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softtdaisy · 11 months

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charles + "please don't tell me we we fell asleep like this."

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Words: 953

A/n: i want what reader has in this story, that’s all i have to say

Ever since you met Charles, each one of your friends was convinced you would be dating anytime soon.

You had mutual friends but never really hung out together. Until you finally attended a Grand Prix weekend. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go there before, you just never really got the time. So when your friends found the perfect opportunity to drag you there, you couldn’t say no.

There was something magnetic about Charles. You realized that through the weekend, when you met him before a race and would give you that beautiful smile that made his dimples glow. Or when he would give you a look after the qualifications as if he had been looking for you. Like he was waiting for you to congratulate him for the pole. And you noticed all of this because you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

But it wasn’t until the party held on Sunday night, to celebrate his win, that your friends really started to bet on your future relationship. They noticed the look you gave each other across the room, or the way he clenched his drink so hard they thought he would break it when he saw you talking with someone else. The confirmation that the universe was creating something in front of their eyes went after.

When, after a few drinks, you both started to sing some Abba songs together to the point he even threatened the dj to keep playing them. There were tons and tons of videos from that night; you singing, dancing together because of course you created some choreographies. Everyone told you it was obvious.

Was it really?

You started to hang out with them more. And went to different race weekends after this one. You told your friends that it wasn’t for Charles, that you just fell in love with the feeling of being there. And you weren’t technically lying.

Charles was just more involved than you wanted to admit.

But that doesn’t mean you started to date. No. You were just flirting all the time. From leaving each other's subtle messages, to wink and smile across the room even if everyone could see that. From Charles giving you his Ferrari sweater because you were cold to letting him put his head on your shoulder, and playing with his hair, because he was tired after the race.

You were attracted to each other. You appreciated each other more than you were willing to admit. Yet, you were both scared of starting something new and serious. The idea of being together came with the fear of losing the other. And none of you were ready for that yet.

Your friends were going crazy over this. And when you all decided to go on vacation together during the summer break, they were convinced you would face your feelings and finally admit you loved each other.

The first night was not conclusive. Expect for the moment where Charles refused someone’s advances by looking at you and saying that he already had somebody on his mind. Joris almost hit him when he heard him. “And you can’t say that to her, imbécile?”

The following days were not either, except for some soft moments like tasting the others’ ice cream or putting sunscreen on each other. A moment your friends qualified as almost erotic. It wasn't. At least you hope it wasn’t.

Then it happened.

There was one night where you couldn’t go out because of the weather. So you spent the evening all together in the villa, partying and having fun. Probably the best night from the whole vacation.

The following morning, when you woke up, you didn’t recognize your bed. First, because normally it smelled like laundry and cotton. This time, it smelled great. Different. Better.

Second, because you knew damn well that nobody was sleeping in your bed normally. And this time, you didn’t feel the mattress. Nope. You felt a chest against yours, legs tangled with yours and someone’s breath on your hair.

You weren’t on your bed. And you weren’t alone.

You just had to open one eye to know who was holding on in its arms. Even if, honestly, you already knew from your heart beating faster and this peaceful feeling you had when you woke up. Charles was sleeping like a baby against you, with a soft smile on his face. Like he was having the best night of his life.

You appreciated this moment, trying to memorize this feeling of waking up next to Charles to feel it forever. Until it hit you. If you weren’t in a bedroom, that meant anyone could see you like this. “Please don't tell me, we fell asleep like this." you mumbled for yourself, hoping that maybe it happened after everyone went to sleep.

“Oh yes you did.” you heard someone say. You looked up and saw Joris, with his coffee mug in his hand and a proud smile on his face. He laughed at your shocked face. “Don’t worry, we took pictures to remember this.”

You put your arms up to give him the middle finger. Which, of course, made him laugh even harder. But then you felt your arm being pulled down again by Charles. “Hmhm pas encore.” he mumbled against your hair.

“Good night, les amoureux.” Joris laughed before going outside to drink his coffee. You rolled your eyes before letting yourself cuddle against Charles again. What’s the point of enjoying this moment? Everyone already knew. And you loved being in the arms of the man that you love.

Because let’s be honest. You don’t dream of waking up like this every single day if you don’t love the person next to you.

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racinggirl · 9 months

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omg please do lewis showing off his daughter!!

LH44 - my lucky charm

Part of the 1K celebration! driver: lewis hamilton #44 notes: my first AU for Lewis! I hope you'll like it, imagine him and a daughter 🥹 My requests are open for Instagram AU's! Check out this post for the rules and I hope to make many many more 🫶🏼

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welcome home ❤️

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teamlh you're not the only one, admin!

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prepare to get spammed by the two that stole my heart 🫶🏼

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zendaya GIRL she's georgeous 😱

y/n.hamilton thanks for the gifts, hun 🥰

lhfan44 you can spam me as much as you want with this amazing content 🥹🥹🥹

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Silverstone, I ❤️ you

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lewis.44.fandom roscoe AND Kira??? A DREAM!

user1234 I saw them walking into the paddock together 🥹

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we're proud of you ❤️🏎️

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fansoflewishamilton the way she mentioned WE are proud of you 🥹

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leeeeeewish44 smoothoperator.sirlewis he is a legend.

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There's no place like home !! Every year I'm blown away by the love and energy here. Without it, the team and I wouldn't have had the result that we did. Thank you for my wife and daughter to be here with me, I love you so much. Also, congrats to landonorris and mclaren for your p2 in Silverstone. McLaren is where I first started, and seeing them back at the top means a lot. Thank you Silverstone, I love you deep.

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purplephantomwolf · 4 months

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Tethered Time

Logan Sargeant Soulmate AU

Chapter One

Synopsis: Everyone has a timer on their wrist. It counts down the time until you hear your soulmates voice for the first time. After you hear their voice, it changes to the time until you meet them for the first time.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Next Chapter: Chapter Two

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March 10, 2020

3 minutes

I rub my wrist, glancing at the countdown on it. It states 3 minutes and counting down. The countdown is a timer until I hear the sound of my soulmate’s voice for the first time. I glance around my computer science classroom, eyebrows furrowing. I’ve heard everyone in this class speak before, so I don’t know where the voice could come from. I glance over at my best friend, Tucker. He’s staring intently at a video playing on his phone. “Hey, Tuck. What are you watching?” I ask, leaning over to see what he’s watching. The video finishes right as I look over.

“Oh! Prema just released a new video with their F3 drivers for this year,” Tucker says.

“What’s F3?” I ask him, curious.

“It’s like the minor leagues for F1,” he explains. I know he can see the confusion on my face. “F1 is like a fancier NASCAR.”

“Can I see the video?” I ask, scooting closer to him.

“Sure, why not?” He shrugs, going to replay it. I glance down at my wrist and it now says 1 minute. My eyes widen as I stare at Tucker’s phone.

“Tucker, look.” I say, showing him my wrist.

He looks shocked, “You think it could be one of the guys in the video?!”

“Possibly, now play it,” I urge him. Tucker hits play and I stare at the screen. “He’s quite cute,” I say, pointing to the guy in the middle of the three guys.

“Be consistent,” I hear the guy I was pointing to say.

“Ow!” I yelp quietly as my wrist burns when he says that. Tucker gasps and looks at me.

“There’s no way Logan Sargeant is your soulmate!!” He exclaims excitedly.

“He is!” I grin. I look down at my wrist excitedly. The burn means that the time is changing to the time you have until you meet your soulmate in person. “No,” I whisper as the time appears.

“What? What is it?!” Tucker asks, grabbing my wrist. His face falls as he sees the time. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“It’s okay. At least there’s a time, so I know I’m going to meet him,” I groan, staring at my wrist as it counts down from three years, five months, and nineteen days.

“True, but going three and a half years knowing who your soulmate is and not being able to talk to them is painful,” Tucker points out.

“Not helping,” I glare at him and he gives me a shrug and a look that says sorry. I groan and rest my head on my desk.

“Lilah, Tucker. Are you two being productive or just chitchatting?” Our teacher asks, appearing behind us.

“We’re being productive! I finished the assignment already,” I say, showing him the assignment. He raises his eyebrows.

“Mr. Collins, we’re being extremely productive, Lilah figured out who her soulmate is!” Tucker exclaims. Mr. Collins raises his eyebrows, looking around.

“Oh yeah? How exactly did you find her soulmate? It’s the middle of the school day,” he points out.

“We were watching a YouTube video and she heard his voice!” Tucker says, excitedly. I groan, covering my face.

“Tucker, shut up,” I say through my teeth.

“And who is her soulmate then?” Troy, one of our classmates, says, leaning over towards us.

“Logan Sargeant! A Formula 3 driver!” Tucker says, before I can stop him.

“Yeah, right. There’s no way,” a second classmate, Alyson, says, “There’s no way her soulmate is someone that talented.” She’s never liked me, so I’m not surprised by her response. I roll my eyes.

“It’s true,” Tucker insists.

“Tucker, stop it. It’s fine if they don’t believe us,” I shrug, “I’d also rather not shout it from the rooftops who he is.”

“Fine,” Tucker mumbles, glaring at Alyson.

“You’re just being delusional,” Alyson mumbles. Tucker sticks his tongue out at her like a child. I smack his arm, rolling my eyes.

“So childish,” I mumble to him.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he whispers back.

“Alright children,” Mr. Collins says, looking between us, “Back to work.” I bow my head and get back to reading the book I have. Tucker goes back to messing around on his phone.

“Psst, Lilah. I know you’re lying about who your soulmate is. I don’t get why you’re doing it for attention,” Alyson whispers, leaning over to me. I just roll my eyes and ignore her. She huffs when I don’t give her the reaction she wants. The bell rings then, signaling it’s spring break.

“Have a good spring break,” Mr. Collins yells to us as we rush out the door.

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“Hi, honey. How was school?” My mom greets me as I walk in the front door.

“Fine,” I shrug, dropping my bag onto the floor by the stairs. My mom’s eyebrows knit in concern.

“Did something happen? You seem down,” she says, looking concerned.

“I found out who my soulmate is,” I shrug. Her jaw drops in excitement.

“That’s awesome!” She exclaims, “Wait, I thought you’d be excited to know.”

“I am, I am. But the sad thing is it’s three and a half years until I meet him,” I say, showing her my wrist.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” she sighs, looking at me with pity, “You said you know who it is though?” She looks confused.

“Yeah, but he’s kind of famous. His name is Logan Sargeant and he’s a Formula 3 driver,” I explain.

“A what?” My mom looks even more confused.

“A race car driver. F3 is like the minor leagues for F1, which is a fancier NASCAR, is what Tucker said,” I explain. My mom nods, still looking lost. I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t quite know what it is either. But I know I’ll be doing research on it.” My mom nods and sets a snack down on the table for me. I sit down and grab my laptop to start the research on Logan and Formula 1.

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“Dad, do you know what Formula 1 is?” I ask, as we sit down for dinner.

“Formula 1 racing?” He asks.

I nod, “Yeah.” He nods his head, looking confused. “Okay, because my soulmate is a Formula 3 driver,” I casually say, putting some food on my plate.

His jaw drops, “You’re kidding?” I shake my head, smiling. “When do you guys meet then?!” He asks, excitedly.

I sigh, “Three and a half years.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry,” he frowns.

“It is what it is,” I shrug.

Once we finish dinner, I go back to doing research on Formula 1. I’ve been enjoying learning about the sport. “I need to watch some races later,” I mumble. I scroll through the Wikipedia page on Formula 1. It looks so exhilarating. Luckily I have the next week to watch old races to better learn the sport. I sit on the couch, pulling up the first race of the 2019 F3 season. “Let’s do this,” I smile.

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leclercinstagram · 7 months

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secret lover | charles leclerc instagram story

pairing: charles leclerc × y/n

what happens after charles starts dating y/n

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y/nfanpage: u are absolutely shining

yourbffname: I can't wait to see you again love!

yourusername: same bby<3

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charlesleclercfp: CHARLES?!

francisca.cgomes: babe, what about me? we need to have dinner together :(

yourusername: kika ofc! text me time and date

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charles_leclerc: Thanks to my best photographer 📸

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user01: we know who took this

pierregasly: your photographer is a pro

charles_leclerc: totally!

yourusername: best and the most hot photographer;)

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y/nfp: NEW SHIP

user20: naah she's too young

charlesfp: I TOTALLY SHIP THIS

landonorris: what about me guys? :((

yourusername: don't worry, I ain't stealing ur job, lando

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charles_leclerc: :)

user12: CHARLES

user04: that's him in the photos I swear

carlossainz55: hey y/n

yourusername: hi carlos:)

charlesleclercfp: pls charles go away from her

user83: they are so cute!! I can't wait when they make it public

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charlesfp: WHOS THAT GIRL

user65: I bet that's y/n

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user62: YALL ARE SO CUTE OMG

pierregasly: you deserve her mate

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maxverstappen1: I'm so happy for both

end... do u want part 2?

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elisysd · 8 months

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Gold Rush Masterlist

Sequel to Cruel Summer (Charles Leclerc x OC), can be read independently

Prologue

1.Guess my childhood is over

2.Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

3.We are invincible, we are unstoppable

4.Vultures spinning up above for what's left of me

5.They say it's bad karma being such a heartbreaker

6.If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

7.Maybe together we can get somewhere

8.I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

9.Personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

10.Way down we go

11.That's why I'm lying to my therapist

12.You could be my luck even if the sky is falling down

13.Lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide

14.I could be so sweet if only I were naive

15.Burn, crash, romance, I’ll take what I can get from you

16.And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright

17.I’ve been thinking way too loud, I wish that I could block me out

18.And if the storm is hitting I'll try to keep you steady

19.Ask me what I earned from all those tears

20.All I know is this could either break my heat or bring it back to life

21.Sleeping's so tough you're burning up my mind

22.It's a love story baby just say yes

23.Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's araid to get too close

24.But there's a shining in the shadows

25.I'll be there till it all feels so big, till it all feels so small

26.I’ve been feeling everything from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth

27.Take the moment and taste it, you’ve got no reason to be afraid.

28.You've got a friend in me

29.Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again

30.Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you’re mine?

31.I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me

32.Maybe there's nothing after midnight that could make you stay

33.You're scared of love, well, aren't we all?

34.Don't get too close, it's dark inside, it's where my demons hide

35.Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer

36.And what hurts the most is people can go from people you know to people you don't

37.Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?

38.What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around?

39.And I just wanna tell you it takes everything in me not to call you

40.You know I'm afraid of change, guess that's why we stay the same

41.How long can we be a sad son 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

42.If to change is what you need you can change right next to me

43.I tell myself I'm good, but I'm falling apart

44.Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

45.Lean on me when you're not strong and I'll be your friend

46.I'll be late, but I could make it all up to you

47.I wanna be better, I wanna be new but I can’t be those things next to you

48.Knew we would crash at the speed that we were going

49.You said that you needed space, go on then, astronaut

50.I trace the evidence, make it make some sense, why the wound is still bleedin'

51. Heaven knows I should let go, it’s nothing that I don’t already know

52. Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned

53. You’re blowing through my mind like the hurricane

54. Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

55. Take a heart and take a hand, like an ocean takes the dirty sand

56. I know you're scared and your pain is imperfect but don't you give up on yourself

57. Lately she's been dressing for revenge

58. Hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end

59. I don't ask for much, gimme love

60. But I promise you this I'll always look out for you

Epilogue

BONUS CHAPTERS

Our first christmas

A trip to Bali

My place is yours

We want you to be their godparents

Double trouble

Marry me?

A bold move

My favorite enemy

It’s not you and I anymore

Not this fucking family

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amiiko21 · 2 months

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Hey guys!!!

I wanted to make another character ai bot of a driver, but I need ideas for the driver and a plot....

Btw. I already made bots of Carlos, Charles, Lando and George.

Let me know which driver would you like to interact with in the comments!!!

Love y'all 💗💗

Ps. My Ch.ai username is AmiliaKo

#f1 fandom #f1 2024 #f1 x reader #character ai #f1 story #fantasy #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #pierre gasly #lando norris #mick shumacher #lewis hamilton #oscar piastri #daniel ricciardo

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lanland04moure · 1 year

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Could you give me your opinion about this little preview of the story I'm working on?

× Mick Schumacher is represented as Dethan Jones, and reader is represented as Adhara.

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• Our Butterfly Effect •

A Mick Schumacher history

Time often goes by in strange ways... different ways, which makes it a bit complicated to understand. It's time and space. Is there one line or is it two? No matter how they run or if they curl, time and space are no obstacle for those who have been chosen, those to whom the universe gives a new chance; a strange way to meet the love of their life.

Second chances don't always exist, this could be something extraordinary in their lives, the last chance.

They don't know each other but their destinies are already fated to be together, they just have to meet... Across time.

Will Adhara be able to save Dethan? As the hands of the clock are turning, will they be capable of intertwining their times? following the line that connects them.

Fate and the universe have come together to offer them something like no other, like a shooting star, can their orbits finally meet?

≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺

So went their lives, on the day that destiny was to unite their paths, but something happened and now they must meet across time

ady-sideris city tour and coffee afternoon ☕

ady-sideris story

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Deyjo13 we got this! 🏍️

Scuderia Dreamers driver Dethan Jones suffered a serious accident this afternoon while taking part in the annual Monster Travel race in London.

The race was being held on one of the city's busy streets, despite protests to ban such races because of the risk they pose in the middle of the city's traffic.

× I need honest words, would anyone like to read it? I don't know where I'll publish it yet, because I'm a little afraid that nobody will like it

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 drabble #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 mercedes #f1 Mick #mick schumacher #schumacher #mick x reader #mick au #f1 au #f1 story #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you

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silverslipstream · 8 months

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Five Red Lights

The sun seems to crack the Adelaide Street Circuit right open, until the ground is nothing but a blur of heat-hazed tarmac, lurid sponsor decals and the endless blue-white dome of an Australian summer sky. It's thirty-four degrees in the shade. Yet, somehow, this searing heat can't hold a candle to the frisson of excitement that seems to set the very breeze alight. Confetti drifts from the grandstands; the sound of horns circles almost lazily over the baying crowds.

On the grid, the final preparations are underway. The cars glisten and shimmer, each one surrounded by crews of engineers and technicians. Scantily-glad 'grid girls' stand in front of the cars, cheering and waving to the crowds. Each one carries a placard with their respective driver's name, nationality and starting position emblazoned on it.

As the countdown to lights out continues, the team personnel scramble off the tarmac, leaving only the drivers and their machines. Twenty-six of the finest racing drivers on the planet, bodies and minds honed to the perfection of a singular purpose. It takes a special kind of person to be able to strap themselves into an F1 car without fear. You have to be almost insane in your self-belief, yet fighter pilot-like in your calculations, your mentality.

Most of all, you can't think about it for a second. Nobody in their right mind would strap themselves to a 200-mile-per-hour carbon-fibre tub and battle twenty-five other cars, inches from death every second of every minute.

It's a Roman gladiatorial battle in technicolour, and Adelaide is its Colosseum.

The excitement reaches a fever pitch. A brilliant scarlet light blinks on, the first of five. By now, every car's engine is screaming at 14,000 rpm, a crescendo of noise and heat and flame eighteen thousand horsepower in the making.

A second light blinks on. Gloves tighten around steering wheels and pistons pump fiercely, unburnt fuel hissing and popping in a rush of flame.

Third light. The commentators' excited chatter has given way to bated breath. Even the team radio sets are silent. Every synapse of the drivers' brains is focused on those lights, waiting for all five to glow - then extinguish.

Fourth light. The hairs on the ends of 120,000 spectators, and millions watching around the globe stand on end in anticipation. Sixteen races, fifteen countries, love, hatred, speed, glory: it all comes down to this.

Fifth light. On the grid, off the grid: every heart under the Adelaide sun beats as one.

Then the lights are are out, and with a shrill roar, the cars launch off the line, hurtling towards Turn 1. It's a race that will break hearts, pop champagne corks and decide destinies.

#writeblr #writers community #my writing #f1 story #f1 fic #formula 1 #f1 #just a little drabble I wrote listening to the Rush soundtrack #decided to write a little 1990s-era championship finale #man it's intense #enjoy!

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eternallovers65 · 1 year

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Moments in Charles Leclerc that are so insane I wish I made it up but can't, because this stuff can only happen to him

- When his watch got stolen and he decided to CHASE the guy with his custom ferrari 488 pista

- When his former girlfriend got locked out of the apartment and he wasn't answering his phone so she had to subscribe to his Twitch channel to tell him to open the door (please watch his former streams I beg)

- When he crashed Niki Lauda's 1974 ferrari during the Monaco historic grand Prix (his luck I swear)

- Every Monaco Grand Prix ever (the infamous charles leclerc curse)

- When he went to dinner with a guy, posted the picture on Instagram and it turns out it was an international criminal wanted by the Interpol

- He went to a restaurant once, handed his car to the valet and the car was out of fuel

- When he went for a run, took some photos with fans and this couple started to fight in front of him

- When he didn't realized his tiktok likes were open to the public (it was mostly fan edits of himself, baby goats, babies but mostly fan videos about himself)

- Recently, he dropped his airpods in the airport floor and decided to use this gigantic clamp to get it back

- Or just his babygirl esque nature (i love him <3)

- He accepted a ride from two strangers just because he couldn't find a cab (Arthur was also in the car!!!)

(Also, feel free to add more, please, and every time he does something so charles, i will uptade the list)

#he's so dumb i love him #idk felt the need to tell you bitches how much i love this idiot of a man #also because i saw the video of him catching the airpods and said it out loud 'stuff that could only happen with charles'#anyway this man isnt real and i love this stories so much like its so unhinged #also guys if anyone knows who did this edit please let me know i got from twitter a long tkme ago and idk who made it #charles leclerc you will always be famous #f1 #charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari

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BITE THE HAND, PART ONE.

↳ CS55 ++ 'how to be a dog' by andrew kane ++ [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x]

#carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #web weaving #cs #f1 #w #m #ok i think maybe it will never feel like the right time to post this. so.#this poem has spent two years in the brain cooker. hello #you can imagine my distress when i finished this but it was too ugly and then his guts exploded and then he won a goddamn race and i had to #change it AGAINNN. AND its still ugly. whatever. stories r fluid so dont even worry about it

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goldsainz · 8 months

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WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW — one shot.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

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taglist: @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @woweewoowa @forza55

summary: you’ve slowly consumed charles’s thoughts, and he doesn’t mind it.

request: “can i request ✒️ ❛ you’re my family too. ❜ + charles ?? thx in advanced hehe <3” by @ssainzz

warnings: pure fluff

NOTE: i was listening to margaret by lana while writing this and i just though it was so perfect for this fic. trying to get back into writing after a pretty uninspiring (and quite rough) few weeks. hope you enjoy bc i sure enjoyed writing this!

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Charles adores his job. He loves the sound of the engine, standing on the podium, seeing all the excitement the fans have to give and he adores travelling the world. He would never complain about the amazing things he is doing, but if there is one thing he has learned to cherish even more than all of that, it is you.

You’ve become an integral part of his days. Whether it’s waking up next to you or calling you to check in, he knows you’ve become home to him. When people ask him how his family is doing, he never fails to mention how you are doing.

He can’t help but admire you every time you walk by him, you’re a ray of sunshine in his life; at least that’s what everyone tells him. He hasn’t heard the end of it since he revealed you were his girlfriend, from his teammate to the fans, they can all see how much you’ve brightened his soul.

“Charles?” You softly say, snapping him out of the daydream he was in.

He glances up at you, watching as you move around the room. You’re packing your suitcase, clothes thrown around the room, you’ve most certainly overpacked for the race weekend. But Charles won’t tell you. He’s tried before and it’s a lost cause.

“Hm?”

“Do you think I should take the maroon or vermillion?” You muse, grabbing two different types of dresses and placing them against each other.

Charles furrows his brows, he glances between the dresses and tries to make a decision. But if he’s honest, he doesn’t know what the difference really is. The cuts of the dress are practically identical, and the length is the same in his eyes.

“The maroon?” He says doubtfully. You screw up your nose at his decision, apparently not being what you wanted to hear.

You look at the dress Charles picked once more, and with a shrug you throw it onto the ever-growing pile of clothes in your suitcase.

“I was thinking that for your family dinner we should bring something, right?” You ask him, organising some of the mess you’ve made.

“Our family dinner,” He tells you, a soft smile resting on his lips.

“Huh?” You manage to say, dropping the clothes you were folding onto the bed he’s resting on.

“You said that it was my family dinner, but it’s ours.”

“Oh,” You exhale, taking notice of the deep sentiment behind his words.

It takes you slightly by surprise, it’s not unlike Charles to be sweet, to reassure you with words when things get hard. But this time it is almost out of nowhere. You didn’t really mean anything by your words, yet it seems they touched him in a way you’re not even sure how to describe. The one thing you do know though, is that at the end of the day, he comes home to you. Because home is wherever you are, and that is bigger than anything else.

“You’re family to me, chérie.” He says after the smallest beat of silence.

“You’re my family too.” He doesn’t waste a second in getting up from the bed and kisses you grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you into the kiss like he won’t ever get to do so again.

There is a pause in time. While his lips are on yours, it seems like everything just stops. Leaving you to breathe in the moment, cherish the feeling.

When you pull away from the kiss, the crinkles in Charles’s eyes from the soft smile he gives you melts all your insides. You’d be a fool not to give him the same sentiment back, and so you do.

“You’ve got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.” He whispers, his hand caressing the side of your face.

“And you’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” You say back, admiring the depth of the green in them.

Though neither of you say it, too lost in the moment, it is evident that the love between you is sparkling. And you know, you just know, that Charles is the one for you; just like he knows you were made for him.

If there’s anything you know, it is that he is your family. That he is the one you love. The one you’d come home to every day and never be bored of it. Because monotony with Charles is impossible, and if there ever is, you’d still want it.

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softtdaisy · 11 months

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max + “i’m sorry i let it get this bad. you’re right, i should’ve come to you.” <3

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!female!reader

Words: 1434

A/n: antsy Max inspired me a lot apparently fsjng thank you for your request love, it was a pleasure to finally write for him

You never listened to people’s opinion about your relationship. Sure, you could understand that they were intrigued by Leclerc’s little sister dating Verstappen. The sister dating the rival. It was some kind of romance trope that some fans loved, others hated because they were sure you would betray one of them.

But you never listened to these voices. Because your brother and your boyfriend both knew that you weren’t a menace nor some kind of spy social media wanted to make you. You were just a woman in love. And you promised to never talk to each other about cars and strategy or anything related to F1.

Which was what made the situation even worse for you.

Formula One was heading to Monaco which was at the same time the best and worst weekend for you. Of course you were happy to be home, to see your brothers driving here. Nothing compared with the craziness of the Monaco Grand Prix. But it was the only weekend where you felt conflicted between supporting Charles or Max.

Thankfully, Max was understanding. “If you don’t support your own brother at his home race, when will you?” he laughed one night when you were in bed together. “But it’s really the only race I can accept to see you support Ferrari.” It was one of your favorite private jokes. How he couldn’t look at the Ferrari merch in your wardrobe and how he was complaining when the scuderia put stories of you on Instagram with your brothers. He would never prevent you from supporting them. But for him, Red Bull looked better on you.

“And I thought red looked good on me.” you replied, pouting. He took away that pout by kissing you softly.

“I prefer when you don’t wear anything.”

You knew the weekend would be harder than you thought when Max started to complain about the car after the first free practice. You met him in the garage, right after he left the car. He looked disappointed and threw off the cap he had been wearing for…two minutes, maybe. “What’s wrong?” you asked him, immediately taking his head between your hands to make him look at you. It took him a few good seconds before his blue eyes softened a little.

“The car is shit, this weekend. That’s what’s wrong.” He sighed before sitting on the chair just right next to you, taking you with him on his knees. It felt more intimate, like it was just the one of you. “It feels like I can’t control it entirely, I almost lost it multiple times! That’s the worst scenario, especially here.”

You felt his fingers tapping on your knees, something he did every time he was anxious and he was trying to find his peace again. So you let him do it and offered him a soft kiss on the lips. You couldn’t reassure him completely, you couldn’t be sure the car would be fine on sunday. You could just support him and love him. That was what you did. But it wasn’t enough.

Max still managed to be P2 on the grid, right next to Charles. Some kind of nightmare scenario, if you were asked. You didn’t even watch the start, so scared they would hit each other. They didn’t.

Not yet.

After their first stop, Max was ahead. And Charles attacked him, like he would always do. It lasted for two laps. Until Max’s car stopped behaving correctly. When Charles tried to overtake him, the Red Bull went completely off the track. And you knew for sure that it was the same issue Max had from Friday, that he couldn’t do what he wanted with it. Max was out. Charles was on his way to win his home race.

You were in the Ferrari garage, so you couldn’t even go and see your boyfriend. It killed you to know he was by himself there. You sent him some messages but he didn’t answer them. At some point, when it got clear that nobody would overtake Charles less than five laps before the end, you went on social media. And you saw the comments. Apparently, there were rumors that the Red Bull had issues this weekend. You had no idea where it came from. Apparently walls have ears everywhere.

But the worst part was that some people thought you said something. That the way Charles attacked wasn’t normal, that he probably knew something was wrong with the car. That you told him about your boyfriend’s issue.

You thought it was stupid. Until it became clear that among all the people believing this, there was your boyfriend.

You didn’t see Max after the race. Not during the podium ceremony, where you cried from seeing your big brother. Not during the media panel, like he had disappeared. Not until the party that was planned after the race.

He was there, chatting with some Red Bull mechanic and having a drink. Like he hadn’t been avoiding him for hours now. You went straight to him, leaving Arthur by himself. “Max!” he turned around, more from the habit of looking at you when you entered the room than from wanting him. “I’ve been looking for you all afternoon.” you put a hand on his arm. And he immediately moved to let it slide away.

“Maybe it was a sign I didn't want to talk to you.” You hated that sound. You had arguments before. But never, ever, did Max use that tone with you. The one he used with people he didn’t like. With journalists that portrayed him like a monster. With drivers that were playing with his nerves.

You noticed the mechanics taking a step back. “What’s wrong with you?”

Max finally turned to look at you. “You. You telling Charles about the car so he can win.” You never thought he would think so badly of you. Imagining you could betray him so easily. You didn’t even have the strength to answer him. You rolled your eyes, trying to keep the tears in your eyes and nowhere near your cheeks.

If this is what he thought of you, then you had nothing to do here. You didn’t have the heart to party. So you gave Max one last look, apologized to Charles when you saw him, before leaving and going home.

You didn’t even cry. You just sat on your bed, looking at the wall and trying to understand the hell that happened today. You ignored your brothers’ text, even turned your phone so you didn’t have to watch the screen light up every minute.

Then it rang. And you ignored it again.

Then the bell rang. And you thought it was weird.

When you looked at your phone again, you saw the text. “Open. It’s me”. It was Max. And before you even realized it, you were now at your door to open it. And he was really there. Looking miserable. His hair was messy, his eyes were red and his hands were shaking. He was miserable. But not because he was drunk. Because he knew he might lose you tonight.

“What? You discovered new things about my non-existent plan to ruin your race?” you asked with a sarcastic smile before turning your back at him. You knew he would come in, whether you wanted it or not.

You heard him sighed. “I’m sorry…I was wrong.”

“Yes!” you screamed. “Yes you were wrong Max. How could you even imagine I would say anything to Charles? I never did! I never said anything to him or to you about him. You should have answered my text and my call. You should have come to you. So I could have calmed you down. Rather than see me as some traitor.”

You didn’t realise you had closed your eyes until you felt Max’s arms around you. You didn’t push away. You didn’t return the embrace, though. “I'm sorry I let it get this bad. You’re right, I should’ve come to you.” you nodded silently until your head fell on his shoulder.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, you both needed this peace and to calm all your stress and anxiety. You both needed to know you had each other.

“I’m sorry, you didn’t even stayed to celebrate Charles’ win.” he whispered in your ear, holding you even tighter as if you would leave him suddenly to go back there and leave him alone.

“It’s fine.” you replied, looking at him in the eyes. “Charles has plenty of people to celebrate. You need me. And I need you.”

#max verstappen #Max Verstappen x reader #Max Verstappen imagine #Max Verstappen story #Max Verstappen angst #Max Verstappen fluff #max verstappen fanfic #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 story #f1 fluff #f1 angst #f1 fanfic #my writing

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breaking deals || charles leclerc 16 (part 1)

type: two shot (part 1) - click here to read part 2 pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.3k summary: being friends with benefits with a driver on another team has its ups and downs... requested: yes! “can you please write a fic where y/n is a driver, she's friends with benefits with charles, but when he confess his love she leaves. later on, she decides to give them a chance and the end is super fluff? please show her being super cute with him and breaking the news about their relationship on the paddock!” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: swearing (just a little), (mentions of) flirting, brief mentions of s*x, heartbreak (don't worry! part two will have the happy ending!) notes: I am baaaaack! I was dealing with another writersblock, but I'm back again. I've also decided to do two parts of this story, because this ending was just in my head like a movie and I HAD to do it. Hopefully part 2 will be up somewhere this or next week!

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Rule number one when you decide to be friends with benefits with someone: no feelings. Number two, nobody could find out. The main reason for the second rule was the fact the both of you were drivers, Formula One drivers. Him at Ferrari, you at Alpha Tauri.

You had camera’s following your every step, being the first woman in this modern era to have a seat at one of the teams in the Formula One world. You worked your ass off, and people knew. You made sure people knew, because you were proud of your achievements.

He, however, was also a big thing in the media, especially after his wins, but now because of the lack of wins. Charles Leclerc, driver for Scuderia Ferrari, a championship contender in these first few races, a second place or third place contender later on.

The moment he saw your face on his phone, his Instagram feed filled with pictures of you, he was speechless. Two things crossed his mind. The first being the breath that he missed, because you were, according to the Monegasque, breath takingly beautiful. The second thing was shock, not thinking a female would be in Formula One this soon.

‘BREAKING: Y/n Y/l/n to race for Alpha Tauri in 2022’

He was happy, because this would mean things would get spicy, exciting and different in and around the paddock, on and off the track. He couldn’t wait till those Barcelona testing days, the days he would see you in person, the days he would introduce himself, and make friends, because who didn’t want to befriend the only female driver in Formula One.

The day you arrived at the track, peoples faces turned around instantly. Pierre was talking to Charles and Carlos, talking about their winter break, and of course your name entered the conversation pretty fast.

‘’Yeah, she’s amazing, and freaking fast!’’ Pierre exclaimed, explaining how the two of you met to the Ferrari drivers. ‘’I’m curious to see how she performs between the guys.’’ He then adds, his head turning around once your voice joined their conversation.

‘’I’ll beat all of you in the first laps.’’ You joked, hand resting on the Frenchman’s shoulder, your hair moving with the wind, the sun doing your tan good justice. ‘’y/n!’’ Pierre smiled, turning around to wrap his arms around you, hugging you as your arms found their way around his shoulders. ‘’Hey Pedro.’’ You replied, receiving chuckles from both Ferrari drivers.

‘’Hey, I’m y/n.’’

Those few days in Barcelona were an experience, one of the best you’ve had so far. The speed of the cars, the track, the different weather updates, mid practice changes, pitstops, all things you had at W-series as well, but 10 times faster here. You loved it, the adrenaline it gave you, all the interviewers wanting to talk to you, the thousand of followers you gained, it made you confident.

The final day of practice, you were packing your suitcase in your hotel room, music blasting through your air pods as you danced along the music. You didn’t hear the knocks on the hotel room door, or the voice that was calling your name. Once you finished packing you decided it was a good idea to go downstairs to grab some breakfast, seeing the fact you had an early practice session today. Pierre had the afternoon session.

However, the moment you opened your door, you let out a soft scream, eyes widening a little as your hand rose to your ears to take out your air pods. Once you took them out, your other hand went to your chest, deep breaths trying to calm you down as you watch the Ferrari driver laugh in front of you.

‘’Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.’’ He chuckled, his hand resting on your upper arm. You slowly looked up into his eyes, a kind smile on your face as you shook your head. ‘’No, it’s fine, I just didn’t expect someone to be in front of my door at… 7 am.’’ You smiled, fixing your hair.

Truth be told, you found him attractive, who didn’t find Charles Leclerc attractive? Exactly. Being the only female driver meant you for sure got a lot of male attention, which you didn’t mind. But it also meant getting quite some attention from this man in front of you, something you didn’t seem to mind at all.

‘’Yeah, I eh, was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast together, you have the morning session too right?’’ He smiled at you, his tongue sliding over his lips which made your heart beat a little faster.

‘’I do, are you stalking me already Leclerc?’’ You teased, closing the door behind you as you walked towards the stairs, turning your head to watch the guy dressed in full black chuckle, before he made his way towards you.

‘’Nah, I’m just well aware of who I’m on track with every session.’’ He replied, a smirk on his lips as he watched you walk down the stairs. He couldn’t lie, there was a massive attraction to you from his side, and somehow Charles hoped it didn’t stay at just friends.

And it didn’t. Ever since that moment in Barcelona, the two of you flirted, not wanting to be in trouble, so you decided to do it secretly, making sure nobody knew about the activities the two of you were up to. The both of you knew it couldn’t be a relationship, seeing the fact you were both drivers, for different teams.

However, you mutually agreed it wouldn’t get that far. It was simply flirty, joking, teasing each other. Innocent, at first.

But everything changed after you were back at the track where it all started. Barcelona, the Spanish GP. Charles was frustrated after the race, in which he suffered a loss of power, after leading with a 13 second advantage. You knew he was frustrated, so you decided to see him in the hotel later that evening, hoping everybody would already be asleep.

You gently lifted your hand to knock on his door, a sigh escaping your lips when you saw the Monegasque open the door. ‘’Hey.’’ ‘’hey..’’

You entered, feet moving to the couch almost instantly as you sat down, eyes meeting his as he leaned against the door. ‘’Shit race.’’ You replied, a weak smile on your lips. ‘’You could say that.’’ He mumbled, hands in the pockets of his joggers as he walked towards you, taking a seat on your left.

‘’Power issues?’’ You asked, and he simply nodded, his gaze being at the floor, tongue moving over his lips again. Fuck. You swallowed thickly, looking down at the floor as well, until his hand grabbed yours. Your eyes shot up, looking directly into his as he leaned in to tuck some hair behind your ear.

‘’This is making it a little better though.’’ He whispered, your faces being inches apart, his warm breath hitting your nose which made you shiver, in a good way. ‘’Me being here, or everybody else being asleep?’’ You replied, eyes closing as he leaned down, his lips brushing your neck slightly. ‘’Both.’’

That was the start of something, a ritual, a deal. A deal the both of you had to stick to, desperately.

That day in Barcelona was the start of more bad luck on Charles’ side. More DNF’s, less podiums, less wins. Sure, there was a part of you that felt bad for him, because he didn’t deserve this, he worked his ass off every time, and got stabbed in the back by either the strategists, or the car itself.

‘’I fucking can’t believe this!’’ Charles walked inside your hotel room, almost instantly, as soon as you opened the door for him. Hungary 2022, a frustration for the Ferrari driver.

‘’Charles.’’ You followed him, grabbing his hands as you notice his temper, his anger, not towards you, but himself and his team.

‘’Why the fuck did they put me on the hard compound? Just, why? They saw how bad it was performing with the other teams, did your team put you on the hards?’’ He asked, looking at how you shook your head. ‘’No, of course not, of course they didn’t because they have actual brains, unlike the guys on my team, fucking hell.’’

You frowned, leaning up to press your lips against his, pulling him down by his neck. Sure, his strategists didn’t do the best job, and you understood his frustration, but there were two stories here. ‘’They are trying their best.’’ You sighed against his lips, feeling his grip tighten on your ass.

‘’They should try harder.’’ He groaned, walking back till you were feeling the wall against your back. His hand slowly grabbed your leg, lifting it up so he could press his body against yours, your leg wrapping around his waist.

‘’And so should you.’’ You sighed, which made him stop his movements, lips separating as he took a step back, looking at you. ‘’I am.’’

‘’I know, Charles, I know.’’ You sighed, smiling weakly. ‘’But there are two parts of the strategic decisions during a race.’’ You explained. ‘’Open your mouth, tell them, talk to them.’’ You said, squeezing his hands. ‘’You’re the driver, you know what feels good, tell them, make the decisions too.’’ You nodded, cupping his cheeks with your hands, forcing him to look at you.

‘’Helping the competition now huh?’’ He asked, a playful smirk on his face. He knew you were right, and that’s what made you special to him. Instead of agreeing with him, telling him he was right and that he tried everything he could, you told him what he didn’t do right. You weren’t just going to say yes to everything he said, but you were also able to get into a discussion with him, tell him the facts, how things were actually going. And he appreciated that, he loved that.

‘’Just giving some tips to a friend.’’ You said before closing the space between the two of you again, because that’s what you were, friends. Simply friends, that’s it. And he hated that, because secretly, he wanted to be more than just that, than just friends.

He wanted to tell you, so bad, but he knew it would mean he broke your deal, the deal you made back in Barcelona, rule number one.

‘’What’s the matter with you?’’ You asked the driver, the guy that was laying next to you in bed, refusing to leave after the passionate sex the two of you just had. Charles was cuddly, not like he usually was, he didn’t leave immediately after, but he stayed, and somehow you liked that.

‘’Nothing.’’ He replied. ‘’Are you sure?’’ You frowned, turning to your side, hand resting under your chin as you put your hair over one shoulder, eyes narrowing to meet his. ‘’There’s something.’’ You murmured, poking his cheek with your finger, watching as he took a deep breath, tongue sliding over his lips like he usually did.

‘’You don’t want to know.’’ He sighed, not wanting to look you in the eyes. Your frown got deeper as you turned in the bed, sitting up straight, the covers up to your chest as you turned to him fully. ‘’Actually, I do.’’ You said, watching the Monegasque take the same position as you, face turning around to face you. His hand moved up to cup your cheek, both your eyes closing as your lips connected once more, but this kiss was different, and you both knew.

‘’Charles…’’ You sighed against his lips, receiving a groan back, his hands pulling you even closer, because he needed you close, and not just as a friend.

‘’Charles, we can’t.’’ You said, pulling away from the loving kiss you just shared. Charles looked at you, his hand slowly reaching for yours, but you pulled yours away. ‘’No.’’ You said, a frown on your forehead.

‘’But, I like you, fuck, I love you, y/n.’’ He said, which made you close your eyes. ‘’No you don’t.’’ You simply replied, your voice almost being a whisper. ‘’I do.’’ He responded, trying to reach for your hand again, but you got out of the bed and threw him his clothes after putting on one of your shirts and panties.

‘’You should go.’’ You said, swallowing thickly. It was the end of the season, but you were still known as drivers, from different teams. ‘’y/n…’’

‘’Go, Charles, now.’’ You said, looking up into his eyes, fighting the tears in your own eyes, arms wrapped around your body. He knew he fucked up, big time, so he was quick in putting on his clothes, as well as his shoes and he stormed off, opening the door and walking out of your hotel room.

He crossed your friend, the one you were here with for the final race of the season, but Charles was so in his own mind space, he simply walked past the girl, and stormed off. Lola walked towards you, since Charles left your room door wide open, and watched the guy walk down the stairs.

‘’Who was that?’’ She asked, turning her head to look into your direction. You sighed, your eyes never leaving the back of the guy that slowly found its way into your heart. ‘’A friend.’’ You mumbled, Lola walking past you to go inside the hotel room, placing the boxes of pizza on the table.

‘’A friend I fell in love with…’’ You whispered, grabbing the handle of the door and closing it behind you, eyes scanning the room, ending on the bed you just shared with that friend.

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purplephantomwolf · 9 months

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Savoring the Finish Line

Chapter Two

Story Synopsis: Max Verstappen falls in love with a woman who owns a bakery.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately. Also, this is not an accurate portrayal with how a bakery works. I did my best with research, but it's not 100%.

Previous chapters: Chapter One

Next Chapter: Chapter Three

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Warnings for this chapter: Badly translated French, panic attack

December 18, 2021

I rush over to the windows, pulling the blinds down. I don’t think Max wants anyone to see him in this state. After making sure no one can see in, I squat down in front of Max. He’s got his head in between his knees and is breathing erratically. “Hey, can you look at me, please?” I softly ask. Max doesn’t respond to me. I gently touch his arm, trying to get his attention. His head jerks up, looking startled. “My name is Adaline. Can I take your hand?” I gently ask. He nods, still struggling with his breathing. “Okay, thank you. I’m going to help you do what I do when I have panic attacks. Is that okay?” I ask. He nods again, slowly this time. “Okay, thank you,” I smile softly. I sit down next to Max, taking his hand in mine. “Okay, I need you to attempt to breathe in sync with me. I’m going to place your hand on my chest, so it’ll be easier. Is that okay?” I suggest, making sure he’s okay with everything I’m doing. Max attempts to speak while nodding. He doesn’t manage to get anything out yet. “Hey, hey. Don’t attempt to speak yet. Not until you get your breathing somewhat under control,” I shake my head. I lay his hand on my chest, taking deep breaths. I see him starting to take deep breaths.

Once I notice Max’s breathing has evened out some, I pull out the next thing I do when I have panic attacks. “Okay, next we’re going to do the 54321 grounding technique. I need you to tell me five things you can see,” I state. Max looks around the bakery.

“Uh, tables, you, register, chairs, and the kitchen door,” Max says, slowly looking at everything as he says it. I smile encouragingly.

“Good, good. Now, can you name four things you can feel?” I encourage him, nodding.

“Your heartbeat, my coat, the floor, your shirt,” Max lists off, starting to sound more confident.

“Okay, now, what are three things you can hear?” I ask.

“Your music, ticking of the clock, and-” Max tilts his head, seeming to be listening to things, “Someone talking outside.”

“Okay, two things you can smell,” I tell him.

“Easy. Baked goods and flowers,” he slightly smiles, looking over at the flowers I have along the walls.

“Yeah, that’s a pretty easy one when you’re in here,” I laugh. “But last thing, one thing you can taste.”

“Hmm, is that chocolate I can taste?” He asks, looking around.

“Yeah, it is. I have quite a few items on the menu that have chocolate in them,” I laugh, looking at the display. Max grins, looking proud of himself. “Are you feeling better now?” I ask, placing his hand on his knee.

“I am, thank you so much,” Max blushes, looking embarrassed.

“Of course, I know how bad panic attacks can get when going through them alone. I didn’t want to make you do that. Now, when I have my panic attacks, I always feel weak afterwards. Food and a drink always helps me. Would you like something to eat and drink? I think I have some croissants and kouign amanns left, and I can make some tea or water if you’d like?” I ask, standing up. I hold my hand out to Max, not really expecting him to say yes to.

“If it’s not a hassle to you or anything,” he whispers, taking my hand. I shake my head, helping him up.

“I wouldn’t have suggested otherwise. Come on, I was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen, so it’s a bit of a mess still,” I blush, realizing the state of my kitchen. I hear a whine come from the kitchen and my eyes widen. Max looks at me, confused.

“What was that?” Max asks, eyebrows knitted.

“That would be my two puppies. They hang with me in the kitchen while I clean, but if you’re uncomfortable with that, I can take them upstairs while you’re here,” I say. Max’s eyes light up at the mention of my puppies. He violently shakes his head no.

“No, no! It’s okay,” he rushes out.

“Perfect, they’re sweet, but quite protective of me. They aren’t really around guys, except my employee, Louis. They might take a second to warm up to you. Elise will warm up to you quicker than Lacey, though,” I explain. I walk back to the kitchen, motioning for him to follow me. I push open the door, and Elise and Lacey are immediately running around my feet. I laugh and squat down, petting them. “Max, meet Lacey and Elise. Lacey is the six month old Pitbull, Elise is the year old German Shepherd,” I explain, pointing to each of them.

“Nice to meet you, Elise and Lacey,” he grins, sitting down next to me. Max holds out his hand for the dogs. They slowly walk over to him, sniffing his hand. Lacey takes longer at sniffing his hand than Elise. Elise is currently unsuccessfully trying to climb into Max’s lap.

“I’m so sorry! She thinks she’s still lap dog size,” I rush to pull Elise off of him. Max places an arm around her and lifts her into his lap. He smiles up at me, shaking his head, gently squatting my hands away. “Alright, alright. What would you like to eat and drink? I have croissants, pain au chocolat, kauign amann, and macarons, water, and tea,” I list off, looking at all my leftovers on the kitchen counter.

“Just a croissant and water, if it’s not too much of a hassle,” he mumbles, distracted by playing with Lacey. I grin at the sight, walking over the croissants. I quickly plate a couple, before getting a glass of cold water.

“You might want to put the food on the counter and stand to eat. The puppies will attempt to steal your food otherwise,” I laugh, setting the plate and water on a counter. Max lifts Elise off of him and stands up, walking over to the plate. I get back to cleaning my kitchen as he takes his first bite.

“This is delicious,” I hear him say. I peak over my shoulder to see his eyes wide, staring at the croissant.

“Thank you,” I mumble, continuing cleaning to avoid blushing.

Max clears his throat, and I turn to look at him. “So, I know you’re probably not my biggest fan, but I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about the panic attack. I normally don’t have them, I just got super overwhelmed with some things,” he says, picking at the croissant.

My eyebrows knit in confusion. “Why do you think I’m not your biggest fan?” I ask. I immediately start going through our interaction, trying to see when I said or did something that would tell him that. Max looks up at me, before pointing at my shirt. I look down, and my eyes widen. “Merde, of course I’m wearing this when I meet you,” I groan. “I promise you, I am not a Lewis or Mercedes fan; I’ve been a Red Bull fan since they entered F1. My dad got me this when Lewis was absolutely dominating, trying to convince me to switch teams. I only wear it when I clean, hence all the stains you see on it,” I explain, blushing.

Max smiles, “Okay. Good to know I’m not eating in the enemy's kitchen then.” I laugh, shaking my head.

“I won’t tell anyone about the panic attack,” I say, grabbing out some supplies to make the dough for tomorrow's croissants. “Do you want to talk about what caused the panic attack? I know talking helps me a lot, but I get that I’m a stranger, so I understand if you don’t want to talk,” I say, looking at him. Max seems to contemplate this for a minute.

“No, I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. Thank you, though,” he shakes it. I plop the dough into a bowl, putting it into the fridge for tomorrow. I wash my hands, before turning to him.

“Alright, sounds good. Do you need more water?” I ask, noticing his empty water cup.

“No thank you, I think I should get going. Let you get back to your cleaning,” Max says, bending down to pet Lacey. Elise whines, running up to me, wanting attention. I laugh and squat down, petting her.

“Okay, well, you’re always welcome back. We’re open from 6 am to 8 pm. Always got to promote the business,” I grin. Max lets out a loud laugh, straightening up. His shoulders shake with laughter, and I grin proudly.

“Of course, of course. The croissants were delicious. I will be back to try other things. Do you make them all yourself?” He asks, leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, I make all the food myself. I have an older couple that I employ that work the front,” I smile.

“That’s amazing. I’ll definitely come back to try other things,” he nods, “My trainer is going to hate me.” I let out a loud laugh, shaking my head.

“Better not be eating too much then,” I grin, grabbing his plate and cup. I clean and dry them, putting them up. I can feel Max’s eyes on me as I do this. I turn to him when I’m done.

“Thank you for the help with calming me down,” he mumbles, turning red and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Of course, it is honestly not a problem. I had someone teach me the 54321 grounding technique and it’s been a life saver,” I shrug.

“I’ll have to remember it for if I’m in this situation again,” Max nods. I nod, heading to the front of the store. I grab my cleaning supplies, getting ready for the tough job of cleaning the front. Max follows after me, Lacey and Elise hot on our heels. I start to wipe down the tables as Max watches. After a couple minutes of silence, he sighs. “I should get going now, thank you so much for everything tonight,” he says. He starts to walk towards the front door.

“Of course, any time. Have a good night, Max,” I smile, following him.

“You as well, Adaline,” Max smiles back, before leaving. I make sure to lock the door after him. I look down at Lacey and Elise running around my feet.

“What an interesting night,” I mumble. I quickly finish my cleaning. I feel my eyes fighting to stay open, meaning it’s bedtime. I drag myself up the stairs.

Once I’m upstairs, I grab a quick bite to eat before starting my nighttime routine. Once done with that, I slide under the covers. Elise and Lacey jump up onto the bed with me, snuggling in for the night. I fall asleep cuddling with them, not believing how my night went.

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