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CHARLES // thursday, Dutch gp 2023
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Another Summer Break Shots
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✶ lestappen moodboard ✶
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Happy birthday my beloved little Japanese 🎉🥳
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A love song
Charles is sad and Max tries to comfort him
Warnings for lots of Charles angst and sadness about the season so if you don't want that don't read!! I just felt like I had to write it, I don't know :(
Charles’ fingers stroke the keys of his piano almost absentmindedly, his rhythm a little off and his shoulders slouched over. It’s hardly a professional performance, his posture and hand placement are all wrong but it’s not like anybody is listening, not that that stops him frowning to himself as he hits a few wrong notes.
The Monegasque heaves out a long breath as the door goes. It really is a strange paradox that he feels so lonely yet doesn’t want to bothered by anyone. The type of loneliness that is eating up is not really to do with proximity of people. He was surrounded by bodies at the track and yet they provided little comfort.
As the door goes again he reluctantly gets up and plasters on a smile. It’s unlikely to be family unless they’ve lost their spare keys, he just hopes that another fan hasn’t managed to slip past security downstairs because he’s really not in the mood to try and be polite about the intrusion of his privacy.
“I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
Charles takes a second before answering, he wasn’t entirely sure who he was expecting it to be but he certainly wasn’t expecting Max. The Dutchman is smiling in that soft way he seems to do a lot lately.
“No I’m not busy” Charles steps aside to let Max in as he gives his apartment a quick glance to see if it’s acceptable for guests. It’s certainly seen better days but it will pass, he doubts Max is a clean freak.
“I came to see how you were.”
And if the sight of Max Verstappen at his door was unexpected then the Dutchman showing up just to check on him seems even more peculiar. Then again Max has certainly been more gentle with him recently, he would have to be a fool not to notice that.
The Dutchman has been full of praise for him despite his abysmal start to the season, happily throwing out complements about his speed and confidence at a press conference and asserting to the media that he is still his real championship rival. Then there was Miami where there wasn’t so much as a cross word when he cut short the Red Bull driver’s qualifying and with it his chance of pole position. Charles had expected a few less than friendly words, especially after having a front row seat to the Dutchman confronting George Russell only one race earlier. There had been nothing though, nothing other than an acknowledgement that it could happen to anyone. Charles had been surprised but relieved, having Max angry with him on top of everything else would have been too much.
“I am fine” Charles shrugs, it’s not like he is going to have a deep and meaningful. Not right now. Not with Max. It’s easier to try not to think about everything that has happened over the past year. The highs from the start of last season seem to make the lows of this one even more painful. It’s the uncertainty more than anything, the glimmers of hope that are immediately dashed. It’s like being on a pendulum, it’s all or nothing. The cheers of getting pole in Baku are immediately drowned out by jeers of crashing out of qualifying in Miami. The car is up and down. The Monegasque is not sure if he is trying too hard or not hard enough. He just knows he is failing and that is what really hurts.
Max nods, his facial expression unreadable, “That is good. I know you can be harsh on yourself”
“I can only drive the car they have given me” Charles knows logically that is correct. He has been repeating the same logic to himself over and over. Except he can’t get to grips with the car they have given him, he can’t work it out, it is working one minute and then uncontrollable the next and he’s no idea how he is meant to adapt when everything is so unpredictable.
“That is true” Max smiles sympathetically.
“Take a seat” there is a sudden silence that Charles needs to fill because Max is just looking back at him questioningly, “You want a drink?”
“No I’m good” Max settles down on the couch, “The season has started a little different this year?”
“Yes” Charles keeps it short, there’s no need to elaborate. He’s not sure what Max is trying to achieve but it’s not like the Dutchman has hit on some amazing revelation, clearly the season has started differently. Last year he spent most of the first few races celebrating on the podium, he had been cheered on by fans and told that he finally had a proper shot at becoming a Ferrari world champion. This year he’s mostly been commiserating alone in his hotel room, he’s been criticised endlessly by his own fans and he hasn’t been able to avoid the commentators that feel that he just might never win that elusive championship. The two years couldn’t have been more different and yet Max doesn’t really seem like he is gloating.
“And how are you feeling about that Charles?”
“It is what it is, we will come back stronger” Charles isn’t sure why he is even entertaining this conversation. It feels like a therapy session or some standard post race interview. He’s parroting back pre-prepared statements like he’s talking to the media whilst Max nods along.
“So nothing you want to talk about, you are all good?”
“Nothing to talk about” Charles smiles as best he can.
“That is good of course” Max shuffles around in his seat for a little bit whilst Charles fidgets around with the sleeve of his jumper, “You were playing when I knocked on the door”
“Oh just messing around”
“Sounded good , but I have no idea what it is meant to sound like”
“It is just for fun”
“Why don’t you play something now?”
Charles pauses. Max has never struck him as being a classical music fan, in fact the Dutchman has never really mentioned music to him before at all. Still, Charles has always found playing a comfort and Max’s questions are becoming far too intrusive so the out is much welcomed, “I can play a little for you”
“Cool” Max jumps up, “Can I sit next to you or is that weird?”
It’s definitely weird, but then again everything about this is weird so Charles isn’t going to argue, not when Max looks so enthusiastic, “You can sit next to me I guess”
Charles sits down on the piano stool, shuffling to the left so Max can squeeze in beside him. It’s more intimate than he had imagined, Max’s muscled thigh pressed right up against his own. The Dutchman’s cologne is new, it smells like warm vanilla with hints of lavender. It’s almost sweet, Charles lets himself breath it in as he relaxes and starts stroking the keys.
“Did you write this?” Max’s attention is fixed on where Charles’ fingers are dancing along the keys.
“Yes” Charles stops for a second and takes a breath, picking up roughly where he left off, the composition still half formed and a little messy around the edges.
“Is it about anything in particular?” Max’s voice is calm and quiet as if he’s trying to match the tone of Charles’ keystrokes.
“No, it’s just random” Charles lies, because it’s so incredibly personal that he can’t bare to admit it. When words and thoughts are difficult, notes and chords take their place. There is an emotion to music that acts as escapism and Charles wants nothing more than to escape.
“That is good then”
“It is?”
“Yes” Max pauses briefly, “because it feels a little sad.”
Charles feels his heart clenching, it is sad. It is sad and it is depressing and maybe a little desperate and he wants everyone to hear it and nobody to hear it all at once, “You think so?”
The Monegasque tries to keep his concentration purely on what he is doing. He tries to ignore all the points where Max’s body is pressed up against him making him feel warm and he tries not to think about the fact that he is communicating exactly what he is currently feeling out loud through music.
“I am not a musician” Max muses, “But yes, it is sad. It sounds like someone who is struggling, someone who thinks they have let everyone down”
“Maybe” Charles mumbles, his vision just blurring a little around the edges as he blinks out a couple of tears. It’s all there. All his self doubt arranged in a beautiful melody, all his self hatred playing out in a pleasing rhythm, his failures captured in the pitch and timbre. The whole form and structure testament to all his deepest anxieties.
“Somebody maybe in a little pain”
Max is still continuing, the lull of his voice mixing with the chords as if it’s always meant to be there, the perfect accompaniment. Charles closes his eyes for the briefest of seconds, lets his hands carry on playing without vision, it’s all down to feeling and instinct anyway.
“Most of all perhaps it sounds like someone who believes they are not good enough when that could not be further from the truth”
The Monegasque’s fingers falter, his legs bouncing up and down as the few stray tears start pooling together until his eyes are full and overflowing and he can do nothing but let the tears fall as he plays out the rest of his song. It’s only when he has finished and his unsteady breath is filling the apartment that he really lets everything in.
“Charles, I came here because I think someone needs to tell you that you are good enough. You have always been and always will be good enough”
The Monegasque moves to open his mouth but instead curls himself in to Max’s chest and lets the Dutchman hold him. And he knows that in the scheme of the world his problems may not be the worst. He knows he is privileged to be able to do what he does for a living but that doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. He feels like he is floundering. He has to come home to an empty apartment when more than ever he needs support. He has to try and put a brave face on the car development when he doesn’t know if it’s going to get better or not. And worse of all he has to face disappointing the team, the sponsors, the fans, himself, his friends and family. Everyone.
“Charles, I wish you had spoken to me sooner but I am here now so you can let it out” Max wraps his arms around the Monegasque and holds him tightly. The start of last year gave Max what he had been waiting for, the two of them racing in the pinnacle of motorsport by each other’s side. The Dutchman knows that Charles must have felt it too, he must have felt the exhilaration of thinking things were getting better and that Ferrari were on the up. He just can’t imagine how you then try and revert back to playing catch up and hunting down points rather than podiums, and dreaming of race wins rather than championship wins.
“What if I don’t do it?” Charles stutters, “what if I never win a championship”. It is what it all comes down to, the idea of ever retiring without a championship physically hurt him.The Monegasque nestles himself even further into Max, it’s so embarrassing that he should care so deeply about trophies and titles but he’s spent his whole life working towards it and the thought that the closest he will come is runner up makes his chest tighten up and his whole body ache. Everyone has always told him he can do it but now he’s not so sure. It feels like it was within his grasp and now it is slipping away.
“Racing isn’t everything Charles”
“That’s easy for you to say, look at you”
“Charles” Max soothes his hands under the Monegasque’s jaw until he can tip his head up, “You know that I am one of your bigger supporters. I know that you can do it and you still have so many years to prove it.”
“I just… it is just hard” Charles tries to sniff back the tears, “ I don’t know”
“You shouldn’t bottle everything up. It is okay to be disappointed and it is okay to tell someone you are sad and it’s okay to be scared that things might not work out as planned.”
“When did you get to be so emotionally intelligent” Charles tries to laugh, because this is the same Max who has spent most of the time being vilified for his outbursts and anger. Something Charles has always known was far from the truth.
“Not intelligent, I just know you” Max thumbs away a few tears from the Monegasque’s cheeks, “And I know that you are hurting”
Charles tries to take a few deep steadying breathes as he holds Max’s gaze. He’s sure he looks like a complete mess, his cheeks all red, his eyes all puffy where the tears are still falling and yet Max is still just looking at him so tenderly he’s not sure he can take it, “I think it is just hard coming back here alone and just going over things in my head”
“You can always call me. I know we aren’t really like that, I mean we do not hang out and maybe you would prefer to call Pierre or Carlos but I will always be here”
Charles smiles, wiping a few tears away with the back of his hand, “I know now”
Deep down Charles guesses he should have already known because even though Max has won his championships he still understands about pressure and expectation. The Dutchman also knows him almost as well as anyone, they just seem connected in a way Charles can’t quite explain in words but has captured in music many times over the years.
Charles has seen all the jokes online about them being emotional support rivals but really Max is exactly that for him. The Dutchman would get this furious look on his face when Ferrari had fucked up in some way and he beamed brighter than anyone when Charles won in Austria. He always had time for a race debrief followed by a hand brushed along Charles' lower back or resting on his shoulder. There was always that light touch that just felt grounding and real. This year it’s been so few and far between and Charles has missed it. In fact when he thinks about it maybe its not just the winning feeling he has missed
“I have missed you” Charles laughs as he says it incase he needs to pass it off as a joke, “I mean I know we still see each other but… I feel like..” The Monegasque takes a few breathes to give himself time, “I feel like we are good together and when we were up there together everything was just better even on the days things did not go so well”
“I’ve missed you too you know” Max smiles and its the soft sweet smile again, “I know it is not the same but it is always nice to have you by my side. I do not hear the crowd booing so much when I can just concentrate on your voice”
Charles sucks in a deep breath, “I wish I was there with you now”
“We will be fighting again at the front I am sure, you are too good not to be” Max says with so much ease Charles can’t help but believe him.
“It is not just the racing” Charles admits, because sitting in his apartment now he realises he has all the same questions and problems as before but everything feels less daunting when Max is pressed against him., “I want to be racing with you but I also.. “
Charles can’t quite get the words out so instead inches closer until he can feel Max’s warm breath on his lips.
“You are not just doing this because you are sad Charles?” Max’s voice breaks a little as it comes out with a long exhale.
“No” Charles’ lips brush tentatively against Max’s as his hands wrap around the Dutchman’s waist.
Max doesn’t react straight away, it’s probably seconds but Charles can feel everything slowing until he’s just about to pull apart and pretend he’s overly emotional and reaching out for anything. Before he can, Max leans into him and lets their lips glide together. And it’s not the passionate heated embrace Charles had fantasised about, it’s familiar and tender and loving. Max kisses him soft and deep until he is making a little humming sound that vibrates up against the Dutchman’s lips. Max’s quiet moans make Charles' heart thud in his chest. The two of them wrapping their arms around each other as the vibrations and the beats and the moans melt into a song, and it’s not sad or depressing or desperate, it’s happy and exciting and hopeful and it’s just for them. It’s their own special little love song.
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💋BABYGIRLIEST POLL:
mason mount vs jude bellingham
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💋BABYGIRLIEST POLL:
lionel messi vs luka modric
lionel messi: luka modric:
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💋BABYGIRLIEST POLL:
martin odegaard vs marc marquez
( 2 nominations) (1 nomination)
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💋BABYGIRLIEST POLL:
checo pérez vs yuki tsunoda
(1 nomination) (2 nominations)
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Can you do prompt 41 with neymessi?
author's note: this is rushed but cute, hope you like it!
NEYMESSI HURT/COMFORT:
Ney was at a loss. He knew that Leo was dissapointed with the game and with how I played, even if he had just come back from and injury. He also knew that Leo needed to process things in his own way, usually in silence so he wanted to give him some space whilst still being there for him. Currently they were on the couch, with some predictable murder mistery movie that both of them were pretending to watch. Neymar had his head on Leo's shoulder and his right arm held lightly Leo's side, gently caressing it. Neymar didn't catch a word of the movie but he could have told you all about Lionel's breathing and the rustling of his legs constantly moving. Finally the movie ended, as Ney was about to fall asleep. Leo was the first to get up, moving towards the bedroom without saying anything. Neymar followed him, a little disappointed. They brushed their teeth in unison and silence and when Ney completed his night routine Leo was already in bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone.
Neymar sighed, he was thinking of a way to ease the tension when Leo spoke a full sentence for the first time that night: "Can I be the little spoon tonight?" he said softly, almost in a whisper. Ney was beaming at the request "Of course meu amor, everything you want." he smiled. Ney was the little spoon basically all the time, even if he was taller and he loved feelling the warmth of Leo all around him but that night he discovered he loved how he felt in his arms just as much. 'We fit together beautifully' he thought, breathing in Leo's smell as he spoke again. "Talk tomorrow yeah?" he said, obviously already sleepy. Ney just nodded, they were so close that he knew he could feel it. "I love you a lot Ney, thank you" he added in a whisper. "I love you too Leo."
#neymessi fanfic#neymessi#neymessi fic#neymar jr x lionel messi#neymar x messi#neymar jr#lionel messi#leo messi#psg
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46 with leo messi please 🥹❤️🩹
leo messi x reader:
author's note: this is very short and I don't think I'm gonna write smut again, sorry hope it's okay.
You moaned as he finally bottomed out in you. The whole day had been about you: from the red roses, to the candle lit dinner and to the roses again, but this time just the petals scattered on your bed. He sat down, dragging you onto his lap, tickling you as you giggled. While you laughed the moved you on the bed so that he was on top of you. He started leaving quick kisses all around your body while never stopping to tickle you. He kisses your neck, goes lower in between your boobs, lower right above your bellybutton then goes lower again...
He ate you out for what seemed like too long and not enough at the same time, stopping right before you could orgasm. Now you begged for more as he bottoms out in you.
"Leo you're so big." you groan.
"I'll fill you right up baby." he says in a low and husky voice. He kisses you deeply then fastens the pace. "You'll look so beautiful all filled up."
"Oh Leo" you moan as he goes faster and drags you impossibly closer, murmuring "beautiful, beautiful." over and over again.
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OSCAR PIASTRI
MCLAREN UNBOXED >> Silver Lining
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“I couldn't sleep.” With mason mount pls!!
authors' note: here it is, hope you like it, it's supposed to be set right before euros quali, so right now lmao.
MASON MOUNT X READER:
You opened one eye and the other and saw Mason already awake, sat up and scrolling on his phone, with netflix in the background.
"Good morning" you said, cuddling up to him.
"Did I wake you up? Sorry I didn't think the tv was that loud."
"Don't worry about it. What time is it?"
"Almost five."
"Which means you have a flight in less than four hours."
"I guess"
"What are you doing?"
"Couldn't sleep" he mumbles, then quickly changes topic "What do you think of those long distance touch bracelets?"
"The ones that light up? I guess they're cute." you said, confused.
"You want one? I mean, two but I would have the other."
"If you feel like buying it, sure, but you'd have to take it off everytime you play anyway and knowing me I would probably lose it, I don't know if it's practical."
"Yeah you're right…" he says, looking a little lost. Then he takes his phone in his hands again and starts searching for something.
"What about a necklace then?"
"What is this about?"
"I want to get you a gift?"
"Is that a question?"
"No, I want to get you a gift."
"Why?"
"Cause I want to be a good boyfriend."
"You already are and you know I don't like you spending money on me."
"It's nothing I can't afford."
You smile "I know, you arrogant pretty rich boy."
He smiles back, kissing your forehead "At least I'm pretty."
"But seriously, I wanna give you something."
"Give me a kiss" you say and he gives you a quick kiss, still looking unsure.
"I feel like I should give you something, since I'm leaving today and all, you know to apologize…"
"Mase this is your job we're talking about. I don't want you to apologize cause you're playing for England, this is a good thing!"
"Yeah I know." he sighs "But everything is going to be more intense as the Euros start. Seeing each other is going to be more difficult and I already know I'll be stressed. I think it's unfair to you."
You smile and tell him "Come here." so that he's laying in your arms instead of sitting up.
You gently starts running a hand through his hair. "Mase look at me, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you, and I have to say it's kind of worth it."
"Just kind of?" he laughs
"We'll see. There's one thing I want from you: I want you focusing on the game, giving it your all as you always do and I'll be there, waiting and proud. Always."
He looks up at you with the biggest smile and slightly wet eyes.
"I love you Y/n." he says.
"I love you too Mason, now sleep." you answer, kissing his temple as he hugs you tighter, already yawning.
#mason mount x reader#mason mount#chelsea fc#chelsea#christian pulisic#mason mount x you#mason mount x y/n#mason mount fic#mason mount imagine#euros 2024#footballer x reader#football fic#request
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Scuderia Ferrari.jpg
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lestappen 15 (it's okay i got you) based on ferrari's shitty car and charles having a bad breakdown ?
author's note: is very short but don't worry cause a part 2 is coming shortly and with how shitty ferrari is right now even a pt3 or 4 😀
LESTAPPEN:
Max spotted Charles leaning against a wall,eyes closed and breaths deep in between interviews. He took a step in his direction but he was interrupted by a journalist telling him all about his next interview. By the time she finished Charles had moved and Max couldn't find him, he sighed but his interview was about to start anyway. He was determined to go find him afterwards. Max had a chance to talk to him after he finished his interview while Charles was still waiting to do his last one. When Max approached him he once again had his eyes closed and an almost pained expression. He put a hand on his shoulder and Charles looked up at him with glittering eyes and furrowed eyebrows. "How are you feeling?"he asked, feeling stupid.
"How you would except." He responded in a low voice "Congratulations, good race." He added.
Max felt stupid, he probably didn't want to talk to him, yet he couldn't bear the idea of leaving him alone. "Thank you Charles and…I'm really sorry"
Charles' eyes widened for a second and he looked down blinking repeatedly. Max felt his heart break as he realized he couldn't let Charles breakdown in the next interview.
"Je ne veux pas en parler." Charles mumbled, confirming his theories.
"Yeah sorry." Max quickly said, thinking about something to talk about outside of racing and deciding on something that made him happy: his nephews. He told Charles all about how they were growing up, showing him the pictures Victoria always sends him of them celebrating, even telling him their little quirks and how similar Luka is to him. Thankfully the pictures seemed to cheer Charles up a little and by the time they called him in he even had a little smile.
"Thank you for distracting me Max" Charles said as they both got up. "We'll talk later, yeah?"
"Yeah I got you, I'll wait outside." Max answered with a big smile on his face and a warm feeling in his chest.
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valentine’s day (c. pulisic)
authors note: mentally, i’m here
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