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f1bordeaux · 8 months
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An Verstappen one with “Did you ever really care about me?” and “Please stay.” Thank you
If You Cared (Part 1) | mv1
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It's been years since you've indulged in a vacation. What better time is there than summer? Your family, the beach house in Italy-it seems perfect. But, for things to be just like good old times, your family needs to invite his. So of course you are having mixed feelings as the boy who broke your heart re-enters your life like nothing happened. Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word count: 2.1k Poetry style | Story style A/n: Hello! This story came to me as soon as I saw this request. I got so many ideas and I'm actually super excited to keep writing this. There will be more parts to follow, so keep a look out. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five
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You always longed for the familiarity of summer.
It was by far your favorite season. Something about the warmth, the life, the atmosphere, the memories-something about it all brought you comfort. You were head over heels in love with summer. Or perhaps it was just more exciting this year knowing that you would go on a real vacation for the first time in a long while. “Let’s visit the beach house this year,” your mom had suggested. “Sure there is probably some dust in the corners, but it’s nothing we can't sweep off.”
When thinking of summer memories, the beach house in Elba, Italy, was the primary setting for all of them. From the time you were born until the time you moved out, your family would spend a handful of weeks there, drinking up the sun and inviting friends to visit. You learnt to swim in the pool behind the summer house. You learnt to cook in the kitchen of the summer house. You had your first kiss in the living room of the summer house. Right, that. Something you preferred not to think or talk about.
“Mom!” you wrapped her in a hug the second you could. After moving away from home to pursue work, you rarely saw her in person. You rarely had time to cook yourself dinner let alone come home. It would be nice to get away for a month-just you, your mom, your dad, your brother and sister and the Italian shores of Elba.
“How was your flight, my baby?” She asked, pulling your backpack from off your shoulders.
“Which one? The one from New York to Florence or the one from Florence to Elba?” As a child you always made a fuss about how secluded Elba was. It’s a small, mountainous island off the west coast. A small airport, no larger than the biggest grocery store in town, was all they had to offer. They didn’t take commercial flights from New York. Nope, you had to get on a small, ten person airplane with five other people and fly over that way. It was nostalgic, truly.
Your mom rolled her eyes. “Still dramatic as ever.”
You shrugged, a smile stamped on your face. “What can I say?”
“Let's go, your dad is at home making dinner. It should be ready when we arrive.”
Your heart felt so full, so satisfied. You felt like a child again, like a little girl viewing the world from innocent eyes. Your mom was carrying your backpack, your dad was making dinner. You wondered if they’d offer to tuck you in at night. This is what you needed the most, and you didn’t even realize it until you were in the passenger seat of your mom’s rental car, watching the coast of the island roll by in the dimming sun. New York was busy. It was loud and dirty. Elba was quiet. It was beautiful and clean.
This summer, you told yourself. I’m not going to have a single worry, not a single care in the world.
“The Verstappen’s are coming by next week.”
You almost choked on your food. “What did he just say?” Dinner on the patio was already off to a ravishing start.
You don't notice it-too busy dabbing the corner of your mouth with a napkin-but your mother swatted at your brother who held a smirk on his lips. He knew it would bother you and he also knew that mom hadn’t told you yet. He loved being the bearer of bad news. He loved pestering his older sister.
“You know, Max’s family?” He pushed on. “The boy who left you for cars-”
“Luca.” Your mom cut him off. “Enough.”
Silence hung over the table like it was a light fixture. Your dad and sister said nothing and you knew it was because those two were in favor of the Verstappen’s coming to stay. Hell, your dad was probably the one to extend the invitation. You knew your sister would back him up because she loved Victoria-the younger sibling of the two Verstappen children. Your brother obviously didn’t care. He idolized Max and his racing. It seemed like your mother was the only one on your side.
“Was nobody going to tell me until Max knocked on our front door one day?” You asked, cutting at the food on your plate.
“Max probably won't even be able to make it,” your mother tries to reassure you. “The only ones who have confirmed it are Sophie and Victoria. Ooh-Victoria is bringing the babies so that should be fun-”
“Are you just trying to calm me down, mom?” Again, the silence made itself known. You spoke first, shaking your head with an upside down smile. “You know what? I don’t care. Max or not, I’m here to have a good summer. No childhood crush or-”
“Childhood boyfriend who broke your heart.” Your brother corrected you. You kicked him from under the table, exerting an ouch from him.
“No childhood drama is going to interfere.” You finished.
“She's gone crazy.” Your sister whispered to your dad. You kicked her too.
“I’m going to have a good summer. Nobody will ruin that for me.”
And in the beginning, you did have a good summer. You spent your first full day in Elba catching up on jet lag. When you finally decided to roll out of bed at two pm, you went to the beach with your sister. The two of you had a chance to catch up, sitting on the sand with a small array of fruits to eat while you spoke. The weather was perfect, the ocean was calming, and you were reminded of how much you loved your younger sister.
“What did you do for the big twenty-two?” You asked, referencing her birthday that had preceded about three weeks prior.
She shook her hand, the grapes in her palm shifting. She picked out a bruised one, adding it to a small pile of other undesirable fruits. “Went out with some friends. I had an exam due that day though, so most of it was spent in my room working on that.”
College. Something you tried your hardest to avoid. All was futile, though. After only a few weeks in New York you realized you’d need it. “Sounds fun. Were you mad you had to leave all your friends for the summer?”
“No,” She popped a grape in her mouth. “I was excited to come back to the beach house.”
“Me too.”
“Can I start a conversation without you getting mad at me, y/n?”
You sighed. “If you start by saying that, then no.”
“How are you going to react if Max really does show up on Monday?”
It was your turn to search through the handful of strawberries you had. One strawberry had a large hole. The rest looked fine, you thought. Max. Right, that's where the conversation was. Max Verstappen. Your first crush, your first kiss, your first-boyfriend? Was it ever that? Really, you didn’t know what it was and what it wasn’t. He was Max, and you were y/n. That was all the facts you knew surrounding the two of you.
“I’ll be nice. I have no reason not to be.” You finally responded.
Your sister peeled her sunglasses off her face. She looked at you amusingly through her brow. “No reason? Really?”
A shrug lifted your shoulders. “What? Max and I were never dating.”
“Sixteen-year-old you would say otherwise.”
“Sixteen year old me was delusional.” You looked at the ocean in front of you. You were just a delusional child, right? Max was your first kiss. Max was your biggest crush. Max did break your heart. It’s pretty damn hard to break someone's heart when you’re not together, no? “I don’t care about Max anymore. If he comes, he comes. If he doesn’t? Then so be it. I really don't care, Mia.”
“Alright,” She said dismissively. “I guess we’ll find out.”
The two of you wouldn’t find out for another five days. During your time-waiting for the possible arrival of Max and his mom and sister-you explored the city, you occupied the beaches, you read some books, you went out on the boat with your brother and dad. Life was calm. There were no obligations you had to fill, no tasks at hand, no work to be done. It was you, the Italian sun, the ocean and the breeze. You seriously considered moving there. Mom would let you have the beach house, right? How could she say no to the oldest?
All was good. All was calm.
“Max is here, y/n!” Luca swung open the patio door, yelling at you with a smirk. You were lying on a lounge chair next to your sister-the both of you only wearing swimsuits as you tried to tan. “He’s a fine specimen.”
You picked up your hat from the ground and threw it at your teenage brother. “Fuck off, Luca.”
“I’m serious! Max, Victoria and Sophie are here.”
You looked over at your sister. “Go inspect.” You instructed her.
She groaned, standing up from her chair and wandering inside, not before slapping Luca on the back of the head, however. The two of them shut the door, a waft of cold air swiping across your body before disappearing. There was soft music playing from a speaker near the pool. If a car pulled up, you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. Maybe they were here, but was Max seriously with them? Did you want him here? Would it actually be easier without him here or did you want some fun this summer? Did drama entertain you? Maybe you just wanted something nice to look at while you were here.
The back door slid open. You were lying face down, the sun warming your back. You didn’t bother looking up, assuming it was Mia coming to deliver the news to you. It would be better if she didn’t see your face while telling you. Maybe you would be disappointed at the answer-whatever it may be. “Well? Is he here?” You asked, voice muffled by the lounge chair.
“Is this your hat?”
You looked up so quickly that you pulled a muscle in your neck. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself, rubbing your fingers over the pain. Did you curse to yourself because Max was standing right infront of you, your ball cap balancing off his index finger, or because of the pain? Both, you decided. It was for both reasons.
“I’ll leave it,” He set it on the table next to you. “Here.”
“Thanks.” You readjusted yourself, sitting up on the edge of the chair. He definitely got a much better view of you than he was hoping for. You were older now, almost by ten years. Sixteen year old you and twenty five year old you looked a lot different. He figured that out pretty quick.
“Good to see you, y/n.” He smiled before turning on his heel to go back inside. His back was broad, his shoulders looked stiff. He had some stubble, but it suited him. He looked-good? No. Stop thinking like that. He probably had a girlfriend or something. He was a rich, famous, Formula One driver. No way he was single walking around looking like that.
“Right.” Nobody was around to hear you say it. So, nobody was around to hear you follow it up with, “What the fuck.”
Hesitantly, you picked up your ball cap, slipping your ponytail through the back. You walked inside, scanning the room before making any more steps forward. Mia and Victoria were in the living room. Sure enough, Victoria had brought her two children and husband. Mia was emitting plenty of ‘aww’s’ and ‘that is so cute’s’. Max was bringing luggage in through the front door. Great, they're planning on staying. Your brother shot you a smirk from where he sat at the kitchen bar. Told ya’ so.
“Max, how’d you manage time off from F1?” Your mother asked.
“It’s summer break,” He said matter-of-factly. “I don’t race again until late August.”
“So you’ll be here for the three weeks you mother and sister will be?”
Please say no, please say no, please say- “I plan to, yes.”
The sliding door snaps behind you as you let go of it. Everyone turns to look at your bikini clad figure. Victoria exchanges a concerning glance with your sister. Victoria’s husband looks at her, confused as to why there is such a thick tension in the air.
“Y/n, go shower and get dressed, we’re all going to dinner in a bit.” Your mother said, her lips pressing into a thin smile.
“Right.” You said, weaving past all the bodies. “I’ll go do that.”
Oh what a summer this was playing out to be.
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lxclerc · 5 months
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anyone who posts edits of the old wags (charlotte and isa specifically) and says shit like how they miss them or dislikes the new girlfriends bc they miss them needs to get a grip, step away from the situation, get in some fresh air and vitamin D and see how fucking weird and creepy yall are acting
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zcorners120 · 8 months
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Hi! Can you write something with Arthur Leclerc and the reader are doing the “Truth or Dare” video for Prema, and he says he would kiss the reader. And at the end he really peck her on the lips
ooooooooooooooo yes i like the sound of this !
synopsis; req above ^ MASTERLIST
warnings; kisssssing oooooo la la , flirting ;)
The big lens bored into my eyes, Arthur and yourself sat in silence waiting for the flag to start speaking.
“Go.”
“Hello everybody, welcome back to another Prema video, here with Y/N/N” Arthur’s voice spoke out, nudging you slightly as he said your nickname.
“And today we’re doing truth or dare, with the questions suggested by you guys!” You gestured your hands towards the camera, smile painted on your face.
Two piles of paper were slid onto the table, both in bold with one reading 'TRUTH' and the other 'DARE'.
The camera cuts, moving into the other rooms where other drivers are sitting patiently, before they come back to focus on yours and Arthur's clips for the video.
"I'm a bit nervous." You spoke aloud, in the now empty room.
You saw the rumours circulating online, your Instagram dm's filled with threats from preteen girls, questions from journalists and bunches more.
"It's going to be fun Y/N/N, I'm picking all dares since I am quite bad." He smugly smiles at the end of his sentence, laying back against the charcoal leather sofa.
You snorted at the bold statement, "As if Arth, no way is that true."
Right as he opened his mouth to retaliate, the producers came back in the room.
"Put three ice cubes in your mouth until they melt." Read out with a cheeky grin, watching as Arthur laughs nervously.
Watching as he tries to gracefully put them into his mouth with a spoon made you both double over in laughter. He sits back with his arms crossed, eyes closed.
"He can't speak, he's incapacitated at the moment everyone." You look at him, as he turns with his mouth full, gargling out the words, "Truth or dare." in his loud, Monégasque accent.
"Ay ya ya, it hurts!" He flicked his hand about, the sound of the ice cubes moving about in his mouth appearing also.
"Okay, dare." You risked, watching the string and scissors appear onto the table.
Arthur tied your hands to your ankles, and you had to stay like that the whole game. He wrapped the string gently around your wrists, making sure it's not too tight before looking up at you with those blue eyes.
It's moments like these where you doubted your friendship with him, letting your true emotions take control. In a room full of cameras and people, it felt like it was only the two of you.
He momentarily pulled the strings making it really tight, winking at you with the eye facing away from the camera making your cheeks flush pink.
"So now, it's perfect." He spoke, watching you struggle with sitting on the sofa.
He holds the next dare up to you, waving it in front of your face.
"Go outside and hold a sign that says 'Honk if I'm cute.'" You laugh, watching as he gives a confused face.
"What?" Turning the slip back to himself as he reads it again.
"Guys we're going to get noise complaints from the amount of people honking..." You flipped your hair over your shoulder, pretending to flex as Arthur looks at you with a bewildered expression.
"It'll be me in the car.." He aggressively winks badly moving his whole face, producing having to cut due to the laughter.
You look at the paper signs giving from the producers, with text in Italian as well as English.
"That's going to be so embarrassing, it's much worse than what you got!" You leant back, forgetting your arms were tied, whole body falling against the sofa and Arthur's side.
After a couple more embarrassing dares and painful truths, the filming progressed onto the most anticipated question, not only for the audience but for the producers also.
It would be stupid to think that the producers don't think the pair would be cute together, why else would they always be together in videos!
You picked up the next slip of paper, Arthur's eyes widening at your evil grin.
"Just read it, you're scaring me!"
"Ooh! If you had to choose, who would you kiss in this room?" You said matter-of-factly, turning to face Arthur.
He plucked the note out of your hand, slightly fanning himself whilst looking up at the ceiling, "It's starting to get a bit hot in here."
You fell onto your side laughing, "But you have to be completely, completely honest." You spoke, getting back up.
You started pointing around the room, "So there's a sound engineer, there's Angelina." You say smiling, but as you go to look at him you realise that he's only looking at you.
"Well to be completely honest it would have to be you." He says, staring at you as Oscar burst into the room getting everyone to say their "Awwws".
You blush furiously, both of you going into fits of laughter to alleviate the tension.
The video in question cuts to you and Paul outside the building, both being dared to stand with the embarrassing sign.
You held up the sign first, stepping out onto the side of the road and being met with honks as soon as the drivers could read the sign.
"Gosh, my ego is going through the roof." You laughed, getting scared by another abrupt honk.
You turned around to see Arthur sticking himself half way out the car window, opening the door to pull you inside the tiny grey Fiat 500.
"Sorry guys I'm kidnapping her for a while." He shouts out.
This would seem slightly confusing, but gets cleared up quickly by the end snippet of the video being; Arthur gently pulling your chin in his direction, the camera catching a quick kiss before everyone erupts into cheers, Dino and Robert jumping so hard the camera was knocked off the tripod.
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k4thl18n · 4 days
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walk with me...
(i turned this into an au: masterlist)
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this is a very spur of the moment not well thought out au but... JUST LISTEN. (more under the cut & in my pinned)
Lawrence Stroll bought a team on the f1 grid in 2006
Renamed it Racing Point to secure a spot for his 18 year old son (and put him in pink bc hes so cute in pink)
Lance Stroll was born October 29, 1987, he started karting in 1991
Fernando Alonso was born July 29, 1981, started karting in 1984
When Lance made his debut in f1 there was a lot of talk around the paddock about the nepo baby and Strolls choice to have both drivers on the team be rookies. (Stroll and Rosberg)
During the first race of the season Lance got p6 and Nico got p7, both scoring points for the team
After the race Fernando Alonso went to congradulate the rookies, both stunned because the race winner was praising their work
Nico was honored to be congradulated by a world champion
Lance was... well. Maybe he liked the older mans praise more than he should've.
As the season progressed Fernando continued to find reasons to speak to the rookies, even though it was evident he cared more about what the brunette had to say.
After both Racing Point drivers DNF in the 2nd and 3rd races of the season Fernando made sure to try and lessen the pain.
Each time Fernando came to the Racing Point garage, each time he searched the paddock to find #18, each time he spoke it only made the 18 year olds heart grow fonder.
Lance thought the driver was like this to every rookie, so caring and comforting, but that just wasn't the case.
He was known for not going out of his way to do anything like he was doing with the Racing Point drivers.
After Lance got 6th in the 4th race of the season Fernando was the first to congratulate him, as if he hadn't just gotten second.
He noticed at the next race that he didn't go out of his way to congradulate Nico on his 7th place, he just went straight to him to comfort him about yet another DNF.
Before then he hadn't thought too much about Fernandos intentions or why exactly he was talking to him so much.
By this time in the season fans had started to notice how close the two had gotten, seeing how they naturally gravitated towards eachother.
When Fernando won the next race Lance made sure to beat him to it and congratulate the world champion first, loving how it brought a smile to his face.
Fernando didn't smile like that when others congratulated him, didn't smile like that when being asked about his wins, didn't smile like that when Nico said the exact same thing.
Lance felt insane for thinking this way but he couldn't help but feel a little special.
A few races later in America was the first time Fernando wasn't on the podium, the first time they spent the whole time after the race together.
It was nice, being in his presence, he felt like a sunbather in the sun anytime the older man spoke to him, it was silly but it was always his favourite part of the race week.
The next time he wasn't on podium was in Germany, he almost felt bad for feeling this way but he looked forward to the days when Fernando got p4 or lower because it meant they'd spend the whole afternoon together.
It was just like in America, the two of them just standing around going over the week and the last few races until Fernando asked him a question.
"Have you ever kissed someone?"
Lance laughed at the question, unsure where it came from
"Have I kissed anyone?" He asked back, wondering if it was a serious question
"Si, you do know what kissing is, no?"
Lance couldn't help but laugh again, he was 18 not 8, of course he knew what kissing was.
"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Lance asked, knowing for a fact he had, it'd be insane if not, how could someone so stunning not have kissed someone? How could someone with girls around him constantly have not kissed someone and more.
"I asked first, Lancito."
Fernando had called him that almost constantly since the season started yet every time it never failed to make the youngers heart flutter.
"No" He admitted, almost embarrassed "I'm not very good with people" he added, knowing the only people on the grid he could talk to easily were Fernando and Nico
"I could be your first"
(if this doesn't make sense pretend u never saw it)
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sainzinnorris · 6 months
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okay so i know we saw this:
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but have you seen the behind the scenes of this moment?:
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valyrfia · 2 months
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it's crazy to think that 24 hours ago NONE of us had ANY INKLING of what was coming
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justc2world · 5 months
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Listen, what if the white parts glow in the dark
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eliotheeangelis · 9 days
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niki lauda and jacques laffite talk in the pits | 1982 monaco grand prix
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for28seconds · 8 months
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I mean wbk? Why would a no.1 driver want to be a 2nd driver, that too for red bull. Also Charles lives and breathes Ferrari, so I don't think anyone's really surprised with his contract renewal.
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aaltilis · 1 year
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Charles: I love you, Pear.
Pierre: Love you too, Charlito.
*silence*
Pierre: We both love you as well, Yuki.
Yuki: Thanks, I feel left out.
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vvxgs · 5 months
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𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗜𝗡 ── CHARLES L.
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°˖✧˚ SYNOPSIS — ❝Y/N understood quantum physics, but Charles Leclerc was a true mystery to her.❞
°˖✧˚ PAIRING — Y/N && Charles Leclerc.
°˖✧˚ WARNINGS — mentions of guns and drastic interrogation methods.
°˖✧˚ A/N — i might turn this into something (full fic maybe?), but for now, enjoy whatever the hell this au! is. please remember that english is not my first language! errors and weird senteces might appear.
The chilling silence hung in the air, freezing blood in their veins. The room was consumed by an eerie stillness, broken only by the muffled sound of a shooter's boot hitting the floor. It shattered the tangible silence, disrupted by uneven breaths tainted with nervousness. Nothing was disturbing the lethargy, driven by the desperate determination to succeed in the operation. Not even the urge to reach for the rifle slung over the shoulder. Clouds of smoke accompanied the men, dispersed by the retreating night and replaced by the pinkish hue of the rising sun on the horizon. The exhaled air left behind only a fleeting, foggy memory, devoid of any imagery.
"Clear.", came the slightly distorted voice, illuminated by the red glow of the dashboard. A makeshift map with blood-colored markers denoting soldiers from his unit, was displayed on a small screen, about a dozen inches in size. All eyes in the vehicle turned to him, a gaze he could feel even without acknowledging anyone. Without hesitation, he nodded, opening the side doors and pushing his hair away from his forehead.
"Get inside and make sure the target doesn't call for help.", he replied coolly, extending his leg out of the black van. Its makeshift ordinariness was merely a cover, a tiny detail in the grand scheme of the clandestine operation. He felt no scent of doubt, no impulse of weakness that could shake his unwavering confidence in his abilities. After all, infiltrating the enemy's capital to abduct a few local geniuses was not extraordinary, right?
Just a few swift, measured steps brought them to the emotionally charged house, practically a mansion, bestowed upon another nerd by the state in exchange for silence and obedience to the law. The thought of all these geniuses devoid of any values, selfishly envisioning a future tainted by the state's poison, filled him with pure disgust. The morality instilled in him by growing up among revolutionaries could never comprehend such behavior. This community was dying at the monarchy's behest, and those who could help traded their skills for a comfortable and prosperous life. They had indeed set an interesting price for human life.
He slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, which bore no resemblance to the navy blue uniform adorned with badges. In a moment, he crossed the threshold of the building. It wasn't his first time intercepting a 'genius,' so the exclusivity failed to impress him. Besides, the Empire sent enough money to silence their power, balancing the environment he moved in. Soon, he heard the hurried footsteps of one of his subordinates, which turned out to be accompanied by others. Female, he noted after a while. The only thing that amused him was shooter's glove in the hostage's mouth.
He measured her with a stern look, leaning in and grimacing in displeasure.
"Year after year, they make less of an impression, Ms. Y/S.", he remarked, referring to the mediocrity of the woman . "I hope your mind isn't as dull as your face."
His forearms unconsciously crossed over his chest, while his index finger, supported by his elbow, rubbed the space between his brows, expressing his dissatisfaction with the current situation. It was so straightforward yet convoluted that his desire to be here vanished faster than ever before, if one didn't classify the obvious reluctance that emerged beforehand.
"Mr. Leclerc, you are in serious trouble. My father won't be pleased when he finds out about everything.", Y/N said.
"I'll blow your brains out and damage your organs so severely that no doctor will be able to help you before he does anything."
"I'd like to see you try to pull the trigger, Charles."
Y/N knew him too well. How could he shoot his first love? His beloved who, after breaking his heart, made his whole life feel like he was inhaling flowers that had no scent?
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f1bordeaux · 8 months
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Can you do one with Lando and the quotes, “We were supposed to get married” + “Wake up please I can’t do this without you” + “Everything I do I do in memory of her” thank u:)
What I Desire The Most | ln4
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How do you cope? He isn't sure. None of us are really sure. Warnings: Angst, character death Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (y/n never mentioned) Word Count: 1189 Story Style | Poetry Style A/n:I wanted to write something small for this one, something with less dialogue and more story? It's sad, i suppose, so for that I'm sorry. But that's what you wanted, isn't it? ;)
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There comes a time at the end of a party, after everyone has drunk their fill, when you know it’s time to leave.
Perhaps death is the same way.
Maybe the crowd has thinned, at least of those you knew. The front door is constantly opening and closing, conversation going with it. Everybody has an equal understanding that this is it, this is the end. There will be no more lingering, no more drinking, no more festivities. Time is up. Slowly, everyone will go, leaving behind an empty house with trash in the corners. Someone’s clothes are floating in the pool. The beer pong table is still set up in the dining room. You never got to finish that chat you started hours ago. But everybody is gone now. It’s time for you to go, too. Things will be left unsaid, stories will go untold. But you had fun. You laughed and cried and danced and sang. It’s time to start over.
Maybe the party is still in full swing when you decide to leave. Nobody has crossed the ‘too drunk’ line yet. Bodies sway to the music, heat is passed on from person to person, the fridge is full, there is somebody naked coming in from the back porch. And although you’re having fun, you realize that you need to go. You’ve had your share, you’ve shown your face, you’ve come for some laughs and now, it is time to depart. Your friends will be upset, wishing that you had stayed just a little longer. Your presence will become nothing more than a photograph strung on the wall. People will speak of you in conversations like so; “Remember her? Remember how amazing she was?” But you will not be there to listen. You’ll be out the door, walking down the street with a smile on your face. You’ll be content. The party was good, you’ll tell yourself. But it’s time to start over. Time to find better.
In this circumstance, the party is in full swing. You’re leaving too soon.
His hand is intertwined with yours, the temperature difference enough to send a chill through his spine. Somewhere in the crash, you lost your bracelet. He still wears his, though. It’s orange and white, the letter beads spelling out your name. You made it for him oh so long ago. At least, it feels like that. All of a sudden, it feels like he’s known you for his whole life. It feels like you two met decades ago, bodies so familiar that you knew they had been together in another life. Your body is cold now, however. It feels different to him. It feels empty.
“We were supposed to get married.” He whispered no louder than the beeping of the machine attached to your paling skin. The engagement ring on your finger has cracked in half. It’s somewhere in a plastic baggie with your phone, wallet, clothes, shoes. It’s somewhere you are not. Nobody really knows where you are to be honest. Maybe your soul is already gone. Maybe it’s not. Lando doesn’t know, either. He hopes you’re still here, listening to him beg. God he hopes you’re still here. “Wake up please. I can’t do this without you.”
Four years, he thinks. Four years was not nearly enough time with you. He needed at least a million more.
He knew that if you left him, leaving him alone on this cruel planet, that life would never be the same. He’d look for your body in each paddock he visited. Although nobody laughed like you, he would still turn around at the slight similarities other girls had in their laughs hoping, praying, that you’d be there. Never again would a race weekend feel complete. Never again would a podium feel right without your lips waiting for a congratulatory kiss. He’d have to move houses, too. There was no way he’d be able to walk in the front door of your Monegasque home and see all of your belongings next to his. Your shoes, your closet full of clothes, your blankets draped on the couch, your makeup on the bathroom counter. No, he would have to move.
He’d never swim in a pool again, too busy thinking about you and him swimming in your pool at late hours of the night. He’d never visit the beach, being reminded too often that the shoreline of Monaco was where you two met. He’d never eat pizza again-it was your favorite food. He’d never watch a Disney movie, that was what Tuesday night date nights were for. Life would become so dull, so colorless.
“I need you, baby. Please.” He spoke to nobody. He was alone in the hospital room. Sadly enough, he already knew it. “I love you.”
The weeks would pass, the days would drag on. There would never come a moment where he got over you. Sure enough, every girl who passed him in the paddock with your hair color caught his attention. He’d smile to himself, amused at how he predicted his own actions. His heart would pound, his hands would shake. It wasn’t you. It would never be you again.
He would be jealous of his fellow drivers who brought their girlfriends to the race. They opted to not speak about love, romance, date nights, their sex life or anything of the sorts in front of him anymore. A few of the boys took him to a music concert in Belgium. They followed it up with a trip to Ibiza. He refused to go to the beach, however. “Let’s just stay in the city.” He’d say. “I’m not a beach guy. I hate the beach.”
The nights were cold and lonely, the days were hot and blank. But, he raced. He pushed the limits of his car and of his body. He shocked everyone with his new aggressive, dominant and unforgiving driving style. “You’re going to kill yourself driving like that, Lando.” His race engineer would tell him.
“I know.” Is all he would respond with.
A tattoo, the first on his tanned skin, would pop up. Roman numerals-how typical, fans would say. But they would stop teasing when they realized the date, hidden on his ribcage, was your birthday.
A trophy-no, a slew of trophies would be dedicated to you; the most impressive one coming in Abu Dhabi two years after your passing. They’d begin to call him a World Champion. He’d continue to call you his reason. “Everything I do,” He’d say on the podium, tears staining his cheeks. He was a World Champion, he had a right to cry. “I do in memory of her.”
And in another life, when your body met his once more, when the heat returned to your skin, when the enjoyment of life returned to his, he would pull you close, saying with a smile; “I’ve been waiting for you.”
To which you would respond, “You’ve come so far, you’ve done so much.”
“You are better than all of that combined. You are what I desire the most. And at last, I finally can say I have it back.”
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lewishamiltonstuff · 8 months
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When will they learn?????
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zcorners120 · 8 months
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Hello, could you please make a part 3 for the shut up and get in story? I loved part 1 and part 2! Maybe that they walk into the paddock and garage together and that those mechanics are shocked that they are together. But if you come up with something else I will be happy with that as well!
yes ! im v happy to see my arthur fics getting recognition, especially shut up & get in, i put loads of effort into them <3 it's been a while since i wrote them so i had to re read them LMAAAOO
arthur leclerc x reader MASTERLIST PART ONE PART TWO
synopsis; your confusing newfound relationship with Arthur has now started to progress further..
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Trapped in his embrace, you began to increasingly panic. Maybe if you just pretended to fall asleep for awhile? Or do you just pull out of his grip?
You took the riskier option, having to pull with every muscle and get out of his strong arms. He stirred slightly, the gentle sunlight gracing his relaxed face as he dozed off.
You changed back into your now dry jeans, keeping his shirt on as you spray some deodorant and perfume on that you had in your bag. Slipping down the stairs and into the kitchen you made some breakfast, humming a tune from a shitty song, mixing the eggs in the pan.
"Something smells good." A deep voice announces, accompanied by the steps that it was taking towards you.
Slightly jumping, forgetting it wasn't just you in this incredible house.
"Oh yeah sorry, thought I'd just make us something." You cringed at the thought of this, you 24 hours ago wouldn't of have believed the situation.
He sat opposite on the kitchen island, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"I don't wanna bring this up, but like, sleeping together? What do we make of that?" Stirring the scrambled eggs before stopping, looking up and being met with Arthur's raised eyebrows.
"At least let me eat the eggs first, damn." Witty attitude straight from the morning.
"Not like that, pervert." You flicked a bit of broken egg shell towards him that you hadn't thrown away yet.
Little did you know, that egg shell was about to start war.
You saw the demeanour on his face turn from playful to something serious behind his eyes, but you were a bit too curious to find out.
Turning around with a smirk plastered on your face, thinking you'd finally won against him. Getting the pancake mix ready, you felt something wet and gooey fall on your head, running down the back of your neck.
"You're game."
Splatters everywhere. Ketchup in places it shouldn't be. Equally soaked in milk and runny yolk dripping.
Sat down on the wet floor opposite each other, absolutely beat by your childish activities. Trying to pretend like Arthur didn't pick you up by the waist, screaming when dropped you in a concoction of blueberries, smashed avocado and strawberry jam. Or closing you into the corner of the kitchen, his hot and heavy breath millimetres away from your plump lips, moment ruined by yoghurt falling and saturating your hair.
As you went to shower, for the second time, in Arthur Leclerc's shower, he posted something on his story.
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Agreeing to a peace treaty, you headed to work in Arthur's car again, wearing another one of his tops and a pair of his joggers since he insisted.
Walking through the double doors to the academy together, huge smiles plastered on your faces was truly a sight that had to be seen with your own eyes.
The other mechanics went quiet, slightly in shock to see the two of you walking in late, giddy, and wearing his clothes.
"I thought they hated each other?" One asked his friend, to which his friend shakes his head and replies.
"They're kids. Who knows at this rate?"
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First Kiss (Race 2)
A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.4k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys]
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Everywhere I go to find quali/race results to base this off of it gives me different numbers?? So these race results are just gonna be random.
Quali came to an end once again, the feeling slightly tamer than the first time as Lance pulled back into his side of the garage, Nico not far behind.
He was slightly disappointed he qualified p10 but it'll be fine as long as he can actually finish this race (and hopefully get points for the team this time.)
He heard Nico talking to his engineer on the other side of the garage and decided to go over, not having much to do on his side.
"Seriously, the wheels locked up like twice. You were watching and I know you noticed so the fact that you're ignoring the issues is bullshit-"
Maybe not the best time to stand around.
He decided instead of hanging around with Nico he'd just walk around the paddock, his race suit hanging by his hips as he walked by the other teams garages, seeing how busy everyone else on the paddock was. He could tell some people were quick to go home but he wasn't ever in a rush to get back to his hotel room, it was usually boring anyway.
"Ah, Lancito, I was just looking for you" There it is. The voice Lance looks forward to hearing as soon as the race week starts, and most likely the reason he decides to stay back as late as he does
"Nando, Hi" He flashed a smile at the long haired driver, stoping in his tracks so they could walk together
"Nando?" The shorter man echoed, catching up to Lance as they both continued walking, steps in sync as they made their way around the paddock
"Well, I figured it was only fair for me to give you a name since you gave me one" Lance nodded as he spoke, afraid the older man had a problem with it, it was quite childish, he wasn't sure why he even called him that, Fernando worked just fine, it was a silly nickname
"I like it, Sounds good coming from you." Fernando smiled up at Lance, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him down to his level "Guess we are friends now, eh? Coworkers do not usually have special names for eachother"
Lance nodded again, he supposed Nando was right. He turned to look at him as he continued to speak, rambling about many things but all Lance could think about was how good he looked. He'd never really examined the Spaniard like he was doing now, sunglasses propped up on his head, holding his hair out of his face, it seemed like he had just shaved that morning, the shadow of his facial hair barely visible, his lips curved slightly upwards as he talked, his hair curling in every direction but somehow he made the messy look seem intentional
"What hotel do they have you staying at, Lancito?" Was the first thing Lance really heard after spending god knows how long just staring at Fernando. How embarrassing.
"Uhm- Mövenpick? I think, Otmar has my keycard somewhere." Lance hummed, having lost the keycard to the hotel in Bahrain Otmar had decided it was best to put Nico and Lance in the same room and "look after" Lances keycard until they headed back.
"Ah, I see. I didn't realize they'd put drivers in different hotels."
"If you miss my company so much you're welcome to come along, you know I get special priviliges because of my dad" Lance joked, at this point he was so used to people belittling him to just being his fathers son that he had started to do it as well
"Ah, don't say that Lancito" Fernando almost scolded him, moving his hand to tap the back of his head "You forget I'm world champion, I could buy another hotel ticket if I wanted to."
Lance laughed, nodding in agreement, there wasn't anything stopping Fernando from doing anything really, after he left the paddock he could go wherever, do whatever, it's not like he signed away his soul to F1 so moving hotels wouldn't be a big deal "I know, I know, but if you ever want free stuff, Mr. World Champion, you know who to ask" Lance hummed, taking his turn of having his arm around Fernandos shoulder "These are the perks of being friends with a nepotism baby"
"I'll take your word for it then" Fernando laughed, accepting the change of positions, it wasn't very comfortable reaching up to drape an arm around Lances shoulder anyways.
A comfortable silence fell over them, neither feeling the need to add anything more, it was odd, how well they had clicked. They got along better together than either of them did with their teammates but no one was complaining. Lance liked having someone to go to outside of the Racing Point garage and Fernando liked having someone he felt like this towards, whatever "this" was. They were snapped back to reality when Otmar finally found Lance
"God kid, I was looking for you. Nico's about to head back so I figured now was a good time to give you the key" He pulled out a think black card and handed it to Lance "Don't lose it this time, alright?" He asked, not letting to just yet.
"Alright, I'll attach it to my arm, okay?" Lance joked, turning back to Fernando "Think about it, really, if your hotel gets boring you're more than welcome at mine." He said before making his way out of the paddock, catching up to Nico so they could leave together
Odd was all Otmar thought, he didn't realize his driver had gotten so close to Fernando, he'd thought maybe it was just press, or maybe some plan the Spaniard had, but he had nothing to gain from staying late and just sitting next to him.
Lance tried not to be disappointed when night came and went and Fernando had decided not to come, it was silly, but a part of him was looking forward to seeing him outside of the paddock, outside of the blue and yellow.
They were so busy before the race that Lance hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of the Spaniard let alone talk to him, before he knew it interviews were over and he was in his car, lined up in the fifth row, Nico barely behind him.
Fernando was right in saying Malaysia was going to treat him better, he had managed to make up three places and actually get points for his team in his second grand prix.
It felt great, even though it wasn't a podium like Fernando had gotten getting points waa a big deal for the rookie (driver and team).
The debrief went smoothly considering how both Nico and Lance finished the race with no major problems, as they gathered their things and the team started to leave the garage one by one Lance couldn't help but notice the blue in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and smiled when he confirmed it was in fact Fernando
"Good-" Lance started, trying to beat Fernando to congratulating eachother was proving to be difficult
"You did great, Lancito" Fernando commented, walking into the garage now that it was practically empty "Your overtakes are pretty decent for a nepotism baby, eh?"
Lance laughed, hitting Fernandos arm "Guess you did pretty good for a world champ then, huh?" It was nice, the banter they had, if anyone else joked with him jow Fernando does he was sure he'd take it the wrong way but with how Fernandos treated him since they met he had no doubt in his mind that every jab he made towards him was lighthearted.
"Any plans before Australia, Lancito?" Right, Lance had forgotten there wasn't another race for two weeks
"I'm not sure, I always end up somewhere though" He laughed, leaning on the counter behind him, using his hands to prop himself up "How about you, where are you going, Nando?"
"Me and Mark, Mark Webber, were planning on spending the break in Australia together"
Right, he forgot Fernando was close to Mark, the driver who's seat he took.
"Could you tell him I'm sorry?" Lance hesitated to speak, wondering if the Australian was mad at him for ending his career early
"He doesn't mind, trust me, if he wasn't okay with ending his career he would've signed with someone else." Fernando consoled the younger, patting his shoulder after he finished "Don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"
Lance laughed, shaking his head at the comment in efforts to ignore the pink tint covering his face "Alright, Nando."
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Take it out on me
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pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
word count: 1.3K
warnings: smut [ making out, p in v, unprotected sex]
summary: The Monaco GP 2022
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The sound of the door slamming shut pulled you out of your light slumber.
You had fallen asleep after waiting for your boyfriend to come home, but as you had already suspected, he had gotten kept up at work.
You hear him put down his things and take off his shoes and the zipper of his jacket slicing through the silence, followed by a heavy sigh.
“Charles” you say silently.
“Mon dieu! Mon amour you frightened me.”
“M’sorry baby. And I’m also sorry that I couldn’t come to the race today with you, saw how it ended for you love.” You say while getting up to greet your boyfriend lovingly.
“It’s no problem, mon ange, it was an unfortunate ending but I’m happy for Carlos he deserves every point today.” Charles hugs you tight, his head resting comfortably on yours and he begins swaying you lightly.
“Let’s go to bed, do you want me to draw you a bath?”
“Charles?”
“Yes mon amour?”
“Out with it, what do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“You're cream cake sugary sweet, that indicates that you want something most of the time.”
“Huh. Well it is true mon amour.”
“So, what is it Charles? You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I love you.”
“I’m ugh stop being so sweet.” He groans “ I’ll ruin the mood, don’t hate me.”
“Just spit it out already!” You roll your eyes.
“Can we, you know, have intercourse?”
You look at him dumbfounded before you burst out laughing, your head is thrown back and you step away from him, your body shaking with laughter.
“Intercourse??” You ask laughing hard “ Charles oh my god” you burst out laughing again, crying joyous tears now “ hell of course we can have intercourse, or you could simply fuck me.”
Your boyfriend's cheeks redden. “Don’t make fun of me now”
He says pouting before he pulls you close again and seals your lips shut in a searing hot kiss.
The atmosphere immediately fills with sparks and tension. Your body buzzes with awareness of how close he is and how good his mouth feels on yours. You let out a moan chanting yes yes yes don’t stop never stop and he must have been able to read your thoughts because he doesn’t stop, no, he only kisses you harder ,more passionately, if that's even possible.
His tongue invades your mouth, makes it his, just how he made your heart his.
“Charles god” you say breathless,” the bedroom, please”
Your boyfriend doesn’t answer with words, but actions. He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and you can feel his erection pressing into your core deliciously, you whimper, his every step causing an amount of friction on your cunt. Just never enough to satisfy you, it’s only making you more desperate to feel him inside you.
Charles lays you down on the bed, your legs still wrapped around him, the look in his eyes takes your breath away.
He’s so beautiful.
“Thank you mon chérie can only give it back.”
You had said that out loud?
You put your hands around his neck and lean up to his ear to whisper “Take it out on me Charles.” He holds your face in his neck and breathes heavily. You take the opportunity and litter his neck in kisses. Sucking on particular spots you know drive him crazy.
“God women, you’ll be the death of me.”
He hears you chuckle and can’t help but smile too. God, how much he loves you.
Pulling back you stare into his eyes. They are clouded with desire. He kisses you. Your body is sofly placed on the bed with him between your legs. Charles trails down to your neck sucking and nibbling coaxing moans and whimpers out of you. You sit up and he helps you out of your shirt and immediately latches onto the new exposed skin. His hands roam your upper body, travelling to your back and unclipping your bralette. He takes it off and cups your breasts in his warm hands. The contrast of his warm hands to the cold air makes you whimper in delight.
Your nipples are hard and sensitive to his every touch. You love it, love how he knows your body like the back of his hand.
You love him.
“Charles please”
“Oui oui mon petit papillon, be patient. “
You are writhing underneath him when he finally puts one of his hands in your sleep shorts and gets two fingers rolling over the front of your panties.
You whimper, needing more.
He pulls your panties to the side, tapping your clit causing you to jolt and moan out his name.
When he is satisfied with the amount of hickeys decorating your skin he stops his abuse on your torso and goes down on you. His hands pull your shorts down and throw them onto the floor, your panties following shortly after.
Laying now completely bare in front of him he takes his time looking at you. His eyes travel over every part of your body, making tingles follow his line of sight.
“Charles, don’t be cruel”
He gives you a wicked grin before undressing himself teasingly slow.
You groan in annoyance.
Finally undressed Charles kneels before you on the bed.
“You want me to make you come with my mouth and fingers first-“
“No Charles, just fuck me please.” You interrupt him desperately.
He takes a shaky breath before pushing into you. The two of you moan in sync when he fills you to the brim. His name a chant on your lips and he is thrusting into you over and over again. Everything but him fades and your only focus lies on how he’s making you feel. He didn’t give you time to adjust, pumping in and out of you at reckless speed, chasing both of your highs.
He is filing you out in every way possible. His soul is tangled with yours, his heart and yours are one, and his mind, his beautiful mind, is nestled against yours.
Your thoughts are all over the place. You're out of your body and you're not in the moment anymore. You're somewhere else with him, always with him. Your eyes and his are locked and you see the world in his eyes, the universe, everything. You see so much love and adoration, desire and longing. And you can’t stop staring into his eyes. Can’t stop screaming his name.
He’s making you feel so good, so much, so alive.
“I can feel you clenching around me mon amour. I know you’re close. Let go baby I’ll catch you.”
Your jaw goes slack and your falling over the edge. And just as promise Charles catches you. He’s holding you close to him as his hips are still rutting into you. With a final thrust he spills his seed into you. You moan. He shouts your name.
The pair of you is breathless and sweaty. His head rests on your sternum and one of your hands is tangled in his hair. Tugging at it and helping him calm down.
When you catch your breath you suggest that you take a shower but are met with only silence.
He fell asleep and it makes you smile.
You push him off of you carefully and stand up to go to the bathroom. He’s saying something you can’t quite make out but you respond anyway.
“I’ll be right back, love. M’just gonna clean myself up and go pee then I’ll be back.”
He murmurs something inaudible and snuggles into his pillow.
You walk into the bathroom with a smile attached to your lips. He’s just the cutest.
You handle what you wanted to do in the bathroom and return to Charles and the warmth and coziness of your shared bed quickly.
“I love you mon chérie. Your the best.”
“ I love you too, Perceval. Whenever you need me just tell me.”
Charles opens up his arms and you snuggle close to him.
His heart beat is like a lullaby, letting you drift off to sleep easily.
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