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Classical Conditioning (CL16)

A/N This is my first fic that isn't based off of a request, I hope you guys enjoy it

Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Word count - 1.7k

Charles was always grateful for the support you gave him, by his side since won the F2 championship all those years ago. The two of you were inseparable, especially after you finished your degree. You were lucky enough to find a job that meant you could work from home, and so every weekend you would be in the paddock with Charles, always adorned in Ferrari red in some way. Everyone loved you, if not the content on your Instagram at the very least. You'd celebrated with Charles when he got his first win, when he won in Spa and in Monza, the Ferrari 1-2; everything you'd been through together.

But this season was already rough on Charles, from the strategy failures to the car itself, he was frustrated. He had no control over anything, so you hatched a plan. You were going to teach Charles to get used to not being in control, something he'd had throughout your relationship. You sat him down, leg bouncing nervously. Charles' concerned eyes met yours, his hand coming to rest on your leg, "It's okay mon cherie, you can tell me anything." He mutters, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the skin of your thigh. You release a deep breath, "I was thinking, that maybe, to help you with having less control, we could, uhm, try something new." You murmur, voice quiet. Charles' eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowed, "New?" He questions.

"In the bedroom?" You say, doubt creeping into your tone. "It's just, I think it might help you to be more comfortable, if it's not something you want to try that's totally fine, just an idea." You ramble, nervous to hear his response. "I want to try, I've kinda wanted to for a while to be completely honest, I think it would be hot." He tells you, soft smiling his gracing his cheeks as they turn a light rose colour. You return his smile, tension leaving your shoulders as the two of you discuss boundaries and ideas for the rest of the night.

The first time Charles asks you to take control is after qualifying in Spain. Charles found himself annoyed that after he seemed to be on the up the car had failed him again, leaving him in P19 for tomorrow's race. You ease him into it, simply teasing him with your mouth until he's begging you to just let him have something, to feel his orgasm within reach. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, suckling gently and dipping your tongue into the slit. He whines out at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, the vein of his cock throbbing against your tongue. You slide up his body, kissing away the tear the falls from his eye before leaning into his lips. The moment you wrap your hand around his cock and whisper against his lips, "Cum for me mon amour." He can't stop himself. He erupts in white over your fist, stomach clenching, thighs shaking, moans of thank you leaving his mouth. You remove your hand from his member, some of his cum covering your thumb. You tap it lightly on his lips. Charles eagerly opens his mouth, taking in your thumb and sucking it clean, eyes shut in pleasure.

After that night Charles' season seems to turn around again, 5 consistent points finishes in a row. Charles is adamant that it's down to your presence, grateful that you're by his side in support. Then Zandvoort happens. Between the contact in the opening lap and the missing tires, Charles was devastated. He was dead silent, the whole way back to the hotel, simply holding your hand and squeezing every couple of minutes. He stays silent as you open the door to the hotel room, skulking into the shower. You sit on the bed, waiting for him to return from the shower. He eventually kneels down in front of you, hair messy from the shower, towel tied around his waist. "I want to forget about it, please help me mon amour." He whispers, hands resting on your thighs. "How do you want me to help Charlie?" You ask, hand tilting his chin to look up at you. His eyes are lidded, clouded with lust as he stares into your own. "Want to make you feel good." He mutters, eyes fluttering shut when your thumb traces his cheeks. He worships you all night, first with his tongue, and then with his fingers, and then both. The sounds filling the room are filthy, your moans and his whines, the slurping sounds coming from his mouth against you. When he finally pulls away you trace your thumb over his lips, collecting your cum. Once again he takes your thumb in his mouth, savouring your taste.

You're convinced that your idea had helped Charles, he was doing well, top five finishes week after week. You stand in the Ferrari garage, biting your nail as Charles begins his final qualifying lap in Austin. It feels like you don't breathe, for the next minute and 34 seconds you stand stock still. P1. Charles had taken his third pole position of the season and the garage erupted, yells and cheers spilled out into the pitlane. You raced to find Charles, engulfing him in a hug and kissing his helmut as he thanks you profusely. Sunday came along and you had never been more nervous, praying that this went well for Charles. He drops down the grid through the race, losing pole position and eventually finishing P6 after Ferrari fail to come up with a good strategy... again. Just two hours later, both him and Lewis were disqualified. You're right next to Charles as they break the news to him, his face dropping in disappointment. "There's nothing I can do, it's completely fair. It's just so frustrating," he begins to explain, "I guess I'm just glad it's only P6 being taken from me and not a podium like Lewis." You wrap your arms around him once more, his head resting on your shoulder as he sighs. That night he asks you to help him once more, and you spend the night bouncing on his cock as he gags on your fingers. His spit spills out of his mouth as he cums inside you, eyes rolling back and cheeks flushed red.

The same routine continues, in Brazil after he is unable to start, he drags you back to his drivers' room. He locks the door before begging you to take him in your mouth, it doesn't take him long to cum, spilling his load down your throat. You hum against his length, continuing to suckle on the tip as his thighs quake. His whimpers increase as you push him as far as you can, mouth encasing his sensitive cock as his fingers fist into your hair. He eventually taps the side of your cheek and you let him out of your mouth with a pop, standing in front of him as he pants heavily. "So good to me mon amour, que ferais-je sans toi?" He mutters and you smile against his chest.

Vegas is his redemption, finally back on the podium. It was the perfect weekend for him, gaining control over the car and showing what he was made of. Being able to put himself on the podium with both Red Bulls causes you to beam up at him. Charles shoots you a wink, smirking at the thought of what the pair of you will get up to in celebration tonight. Slightly tipsy, the two of you giggle as you stumble through your hotel room door. Before you know it Charles is shirtless underneath you, panting as you scratch your nails down his chest, his wrists tied to the bed with his Ferrari neckties. He can't help but watch, his neck craning as you touch yourself. One hand down your panties as the other moves to palm his bulge. Your orgasm rolls through you, a moan of Charles' name leaving your lips as your back arches. You crawl over him, hovering over his thigh as you begin to use him for your pleasure. Your underwear discarded, you reach down, coating your fingers in your juices. Charles waits for you to run your fingers over his lips before opening his mouth wide, tongue out ready to taste you. He sucks your fingers dry, whining at the taste of you as you cum against his thigh. You use every inch of his body that night; his tongue, his fingers, his abs, his thighs. He's desperate to cum by the time you sink down on his length, begging you to just let him cum inside you. You take pity on him, grinding lightly and clenching your walls to drain his cock. He practically passes out when you're done, falling asleep against you as massage hand lotion into his reddened wrists.

Both of you breathe a sigh of relief by the time the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix rolls around. Counting down the days until you can say goodbye to the SF-23, the pair of you go out for dinner with some of the grid. George, Alex, Max, Daniel, Carlos, and their respective partners join you both. Laughter carries through the restaurant as George breaks out in a coughing fit from Alex telling ridiculous jokes. Charles' smile fills you with joy, grateful to see your boyfriend carefree for a change. He convinces the table to order dessert, ordering himself a tiramisu, claiming that it's one of the best he's had outside of Italy. He barely breathes as he shovels down the dessert, Carlos looking at him with a concerned expression. "Dios mio Charles, hungry are you?" He chuckles. Charles blushes lightly, nodding as you drops the spoon onto the plate. "Sorry, it's just really good." He laughs. You turn to face him, he has a small drop of cream on the corner of his lips. Without thinking you reach up, swiping your thumb against the corner of his mouth to collect the cream. On instinct Charles tilts his head, capturing your thumb in his mouth and sucking the cream off the tip with a hum. The pair of you freeze as everyone looks at you in shock. Lily and Carmen are giggling in the corner as George and Alex smirk. Max raises an eyebrow, as does Carlos, both smirking at you. Daniel is the first to speak, "That seemed a bit too natural for you there Charlie, do that often?" He laughs.

Charles blushes once more as a smile spreads across your face, your hand rests on his thigh squeezing lightly as you direct the topic of conversation elsewhere.

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l4nd0n0rr1s · 4 months

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the chapter of charles | CL16

SUMMARY: in which charles leclerc falls in love with y/n the booktuber PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!booktuber!reader AUTHOR'S NOTE: time for a little charles moment! LINKS: add yourself to my taglist here! REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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my next video is due to be posted tomorrow! swipe to the end to see a sneak peek of the books i've been reading to prepare myself to have this video's guest on 😉

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yourbestfriend hands down my favourite upload of the year

fan452 THEY'RE TO DO WITH F1? OHHHH SHIT

y/n'sbookmark my two worlds of f1 and y/n colliding oh my god

norrispapaya do u guys see charles in the likes????!!!

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a few of you managed to guess them, but this week i have formula 1 driver charles leclerc on the channel! i hope i've converted him into a bookworm ;) find the video link down below!

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charles_leclerc thank you for having me! it was a pleasure, who knew reading was actually fun!

⤷ yourusername reading has always been fun charlie.

⤷ lightleclerc THE NICKNAME?? OH THIS IS SERIOUS

norrisbabe they'd be a power couple, that's all i'm saying

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After his impressive win in Monza, Charles is seen blushing and getting shy after being asked about the YouTube video he appeared in with @yourusername

Leclerc was quoted saying "She's given me the reading bug, if I'm not driving then I'm reading, that's what gir- I mean friends do to you!"

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leclercbabe DID YOU GUYS HEAR THE LITTLE SLIP UP HE DID?

⤷ charlesmybae HE WAS 100% GOING TO SAY GIRLFRIEND ARE U KIDDING ME

fan434 he was so flustered bless him :(

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being a booktuber and having to travel is the worst. how am i meant to choose what books to take??

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fan394 TRAVELLING? TO WHERE?

⤷ leclercbabe IT WOULDN'T BE THE MONACO GP BY ANY CHANCE WOULD IT Y/N?

charles_leclerc just let me buy you a kindle and take that

⤷ yourusername how d a r e you even suggest i use that monstrosity of an invention. physical books for life.

⤷ lightleclerc HE'S OFFERING TO BUY HER A KINDLE????? OH HES SO WHIPPED

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C'est pour cela que je suis fier d'être monégasque. Avec un merci spécial à mon porte-bonheur. Forza Ferrari Siempre

carlossainz Proud of you!

leclerc_pascale Les mots ne peuvent pas décrire à quel point je suis fier de toi

fan395 PORTE-BONHEUR? LUCKY CHARM???? WHO OR WHAT IS THE LUCKY CHARM

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feeling lucky 🏎️

fan395 Y/N??? ARE U THE PORTE-BONHEUR?

charles_leclerc better than the book?

⤷ yourusername hmm.. debatable

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dayslynthesix · 6 months

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let the games begin | charles leclerc redbull!era x horner!reader

what would happen if charles signs a contract with redbull after the disastrous season 2023 was with ferrari? would it be unfair with himself to let go of his dream or would it be a jump of faith that those dreams could became real with the competition? this one is more like a platonic relashionship between charles and isabella (i got this very bad habit that i cannot write with s/n anymore)

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f1 Charles Leclerc made his Ferrari debut in 2018, racing alongside with the 4 times champion of the world, Sebastian Vettel, now, finishing his 5th year with the Scuderia and far from the results that he wanted, he leaves the team. Charles raced 100 races with Ferrari, won 5 times, including his historical winning in Monza, 2019 and 28 poles. Very good luck, Charles.

maxverstappen1 let's hope for no more inchidents, on the race

redbullracing welcome to the team, charlie!

izzyhaho now that's what I'm talking about. hey, charles, hope you like me, because you're about to hear my voice on your ear fot the next 24 races haha

user1 ok hold on mom it's happening, charles is moving to redbull

user2 it was worth nothing to be il predestinado on a failure as a team, welcome home, leclerc

user3 now im anxious to see how ferrari will perform next year

user4 hope the santander sponsor is worthy

user5 IMAGINE CHARLES DRIVING THAT ROCKET IM ON 9TH CLOUD

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charles_leclerc for 5 years this team and this car were my dream, i have won with ferrari and i have lost with them - many times, but i still had faith in the project, unfortunately, my dream was not enough to hold the love and the wishes i had with them. thank you all tifosi out there, for the indescribably suport and love you have showed me for the past years, it was my honour. my heart will always bleed ferrari red, but it is time to breath another air.

izzyhaho "another air" redbull air, competent team air, blue air, oversteering air, im about to faint, hold on

carlossainz55 best of luck, cabron!

landonorris well, i thought i would be the one who's gonna be max's teammate

redbullracing 💙💙

user6 you'll always be our man, Charlie

user7 i dont know if this is a dream or a nightmare

user18 nightmare was what was going on at ferrari

user8 lol it is actually happening

user9 will redbull do the multi 21 all over again or they will be free to fight?

user10 KICKING MY FEET NOW

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scuderiaferrari it is with a sad heart that we said goodbye to charles, it was amazing 5 years. il predestinado will forever be our maranello sun. thank you, charles. good luck on your next chapter.

charles_leclerc thank you so much!

izzyhaho your maranello sun is now our sun haha

user11 isabella is so chronically online that im dying to see her liked tweets tomorrow

user12 christian horner is right now opening his 56 thousands of dollas bootle of wine to drink a good glass of the most expensive wine ever because he got his dream driver line up

izzyhaho he is, in fact

maxverstappen1 he's been drinking a glass of wine per day since charles went for a "casual talk" with him

user13 wait, so this mean that max is not christian golden boy anymore?

maxverstappen1 you wish (im scared)

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redbullracing say hello to our new duo for the 2024 season, welcome home, charles, we are hoping to see you shine in navy blue. see you in march.

charles_leclerc thank you for the reception, i wasn't expecting the cake considering my birthday was a few weeks ago

maxverstappen1 why did you choose this photo, adm?

redbullracing mini boss who choose it

izzyhaho yes, i did, i thought it would be funny

user14 poor christian, if he thought his life was difficult with maxiel, now he have max, charles and his daughter around

izzyhaho oh he knows!

maxverstappen1 charles is still a little shy with the dinamics, but the prank week is on!

user15 im actually very happy with charles moving to redbull

user16 i wish i had good lawyers so i could say everything i want to say

user17 charles got a shitty car for 2 seasons and jumped the boat, never gonna be a world champion

izzyhaho at least he can drive a formula one car, something you could never 😜

user18 isabella was like "don't say shit about my new friend" and went for it

user19 so, we won on the lottery, i mean, charles is on a competitive team, have a nice car, have a nice race engineer and a team principal who looks for his best interests

user20 isabella is a race engineer?

izzyhaho noooo, im a physics student, but I'll work side by side with kai (charles engineer)

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izzyhaho ok, i was thinking about and ill give it a go: ask me questions about f1 and life and ill answer during my waiting time

user21 where are you going, iz?

izzyhaho I'm flying back to the uk, team meeting for the start of the season

user22 what exactly is your job at redbull?

izzyhaho i mean... almost everything? usually i stay with media duties, follow the drivers around, do the posts, stuff like that, but my thing is analyzing data and im the race engineers backup, i spend most part of the fp, qualy and race side by side with hannah

user23 who's your favorite driver?

izzyhaho jenson button, there's no other answer for it, but i really like lewis and seb

user24 where and what exactly is your degree?

izzyhaho im a physics student at the MIT, but im about to graduate early next year

maxverstappen1 what are your pets names?

izzyhaho very funny haha look how im laughing, but my dogs names are ascari, mirabel and mugham, 3 border collies

landonorris what happened in bali during the summer break?

izzyhaho you wish 🤭

user25 where do you live?

izzyhaho in boston, but after i graduate ill move back to europe, probably monaco or spain

user26 why do you spend so much time in brazil?

izzyhaho do i need a reason? lol, i like the country, the people, the culture, the food, the football... but most of it is just like, so i can feel close to senna, I've never saw him race, but my dad did, and i think he was amazing, especially as a person, so i like to feel close to the country and the people and the places who made him who he was, and i have friends there too

user27 fav sport?

izzyhaho tennis and volleyball, i love both and i have some very good friends who play booth

user28 how is like to work with your dad?

izzyhaho hey pops, do you want to answer this one? it is nice, we work along very well, we usually go for the same line of thinking when it comes to races and we have a very good relationship, and if max thinks he is my dad golden kid, he is absolutely right 😔

user29 did you never consider pursuing a driving career?

izzyhaho i did, for a while, i drove for formula 4 and formula 3 but then i realized that what i like is the theoretical part of business, but i hope to drive a f1 car at least once

user30 how is your relationship with charles?

izzyhaho 🤭🤭

user31 which are the drivers you are the closest with?

izzyhaho uhhhh... im very close with max, for obvious reasons, oscar and i are pretty friends as well, charles, zhou, lewis and george, but i got along with all of the grid

user32 what are you fav tswift songs, era and album?

izzyhaho AMAZING QUESTION! fav songs: seven, afterglow, all to well, lover and call it what you want. fav album: rep, obviously abd fav era: i love her red era

user33 expectations for the 2024 season?

izzyhaho win everything that we can possibly win

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redbullracing it's lights out and away we go for the 2024 formula one season. 1-2 for the bulls on bahrein and a great start of the season for charles, congratulations on p2, lets aim for first next one, congratulations to max for winning the opening race of the season. let's goooooooo (mini boss said we need to look more happy)

maxverstappen1 well done, team

charles_leclerc great work, let's go for saudi aiming all 44 points

izzyhaho amazing job, as the usual

scuderiaferrari congratulations, Charles!

user34 can we take a moment to appreciate how well the car married with charles? it was like watching the old times again

user35 verstappen and leclerc fighting for p1 all the race, redbull doing double stacks 2 times, no inchidents... we'll about to testify the most dominant season a team could everrrrr be

user36 the way thar charles left the car and immediately went for the team and the team was there to congratulate him

user37 this duo... let's hope it doesn't turn a britcedes 2.0

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redbullracing: jeddah, melbourne and suzuka front row lockout 🔒 congratulations on charles first pole and first victory for the team, well done! congrats to max for his second win of the season. see you soon shanghai.

maxverstappen1 let's do it again next week, can we?

charles_leclerc hey adm, could i please fire isabella from being my race engineer?

izzyhaho you are saying this now that you won 2 out of 4 races just because i got i little too happy and screamed for 3 laps on your ear?

maxverstappen1 she did it with me too

sebastianvettel i think she just didn't do it with me too because she wasn't at the paddock the first time i won, but the first world championship... i can still hear her

pierregasly lil charlie is all for the team

landonorris charles is like troy bolton

maxverstappen1 that would made me gabriella montez?

danielricciardo no.

izzyhaho max, delete this, daniel is about to storm into the facilities just to cry in front of you

charles_leclerc i don't want this blond as my gabriella montez

danielricciardo hey isabella, he's talking about you

user38 100% of victories for redbull so far... im scared

user39 the way that even though we know rbr is going to win the season is good because charles and max are fighting all the time

user40 we all knew that with a good car charlie would shine

user41 no more nightmares about a understeering car

user42 no one is going to talk how ferrari dnfed 2 races and only stayed on points on jeddah?

besthorneriz karma takes all my friends to the summit

redbullracing isabella, get out of your private account!

#formula 1 #charles leclerc #formula one imagine #formula one #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #ferrari #max verstappen #redbull era charles

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nyoomfruits · 13 days

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we have to wait TWO MONTHS for the wag au?????? sneak peak pls <3

FINE you drive a hard bargain

“See, but I think, if we can get the balance right on the rear wing, and then somehow find the grip, we should be fine, actually. Daniel said his car had much better grip already, compared to the last race, so clearly we just need to do what they did to his car but then more,” Lando says, waving his hands around as he speaks. “I mean, I don’t know if we can fix it between now and Quali tomorrow, but like, it’s a start, right?”

Oscar, who’s sitting across from him in a tiny little restaurant tucked away in a small Italian village near Monza, smiles softly at him. “Right, yeah. Or, you can just do whatever they did to Max’s car, and then you can start winning championships.”

“Oh haha,” Lando says, rolls his eyes, throws a bit of bread from the bread basket in front of them at him. Oscar laughs and catches it effortlessly. “You know what I mean. Like I don’t know what they did to Daniel’s car exactly, but the engineers do. I think. I hope.” Oscar’s clearly trying to hold back a laugh. Lando pouts at him. “Whatever. Hey, do you want to share a plate of spaghetti? We can like, Lady and the Tramp it.”

“I’m not Lady and the Tramp-ing a plate of spaghetti with you,” Oscar says, opening his own menu. “Besides, I was kind of feeling pizza?”

“Okay, so you hate me,” Lando says, nodding. “Cool. Wish you would’ve just told me. This is just cruel.”

Oscar rolls his eyes. “Jon’s not letting you have pizza, huh.”

Lando nods despairingly and lets his head flop down on the table. “Jon hates me, too.”

“Tell you what,” Oscar says. “If you promise me I won’t have to Lady and the Tramp your spaghetti with you, I’ll let you have a bite of pizza.”

Lando perks up. “Two bites.”

“One,” Oscar says. “Or Jon will hate me, too.”

“Hm, okay, so you care more about what Jon thinks of you than me, your loving and caring boyfriend.”

“Yes,” Oscar says, without hesitation. “Now, yes or no.”

“Fine,” Lando says, sighing dramatically. “One bite.”

[Blurry picture of Oscar in an Italian restaurant. He has a piece of spaghetti in his mouth that leads somewhere off camera, and the look on his face is a mix between exasperated and fond]

landonorris the lady to my tramp (plus he let me have THREE bites of pizza. a real keeper. don’t tell jon)

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danielricciardo telling jon as we speak

landonorris 🥺

norriswdc me and who

fastboys oh please they’re so cute😭

#landoscar #wag au #you love me (but you don't know it yet)

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dizzyduck44 · 8 months

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Right I went out drinking so missed everything this afternoon however

Andrea Stella go and get your driver and sit him down. Explain that a win isn’t everything. He thinks it is but it isn’t the end of the world.

Lando has brought more podiums to that team than anyone in the last 10 years. He has brought those home through an awful car. His points haul is responsible for their constructors position the last three years. The two races he could and should have won, a call from the pit wall stopped it. (Sadly the person who made the call to hold station in Monza is no longer even with the team). He has out performed the cars so many days when the team have let him down. He has learnt to lead the team, which isn’t just finishing higher, but building the team up when it goes wrong. Sprint races sadly don’t even classify as race wins. You need the Grand Prix win to have that honour. (Yes they are a mess I know. You get points for the Championship but the pole and wins don’t count officially. Someone have it out with the FIA).

There is no lack of talent.

Now step up for your driver. Tomorrow is another race day push the negativity away from him. Make him see that you know he can. Because a lack of talent doesn’t look like P3, or podiums in the last three races he’s raced in. God knows you are going to need him tomorrow because on the days that Oscar cooks his tyres or isn’t as quick, you need Lando to believe he can do it.

Yes Lando would have loved his rookie season to have a competitive car like Lewis or Oscar. They all would.

Pick him up. For your own sake.

Someone get his Dad on a plane. NOW!

He is an integral cog in the wheel and if you allow the media to pile on him he’s going to break and possible leave, taking all that knowledge with him.

We have sadly been here before with Lando, they know this happens. They also know he comes back stronger, so there is that for Mercedes’ and Ferrari to look forward to.

#lando norris #slightly drunk rant #is this a rant?

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harley-sunday · 1 year

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Feels Like Home [04]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3.1k

AN: Another update? Yes. My bestie needs some cheering up today, so eL, babe, this one’s for you! ♥

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“Dan?”

“Daniel?”

“Oi. Mate?”

“Fine, be a cunt and pretend not to hear me.”

Before Daniel has a chance to respond he’s hit in the back of his head with one of the juggling balls they used during one of their earlier exercises, “You absolute cunt.” Daniel turns around and raises his eyebrows at Michael, “The fuck did you do that for?”

“You weren’t listening,” Michael says with a shrug as if that explains the assault. And fine, maybe it does.

“I was a little distracted,” Daniel offers, rubbing the back of his head, thinking of feigning a concussion to get out of the remainder of his training session.

“You were off on another planet, mate,” Michael counters with a shake of his head. “What the hell is going on?”

He doesn’t like to lie to his best friend but he doesn’t want to tell him the real reason he’s distracted either, because if Michael finds out Daniel’s nervous about his dinner plans tomorrow he’ll never let him hear the end of it and Daniel’s not sure he’s up for that right now, and so he simply says, “I just hate that I still don’t know where I’m going to be next year, Mikey.”

Michael eyes him suspiciously, and for a moment Daniel’s worried he’ll get called out but then Michael does that thing he always does when he knows Daniel will tell him the truth eventually and says, “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to be distracted?”

“Whatever’s going to make you cut this workout short, mate,” Daniel counters with a cheeky grin.

Michael exaggerates a sigh and gives Daniel one of his death stares, “No.”

“Aren’t you supposed to watch out for my mental health too?” Daniel knows he’s pushing but Michael can take it. Or at least should be used to it by now. “I’m obviously in distress. And this workout ain’t helping.”

“That just earned you twenty push ups, mate,” Michael says with a wicked grin.

“You cunt,” Daniel whispers under his breath, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face because he’s still not fully recovered from the burpees Michael had him doing earlier.

“You want to cut this workout short-”

“Fuck yes.”

“-then tell me what’s really going on.” Michael looks at him with his arms crossed in front of his chest and that self-satisfied smile of his, because he knows whatever Daniel does - tell him the truth or finish the workout - it’s a win for Michael.

Daniel scoffs and shakes his head, because he’d rather do five more hours of bootcamp than tell Michael about her. He drops to his knees before he gets into position for his first pushup, “Twenty, you said?”

“I think I said thirty, mate,” Michael grins, squatting down in front of Daniel and throwing him a wink, “with a thirty-second plank after each tenth pushup.”

“I hate you.”

“Not enough to tell me the truth, apparently,” Michael counters. “So I’d say we’re still good.”

***

“Ok, so my number is on the pad next to the phone-”

“I have your number in my phone, why does she need your number?”

“-so if anything happens,” you continue, effectively ignoring your granddad, “just call, ok?”

“Will do,” Abby, Mrs Mackenzie’s sixteen-year old granddaughter, nods. Mrs Mackenzie was supposed to come over to watch Ellie and Granddad but she’s still not feeling too well and so she suggested you ask her granddaughter instead.

Daniel steps in then and hands Abby a twenty dollar note, “Here’s the down payment for tonight, Abigail. I’ll pay you the rest when we get back, ok? Wanna make sure you don’t burn down the house first-”

“Daniel-” You sigh and look at Abby, “Ignore him. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“What about my Lando autograph?” Abby counters with one eyebrow raised, looking at Daniel thoroughly unimpressed, the way only teenagers seem to be able to do.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you and turn to Daniel, “Yeah. What about her Lando autograph?”

Daniel looks at you as if you’re siding with the enemy but then pulls up his phone anyway, fingers flying over the screen as he types a message, “Yeah, yeah, I promise to get you that as soon as possible, ok?” He waves his phone around as if to prove to Abigail he’s working on it, “It’s not like I have a bunch of his autographed driver cards lying around somewhere.”

“A cap.”

“What?” Daniel looks up from his screen.

“I would like an autographed cap,” Abby replies. Then, because she isn’t stupid, “Please?”

Daniel stares at her for a second but seems to realise that if he denies her request there’s not even going to be a date tonight and so he gives in with a resigned, “Fine.”

“Fine,” Abigail echoes. Her smile reappears then, “Thank you so much, Mr Ricciardo.”

“Ouch,” you whisper under your breath, trying your hardest not to laugh even though you give Abby a wink.

Daniel looks too stunned to speak and keeps shaking his head in disbelief.

“Come on,” you gently push him in the direction of the front door, “let’s go.” You turn towards your Granddad then, who’s in his chair, watching the evening news, “Try to behave? Let Abby watch some TV once the news is finished, ok?”

Granddad huffs but then says something that sounds like, “You kids have fun,” and really, that’s a win as far as you’re concerned. You follow Daniel outside and can’t help but gasp when you see his car, “Oh Jesus.”

“What?”

“That seems awfully fancy,” you say while you admire the Porsche that looks completely out of place here on the farm.

“It’s sort of a date,” he counters with a grin and a shrug. “Of course it’s going to be fancy.”

A warm feeling spreads inside of you when you hear him say the word ‘date’ and if you weren’t feeling like a nervous schoolgirl before, spending way too much time on picking an outfit and doing your hair and makeup, you sure feel like one now and so you quickly try to compose yourself, “It looks beautiful.”

“Just like you.”

“Oh, very smooth Ricciardo,” you shake your head, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks because you were never good at taking compliments.

“What? It’s true. You look absolutely gorgeous,” he says as he opens the door for you.

“Thank you,” you tell him, accepting the compliment. You sit down, admiring the interior as Daniel rounds the car and gets inside.

“You ready?”

“Ready,” you reply with a smile that grows even wider when the car purrs to life and he accelerates down the driveway.

***

Daniel hasn’t told her where they’re going, wanting to keep it a surprise, and so when he stops at the gate to Darlington Estate about thirty minutes later she looks at him in disbelief and Daniel can’t help but smile at her.

“How- This is impossible to get into,” she says, shaking her head. “They have a waitlist that’s at least-”

“It helps when you know the owner,” he replies with a shrug, as if it’s no big deal. Except it was, because even though he does know the owner it took him quite some pleading and a promise of two VIP tickets to the Melbourne Grand Prix next year to get them a table for tonight.

When he pulls up in front of the entrance not much later he gets out and hands his keys to the valet, before he walks over to her side and opens the door, offering his hand to help her out of the car.

“Thank you,” she whispers, not letting go once she’s outside.

Daniel feels- There’s a fleeting thought that he can just about grasp before it disappears again, something about how if something as simple as holding her hand already feels this good, he can’t wait to find out what it will feel like when he finally gets to kiss her.

Inside they’re greeted by the Maître D’ who leads them to a private table in the back of the restaurant and when they sit down she looks around in wonder, “It’s beautiful here.”

He’s only got eyes for her though and so he hums in reply. Part of him wants to get to date over with, wants to take her home and see where the night takes them. The other part wants to stay in this moment forever. Before he has time to figure out what that means the waiter comes over and hands them their menus and he busies himself with that instead.

Once they’ve made their choice and the waiter comes by with a glass of white wine for her and water for him - he’s still in the middle of a season after all - his phone buzzes to let him know he’s got a new notification and the only reason he checks it is because she’s busy talking to the waiter about their wine selection. He can feel his eyes widen when he sees it’s a iCal invite from Blake for a meeting with Christian next Wednesday

“Everything ok?”

She sounds worried and so he quickly looks up at her and tries his best reassuring smile when he sees she’s biting her lip in anticipation, “Yeah, I uh-” he shakes his head, “I just got an invitation to a meeting that I’ve sort of been waiting for.” He hates not telling her the entire truth, but the waiter’s still hanging around their table and Daniel’s been sufficiently media trained that he knows strangers are not to be trusted.

The waiter seems to take this as his cue to leave though and so Daniel leans forward, because he feels, especially after the way she was so honest and open with him about Ellie’s dad, he owes her one. Just to be sure he leans in and keeps his voice low, “It’s a meeting with Red Bull.”

He doesn’t know how much she knows about Formula One, doesn’t know if she cares about his career or the sport in general but then he sees her eyebrows knit together and she whispers back, “That’s your old team, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

She does that thing then, that she sometimes does with Ellie as well, where she gives him two options, to make it easier for her to understand his thoughts, “And is this a good or a bad thing?”

He thinks about it for a while, thinks about the meeting he had with Christian and Helmut after the Dutch Grand Prix, where, when Christin had first mentioned the option of becoming third driver, it had felt more like a curse than a blessing to him. Now though, he’s not so sure.

He loves being a Formula One driver, really he does. Driving his car out on track is the best feeling in the world. Travelling the world and getting to see all these amazing places is a privilege he’s very aware only a few people get to have. And yet it still feels as if there’s something missing. He first noticed at Renault, when the team didn’t give him the car they promised him they would, but back then he ignored it and put it down to changing teams. When it only got worse at McLaren he thought maybe it wasn’t the sport that betrayed him. Maybe he betrayed himself.

Ever since the summer break there’s been a little voice in the back of his mind that tells him maybe it’s ok if he doesn’t get a seat in Formula One next year, maybe what he needs is some time away from it all, maybe that will help him find what he’s been looking for over the past four years, maybe what he’s been looking for has been right in front of him since-

“Daniel?”

Her voice interrupts his thoughts and when he finds her smiling at him with that kind smile she usually only reserves for Ellie he knows he zoned out for a minute. He shakes his head, “Sorry. I just-”

She seems to know something is bothering him because she leans forward and puts her hand on his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hasn’t really spoken to anyone about this, Michael and Blake think they’re still fighting for a seat, heck, even his parents think he’ll do whatever it takes to stay in the sport next year but somehow he finds himself nodding, “Yeah. I think I do.”

***

All throughout the starter and the main course he talks and you listen and when he tells you about his time at Renault and McLaren your heart aches for him when you hear how the sport he used to love so deeply has taken so much from him.

“So yeah,” Daniel says as he fiddles with the salt shaker, both your plates now sitting empty between you, “a second meeting with Christian sounds pretty good.” He lets out a shaky laugh then, “Unless he’s going to tell me he wants to retract his offer. That would suck.”

“Daniel-”

“It’s ok,” he quickly reassures you, his smile genuine this time and waving his hand around. “I’ve known Christian for a while now, if he didn’t want this to go through he would have called already, not set up another meeting.” He lets out a heavy sigh then, “I just- It feels like I’m about to settle. But it also feels like this might be a good thing, you know? I don’t know. I wish I had a clear answer.”

He hasn’t asked for your advice and even if he had you wouldn’t have told him what you think he should do. It doesn’t matter. It’s his choice. And part of you already think he’s made up his mind and so you tell him, “Listen to your heart. I think you’ll find the answer right there.”

***

Daniel smiles and looks down at where he’s turning the salt shaker between his hands, “Yeah.”

She’s right, of course she is, because he knows what he wants to do.

He wants to go home.

***

When the waiter comes by to ask if he can get them anything else, both of you shake your head and Daniel asks for the check instead. You watch as he pays, tipping generously, and when he gets up and holds out his hand for you to take you do so without hesitating.

It’s raining when you get outside, the wind having picked up a lot since this afternoon, the promise of a late winter storm hanging heavy in the air, and so you rush to the car, you with your purse over your head and Daniel pulling you from left to right as he tries to avoid the puddles that are scattered across the road. Your giggles and Daniel’s laugh filling the air around you long after you make it inside the car.

The drive back is quiet but never uncomfortably so, Daniel quietly singing along to the songs on the radio and you staring at the raindrops that slide down the window, tracing their path with your eyes and sometimes your finger. You’re a little lost in thoughts, wondering how things will go from here, wondering what it is you and Daniel are. Friends, for sure, but is this turning into something more even a possibility? He leaves for Singapore on Tuesday and he’ll be gone for almost two more months after that, so would this even work? Does he even like you like that? Do you even like him that way?

You don't want to dive into this head first, after all you've got Ellie to worry about. Ellie, who seems to be as smitten with Daniel as you are. Who you’ve never seen trust someone so wholeheartedly right from the get go. You’re not sure if she’s old enough to remember Daniel if- You shake your head, not wanting to get ahead of things. If anything you like to see where this goes, not just now but also after, when he comes back once the season is over. You just hope Daniel feels the same way.

All too soon Daniel turns onto your driveway and when he pulls up to the house not much later he immediately turns the engine off, a hesitant smile when he looks at you, “Don’t want to wake Ellie up.”

You smile at him, your heart about to burst out of your chest with how, even now, he thinks of Ellie, "Thank you."

"So uhm," Daniel starts, turning towards you in his seat. "My parents are hosting a barbecue on Sunday, 'cause it's the last time I'll be home for a while, you know? Anyway, I was wondering-" he looks away and fiddles with his keys before he clears his throat, "I was wondering if maybe you and Ellie would like to come. And Oscar, if he's up for it. I know it’s super short notice so-"

"Daniel," you start, not sure what you want to say next.

"It's only a few people," he quickly adds. "My sister and her husband and kids, Blake, Michael- It's just-" he smiles and shrugs, "I told my mom about helping out here and she really would like to meet you." Daniel looks at you expectantly, "It starts at noon, so you would be back in time to take care of the girls. And it won't be too late of a bedtime for Ellie either."

You can't help but smile, endeared by the way he seems to have thought of everything. And even though the idea of meeting his family seems a little daunting, you try to tell yourself that maybe it's only fair if you do - after all, he's already met the most important person in your life as well - and so you nod, "I'd like that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you agree easily enough. "Text me the address and we'll be there."

"Mint," Daniel replies with a grin.

"I should probably head inside," you nod towards the house. "I told Abby we'd be back before midnight." You wait for him to do something, thinking maybe he would take the lead and kiss you, but when he doesn't move you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek instead, "Thank you for tonight, Daniel. I had a great time."

"So did I." He taps the steering wheel a few times before he looks back at you, "We should do this again sometime."

The promise of another date unleashes a herd of butterflies into your stomach but you try to play it cool, "We should." You unbuckle your seatbelt then and step outside, leaning back in as he starts the car, "See you tomorrow?"

"Yes, ma'am," he says, tipping his imaginary hat. "At your service."

You laugh, "Bye."

***

Fuck. He should have just kissed her.

***

You watch as he drives away and let out a heavy sigh, quietly berating yourself for not kissing him.

#Daniel Ricciardo #F1 Fanfic #Daniel Ricciardo x reader #F1 imagine #DR3 #Harley Sunday x Daniel Ricciardo #Feels Like Home

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formula1fanfiction · 6 months

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Lando Norris / Daniel Ricciardo

Title: Champagne problems

Pairing: Lando Norris / Daniel Ricciardo

Characters: Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo

Prompt: At Monza, Ricciardo won the race with Mclaren 1-2 and they just celebrate it

"We did it Lando, a McLaren one two." Daniel says while pushing Lando back into his room, both are drunk and on a high from the win. They haven't been able to keep their hands off each other and finally they made it back to the room without anyone seeing them where they can finally celebrate for real.

"Where did you get that?" Lando eyes up the bottle of champagne in Daniel's hand. "I took it from the garage, I mean it is ours, right?" Lando giggles, the hotel room doesn't have glasses, so they end up drinking it out of a coffee mug. Somehow that makes it taste better.

"I was thinking I could drink the champagne off your body." Lando says nothing, just watches as Daniel rips off the comforter and places a pile of towels on the bed. Lando had never even noticed him getting. How drunk is he? He takes another sip of champagne the bubbles tickle his nose.

Daniel rips off his clothes like there's no tomorrow leaving them in a messy heap on the floor, then walks right over to Lando, until there's less than an inch between them. Daniel's naked body pressed against Daniel's very clothed one. "I think you should remove your clothes." Daniel purrs and licks the shell of his ear.

"You just can't wait to get me naked can you?" Lando takes a step back, still giggling. He pulls his orange hoddie and his t shirt off together, letting it join Daniel's pile. The rest of his clothes quickly follow, his embarrassingly hard cock curved against his stomach.

"I think you should lay down on the bed." Lando gives him a little smirk as he does as he's told. Daniel clearly likes what he sees. Lando lays on his elbows trying to look as seductive as he possibly can, as Daniel climbs up to join him, Champagne bottle clutched into his hand.

Daniel takes a swig out of the big bottle but instead of swallowing it he leans down and presses a kiss onto Lando's lips. The bubbles fizz and tickle as their tongues come together. Daniel pulls back, swallowing what's left in his mouth, watching Lando as he does the same.

"Ready for some more?" Lando only nods in response this time. His brain is far too gone to form any words right now. He just wants Daniel to kiss him again, touch him. Fuck him.

Daniel does it again, kissing Lando passionately through the champagne. Daniel poured much more this time and Lando struggles to keep it in his mouth, the champagne trickles down his body and onto his collar bones. Daniel wastes little time, moving from Lando's lips down to his collar bone, making sure he licks up every drop.

Daniel pours even more champagne over Lando's body, covering his throat, neck and chest in the sticky substance. Daniel moves quickly, licking the drops off his throat, then moves down to his neck, then eventually ending up back to Lando's collarbones where a small puddle has formed. Lando can't keep the guttural moans falling from this mouth.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Daniel smirks as he takes another drink from the bottle and kissing Lando again, sharing it with him. Lando is gone, his cock is screaming for attention from the torture Daniel is inflicting upon him.

Daniel pours more champagne, it seems to be a never ending supply. He just wants Daniel to touch him properly. Lando gasps as Daniel's mouth closes around his nipple, making his back arch off the bed as Daniel plays with the other one. This is better, but still not enough.

"What's wrong Lando? Is this not enough for you? Little whore." Daniel laughs loudly and by the time Lando can think of something witty to say back his thoughts are rudely disturbed by Daniel pouring the remainder of the bottle over his cock.

Daniel bends his neck and takes Lando's cock into his mouth, licking up every single drop of champagne. Lando's eyes roll into the back his head as Daniel starts to bob up and down on his member.

Lando grips tightly onto the bed sheets when he feels a wet finger pressing against his entrance. Daniel gives suckling at the head of his cock, giving him as much pleasure as possible as he lets the first finger slip inside. It's not as easy without the slippery aid of lube but the champagne does a good enough job. Lando is torn between bucking up into Daniel's mouth or grinding down onto his fingers.

It's easy to make Lando fall apart and Daniel loves him for it. Daniel turns his attention back to deep throating Lando's cock and let's a second finger join the first on. It slips inside easily despite everything. Daniel eventually works his way up to four fingers and has them easily slamming in and out of the younger man, driving him crazy.

"Just fuck me already Daniel." His voice is rough and scratchy from trying to hold himself. Daniel smirks, giving him a quick rub at his prostate before letting his fingers slip out.

"I think the race winner gets to set the pace don't you Lando?" Daniel tries to keep the smile off his face as he wraps Lando's legs around his waist. Lando just glares at him but soon switches it one of anticipation when he feels the head of Daniel's cock press against his sticky entrance.

Daniel sinks inside slowly, he's not sure how tight Lando is going to be with only the champagne as lube. It turns out the champagne is more than enough and Daniel easily slides inside balls deep, causing them both to cry out in pleasure. Daniel stalls for a few seconds just to give Lando the time he needs to adjust. "Stop fucking around Daniel and fuck me already." Daniel laughs. "Whore, you didn't even need lube." Lando just glares at him as he starts to move

Daniel stars moving slowly, only pulling about half way out before sliding back into him again. "Daniel are you making love to me or fucking me?" Daniel laughs and keeps up his tortuous slow movement's to be a tease more than anything.

"I'm not your girlfriend Daniel, fuck me like you mean it." That's what it takes to finally get Daniel to move properly, he pulls all the way out, only to slam back inside of him again, soon building up to a fast, steady rhythm. Lando can finally let go and start enjoying himself, getting fucked just how he likes it.

Lando's moans spur Daniel even more making him speed up and slam into him with a blistering speed, making Lando's head spin in pure ecstasy. Daniel's movements are so hard it makes the bed slam into the wall. Neither of them care whoever the poor driver next door is.

Daniel reaches between them and takes Lando's angry red cock into his hand and starts to stroke him with the same pace as his thrusts, angling his cock slightly to hit that bundle of nerves inside Lando. He starts to lose it all too soon with the constant slamming into his prostate and the talented movement of Daniel's hand. Lando arches his hips high off the bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he reaches the height of his orgasm and paints Daniel's hand white. It might be the champagne talking but that's the most intense orgasm of his life.

"So close, so close." Daniel slams into Lando with all his might as he chases his own orgasm, scratching at Lando's hip bones as he slams into one last time before his balls tense up and he's spilling his load inside of Lando.

"I'm so tired." Lando starfishes on the bed, letting his eyes fall shut. Only to have Daniel rudly poke him in the chest.

"Come on, we need to shower off all this champagne." Lando opens one eye and watches Daniel disappear into the bathroom. Lando closes his eyes again, ignoring him.

"Come on Lando, there might be a round two in it." And that's all it takes for Lando to run after him.

#daniel ricciardo #lando norris #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut

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ehcahache · 9 months

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A: … that is the Spaniard’s manager. Carlos, feeling goosebumps still, no?

C: Buah, incredible. Imagine, here in Monza where everything multiplies x1000, making pole, is… Fuck, is that, goosebumps, as you say.

A: And you were telling me that it hasn’t been the perfect lap, that it’s been an incredible second sector you told.

C: He’s done… The 1st sector was not perfect, the 2nd sector was absolutely terrific. He does both Lesmos very fast, specially the second one. And then in the 3rd sector, he is gone mad in Ascari and then Parabolica wasn’t perfect but he had done Ascari so well that it was enough.

A: You’ve been with him all these days, did you sense something special? Carlos felt comfortable here and more after yesterday, did he know?

C: He, since Zandvoort finished… On Monday he was only thinking “Monza, Monza, Monza” Talking about Monza. Engineers, calls, he always told me that Monza was going to be different, that it’s another circuit, another configuration, another rear wing and more. So, after he finished Zandvoort’s race, he has been thinking about this. They have prepared it thoroughly, eh… And well, here, with all the support from the people, it’s something so unique, and the extra concentration he is always here, you tell me. Achieving this here, well. But it’s not done yet eh.

A: That's what I was going to tell you, now the second round, tomorrow. Who is stopping Verstappen?

C: Well, let’s see, they have more downforce, which means they are faster in turns, but in the straights, with our configuration we are faster. It’s going to be very tight. Honestly, in race simulation we have similar pace, so may the best win.

A: Congratulations, don’t celebrate too much because you have to be ready for tomorrow.

C: No! We don’t celebrate anything on Saturdays! The points are given on Sundays and even if the photo is pretty the important thing is to be up there in the podium, preferably on the taller step.

A: Well said, congrats.

C: Thanks.

Spanish:

A: ... que es el manager del piloto español. ¿Carlos, piel de gallina aún supongo, no?

C: Buah, increible. Imagínate, aquí en Monza que todo se multiplica por mil, ponerlo en la pole, macho es... Joder, pues eso, piel de gallina, como dices tú.

A: Y me decías que aún no ha sido la vuelta perfecta, que ha sido increíble el segundo sector decías.

C: Ha hecho... El sector 1 no ha sido perfecto, el sector 2 lo ha bordado. Las dos Lesmos las hace muy rápido, sobre todo la segunda, y luego en el sector 3, Ascari se ha tirado a cabreo y luego en Parabolica no ha sido perfecta pero bueno, había hecho Ascari tan bien que con eso vale.

A: Tú que has compartido todos estos días con él, ¿notabas algo especial? Que Carlos aquí se sentía cómodo y más después de lo de ayer, ¿lo sabía? ¿lo tenía?

C: Él, desde que terminó Zandvoort, el lunes ya estaba solo “Monza, Monza, Monza”. Hablando de Monza. Ingenieros, llamadas, a mí siempre me decía que Monza iba a ser distinto, que es otro circuito, otra configuración, otro ala y tal. Entonces, él, desde que terminó la carrera de Zandvoort, ya ha estado pensando en esto, la han preparado a conciencia, eh... y bueno, es que aquí, encima con el apoyo de la gente, que es algo único y con la concentración extra que trae aquí siempre, pues imaginate. Ahora conseguir esto, pues bueno. Pero bueno, no está hecho, eh.

A: Ah, es lo que te quería decir, ahora viene lo... el segundo asalto, mañana. ¿Quién frena a Verstappen?

C: Bueno, a ver, ellos llevan más carga, con lo qual van un poco más rápido en curva, pero en las rectas, con la configuración que llevamos nosotros vamos más rápido, con lo cual va a estar ahí ahí. La verdad es que en simulación de carrera íbamos bastante a la par, entonces pues bueno, será una carrera, yo creo que a cara de perro y a que gane el mejor.

A: Felicidades, a celebrarlo poquito porque hay que dejar algo para mañana.

C: Que va, aquí los sábados no se celebra nada. Que no reparten puntos y la foto es muy bonita pero lo que cuenta es subirse al podium mañana y si puede ser en lo más alto.

A: Sí señor, felicidades.

C: Gracias.

#carlos sainz jr #caco #carlos aroño #albert fabrega #monza gp 2023

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pxperplxnets · 2 years

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code red

promt credit to @liablueheart on wattpad!!!

summary: kimis friends developed a system to give him time to tell amelie about his feelings.

pairing: kimi antonelli x amelie leclerc.

kimi and amelie character descriptions

word count: 897

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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amelie was calmly walking through the surroundings of the monza track after a very good qualifying session for kimi when she felt someone grab her arm lightly. it was one of the drivers, though she couldn't quite place who.

“hello?” she asked, frowning as to why he felt he had the right to grab her “hi, my name is arias” he smiled, letting go of her arm “amelie” she gave a small smile back out of politeness “you're very pretty, amelie” arias said in a flirtatious tone “thanks, that's very nice” he nodded before talking again “uhm, i was wondering if you'd like to go out with me later, hopefully cheer for me when i win tomorrow” just as she was about to answer him with an obvious no, she heard a familiar voice scream.

“code red! code red! everyone, code red!” kirill’s words made her forrow her eyebrows and made arias look back with confusion.

just as the russian stopped screaming and arias turned back to face amelie, she felt a pair of armas grab her before throwing her over their shoulder and start running towards the opposite direction.

what?

she was not scared, as she could see the race suit and knew it was one of the prema guys, but she was very very confused.

“where is he?” she recognized that voice, it was conrad who had thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “where is who? hello?” her questions were ignored, as conrad just kept running, looking for someone.

after what felt like years of being on conrads shoulder, he finally stopped, walking slower towards something or someone she could not see “conrad? what are you- is that amelie?” kimi’s voice filled her ears. it sounded almost as music, like always.

“yes, code red” conrad was so out of breath he could barely speak “phew! that was a close one, man” amelie was still extremely confused “connie? can you put me down or are you going to run some more? your shoulder is weirdly pointy” her ribs had started hurting from the position “oh yeah, sorry. okay, i'll be going now” he put her down, and just as fast as he came, he walked away.

“what just happened?” she asked kimi, who weaved a hand through his hair, looking stressed.

if amelie wasn't so confused about what had just happened, she could have stopped and stared at how handsome the boy looked after the race. his hair was messier than normal and his face was slightly flushed. and of course, the unzipped race suit hanging low from his waist that normally made amelie die.

“the guys are stupid” he shighed “what’s code red? and why was i carried to you?” she didn't sound mad, which made kimi feel a little bit better. “umh, the guys invented code red as a way to give me time” he wasn't looking at her as he explained “time for what?” she was even more confused now “to tell you that i like you, that's why they dragged you away. i suppose someone was flirting with you or something, sorry”

amelie had no words except “you like me?” it was mostly a whisper, but it was there “yeah, enough for my friends to literally drag you away from other guys, at least” he looked embarrassed, almost sad.

“i was about to tell him i was only here for you.” that made him look at her almost instantly “really?” amelie almost died of a cuteness overload at his face “really.” the girl assured “oh” he looked perplexed, which made her giggle slightly.

she took his head in her hands, carressing his cheeks softly.

“i'll be there tomorrow, cheering for you when you win” she smiled “you don't know if i’ll win” a smile made its way onto his lips “well, if you don't, i'm going to have to cheer for arias instead” she pouted, trying not to laugh at his horrfied face.

they were both aware that she was joking, every time he didn't win, she was right by his side to reassure him. “im winning.”

kimi was proven to be a man of his word as he won p1 on the race.

amelie was the first person he went to after hopping off of his car, hugging her tightly. she separated from the hug, surprising everyone around them when she left a kiss on his helmet, where his mouth should be.

after the podium ceremony, both teenagers walked side by side, laughing and celebrating together.

well, that until arias aproached them once again. he congratulated kimi before directing his attention towards amelie.

“so, i didnt get an answer about the date?” he looked hopeful at the girl, and it made kimi incredibly uncomfortable and a tiny bit jealous.

kimi’s eyes widened as she interlaced her fingers with his, bringing their joint hands in front of arias’ face.

“i came here with kimi, im sorry, but not really” she rejected him, mumbling her last words. “that’s okay, congrats again mate... for everything” the kiwi said, signing at the trophy in kimi’s hand and at the girl at the same time before smiling at them and walking off.

“he took it quite well” the girl said “as he should” he answered before resuming their walk, leaving a small kiss on her hand and not letting go of it.

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author’s note:

we love a guy that knows how to handle rejection like arias. also idk how to feel about this.

#kimi antonelli #kimiantonellioneshot #f4 #f4oneshot #prema racing #prema #premaoneshot #kimiantonellixoc #amelie leclerc #amelie marie elizabeth leclerc #premaracingoneshots #pxperplxnets

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even if he denies it charles is deffo superstitious sooo maybe him testing out a no-sex 24 hours before a race and it “working” but you try to break him every time

Challenge accepted 😈

“No, baby,” Charles hums as your hands moved up his chest, down to his abdomen and teasing the edge of his underwear.

“But we still have time,” you groan, moving a leg up his hip and eventually straddling him.

“Oh, is this like last week?” You ask, when he had a 24 hours before a race no sex superstition that apparently got him that P3 in Zandvoort.

“Sorry, my love,” Charles says, his hands around your waist to pull you off of him. He kisses your cheek before he gets out of bed.

You sulk as you lay back on the pillows, watching your god-like boyfriend heading to the shower.

So now, you make it your job to make it as hard for him as possible.

You get up to get dressed to, finding the red sundress he loves so much, because it was Ferrari’s colour and because he railed you in this dress so many times on his yacht this summer.

Charles notices, and dear, do the memories flash through his mind, but he ignores it.

He has to focus on quali today and the race tomorrow.

But you make his life as hard as you can while entering the paddock.

Flirting with Pierre on purpose in front of him.

Greeting the Ferrari VIP guests a little too friendly.

Not kissing him on his lips, but just beside and telling him you want him to focus.

Giving him the sex eyes all day.

But Charles is strong and he manages to resist all day.

However he never expected to see you spread out on the bed as your own fingers please you.

He instantly gets hard when he sees your fingers pushing in and out of your wet pussy, but he turns around to get a cold shower.

It’s clear that he’s frustrated, and he can barely look you in the eye the next day, wishing you’d not touch him because he’d get a boner right away.

So after he wins Monza (not jinxing it not jinxing it not jinxing it)

He fucking tears you apart.

Like it’s the kind of sex you had never experienced with him before, because it’s a mixture of pend up frustration, anger you tried to break him, and relief of winning the race all together.

Let’s say you saw the sunrise in the morning

#cl

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I was certain Carlos would be in front, all week end Charles was slower on quali sims but better on race pace. He has a different set up.

I’m sorry for Ferrari fans, but I’m à Charles fans before Ferrari and I’m a bit disappointed. But he had great runs, and a great lap with no slipstream. So it’s all good.

Again sorry for Ferrari fans but if a win is possible I do not want it to be for Carlos here. But with Charles luck, the only non RB win could go to Carlos in Monza 🥲 great for the team but Carlos already has a bad ego and bad teamwork we don’t need more.

Anyway I almost hope Max is faster soon tomorrow and maybe Charles could chase him with his set up. But again would ferrari let Charles try and risk a crying Carlos (because with pole he should be favored tomorrow in strategy and we know how he doesn’t follow orders even if they have talked about it before) ? We’ll see tomorrow maybe Charles won’t be much faster even with his set up choices.

No that’s very fair, I think in general a lot of people feel that way!

You nailed it; we know how Carlos usually is when it comes to team orders and generally playing games, how much Charles/Ferrari lost out on before with all the dawdling and bargaining. But now, with a potential Monza win on the line… oh I’m prepared for Ferrari to be Messy 😭

Like, given the chance, of course you’d want to be immortalised as a Monza winner while driving for Ferrari… even if the rest of your career in red has been wholly unremarkable.

The general trend is definitely that Max has atomic race pace so he’ll likely just sail into the lead and stay there. But knowing Charles’s luck, any misfortune Max may have may benefit Carlos more than him.

Charles generally has superior race pace, and with all the pressure of starting at the front and trying to impress the home crowd, it’s not unimaginable that Carlos might stumble here or there (Silverstone 22)

From what I’ve seen people expect the meat of the fight to be between Max and Charles, but momentum is on Carlos’s side as Charles didn’t really gel with the car so far this weekend. I wonder if they’d be allowed to fight for the lead if it came down to it…

Anyway, we’ll see how it pans out, hoping for a good race for Charles, especially after the very meh weekend at Zandvoort.

#replies #anonymous #discussions and predictions #also apologies about the relative inactivity #it’s so hard to keep track of everything going on when you’re on holidays and constantly out and about with questionable mobile data #i hope i can catch the race in some reasonable fashion djdjdjd #but also i genuinely can’t begin to entertain the idea of carlos w-word in monza when seb never won as a ferrari driver …. 🙃

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dear gods of monza we tifosi pray you, you have been so unkind towards maks in these past years and this was incredible, we summon you and your supreme powers, please be cruel to him and his team tomorrow as well, we are all on our knees begging, please let charles win this race🕯🕯🕯

#monza gp 2022 #charles leclerc

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dayslynthesix · 2 years

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im kinda of obsessed with summer charles and if you put together summer charles + reputation era charles version thats what i think it would turn

an: as the usual this is merely fictional and does not represents any compromise with real life, in this one let's pretend that ferrari didn't fucked things up again and again, and its based on the 2022 season as well; im considering that charles won in monaco and in silverstone, and isabella won in canada, and in this ideal universe named my mind, the championship would be verstappen with 251 points and leclerc with 199

charles leclerc x ferrari!driver

prompt: isabella manzucci got the ferrari seat in the 2022 season, she got a feeling about that season and after keep an eye on charles leclerc she thought she could help him be a world champion that year, what neither of them were expecting was the media going around with rumors about the relationship you two had

Visions | Charles Leclerc imagine

Silverstone was always meaningful to Isabella, after Monza, her home race, it was her favourite race of the calendar. She had plenty victories around that track with karting and formula two. Now that she was sitting in a Ferrari car she wanted to keep the good memories around.

The 2022 season was pretty competitive, and when she accepted the seat in Ferrari she knew she would be the second driver, and when someone give her a job, she'll do her best, and her job was help the team make Charles Leclerc world champion.

After Charles won his home GP thanks to her, they became closer than they already were. She was able to defend her position and hold the red bull car behind her and prevent both of them to go after Charles. That's was why they chose her to the seat, they saw the way she defended positions back in formula two and how aggressive she could be doing that, and it was not like she couldn't win, she could and she did win, and despite the fact that her main goal was to be a world champion, it wasn't happening this year, so Isabella was there to be the guardian of Charles positions, it doesn't matter where he was, she was always behind, and when she was ahead he was doing the same thing for her.

Things weren't different during the British GP, she got the pole position because Charles commited a mistake, and after qualy she went straight to her racing engineer and no one could ever expect the words that came out of her mouth.

"If anything happens tomorrow and Charles is faster than me you need to let me know, the gap is pretty tight and if it wasn't for his mistake on the last curve he would start from pole."

"Ok, I'll let you know, and what you're gonna do?" your engineer was your engineer since the formula two days, he knew you better than asking

"We'll switch, I'm here to defend and he is the fastest driver, I don't want to beat him, I'm his teammate and teammates help each other's."

Isabella wasn't deliver the position to him, if there was any chance for her to win she would chase that, but that sunday was not her sunday, she won in Canada and she would win again, but it wasn't that day, and she was ok with that. Her engineer didn't have to say a word, she was seeing by her mirrors the pace Charles was, he was insane. When he got closer to her, she let him use the vacuum of her car and overtake, and that was how her fight with one of red bulls car started. She turned on the radio button:

"Which one is this one?"

"Perez." her engineer answered to her immediately

"My tires are good, are they good on data too?"

"Yes, they are."

"Where is Verstappen? I don't want any surprises."

"P7, Isabella, he is in P7." Matt answered you one more time before he said "You are free to push." the garage knew that "push" means "defend that position like your life depends on that" and that was exactly what she did.

She didn't let one minute of fresh air to the car behind her, her biggest driving skills were not being hard to overtake, it was that she feels joy everytime she had ti defend her position, and if by that she made a living hell for the drivers behind her, it was fine. The red bull tried to overtake her in some pretty dirty ways, but the spell always turned against to the warlock and the time he thought he would overtake her, by pushing her off the track, she take her car away and Hamilton overtook Perez because he lost the breaks for seconds, he was now in P3, and defend against the seven time world champion was a challenge she was up for it. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have to do much, the F1-75 was faster than the W-13, she just needed to keep the pace and manage her tires, which she did.

And once again it was a 1-2 to the Scuderia.

"Ok, Isabella, that is a P2, P2. Well done." your engineer said on the radio and before you could thank him your boss was speaking to you

"Isabella, lavoro da futura campionessa qui, complimenti, hai fatto benissimo, grande Isabella" Isabella, work of a future champion here, well done, you did amazing, grande Isabella

"Grazie Mattia, grazie! Ritmo fantastico oggi, bravi ragazzi." Thank you Mattia, pace was incredible today, well done guys "Yessss boy, super proud of us today, is celebration day." you said on the radio before leading your car to the 2 spot.

The narrators went wild with that.

"Charles Leclerc didn't take pole yesterday, but in fact he win today. Charles Leclerc is the winner of the 2022 British GP. Isabella Manzucci comes home to make a 1-2 to the Scuderia, today is celebration day in Maranello."

Isabella got out of your car and went straight to her team, Charles was already there, and before she could reach her people he interdicted her for a huge hug, you high fived each other before she could definitely jump in the arms of her engineers.

You got weighted and removed your helmet and balaclava, letting go the pair of braids you have, the green already fading between your not so blond hair anymore. The reporters were already there to the post race interview, but before you could reach them, you went to congratulate Lewis, amazing race he did today, champion material.

"The move you put out there with Perez... girl, that was insane, and congratulations on P2, you know you deserve more, but amazing race." Lewis said and hugged you too

"Beat him on his own game, he would have pushed me out if track if I didn't take my car away." you let go the second part because you knew you deserved more, but not this year.

The interviews were the same as the usual, until one of the reporters brought up you letting Charles overtake you without a fight.

"Yeah, you know, I'm not the one fighting for the championship, even though all the people says he is my number one rival I don't see that way, Charles was faster than me today, he was pushing his car more than I was, I wasn't put a fight for position knowing it would jeopardize not just my race, but his too, and at the end we got a 1-2, so I am super happy." the interview didn't last long after that.

When you joined formula one they were expecting a volatile woman, because that was all they think about woman in motorsport, they don't think you can play by their rules, they were expecting someone to cross answered interviews and would put up a show when things didn't go as planned. And that proved that they didn't watch your formula two championship, you won that one on merit, obviously, but you bended the circumstances to you, not the other way around.

"Are you and Charles on a secret relationship?" was the last question, you let go a loud laugh

"Yeah, sure, we're getting married tomorrow in Las Vegas. No guys, Charles and I we are friends and teammates, thats all." and with that you could finally go back to Ferrari hospitality. Charles was waiting for you in front of you small break room.

"You let me pass. Why?" something about Charles you started to like was the way he was direct to you

"You didn't got pole yesterday because of your mistake, if you had gotten that pole you would have won. You were faster than me. You are the one fighting for the championship. You deserved to win, I just did what I was hired to do: help you win, and I gladly did that."

"I don't want to win because you let me win, Isabella. I want to win in a clean way." he let go a heavy breath

"You were faster than me, Charles, if I have put a fight for the position I would have loose it. And could have ended pretty bad for us both, I'm not fighting with you, I'm fighting for you. I don't want to win because I want to prove people I can beat you, I know I can, we are driving equal cars. You and I... we got that talent, Ferrari wouldn't have picked us if we didn't. I'm fighting for you, for you to be champion. You win this year and nex year we can actually compete against each other." you answered honestly, there was no reason for you to lie to him and try to say you didn't let him pass

"Ok, but I am definitely not waiting until next year, you have the potential to win, use that, fight harder, Isabella, don't make it easy for me just because it is the safest way, let them see the incredible driver you are." Charles said back to you and gave you a temple kiss.

If there was a narrator voice on that moment, the narrator would be all over the butterflies flying in Charles chest, from day one that Isabella arrived in the factory to try the simulator he saw something about her. And during those last months he grew a feeling for her that outcome to be more than just admiration and friendship. Charles Leclerc fell firts, that was obvious, but Isabella was about to fell harder, and that couldn't happen, the media was already over their heads thinking about a relationship between drivers and the rumors about how she got that seat was all over the news.

Isabella changed her race suit to something more comfortable and skipped celebrations, leading straight to the person she trusted the most inside formula one, he, the man, the machine: Sebastian Vettel. Funny story, she became a testing driver for Ferrari in 2019, the hours she spent on simulator was side by side with the world champion, and despite the age difference, they built an amazing friendship. Every time she doubted about herself he was there to give her a comfort word, when she did the seat test he was there to show the new buttons to her, Seb was one of the most amazing person she knew and she was happy to call him a friend, and a father figure. The media joked about how Seb got two new kids, her and Mick, because he was indeed a father figure to both if them.

It wasn't hard to find him, he was inside the Aston Martin garage, talking with his team. One of them recognized her and waved at her, Seb turned to see the girl and made a 10 minutes with his hands, and she waited, when he left the garage the exactly 10 minutes latter he already knew something was wrong. So when they take their seats in some fast food restaurant the first thing he asked was:

"What is it, kid?"

"I'm thinking, about the season, and the championship, and everything... Lewis said to me that I deserve better, Charles came with a whole speech about me showing the world the amazing driver I am and bla bla bla. I know that, you know? I know I can win, but Im afraid." Isabella let it all go

"Afraid of what, Izzy Bizzy?" you loved the nickname, always take a smile away from you

"I know I can win, I won in Canada, but what if I can't win? If the team clear me to go for it, what if I push too hard, or lose control, or collide with other driver? What if all I am is a second driver?"

"Isabella..." Sebastian knew how hard you could be on yourself, everyone inside the garage knew that "you know what I am about to say, don't be too hard on yourself. You can win, I know you can, and how can you doubt about your potential, you helped your teammate to be champion in formula two and the next year you were champion, Ferrari choose you to be the testing driver you were barely 20, you got that seat because you are good. I know after the awful season last year they want to win, that's why they promoted you so earlier. And it is a lot, a lot if pressure, a lot of expectations, a lot of fear... and that's ok, i know you hate to fail, and that's why you are gladly on the average, but next year you gonna have to be bigger than the average, you gonna have to let it float the champion material, don't treat yourself so poorly."

"Yeah, you are right, you always are. But what if when the time comes I'll panic?"

"You got a formula one seat at Ferrari in your first year, you barely commited any mistake, you adjusted with the car, you don't panic, Izzy Bizzy, not after a bad race, not with the pressure, you will not panic." Seb always had a way to calm you down, it was like talk with your dad.

You spent the night talking and sharing the french fries, when you were back in the hotel Seb said one thing that glued on your mind.

"Don't let Charles settle, you need to put a challenge for him the way he put a challenge for you, you are the best duo on the grid, you're pushing each other and that's good, if you settle you lost the wanting thing, if Charles said to you to don't make it easier for him, don't."

"Thank you, ZebSeb, always a pleasure to talk to you and you wisdom." you hugged him and went to your room, next race would be here before you could see.

You hated Austria, the red bull ring and the orange fog always got you on a terrible mood, put that together with the fact your car exploded and you got what is like the worst race of the year so far. But Charles won, which it was great. He did the most beautiful race of his season so far, the overtakes he pulled out with Verstappen was chef kiss, and he was looking so happy on that podium, so glad with himself that even your DNF could make you unhappy.

After Charles got out of the podium you were walking around holding his trophy, you made all the interviews together and considering you were always glued with one out the trinity drivers which was Hamilton, Riccardo and Vettel, see you with your teammate wasn't big of a surprise.

Charles got a question about your DNF.

"Yeah, unfortunately for us, the race is a little bit more difficult than the usual, we have to push the car to the limit, but I'm happy Isabella is ok, next week it's gonna be better." he answered and tried to give you a wink, the reporter laughed and ask you the same thing

"Definitely, I wasn't expecting the car to explode with me, but those kinda of things happen. We are definitely facing the back of the grid in France but as long as the car performs well we're good." it was your turn to give Charles a wink, a true wink, the reporters around were pretty entertained with the wink competition.

"Isabella, one last question, why are you walking around with Charles trophy like it was a baby?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you? It's my birthday gift." you tried to give the best look you could and you lose it when you saw the panic look in Charles face

"Thats a lie. She stole the trophy from me and walked away, ans your birthday was ten days ago."

"I didn't steal it, you delivered to me, if I walked away or not it doesn't matter because you delivered the trophy in my hands!" both of you were close to being prohibited to do interviews together, they already separated you and Daniel because you couldn't focused on the questions and each 4 words that came out if your mouth you got 10 minutes laughing about something Daniel said and vice versa.

List of people Isabella was forbidden to do interviews with:

1) Daniel Riccardo

2) Danny Ric

3) DR3

The reporters loved the dynamic you had with Charles and those little arguments, thank God the interviews were already over and you decided to pull out a prank with Charles.

You got ready before him and once he went to talk to his engineers you entered silently on his room and put the trophy inside your bag and leave it. You got into your car and but the seatbelt on the trophy, taking a picture just for the record and waited.

A couple of hours later, Charles posted a storie saying he lost his trophy with a sad face on it. You spent half an hour laughing about it, because that could 100% happen to him. The next day you went for a ride in Monaco with his trophy on the car, you posted the picture with a "found this one last night, I loved it" and immediate Charles replied with "I KNEW IT!", the formula one page loved that and made a post about it, you pass trough Charles apartment and give it back his trophy, both of you chatted for a while, but you were coming home for the week, so you would see each other just during the French GP.

If the Austrian GP didn't went great for you, the French one started amazing for Charles, even though you could start from the back of the grid, during qualy you went until the Q3 to help Charles to get the pole. The start of the race was great, everything was going well, until Charles slipped and went to the barriers.

You and Charles were pretty similar in a couple of things, both of you deeply hate to commit mistakes, that got stuck in your head and it was difficult to let it go, specially mistakes that were committed by ourselves and alone.

"Is he ok?" you asked on radio

"Yes, already out of the car."

"Ok, thank you."

"Get ready to box if there is a safety car."

"Ok." you waited to see if it would be a real one or virtual, when the radio opened again it was a "Isabella, box, box"

You pulled a risky maneuver on Perez that got you a 5 seconds penalty, you pay that and went back to the podium fight, but unfortunately, you didn't got there, the box and the penalty came in the wrong time and you couldn't push enough to the podium. And after the pattern post race you went to find Perez to apologize to him, he was talking to Max and when you got closer both of them were static, you didn't interact with the red bull drivers often, but you mom taught you better than being proud.

"Hey, guys, congrats Max, great race. And I'm sorry, Checo, should have paid more attention on that." you gave him a yellow smile, but he said it was ok, things like that happen, you didn't spent much time close to them, you went to your media duties and after that you went to find Charles, it was time for an intervention: tequila, croissant, marvel movies and Pierre Gasly. You and Gasly weren't exactly friends, but you got along pretty well, and everytime Charles was sad, frustrated or angry with a race, both of you were there, smiles on face and tequila bottles. This time wasn't different, the three of you sit on the floor and watch the avengers on the screen of your computer the whole night, the boys always commit the mistake to sleep first, which gives you the most amazing arsenal of pictures of them. You finished the first part of ultimate and sleept as well, there was still one more race before summer break.

And again, Hungary couldn't went worse. You have an amazing respect towards George, but unfortunately the W-13 wouldn't offer much of a challenge, or was what you thought, the team made the strategy based on overtake on first curve, but Russell escaped you and Charles. The strategy went down the hole, they put the hards on Charles and mediums on Isabella, the car was good but not great, everything felt out of place.

By the end of the race you weren't even trying to overtake anyone, you were just there trying to understand what just happened.

"Isabella, thats a P5, P5." your engineer said to you

"Yeah, thank you."

You and Charles went to interview together and when you were asked about what happened you were pretty honest:

"Dude, once I talk with the team I'll let you know, but the car wasn't great today, we struggled a bit on free practice so it's natural to struggle a bit today too."

"And what are you doing during summer break?"

"Me and my friends were going to a boat trip." that got you happy

"Lauren and Catherine?" you nodded, everyone knows you were really close to Priya's sisters* "What about you, Charles?"

"There is room for another one on that boat trip?" he chuckled.

"Im gonna talk to the girls, do a plebiscite, a vote and I'll call you back." you joked.

You answered another rounds of questions and finally went to your room, packing up and taking a ride with Charles on his private jet.

"The girls and I agreed to have you on board with us, if you like to." you said to him and for the first time in that day he smiled

"Yeah, I would love to." lucky Charles, Samuel would be there too, the girls and I we have a YouTube channel and summer break work pretty well for the vlogs and Samuel was the camera man. You were already thinking about all the pranks you would put on Charles.

Your phone lighted with a tweet notification. Charles had tweeted something.

Charles Leclerc

Thank God it's summer break, couldn't stand see Isabella's wings on my mirrors every Sunday

You replied with

Isabella Manzucci

Alexa, play visions, by Maroon5

Those would be amazing summer break days. And the news were already looking forward to the narrative of "hidden relationship between the Ferrari drivers" the news "Ferrari drivers enjoy summer break together" would be all over the media, but you knew deep down that you need to support each other, especially after the last two races.

ps: lauren and catherine are the characters from this one, lets consider both of stories happen in the same universe

#charles leclerc #formula one imagine #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc x ferrari driver #charles leclerc imagine #just charles and isabella being teammates #Spotify

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fossadeileonixv · 2 years

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Week 3 Whip Around

Matchday 3 is in the books. Here we go!

Once again in order of the current table. The number in parentheses represents league minutes by players 25 or younger.

NAPOLI (1160)After 2 flying wins came back down to Earth a bit in a draw against Fiorentina. Neither team could finish in what was a relatively exciting 0-0 draw. Draws against top half teams on the road aren’t going to kill you though. Kvaratskhelia is getting all the buzz but the most important signing of the summer was probably Kim at CB. Solid so far. Next Lecce.

MILAN (2112) Second is cool. Next sassuolo.

LAZIO (96) So far the only team with a win against another top team after blistering Inter 3-1 on Friday. With a revamped backline and a much improved keeper in Provedel Lazio is going to be trouble this year. Don’t be surprised if year two of Sarri ball finishes ahead of year 2 of Mourinho ball. Rome derby is gonna be crazy. Next Sampdoria.

ATALANTA (1060) An impressive set of results to start the year. Important for a team that folks predicted to finish anywhere from 4th to 10th. They are going to struggle at times to score so a solid defensive start was massive. Big test at home against Torino.

TORINO (1610) I’ve been bullish on Juric at Torino since last spring. So far so good this term. They’ve moved out some old heads and also made a pretty penny on Bremer while still improving. Names like Ricci, Aina and Schurrs are off to nice starts. Miranchuk a nice add. Atalanta next. Win that and folks really start to take notice.

ROMA (747) Three goals in 3 games was not the start many expected for this Roma group. The results are there though. A backline that was suspect at times last year has another year under their belts and an improved midfield in front of them. Thought the Juve game might be a barometer of how far they have come but played it close to the vest. Last place Monza next.

INTER (958) After Fridays defeat at Lazio the only loss amongst the top 9 teams. old warts of lack of rotation and lack of creativity starting to show themselves with Inzaghi. That always limited him at Lazio. An old group that’s a year older needs that more than ever and I’m not sure Inzaghi is the right man for the job. Keep this in your back pocket: Lukaku missing a few games might not be a bad thing. Lautaro was THIS CLOSE to breaking out last season. Something to watch. Cremonese next.

JUVENTUS (1339) Allegri also has an aging squad but is also someone notorious at rotating and motivating. Got a great first 60 minutes over the weekend at Roma from the group. Struggled after. Midfield is a mess still. Bust his balls all you want for being a dinosaur or whatever but Allegri is still the guy for the job. Plucky Spezia next.

FIORENTINA (1586) I’ll be honest, wasn’t sure they had it in them to stand up to Napoli. If young Sottill could have finished a chance they might have gotten the win. Amrabat was solid. Impressive to hold off Twente for Europa Conference League qualification and turnaround and hold down Napoli. Udinese next.

SALERNITANA (928) Who else had them conceding only 1 goal through 3 games? Anyone? Anyone? The late season magic continues! Dropped 4 on reeling Samp over the weekend after securing a tough road draw the weekend before at Udinese. A hot enough start through the WC break could very well carry them through the spring. Bonazzolli is the bidone magician. Bologna next.

UDINESE (916) Somehow Rodrigo Becao has become not only defensive nightmare, but now offensive force this year? Weird. Beto and Udogie getting on the board was big for them in scraping one out against Monza. On their way to being the fun/bad team once again. Home test against Fiorentina next.

SASSUOLO (1498) Good result on the road to Spezia to follow up the home win against Lecce. Pinamonti debut goal is HUGE. Important signing as the offense looks to retool. Still some work to do on the back end though. Home to Milan tomorrow.

SPEZIA (1502) Nearly let one slip against Sassuolo late at home after going down to 10 men. Dragowski was huge as they held on for one point. Very under rated signing. Nzola proving himself important again with his second goal. Big test away to Juve next continues a tough early slate.

EMPOLI (1398) Fortunate to get an early deflected goal against Lecce. Conceded but eventually secured an important away point. Just 9 shots on target through 3 games. Gonna be important for this group to not get in too much trouble before the break. Whither Mattia Destro? Home to Verona next

LECCE (2338) Falcone terribly unlucky to ‘concede’ via a deflection. Other wise solid again. Ceesay will continue to command attention in the box opening up space for others. Away to Napoli on Wednesday.

BOLOGNA (1321)

VERONA (1005) and SAMPDORIA (1210) will be linked as long as they head down the same path. I pointed both out as teams that were aging and needed refreshes in the spring and neither have done much. Both teams have work to do and neither coach is probably the guy to do it. Samp hosts Lazio next while Verona are away to Empoli before meeting each other over the weekend. Did I mention that Sampdoria hasn’t even scored a goal yet? Oof.

CREMONESE (2026) Talk about brutal schedules... first 7 include FIO, ROM, TOR, INT, SAS ATA and LAZ. Could be entrenched in last for a really long time. Nothing else to say really. Away to Inter next.

MONZA (1202)’s schedule isn’t quite that bad but TOR, NAP, UDI, ROM and ATA to start is no picnic either. if neither can get some results soon they might both go wire to wire at the bottom. Secretly I think a lot of Serie A fans will be more than happy to watch Berlusconi suffer. Every player on the roster has featured as they try to figure it out. Away to Roma next.

Three more days left in the window. let’s see what moves are left to be made.

FORZA MILAN!

Lisi

#IMIT

PS: League minutes by players 25 and under in order:

LEC 2338

MIL 2112

CRE 2026

TOR 1610

FIO 1586

SPE 1502

SAS 1498

EMP 1398

JUV 1339

BOL 1321

SAM 1210

MON 1202

NAP 1160

ATA 1060

VER 1005

INT 958

SAL 928

UDI 916

ROM 747

LAZ 97

That last one isn't a typo folks.

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 7

This is the seventh chapter of my Max story, hope you enjoy it. Sorry for the long wait, I started writing it before but only finished it today as I had the day off work because I have a cold. Let me know what you think, especially of the argument scene as I’m not sure what I think but yeah enjoy! Thanks to @kiimmie33 for the help with this chapter

Monza. Italy. An iconic circuit, nicknamed the ‘Temple of Speed’ by fans. It had been in F1 since the beginning and was always a popular race. The crowd was always a sea of red as Ferrari’s famous ‘Tifosi’ filled the grandstands

Monza was always special. The track was an integral part of Formula 1, a piece of history and also a joy to drive around. It was an adrenaline-fuelling circuit. The bonus was the Italian sun and Italian food he got to experience whilst he was there that he never complained about.

After an amazing victory in his home race, all eyes were on Max to repeat the success. He was leading the championship by three points and wanted to extend this advantage. Of course he had to watch out for Lewis as ever and Max knew that he had to be careful. He’d only broken his Italian curse this year at Imola earlier in the season. Italy always liked to cause him some trouble in the past.

He came second in practice 1 behind Hamilton but he remained calm, knowing that he had plenty of time to improve over the weekend.

After FP1 they went straight into normal qualifying as the sprint race format was returning for this weekend after its stint at Silverstone.

It was Bottas that would take the front row in the sprint with Hamilton behind him in second, making it a successful qualifying session for Mercedes. Max came third, which he’d always said he preferred to second so he wasn’t too worried. He just knew that he needed to put his heart and soul into the sprint race on Saturday.

Once again Max came third in the second and final practice session of the weekend with Hamilton and Bottas taking first and second and Sergio behind him in fourth. Naturally the pace Mercedes had was a concern but from that result clearly Red Bull also had a lot of pace for the weekend.

It was time for the sprint qualifying. Bottas took all three points by coming first with Max just behind him in second. He needn’t worry though as he knew that Bottas would be starting from the back of the grid as he’d taken extra power unit elements for the race. A surprise contender in Daniel Ricciardo came third to take the final point of the sprint. Max was happy for his friend and even joked with him that he’d let him by at the start and help him to win the Grand Prix especially because of Daniel’s Italian origins.

Lewis had qualified 5th in the sprint. Max knew that he couldn’t get complacent despite this. Yes Max would technically be starting on pole now but Lewis could still catch up and give him a headache during the race. He had to prepare himself for that.

Max returned to his driver’s room feeling relatively pleased with how the day had gone. He got lost in thought for a few minutes and was quickly dragged out of it by his phone ringing. It was his mother wanting a video call.

“Hey mom” he said when she appeared on screen, his sister Victoria beside her

“Max, you did so well today! I’m proud of you” she said, smiling “Hopefully you’ll do the same tomorrow. I believe in you”

“Ah we’ll see, the car is performing well but anything can happen” he still smiled though and they all chatted easily, catching up on what was happening in each of their lives.

There was a knock at the door and Y/N entered before her eyes widened as she realised Max was on the phone and speaking in Dutch.

She went to leave quietly but Max had already spotted her and was gesturing her over. He asked her to sit down next to him using his eyes and she did so, nervously.

He switched to English so that Y/N could understand “Mom, Victoria, there’s someone I want you both to meet.” He turned the camera so that Y/N’s face was also in the frame. “This is Y/N. She’s my girlfriend. Y/N, this is my mom, Sophie and my sister, Victoria”

Y/N smiled hesitantly but was spurred on by the kind looks on their faces and Max’s comforting smile “It’s nice to meet you both”

“And you, my dear. Where has Max been hiding you? You’re beautiful. Isn’t she Victoria?” Sophie gushed

Y/N blushed as Victoria nodded, smiling shyly “Thank you”

The call continued in much the same manner with Sophie and Victoria wanting to know all about her and their relationship and Y/N became more confident, joining in occasionally with their teasing of Max and adding her own stories, which he pretended to be annoyed about. He was secretly happy to see her getting on so well with his family.

Sophie and Victoria enjoyed seeing their dynamic and they knew that Max had found someone special in Y/N. The soft look in his eyes when he looked at her only confirmed that as well as the loving glances when he knew Y/N couldn’t see him.

“Y/N, lieverd, you look really familiar. Have we seen each other before?” Sophie asked curiously

“I don’t think so. Maybe you know my dad?”

“Who’s your dad?” Sophie and Victoria asked simultaneously

“Christian Horner”

Their mouths dropped slightly in shock before they closed them quickly. They hadn’t expected that Max would be dating his boss’ daughter. It didn’t change their opinions of her but they were certainly surprised

“That’s probably it” Sophie said as normally as she could and the conversation continued normally.

They ended the call a few minutes later and Max and Y/N turned to each other

“Do you think they liked me?” She asked

“Y/N they loved you. You got on with them so well” he told her honestly

“Really?”

“Really schatje. Now come on, let’s get some food. I’m starving”

Race day. The excitement and the nerves rose in Max. He placed his car at the front of the grid and waited, staring up at the five red lights. His heart beat faster with every second that he waited. Then they went out.

Daniel got past Max on lap 1 and lead the race with Lewis right behind Max in third after overtaking Lando, Daniel’s teammate. He cursed at that knowing he was going to have to defend for his life to keep Lewis behind.

Lewis attempted an overtake but was pushed wide allowing Max to gain the position and for Lando also to get passed.

Max fought hard to try and catch up with Daniel and regain the lead but the Australian kept him behind for an impressive 21 laps. The McLaren driver then pitted on lap 22 for hard tyres. Red Bull reacted to this, bringing him into the pit stops for the next lap.

Then it went wrong. So wrong. There was an issue with the front right tyre and the mechanics were fighting to fix the issue and change it as quickly as they could. The seconds ticked away, precious seconds that Max was losing. He waited, that was all he could do. He knew he’d have a huge deficit to make up on Daniel and Lewis but what could he do.

Hamilton had overtaken Norris whilst Max was waiting and that had led Lando to pit. He came out ahead of Max as Max had been held for 11.1 seconds with the tyre problem.

Max was frustrated. He could feel it simmering under the surface but he had to try and stay as calm as he could.

Lewis has pitted for medium tyres. His pit was slow, giving Max extra time as the Mercedes driver remained stationary for 4.2 seconds.

Lando overtook Lewis in the order and Lewis began to come out of the pits.

Then all hell broke lose.

Lewis was driving out of the pit lane, through the exit. He was side by side with Max and this continued through to turn 1 as they battled wheel to wheel.

They reached turn 2 and Max was squeezed. He hit the sausage kerb which propelled his car into the air as he’d made contact with Hamilton’s left rear tyre. He went over Lewis and landed on top of him, one of his wheels resting on the Mercedes driver’s head. The halo had done its job.

They were out. They would have to retire. And yet again the finger pointing would start. Just like in Silverstone.

“Max are you ok?” Came the radio message and it sparked a feeling of déjà vu within him

“Yeah I’m fine” he replied quickly, a little sharper than he’d have liked with the frustration.

He climbed out of the cockpit, glancing at Lewis as he did so. From what he could tell, the Mercedes driver was trying to reverse from under his car.

Max looked away, storming from the track towards the pit lane. It was almost as though dark clouds were hanging over him on his journey.

He knew he’d be criticised for just leaving Lewis there and he knew that the blame game would be played.

He reached the Red Bull garage, still seething and finally removed his helmet. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more in annoyance.

Y/N watched from the other side of the garage, debating whether she should go to him or give him some space. She decided on the latter, feeling that leaving him alone for a little might help to calm him down.

Max went to his driver’s room. He felt like slamming the door or punching something but he knew that was childish and wouldn’t help anything.

He sat down and put his head in his hands, sighing.

“Max?” Came Y/N’s soft voice. She’d decided that she would check on him now “Max? Can I come in?”

He stayed silent for a little bit, hoping she’d leave. He’d already seen and heard some of the things people had been saying about the crash and he didn’t have the energy

Then he saw that the FIA had decided that it was predominantly his fault and he’d be penalised for the Russian Grand Prix in two weeks time. His blood boiled.

Y/N opened the door at that moment “Max! I was worried about you”

She came over to where he was sitting and placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently

“I’m fine” he said sharply, taking a tone with her that he’d never done before

“It’s not your fault Max” she said, trying to be comforting

“Yeah? Well tell that to everyone else. Everyone else says it’s my fault. The FIA are making me drop points in the Russian Grand Prix. Everyone’s saying I’m a dirty driver, that I should have checked more on Hamilton and given up my position” he flung these words at her in anger

She went to speak but he cut her off “Leave me alone Y/N. Go back to your dad. He’s probably disappointed in me. You probably are too, that’s why you won’t tell him you’re dating me.” Ah yes the insecurity again, raising its head, fuelled by Max’s frustration

She looked horrified “Why would I be disappointed in you?”

“You probably think I’m a cheat like everyone else” he knew that wasn’t true but he was just saying anything in his fury

“That’s not true and you know it. I know you’re angry Max but I’m not letting you lie and take it out on me”

He laughed bitterly “Haven’t you heard? Everyone calls me ‘Mad Max’. They’ll be doing the same with this crash”

It was becoming quite clear to Y/N that she wasn’t really getting through to Max and that he was just wallowing in self-pity

“I’m going to leave Max, you’re not helping yourself here”

“That’s it Y/N, just leave. I don’t need your help at the moment”

That hurt Y/N and a few tears trickled down her face at that “Fuck you, Verstappen” she said, voice breaking. She managed to make his surname appear like an insult even as she cried before she turned on her heel and left.

Max’s heart clenched and he immediately felt guilty, berating himself for the way he’d just acted. He knew she only had the best intentions and that he’d just made her feel awful. He regretted it now and wished he could take it back but he couldn’t. He had a lot of making up to do.

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