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cheriladycl01 · 5 months

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The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 1

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula one into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookie within the 2022 line up!

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"We have had some amazing announcements this year. We only have two rookies on the grid this year that have a confirmed seat both in Alfa Romeo. So it should be an interesting season for them!" the first reporter says while walking around the paddock.

"Yes, its very uncommon to see a team take on two rookies in the same season, so it'll be interesting to see if they under perform based on these statistics or not" the other one admits.

Currently you were sat with Zhou your current team mate, he was teaching you a little bit of Chinese at your request.

"Are you nervous for today?" you ask him, you'd both done lots of media over the break so people could get to know you before the season start in Bahrain had begun.

"A little, but we will drive the very best that we can. I know it" he says pulling you into a side hug. You'd gotten very close to your team mate, both being rookies on the same team made you both sort of outcasts on the grid. Today would be your first time talking to the other 18 drivers.

"We'll be fine i promise" he says before walking towards his car in the Alpha Romeo garage, you walk over to your race engineer Paul and go through the different strategies to make sure you know what each one means.

"Okay, its time for your first race, you got this. Remember your starting P11 and Zhou is starting P15. So you just got to make up some pace, and you'll be in points region. Get a good start, and overtake Esteban while defending from Mick, Lando may help you with that but you'll need to then defend from him" he advices and you nod. You take your helmet that your best friend designed for you on place it over your head.

Paul, taps the back of your helmet covered head, before bumping fits with you. You pull yourself into the car under the halo before placing the wheel on.

"Okay, lets go and grab some points" Paul says after he'd checked the radio to make sure you had good connection.

At the start lights you had an impeccable start going wide on the outside of Ocon and Gasly and moving into 9th place. Lando had managed to overtake Mick and was gaining.

"Amazing start Y/N P9 as of now. George ahead, attempt overtake at turn 4. He's 0.4 seconds ahead" you hear your race engineer point out. You can see the Mercedes ahead, and going into turn for you go for the risky move and break later than George. You gave him enough room and he swung wide, not wanting to damage the car giving you a gap to get through.

"What's this Martin! Y/N is storming through this track, starting in P11 and she's already made her way up to P8 taking over drivers who have been in F1 much longer than her. This is some incredible driving we are seeing"

Eventually you had to pit, but it was an exceptionally fast pit-stop that was well timed from your team and had you coming out behind Gasly . You went a few laps, dancing around with him where you both had the pace, but the minute your tires warmed up and his had worn out enough you ploughed on ahead creating a large time gap along the straight.

"You've got Alonso ahead, 1.2 second gap, lets close it on those Sector 2 corners" Paul directs. In no time you make your way up to P6, Magnussen was ahead in P5.

"How many laps left? Can i catch him?" you ask your engineer.

"2 seconds ahead and 10 laps, you can catch him if you speed up Sector 1" he advises. You put you head to it, and managed to overtake.

"This is insane Alfa Romeo are storming this season along with Ferrari, right now, we have Charles Leclerc in P1, Carlos Sainz in P2, Lewis Hamilton in P3 and oh what is this, its NOT, i repeat NOT a double finish for Mercedes, Y/N has overtaken George Russell even on the older tires. And her counter part in Alfa Romeo is in P9 this is an amazing start to the season for the two Ferrari teams"

"AND THAT'S IT CHARLES LECLERC HAS COME FIRST AT BAHRAIN, SAINZ IN SECOND, HAMILTON IN THIRD"

"You've done it Y/N that's P4 we now have 14 points at the starts of the season!" Paul voices. You pull up jumping out your car and hugging everyone.

"I don't think i could have done it if Max and Checo finished, they would have come ahead of me!" you admit, you pull your helmet off balaclava coming off with it. The top bit of your hair was sheened with sweat. You run your hands through it trying to get some more volume through it.

"You'll be in an interview with the TOP 5, from today" Fred says patting your back, he guides you to where the interviews out there.

"Oh Carlos, Charles come say hello to Y/N you haven't met her yet!" Fred offers you up and the two Ferrari boys come over.

"Wow, you are more beautiful in real life than you are in your driver picture!" Carlos says taking your hand and kissing it, a blush coming onto your face.

"You are a fantastic rookie!" Charles compliments pulling you into a hug before offering you up his water. You nod realizing you hadn't picked yours up from the garage.

"Thank you, I'm dying" you joke, and sky from his Ferrari bottle before handing it back to him.

"Omg that's Lewis Hamilton" you whisper looking over at the 7 time world champion that was ahead of you.

"Why didn't we get that reaction mi hermosa?" Carlos asks, and you blush.

"It's Lewis Hamilton!" you say just looking at him in awe.

"Hey great race today Y/L/N. Haven't seen a rookie like you since myself"

"Oh my god" you says in awe. He pulls you into a hug and starts to ask you questions, while Carlos keeps interrupting.

"Well its actually funny because I've been watching you for the last two years in F2" Carlos says as Lewis asks you what prior championships you'd won and how you'd got your seat in Alfa Romeo.

"Oh, you did?" you ask.

"Yeah I actually came to the garage one time, not yours but i was there!"

"That's cool man, I also kept up with her career. I just like to ask so people can gloat about their own achievements, its good for the soul" he smiled a little awkwardly at Carlos and his sudden need to prove that he, knew you better? Is that what that was?

"Come on guys, time for interviews" one of the directors call, George, Lewis and Charles start to walk through but Carlos grabs your hand and holds you back.

"Come out with me tonight, to celebrate?" he asks, however your PR manager comes out and pulls you away from him.

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12-seconds-to-live · 8 months

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(Un)Lost: Goodbye

Pairing: F12022/3!Grid! x Fem!Driver!oc

Warnings: DNF’s, angst, a little bit of love, episodes of anxiety, Seb’s retirement, harsh words.

“Welcome to the last briefing of the season. Is everybody here? All right”

I was sit next to Lewis, both of us in the back of the room. Everybody seem happy today. Except me, I wake up with a strange feeling, everything looks normal. My dad is here with me, Lando and I are going strong, but I can understand this.

“You’re okay? You’re not smiling today” Lewis asked

“I feel off. I have a feeling” I looke at him, almost the same as that day in 2021 after his race “You’re the one who looks odd”

“This used to be my favourite place, not anymore. And If you have a feeling, make it a good one”

“I will”

“Smile, after the race I’m gonna take you to the cheesecake factory”

“Promise?”

“Promise, baby” He hug me and smile “Lando is throwing knives at me through his gaze“

“Oh, that’s normal, just wave at him” We did it and Lando start walking to us “Uh, run Lewis”

“What was that?” Lando kissed my cheek

“Nothing my love, just talking about food with Lewis” He hold my hand

“I’m gonna start working as a bodyguard from now on”

“Oh my... Also I have a weird feeling”

“Why’s that?” He looked at my, those green eyes screw me over

“A feeling of losing, I believe”

“You’re not the first in this WDC but you’re the one in my heart, love”

“That’s enough. I love you”

“To Pluto and back”

“Radio check”

“What a voice. It’s fair that you sing to me, Adam. Considering that this is the last race. I mean, sadly we’re not world champions but we did pretty good” I started to put on my gloves and check the steering wheel

“You have to wait ‘till the end of the race. I have a unique voice, kid”

“Oh wow, I’m gonna race as fast as I can then” We laugh

“Just do it safely”

“No promises, I live for wins and podiums”

The same feeling of this morning came back to me. It’s not normal anymore. I’m on P4 and Lando on P5. I turned my head a little and saw his face, I waved to him, but the real thing is that I want to jump out of the car and run out of the circuit, something is about to happen, something bad, as bad as death

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. It’s lights out and away we go

LAP 1/58

“What a start for the last race of the season here in Abu Dhabi, turn one and Max Verstappen remains as race leader and...oh the McLaren prodigy Charlotte just pass Charles Leclerc, even she’s number two this season we never missed to get impress by her”

LAP 21/58

“Can you check the tyres, please? I felt something in turn 6″

“Copy”

Curently I’m P6, a safety car was deployed after one of the Alfa Romeo just lost their engine. The race has been good, the feeling is there. Lando is P3 at the moment, hope we can have this podium together.

“Box, box, your tyres are cooling too fast”

“Copy, set a record on this one”

LAP 47/58

“This race is getting more excited, Charlotte Robyn-Jones is leading the Abu Dhabi GP, but what is happening?... She just go straight on turn 11, she doesn’t sound good on that radio with her engineer”

“I can’t control my breaking, I might crash and...”

“The Mclaren driver spin and go straight to the barrier, we need the marshall go to her and a red flag has been deployed, all the cars has been called to the pits and we don’t have any movement on her”

“I see blood... I wanna vomit ... help ...please”

“Charlotte, stay calm, stay still, marshals are on their way”

“Can you please tell Lando that I’m sorry to ruin the race... I don’t”

“Stay still Char... you’re going to be...”

“No, I...I see blood running down my nose and I wanna... Everbody hates red flags and I hate them too and I hate not being world champion and I hate not to tell Lando that I love...”

“Charlotte? Can you hear me?” Adam look at Zack in the eyes, it was like everything and everybody stopped, they don’t want to thin that your last radio message was heard from everybody ... everywhere.

All the cars started entering pits and on the big screen the image of the marshals and the safety care destroying the halo to get you out was horrific.

Carlos was the first to aproach Lando who look lost looking at the screen. The british wanted to cry, he believed in your words of joy and happiness everytime you say that’s their moment to perform better, but, early that day you had a bad feeling. Almost all the members of the teams surronded outside their garages to see how they took your body out of the car.

You were passed, like a sleeping baby, this time like a nightmare, your suit have blood around your left leg, your visor broken, your eyes closed. They put you on the floor and a white large tent was put above you, that was the signal to know that your heart stopped and they have to start moving fast before the worst.

“Is she...?” started Pierre looking at Carlos

“Don’t finish that phrase man, we don’t wanna...” He tried to talk but then Lando started crying and his intentions were clear, he wanted to be next to you, hold your hand, beg you to fight, beg you to stay, say goodbye and don’t ruin it, not again.

“Lando...Lando no” Max and a few other aproach to the driver to help him stay in the garage, avoiding the image of you.

“Leave me. She can’t be dead, man. Put in my damn shoes, imagine that is Kelly or Daniel, one of us” Max’s eyes looked glossy to see his friend looking so broken. Your dad hug Lando, who as much as the driver wanted answers. He knows that his daughter is a fighter, strong but at the end, maybe his wife was starting to call her daughter to be by her side

“She’s going to be ok” He said to Lando. On the big screen the tent was opened and your body was taken to the ambulance, your helmet gone and an oxygen mask arounf your face.

“She’s out... we have to go and... and...Screw this race...We don’t race as one anymore”

“Muppet, they’re going to cancel the race, we can go” Carlos guide Lando to change his fireproofs and go to the hospital. At this point Lando knew, just as you, something bad happened.

“Carlos?” Lando asked when they were in the car

“Yeah?”

“It’s just, I will never accept her loss. I will accept I will be living with it, until I take my last breath and I’m reunited with her again”

Until then

“You can’t make that public. What is wrong with you?”

“Man, the moment we signed our contracts, we know that this could go on a public record. It’s almost fair to the fans and friends”

“No, it’s not. What about his dad? And you? We can’t go through this all over again”

“Lando, please. His dad gave us his consent” Lando sit in the back of the room. A small conference room when the drivers and team principals we’re going to watch a video made by you, every driver has one but considering the circunstances, nobody wanted to remember that tragedy. And a couple days later, everybody around the world could watch this video too.

When I die, give what is left of me to children and elders who hope to die. If you need to cry, cry for your brother and sister who walk down the street next to you. And when you need me, hug anyone and give them whatever you need to give me. I want to leave you something, something better than words or sounds.

Look for me in the people I've known or loved. If you can't tell me, at least let me live in your eyes, and not in your mind. You can love me more by letting the hands touch the hands, letting the hearts touch the hearts, and letting go of the spirits who need to be free.

Love doesn't die, bodies do. So, when all that's left of me is love, give me.

I want to make sure, you’re fine, ‘cause right now I’m living a life where I don’t know what would I do If you’re not in there anymore

You must be proud of yourself. Despite everything you've been through, you're still here.

You are very strong. You have overcome things that others can't even imagine. You thought you wouldn't make it and you got it.

You will do it again. Keep living the life you want, not the one that others expect. And feel proud to be the way you are.

You must be proud to challenge yourself every day, to find yourself when you think everything is lost. You wake up wanting to continue. Even if you have an abyss in front of you, you do everything you can to be well.

You fight for yourself when no one else does.

You are someone worth fighting for.

And If this is the last time, I never meant to say goodbye this way. To my family, dad, you know that mom is gonna take care of me. To the Sainz’s, thank you. To my grid family, this happens, just remember all those memories that we built together, even If you have your eyes full of tears, you know that my legacy has been written. To Lando, you know that this is the hardest part of the job, I love you and I’m sure that maybe in another life, we will last longer, I was lost without you and now I found my place. I’ll waiting for you in our next life. Goodbye for now.

“Hello Charlotte, me again, hope you’re not bored of me” Lando showed a side smile

“The world stopped turning the day you died. I felt it. In my heart. In every fibre of my being. I felt it. The sun stopped being warm. The night stopped being cool. When you died, the world as I knew it did too. I did too.”

Lando started crying looking around the cemetery

“Everybody has changed. Carlos lost his sparkle and has a photo of you in his motorhome and as his lookscreen. Daniel has your name on his helmet, he said you still helping him on his decisions, Alex stayed with your dad for two weeks, he felt so lost that we cried together just talking about you. Your dad is doing well, he moved to Madrid to be closer to the Sainz, they begged him to do that.”

“You’ll always be my number one, Charlotte. I wasn’t with you holding your hand ‘till your last breath, I spend days in your hospital room, just waiting. When they told me you were gone, I screamed, I cried as loud as I could, I halfway hoped that If you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me, but you never did”

“It’s been weeks and many people call me everyday, checking on me, I’m gratefull but I came to realize that the reason why it’s so hard to let you go is because this goodbye to you has to let go to a version of me that you got to know so well and at the same time, even If I could go back, I wouldn’t belong there anymore, not without you. I cannot accept to have a teammate that is not you, to just look at your pictures, full of joy and passion and then, I remember that my house is empty, no more hugs, no more kisses, no more you”

“And even I know that you’re not coming back, I’m happy for share all the things that make you happy, for get to know you and for how gratefull I’m with time for allowing you and I to live in the same lifetime. I’ll love you in this and as many lifetimes we have”

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colie-nne · 11 months

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race to remember

pairings: formula 1 grid x fem driver!oc

warnings: none

a/n: decided to post this before the fun starts, so here we are again. Hello, hope you're enjoying the series so far!!

Corbyn- Alfa Romeo Valentina. Valentina, ¿estás bien? Alejandro, creo que voy a llorar. ¿Puedo llorar? Me siento entumecido... You’re okay, take a breath and get out of the car. They’re waiting for you.

Ideally, a Formula 1 driver’s dream is to become a world champion. This is what every f1 driver wants with their name on it. But as the only female on the grid, getting in was already a dream come true and stepping on the podium as early as round 3 can make you feel like you’re stepping into heaven. Winning, however, against a very experienced driver who had a faulty last-corner turn, can be the most unexpected twist very early in your career.

Max Verstappen is still in the lead and OH what a change of events. Verstappen’s car has hit the barriers and is stuck with just two laps remaining in this year’s Monaco Grand Prix. Corbyn’s Alfa Romeo is in sight, followed by Sainz, Norris, and then Perez who are still seconds away from her. Will this be the first Grand Prix win for Alfa Romeo in this formula one season?…

Corbyn- Alfa Romeo Ok, Val, you are currently 5 seconds ahead of Sainz and Oh Ok and Oh? Slow down on that last turn, Yellow flag has been raised Verstappen has hit the barriers Copy… Position? She asked quietly in disbelief You are currently, p1 Val. Keep position as long as you can you still have 2 laps to go. Sainz is still 5 seconds behind plus 3 for Norris I- ok, thank you…

Valentina takes in a breath as she speeds through the streets of Monaco, now with the intent to win her very first Grand Prix. The last two laps had become the most nervous she’s been ever since keeping her position as P3 before winning her first podium. With Sainz trying to keep up and overtake her a few times, she convinced herself to stay calm and breeze through the final laps of the race.

And for the first time this season, Alfa Romeo’s rookie driver has continued to wow everyone with every podium and overtake and now, Valentina Corbyn has won her very first race here in the Monaco Grand Prix. This will surely be a race to remember.

Walking up the steps, Valentina’s still in a daze after the course of the very high-speed action that had happened just moments ago. Her thoughts were broken when she hears her name being announced on the speakers followed by the cheers of Monegasques and her team directly below her.

Standing on the top podium, she fist bumps Carlos and Lando who were called in after her. Congratulating them softly, they both gave her appreciative smiles. As the official ceremony began, the growing feeling of success became prominent when she was given the trophy. If the words written on the trophy weren't enough of a confirmation, the intense cheering made her sure.

Jumping up in glee, Valentina raises the trophy above her head and gave the crowd an impressive bow. Having done her moment, she turns to Carlos who now has his trophy in hand, and Lando whose trophy was just given to him. Hearing her cheer for him, Lando turns to her with a smile, before raising the trophy up himself.

Hearing her national anthem play she stood straight, glancing at her trophy from time to time. Slowly looking around, she's hoping to have this specific moment and feeling engrained in her entirety.

As she continues to take in everything, she didn’t notice that both anthems have already been finished and is brought back when Lando hugs her and stands to her left for them to take the official pictures.

“Amazing Vali! Your very first Grand Prix, unbelievable, mate!” Lando congratulates her before stepping down the podium, reaching for the champagne bottle on his step. Before she can reach for her own, she got hit with the smell and feel of champagne being sprayed all over her by Carlos, turning around she hurriedly opens her with a laugh, raising the bottle over her head and pointing it at her fellow winners who are currently teasing each other.

Seeing Lando pop open his bottle, Val continues her champagne-spraying routine and sprays the rest onto the teams and people below them as they cheer at the celebration. Taking a sip from the bottle, she sees Carlos’ disapproving stare. “What?”

“You are not allowed to drink, yet” He insists for the nth time, making Lando chuckle behind him.

Drinking from the bottle again, she teases him, “I’m already eighteen, don’t worry Carlos.”

“Your height doesn’t make you look eighteen, mate,” Lando counters, which he got poured champagne in return.

Facing her, Carlos can only watch as the two youngsters wrestle each other on the podium with the whole of Monaco to see. “Carlos, un poco de ayuda?” Her pleas are ignored as the Ferrari driver just stood on the side.

Valentina, are you okay?

Alejandro, I think I'm gonna cry. Can I cry? I feel numb…

Carlos, a little help?

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mbappebby · 10 months

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Little Leclerc || Four

Ollie Bearman x Madelyn Leclerc (OC)

Summary: Madelyn is nervous for her first ever F1 race, she has lots of people who are on her side and giving support to her..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hello! Loving the Little Leclerc series, can you do one where Maddie is nervous for her first ever F1 race? Maybe a lot of the drivers try and calm her down to tell her she’s going to be just fine. After the race she meets up with Ollie at one point? Thank u, keep up all the good work! x

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Madelyn had entered the paddock with Charles, the siblings stopped to sign things and take photos with fans before reaching the Alfa Romeo hospitality.

“Hey, your going to fine okay?” Charles said. “What if I am not?” Madelyn asked. “You will Mads, c’mon look how hard you have worked to get here! You deserve to be here” Charles added.

“I guess your right” Madelyn replied with a smile. “When I am not?” Charles joked before kissing her forehead as he made his way to Ferrari as Maddie walked in with Milo.

“Are you really nervous?” Milo asked. “Yeah, I am! I am not allowed to be?!” Madelyn replied as she walked into her drivers room.

“Mads, you know what I am going to say. You deserve to be here and you shouldn’t be nervous as you are going to be just fine!” Milo told her which made the young girl smile.

Milo has been there since the beginning for her, and she couldn’t have had anyone better to her her performance coach. “Thank you” Madelyn said as she hugged him.

“It’s my job, now let’s get these warmups started” Milo added as he hugged her back. The pair started to prepare for the first race of the season.

“Charles Leclerc crosses the line and wins the Bahrain Grand Prix! It’s a Ferrari 1-2 ad Carlos Sainz crosses the line just being his teammate. It’s a P3 for Lewis Hamilton!” Crofty shouted.

“What a race for the two Alfa Romeo rookies! P7 for Madelyn Leclerc and P10 for Guanyu Zhou!” Crofty added.

“P7 Mads!! Let’s go, what a start! Double points, Zhou P10!” Her race engineer called as the team started cheering in the background.

“Let’s go!! Ahhh thank you guys so much! This is just the beginning! Double points for the team, baby!” Madelyn exclaimed as she entered the pit-lane.

Madelyn jumped out the car and she saw her teammate walking up behind her. They hugged tightly before running to their team to celebrate the double points.

Madelyn soon spotted Charles, who was talking to her other two brothers. She smiled as she took her helmet off giving it to Milo before running over to her brothers.

Charles held her in his arms and hugged her tightly and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I told you! I knew you would be fine! P7 Mads!” Charles said as they let go and Madelyn hugged Lorenzo.

“Proud of you lil sis! Nothing to worry about!” Enzo added as Madelyn finally got hugged by Arthur. “I knew you would be fine, proud of you Maddie” Arthur mumbled.

“Thank you, Thur” Madelyn said with a smile as she kept her arms around him. Madelyn then greeted some of three Ferrari team, who congratulated her.

Madelyn got back to her hotel room, she had a shower and changed into more comfy clothes and then sat down on the bed.

Moments later, there was a knock on her door. She made her way to the door and opened it and saw the familiar face of her boyfriend.

“Baby!” Madelyn squealed and jumped onto his arms, Ollie laughed while catching her as he hugged her tightly. “Hey Lynnie” Ollie said softly.

Madelyn jumped down and let Ollie enter the room before closing the door. “You had nothing to worry about did you?” Ollie told her.

“I’ve heard that a lot today” Madelyn said with a smile. “You got P7 baby, in your first ever F1 race! It’s an amazing achievement!” Ollie added.

“Yeah, it’s crazy” Maddie replied. “This is just the beginning Lyn, just the start of it all” Ollie told her as they kissed.

“I love you much” Madelyn said as they pulled away. “I love you too” Ollie replied. “Can you stay with me?” Madelyn said with puppy eyes.

“Of course I will, my flight isn’t until tomorrow after-noon” Ollie added as they got into bed. “Lucky, my is in the morning” Madelyn mumbled.

“You going straight to Jeddah?” Ollie asked. “Nah, going to see maman then flying from Monaco over then on Tuesday night” Madelyn told him.

“I’ll see you whenever then,” Ollie replied. “Yea, probably be in Arthur’s garage at some point during that weekend” Madelyn added.

The couple talked for a bit longer before they both eventually drifted of to sleep.

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madelynleclerc: WOW! P7! What a debut race, thank you team for everything. Congrats @ zhouguanyu24 for P10! Two rookies in the points, it’s just upwards from here. Let’s keep going!❤️

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frenchcurious · 1 year

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Alfa Romeo P3 1932. - source Amazing Classic Cars.

#alfa romeo

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sgkophie · 2 years

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Man's World - Chapter 5 - No Pole, No Problem

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr, Reader x Carlos Sainz

Warnings: slow burn, eventual Smut, enemies to lovers

Rating: Mature

AN: So Sorry this took so long to update... finally finished a big work convention and I am so excited to post this - YAY! I am hoping to sneak in a little smut into the next chapter... but if it doesn't work, definitely by chapter 7! I'll have both out this week. Chapter 6 just needs proof reading so whoo! Thanks again for all the love. You guys rock!

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Garage Visit – Friday

Lizzie met me in the garage as I popped out of my car. “Alright, time to go!” she shrilled, swaying her hips a tad as if she thought that was going to get me more excited. I just sighed in response.

“Ok, so when we get to the garage, you need to be all cheeky and ask Mattia if Carlos is there.”

“Why wouldn’t he be there? He’s a Ferrari driver…” I cut in, giving Lizzie a stupid look. She just ignored me.

“And then Carlos will come out and give you a hug, ask you how Free Practice went, blah blah.” I loved how she said blah blah at the end. The only thing Carlos and I had in common was that we raced cars – discussing free practice seemed like the obvious and only choice.

When we arrived at the Ferrari garage, Lizzie fixed my helmet hair and I put on the biggest smile I could possibly muster. As I approached Mattia caught my eye, clearly he had been prepped for this. “Hi Mattia, is Carlos around? We were just walking past the garage and I thought I’d see how his session went,” I asked casually.

He nodded and before he could even call out, Carlos came swaying out, his racing suit still around his hips. Like me, he was drenched from the Miami heat and his fireproof clothing was sticking so close to him you could see all of the ridges of his abs and chest underneath his fireproof spandex. I did my best not to stare – didn’t need Carlos getting even more of an ego boost.

“Oh look who popped by? How did free practice go, cariño? Heard you got P3 – nice one.” I internally winced at his nickname. Since when did I say it was okay for him to call me that? Before I knew it Carlos had his arms wrapped around my waist and we were hugging. My head was placed flat against his chest and he gave me what was possibly the world’s biggest hug. If he wasn’t drenched in sweat still, I probably would have enjoyed it. Although I decided to keep that thought to myself and bury it way down. Gross.

“Yeah, car felt good but the heat was draining. Really hoping we get some rain tomorrow before qualifying; would make it cooler.” We awkwardly chitchatted for a bit more, and out of the corner of my eye I could see a Ferrari social coordinator filming our conversation.

After a few minutes, Carlos put his hand on my back and led me further inside, pretending to give me a tour of the garage – as if my very own twin brother didn’t also race there. I’d had this same tour a million times. I tried not to roll my eyes.

Was anyone going to believe this?

Another ten minutes passed and I could see Coco and Lizzie both nod their heads, as if to say “good job faking it, guys.” Lizzie approached me and made up some story about us needing to get back to the garage, and then we set off.

Awkward garage visit 1 complete. I was sure once this particular social media was out, I would be hearing about this from Danny and Pierre.

Saturday - Qualifying

By the time Free Practice 3 was complete Saturday morning, I was feeling ready for qualifying. It had rained a tad in the morning which did lower the temperature a bit, but that only meant the humidity had increased which was going to be rough on my engine – and my body.

After a rough couple of laps due to being blocked by the Alfa Romeo, I easily passed through Q3. Q2 was a different story, but I had managed to get the 9th spot.

“All you need is top ten,” I heard Mel say in my ear, trying to cheer me up. I was a championship contender – I didn’t want to settle for P9. Lily had also made it through, which was great for the team. We were really coming into our cars, and the new wing upgrades were phenomenal.

As Q3 started, I heard a loud sound from my car on the out lap.

“Shit – what is that?” I gritted out into the radio.

“Box, box,” was all I heard back from Mel. After a quick look at the car, they found some debris stuck in my flooring. Great, just great. Not what I needed right now. We quickly got the car back onto the track, but the best I could pull was a P8. Lily, however, managed to squeak out a P5. As I returned back to the garage, I tried to hide the feeling of fury within my face – but the look on Mel and Susie’s faces told me they knew how I was feeling. I hopped out and went straight to my drivers room and threw down my helmet.

“FUCK!” I screamed, putting my head in my hands. Every race counted and now I had my teammate in front of me which would make it even harder to pass tomorrow. I threw off my racing gear and hopped into the shower – opting to get it as cold as possible. As I came out of the shower I heard a knock on the door.

“Georgie, it’s me Danny – can I come in?”

I quickly threw on some clothes and opened the door to see Danny standing in front of me with a bottle of wine and two solo cups. “Figured you could use a drink.” The McLaren driver came in and plopped himself down on my massage table, clearly making himself at home.

I nodded, happily taking the wine glass from Danny’s hand.

“So… how are things with Carlos?” He asked. I couldn’t help but notice the slight twinkle in his eye – clearly he was also enjoying this.

“As good as can be when I’m fake dating a real buffoon,” I bit back. He laughed at that, raising his drink and cheersing with mine.

“Yeah when Zak came and informed Lando and I about the plan, I have to say – we were both quite shocked. That said, Lando has a bet that by the end of the season, you’ll be actually dating.”

“Lando is actually an idiot,” I deadpanned back, rolling my eyes.

“Maybe – but he thinks Sainz likes you, ya know.”

“Doubt it. The only thing Carlos Sainz likes about me is his ability to get under my skin.”

“So how long do you think this will have to go on?” He asked, clearly trying to move the conversation into a different direction.

“Until the sponsors decide we’re worthy of their money, I s’pose,” I responded with a sigh. Danny got up from the massage table and moved over to give me one of his signature Danny hugs.

“Keep your head up, love. Who knows, you might find something you like about Carlos?”

I rolled my eyes at that, but hugged him back. Why does everyone keep saying that? Was Carlos some enigma that half the paddock had figured out?

As Danny left I packed my bag for the hotel. The likelihood of tonight being a long sleepless night was strong. But, on the plus side, I guess the best part of not getting pole? I didn’t have to do media.

Miami – Race Day

‘And we have a blistering 100 degrees Fahrenheit here on this beautiful Miami Sunday,’ I heard the radio say. I quickly turned it off, mourning the loss of the clouds that we had seen yesterday. 100 degrees – how the hell was I supposed to race in that kind of weather?

Yesterday had been brutal, as seen by my embarrassing 8th place grid start. Even Lily had managed to qualify better than me – not that I was begrudging her for the excellent 5th place qualification, but I had never qualified lower than 5th place in the last 4 races and as Bugatti’s number one driver, it hurt when my teammate out-qualified me – even if she was the sweetest person on the planet.

With a 12:30pm race start, I was expected at the Paddock early in the morning – especially if I was to casually drop by Carlos’ garage again. Except this time it was going to be more than a little ‘pop in’, Coco and Lizzie had decided. Since things were going so well on social media, an Italian coffee date was clearly in order. My love of coffee was known all across the track; fans even made me little coffee cannisters and gave me mugs as gifts when they popped by for signings. Valtteri and I had done a couple joint Instagram posts supporting various local coffee brands in the countries we had visited.

I made it clear to Charles last night that he was to make sure he was available at 9:30am, less I have to face Carlos alone again for another awkward “omg, can’t believe I found you here… at the Ferrari garage…. where you’re supposed to be” moment with Carlos.

I arrived at the paddock by 9am with Chris in tow. He knew I liked to typically arrive at race day events by myself – a weird ritual I had started at Indy Car. I enjoyed being alone in the morning before a race – just me, my thoughts, and a carefully crafted playlist. But with everything going on these days, Chris offered to hop into the car with me; and I couldn’t bring myself to say no.

“Good morning,” Lizzie announced as Chris and I walked into the garage together. She was wearing a bright yellow bandana that made her look as though she was emulating the sun. I told her as such and she smiled a smile that could only be described as ‘ear to ear’.

“Thought I would try and bring the sunshine in case Miami brought rain – but now I fear it worked too well,” she giggled.

I dropped my stuff off into my room and grabbed my phone. “So, should we get this little coffee date over with so I can go back to focusing on my race?” I suggested.

“Yes, yes – off we go,” she sang. As we walked through the paddock, I saw a few familiar faces. Pierre and his parents waved at me as I approached the Ferrari hospitality entrance. We arrived at the entrance and the guard let us in – I supposed he had been told a small group from Bugatti would be joining. As I walked into the hospitality suite I saw Carlos and Charles waiting for me, Carlos holding two cups of coffee.

Smart man – if he had some already brewed, we could cut down the interaction by… 2 minutes?

“Oh, look who it is, Charles, it’s the Bugatti team here to steal our race strategy,” said Carlos, laughing and shoving the coffee cup into my face, albeit a little too forcefully.

“Don’t be silly, we don’t steal losing strategies over at Bugatti,” I quipped back. Carlos let out a big laugh – one that almost seemed genuine. Charles padded on over and gave me a hug.

“Nice of you to visit us over at lonely old Ferrari,” he proclaimed.

“Well when Carlos boasted that Ferrari had the best coffee in the paddock, you know I had to come try it out. That’s a bold claim from the smooth operator,” I said, winking at the both of them. Carlos motioned for the three of us to sit down at a table, Carlos and I on one side and Charles across from us.

“So, you feeling ready for today? Must feel real good to have pole position,” I said, trying to sound excited for my brother. He deserved the pole position – he drove exceptionally well. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring any cake from Monaco with me in case you win.”

“It’s fine – I’ll just have to settle to forcing you to go out with me tonight to celebrate my win.” I rolled my eyes at that.

We continued on with a little more chit chat between the three of us for another ten minutes before Lizzie was motioning for me to leave. I had no doubt that she had made sure the Ferrari social coordinator got all the footage of the three of us. I gave Charles one last hug. As I went to turn around, I felt Charles push me slightly into Carlos, giving me a look that said ‘hug him.’

Had we already reached the hugging stage of our relationship? Gross.

Perhaps a little too awkwardly, I wrapped my hands around Carlos’ waist and gave him a hug. In return he wrapped his hands around my neck and gave me a soft squeeze. His body was incredibly warm and he was wearing that cologne again – the one he had worn the night I ran into him while waiting for the elevator in Italy – the one that smelled of lilacs and the sea. I closed my eyes for just a moment and drank it in, before opening them quickly, backing off from Carlos.

“Right, better get back. 1st place won’t be easy, so need to go prepare.” I gave my brother a little smirk and then head off in the direction of the Bugatti motor home.

“See, Georgie, that wasn’t so bad!” Lizzie announced as we left the Ferrari hospitality suite. She was right – it had actually been more manageable, but I wasn’t going to let Lizzie know that.

“Yes, it was good to see my brother,” I let out softly. Lizzie just smirked at that. She knew I would never admit that the coffee date wasn’t that bad, but she decided to take her wins where she could.

The next several hours revolved around me prepping for the race. There were training sessions with Chris, reaction time exercises, and race strategy reviews with Susie and Isabelle. I knew I was going to need a bit of a miracle if I was going to get on the podium, but I was prepared to put the work in. All I needed was a couple DNF’s – and Redbull, even Ferrari, were getting good at those.

“Alright, time to get in, Georgie,” I heard my race engineer Mel say from across the garage. I nodded, crawling into the car and attaching my radio.

“Is it always this hot in here?” I muttered to myself. I felt around for my water, and then pressed the radio button. “Umm, there seems to be an issue, the water is basically empty,” I called out.

“No issue Georgie, we needed to dump the weight so we gain a little more speed,” Mel casually responded.

Dump my water?! Did my race engineer not know it was 100 degrees outside. I grumbled in response. Mel had been with me since last year. She was a brilliant race engineer, one of the best, and when I signed for F1, I knew I had to take her with me. She had the strongest southern drawl I had ever heard, but her mathematics were on par Pete Bonnington over at Mercedes.

“Fine, but let’s not make a habit of it,” I remarked. I knew part of this was my fault. I had gotten 8th place on the grid and we needed to make up time. The WDC was at stake; I could survive a 90 minute race with just a little of water.

Before I knew it we were doing the formula lap. “How are things, GG?” GG was the name Mel called me over the radio – she had been doing it ever since we were racing in Indy Car when she proclaimed “Georgia is much too long!” during our first race together – so GG stuck.

“Feeling ok – wish me luck.”

“You never need it.”

I got to the 8th place spot and waited. The wait for the lights out was always the worst part of the race. The anticipation and thrill was always on the tip of my tongue. I loved starting the car off the grid – there were no words to describe the magic and wonder of driving a Formula 1 car. Every day I got into that car I was reminded of my dream.

And its light out and away we go…

The 5th light went out and I started the car as if I was a person who hadn’t eaten in a week and food had just been offered to me. I was hungry for this win – or to at least get on the podium. Within 3 seconds I had already jumped two places – nice. Pierre and George had gotten bad starts, and I certainly wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. “A good driver takes any opening they can get,” as my brother Lorenzo would say.

As I was crossing over the line and heading into lap 25, I saw the lights of Sergio Perez’s redbull start to come into play. Before I knew it I was passing him, and in my wing mirror I could see his car die on the side of the track.

“Yellow flag, GG, that’s P5 now.” Great, only 2 more places to go. “Order is Charles, Carlos, Lily, and Max. Max has something wrong with his front wing. Box Box.”

“Roger.” So Lily had managed to pass Max – nice one Lil.

I went into the pits and got a fresh set of tires, and then continued on my way.

“Yellow flag will be lifted this lap. Let’s push.”

And push I did. Within another ten laps I had gained DRS on Max and had quickly overtaken his Red Bull - I was now sitting P4 in the race, albeit with Max close behind.

“It’s real hot in here Mel, everything okay,” I mumbled into the radio. She agreed to check and quickly came back to confirm that the car was fine and I was to keep pushing. And push I did because as I reached lap 40, I was on the back of Lily.

“Tell Lily I have the pace, she needs to get out the way. She’s driving too slow.” I demanded on the radio. Not one of my finer moments – typically team orders came from engineers to drivers and not the other way round, but I knew I could pass my less experienced teammate. Max was on my ass and I knew if we didn’t pick up the pace, I would use the rest of my tyres defending my P4 position.

“Hold.” Was all Mel said.

“No – tell Susie that either Lily gives me the space or I’ll take it from her.” Isbabelle had made it clear when I joined we were a team of drivers. While I was clearly the number one driver and had the best hope of winning the World Drivers Championship, Isabelle wasn’t about to take podiums away from the other driver if we could help it. Demanding she give me her place wasn’t going to make Susie or Isabelle happy – but I knew I could get on this podium. I had to.

“Lily has been instructed to give you the position on the straight. Go quick.”

I didn’t respond to that, and as we reached the straight, I sailed on by her. “Thanks to Lily,” I mumbled, a little embarrassed by my outburst earlier, but now I was P3 and Carlos was only 5 seconds ahead of me. I could do this.

“And that’s fastest lap, GG.”

I’m not entirely sure what changed, but as I reached lap 42, I began to feel my heart beat slowing down, but I knew it had to be beating fast at this kind of racing speed. As I settled into the race pace chasing Carlos, I became acutely aware that I was incredibly hot – and my head felt like someone had just wacked it with a baseball bat. I sucked on my straw but I knew I was out of water, I had been out after lap 30. My lips and mouth were completely parched. I hadn’t felt this nauseous since the very last race of Indy Car when I knew if I won, I was taking home that trophy.

I went to press the radio button, but nothing came out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say anyway. There were only 15 laps left now – I could survive another 15 laps. I put my head down and focused on the road in front. I could see Carlos’ car up front, just needed another 2.5 seconds on him and I could get into DRS range.

“GG, you slowed down that lap more than expected. All ok?”

I wanted to respond to Mel, tell her how I was feeling, but I didn’t have the energy to utter the words, so I just kept driving and uttered an “uh huh” into the radio.

Lap 50. Seven more to go.

“Gap is now 3 seconds, GG.” I knew Mel was trying to encourage me to push, we had lost time on Carlos. She sounded lightly frustrated, but how could I tell her I was just trying to focus on just not passing out? It had to be almost 105 degrees outside.

Lap 56 rolled around and my radio went silent. It had become clear that they had accepted I was going to get P3.

“Last lap Georgia, let’s push for fastest lap. Charles currently holds it.”

I took a deep breath. Fastest lap would give me an extra point, and every point counted at this moment in time. I lifted my visor up and put it back down again, enjoying the 2 seconds of air that swept onto my face.

Fuck it Georgia, let’s push, I said to myself.

And push I did. It was as if time had stopped and I was the only one on the track. I was flying in what was probably the best lap of a Grand Prix I had ever done. I might have been blinded by the heat, but I would be damned if I was going to let my brother take this one, tiny victory from me.

“That’s P8 to P3 GG, very good and fastest lap. Congrats! Unfortunately Lily DNF’d at Lap 53 – issue with the battery forced her to come in and retire. Race order was Charles 1, Carlos 2, you 3.”

I groaned. Well, at least I didn’t have to feel guilty about taking her spot. It wasn’t the race win I had hoped for, but I was still fairly proud of myself. I pressed the radio button and went to say something to the team, but as I opened my mouth, a wave of intense nausea hit me – the adrenaline of the race had clearly run out and I all of a sudden realised how intensely ill I felt.

“Yeah… uh… thank… the team…” I gritted out, just barely. I supposed the team thought I was upset about the race, as no one said anything back to me. Truth be told, I was surprised I could utter anything out at all. As I made the last cooldown lap around the track, I entered the pit lane where the #3 sign was waiting for me and parked my car.

As I arrived at the parking spot, I could see Charles in the background, clearly celebrating his win. I smiled just a little bit – bastard did it after all, good for him, I thought. I went to pull myself up out of the car so I could go congratulate my brother, but my body didn’t move an inch. Had I just imagined doing that? I pulled again on the halo, but nothing happened. Maybe I just needed a quick moment to regroup. I made sure I was unhooked from the car and tried again.

Shit.

As my vision started to fade black, I felt someone begin to lift me out of the car.

Strong arms lifted me out of the cockpit and wrapped my arms around their shoulders. “I got you,” I heard a soft voice whisper. It wasn’t Charles, was it? The person quickly took my helmet off and put a straw in my mouth, still holding me up in my cockpit.

“Drink, slowly,” he reprimanded as I began to quickly suck the hydration liquid out of the water bottle. I inhaled a large breath and smelled something familiar.

Lilacs and the sea. The realisation hit me – it was Carlos holding me.

As I began to come to, I opened my eyes and looked straight into his brown eyes. They were soft, full of concern, and staring right back into mine. As I observed his face I noticed he had the smallest freckle on the side of his right eye; I had never noticed that before. Our faces were mere inches apart, and his breathing was steady. He really was a beautiful man. What is wrong you with, I thought to myself. You almost passed out in your car and here you are ogling the enemy.

Must be the heat exhaustion.

“Keep drinking,” he commanded. I listened and grabbed onto his shoulder tighter as he pulled me from the cockpit. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my brother running towards me, panic written all of his face. Carlos set me on the ground, but held onto me completely, letting me put my weight on him. My feet were unsteady, but as I began to feel the breeze against my face, I was feeling a bit stronger.

Charles reached out to grab me from Carlos, but Carlos blocked his way. “I got her, don’t crowd her,” he told my brother. Charles wasn’t one to listen to anyone – but I could tell he was panicked enough to back off just a tad, giving me some room. By now a few of the other drivers had come over – Max and Lewis included.

“Let’s take her to the medical tent,” I heard Lewis suggest.

Before I knew what was happening, Carlos had picked me up in his arms bridal style, and he and my brother were moving me towards the medical tent. I could hear Mel and Susie behind, calling out to Carlos and Charles, asking what had happened.

“Probably just heat exhaustion,” the doctor declared as we entered the medical tent. He had seen the footage, and was already prepping IV packets. As Carlos set me down on the medical bed, I was beginning to come to and feel quite a bit better. Sure, I was still hot in my several layers of racing clothing – but I no longer had the intense nausea that I had experienced in the car.

“I’m fine,” I finally spoke up, looking at the rather growing group of people in the medical tent. “Just give me a minute and then I can go weigh myself.”

Charles scoffed. “Peaches, you need to lie down for a bit.” But before anyone could stop me, I was standing up – a little unsteady – but still standing. My brother had just won his second F1 race of the season and I had fought long and hard to be on that podium with him – nothing was going to stop me.

“How about this,” the doctor suggested, “you can head to the podium celebration, but I expect to see you here right after for IV fluids.” I nodded – seemed fair enough. “And take this water and hydration package with you.” Before I could protest, the doctor dumped a bunch of water and a packet into the Ferrari water bottle I was still holding – Carlos’s water bottle.

Charles helped me from the tent and we set foot towards the cool down room where I proceeded to rip off my race suit and tie it around my waste. My fireproof shirt was absolutely soaked through and sticking to me. Not the classiest look, but if the F1 cameras weren’t in the room, I definitely would have taken my shirt off.

Not that it had stopped Carlos. As I turned around, I saw a shirtless Carlos sitting on one of the chairs, rubbing his soaking wet hair with his shirt. I stared for what was probably a little too long, and then sat down next to Charles, who was forcing the water bottle back into my mouth,

“Drink, Peaches,” he demanded, a serious look in his eyes. I knew he was annoyed that I had come to the cool down room – but I was insistent.

As Charles turned to his left, he saw the shirtless Carlos who was watching the replay on the screen. I heard him mumble something to Carlos, who only mumbled something dryly back to Charles. He turned back to me and smirked a little. I had been caught.

So sue me – Carlos was attractive. No one had accused me of being blind, just of being bad at media. It was clear that Carlos had been told to put his shirt back on, because he rolled his eyes but slapped his sweaty shirt back on. Show is over ladies, I thought to myself. I’m sure there would be hundreds of gifs of shirtless Carlos all over the internet by tomorrow.

Soon we were ushered onto the podium, wearing our Pirelli hats and spraying champagne all over Charles. If someone asked me one of my favourite moments, I would happily say it was any of the times I stood on the podium with my brother. It didn’t matter who had the higher step – being with Charles on that podium was a dream come true.

Once the anthems were done and champagne spraying was finished, we walked back down to the paddock. Susie and Paula, Bugatti’s team doctor, met me at the bottom of the steps and ushered me back towards the medical tent. After 20 minutes of IV prep and some Tylenol, I was beginning to feel like a new person. The plus side was, I was definitely missing the podium press conference, it probably started 5-10 minutes ago.

“How do you feel?” asked Isabelle. She had arrived just a few minutes ago to check on me.

“Much better, thank you.”

“That was an excellent race today. You showed great pace. We’ll get them next week.” I nodded. It was likely we were going to address my sudden outburst on the team radio, but fortunately it seemed like Isabelle would give me some reprieve today.

“Well, since you’re feeling better, I guess you had better get prepared for the winners conference. Starts in 30 – they pushed it back in hopes that you would feel better.” If I hadn’t known better, I could have sworn that I saw a slight smile on Isabelle’s face.

Well, shit.

Had Isabelle asked them to push back the conference as punishment for the outburst on the radio? Most definitely. Isabelle knew how to push my buttons.

I guess if I had stayed in 4th place, I wouldn’t have had to do media.

When I entered the press conference, I walked over to Carlos and handed him his water bottle.

“Thank you, for today,” I said softly.

He took the water bottle and shook it a bit. “You should finish what’s in here.” I raised my eyebrow and gave him a questioning look. Did Carlso Sainz… care? I mean, he had had to care a bit – he needed this arrangement too, but even I had to admit he was being awfully nice for us having ‘just started’ our relationship. I simply nodded at him and took a seat on the other side of Charles, who was clearly enjoying being in the middle seat this time.

Charles leaned over and whispered, “Ferrari water bottle looks good in your hand, ya know.”

“Oh yeah, you going to give me your seat next year?” I whispered back.

Before Charles could get another word in, the press conference began. The journalists started with their usual questions they had for the winner – a discussion on the tires and new track. As the discussion turned to the temperatures, the journalist turned to me.

“So Olivia, how are you feeling after that? You looked pretty worse for wear out there at the end of the race.”

I nodded, picking up the microphone to respond. “Yeah, as you know we’ve been dealing with weight issues and the team felt it necessary to limit my water – bit of a trough call, because we needed to better balance the car due to my starting 8th, but still – I don’t think it’s a call we can make again.” I winced at the last part; probably not what Isabelle wanted me to say but it was the truth – I couldn’t do that again.

“Well we’re glad you are ok. But I have to ask, since there’s a big push to get more women in the sport, do you think your heat sensitivity had anything to do with the fact you’re a woman?”

As the journalist asked the question I just stared at the guy blankly, dumbfounded was the only way I could express how I felt. I could feel Charles tense up next to me, but before either of us could say anything, I heard a thick Spanish accent in the microphone next to me.

“Did you not just hear her? She said the lack of water in the car was the reason. What does that have to do with being a woman?” The voice was rough and laced with frustration. I turned to the right and saw Carlos standing, getting closer to the journalist, clearly expecting an answer direct to his face.

The journalist looked shocked, his mouth agape as he stared directly into Carlos’ eyes.

“You know, we all struggle with water consumption in the cars. With the weight restrictions, we often have to face minimising water with our set ups, depending on the track temps and our place in qualifying,” Charles spoke up, clearly trying to clear the tension in the air and deescalate the situation. We knew the press didn’t like me, but we couldn’t risk them starting to turn on Carlos as well. Charles stood up and tapped Carlos on the shoulder, who had already begun retreating to his seat, the look of fury in his eyes.

“Right, yes, sure,” was all the journalist would retort, clearly still a little shocked from Carlos outburst. I turned to look at Carlos, who was making a point to still stare at the journalist.

“Judging by the fact that Lily was able to complete 98% of the race without passing out, I would say no, it has nothing with me being a woman and everything to do with my set up and lack of water,” I said, starting to gain confidence in myself. “We drive 300kph in temperatures well above 100 degrees. We learned a lot about the car this weekend and we learned about our limits, and that’s what matters. You can’t be perfect all the time, and that’s what I learned this weekend.

But what I can say, is that I’ll be back next weekend stronger than ever. I mean, someone has to show Chili how to get on the Barcelona podium.” And with that, I turned to my right and winked at Carlos.

As I turned back to the center, I heard a laugh coming from my right. I’m not sure if it was shock, but Carlos was head back, eyes closed, actually laughing in his seat. Charles also had a smile on his lips.

“We’ll see about that, Cariño, we’ll see,” he said, a smile on his face.

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davescheapgarage · 5 months

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#alfa romeo #p3

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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Can I ask you a question? (LH44)

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings! Angst, bit smutish, enemies to lovers, it’s 16+!!

“Oh and Y/N is out! Her first DNF of the season. But who was it Martin? Did you see? Who crashed onto her”

“I think it may have been Hamilton. Or Norris”

“Let’s see the replay. AND IT WAS INDEED HER TEAMMATE THAT TOOK HER OUT! Ouch! First Mercedes DNF of the season. Don’t know how happy Toto will be after this” Crofty commented

“At least she wasn’t hurt. It seemed like a pretty bad crash. She spun all the way to the barriers”

Hamilton Radio 📻

L: Is Y/N okay? She didn’t leave the space and I couldn’t break! Verstappen was behind me

B: she’s out of the car and seems fine. Focus on the race Lewis and prepare for a penalty.

A lap later

B: Lewis you have a 5 seconds penalty. Gonna serve it at the pit stop, okay?

L: Got it. Is Y/N? back at her motorhome?

B: she’s okay. She’s with Toto

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“Lewis Hamilton wins the British Grand Prix and secures the championship gap between Max Verstappen!”

Asshole! I was praying for a slow pitstop besides the penalty but they were more than prepared to put the tyres in under 2.5 seconds. Thanks to Lewis, Checo is now P3 in the Drivers Championship. Fucking hell.

Ever since I was signed for Mercedes is like he hates me. I get that after 2016 he’s been having a rough patch, but that doesn’t mean he should bottle all my chances of doing well in the championship too!

Now I know why Nico and Valtteri gave up so soon.

Of course I went to see the podium. Charles was P3 and I was very proud of him. And for Max too. We were childhood friends and I’m glad for all of their successes. When they saw me under the podium, both of them rushed to wash me with champagne and check out to see if I am doing well.

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“He is a great guy! There’s no doubt to that, but due to the pressure Mercedes puts on his back, it’s like he becomes a whole lot of different person on track. I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose” Valtteri tries to reassure me but I don’t seem to calm down.

I could feel my heart breaking when I felt my car going on the gravel and into the barriers. I was more scared about my career at that point, than my own self. I was so close to winning and in a glimpse, it was taken away from me.

“I don’t know Valtteri. He is a nice guy but I feel like he does it on purpose, so Toto won’t take me seriously and kick me from the team. And I don’t wanna mess up my chance. I don’t know which team is willing to take me in if I get sent out.”

Before Valtteri could finish his sentence, a flash figure appeared right next to me, slowly approaching. It was Lewis.

“Hey Valtteri. Uhm, do you mind if I steal Y/N for a moment? Can we talk in private?”

He look at me then at Bottas with a worrying look as if I would say no. That was my intention at first, until Valtteri gave me a look to go and talk to him.

“Yes, sure Lewis! Also Congratulations on the win!” Bottas flashed him a smile and paves his way back to the Alfa Romeo garage.

Lewis kept looking at me while I was looking at every other driver being interviewed, and alongside them Toto talking with George. Oh no! My heart sunk for a moment. Was I going to lose my seat to Russell? All because of an accident that I wasn’t to blame? I hoped to god this didn’t happen.

“Can we talk please? Y/N?” He softly grabbed my arm and I flinched at his touch. But why did I though?

“Ok, speak!” I finally faced him. His eyes were filled with sadness and disappointment. That’s definitely not the look a winner should have.

“Can we go somewhere more privately? I don’t want to be here. I promise I won’t waste your time” he almost seemed as if he was begging

“My time as it seems is over, so why not give my remains to you. Let’s go” I followed him back to his motorhome. There, Lewis locked his door and put the ‘Do not disturb’ sign outside. Weird. Really odd

“So what’s up? What did you wanted to talk about?”

“I wanted to talk about the crash”

“What about the crash?”

“I want to apologize. I panicked. You barely left any space and with Max pressuring me from behind, I didn’t think clearly. If I had pulled back, there was a possibility all three of us would end up on the wall or crash to each other”

“So you decided to just throw me in the wall? Your teammate?”

“Instead of being crashed my both Max and me, I’d be easier to lead you towards the gravel. That would ease your way to the barriers and wouldn’t get hurt as much as you would have”

“You could have gone outside of the track and overtake me from there. Would have been a penalty, but still a double podium for the team. Or do you truly not care about the team and just yourself?”

“You know it firsthand that being in a position like this, inside a car, going at 300 speed is risky and decisions aren’t easily made under pressure.”

“Still you benefited-“ before I could finish my sentence

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about the championship. I don’t care about the race nor me winning. At that moment and every given moment whenever we race I think about you and how I want you to finish the race in a good position. I’m always hoping it’s first or at least on the podium. Whether I had 7 or no championships, I would still care about you”

The words that came out of Lewis’s mouth, left me truly speechless. Is he seriously thinking about me during the race? When everyone else is thinking about the win or a decent finish?

“If you don’t believe me, ask Bono how many times I’ve asked about you on the radio after your crash or every other time during the past races. Go ahead”

“No no, I-I- I can believe it. I’m just curious about the why? Why care about me? Teammates should obviously care about each other but not think about the other during the race or generally ask about them on the team radio”

It seemed like Lewis was struggling to find an answer for my question. He was trying to say something but simply couldn’t. As if a wall had been lifted that was preventing him from saying it.

“Because I am actually mad for you! I would lose all my races just to see you succeed and smile on top of the podium, than be on the podium and not smile because you’re second”

Lewis came closer to me with us being inches apart from one another. We had never been so close. His hands cupped my cheeks, while mine were unable to move. I didn’t move away from him. I felt the softness of him surrounding me.

“Do you have any idea how mad I was when I saw you hugging the other guys after the podium and not me? I would have died to be at their shoes that moment. And almost every time you hug another driver after the celebration”

His lips were mere centimeters away from mine slowly closing the gap, on what made it our first kiss. His smooth and soft moves made me feel as if I was in heaven. My heart and brain were shocked. Suddenly, the kiss became hungrier, which led Lewis’s tongue interact with mine. That lead to me letting a soft groan come out of my mouth. He picked me up and lead us to his small bed on the motorhome. I was placed on his lap and kept on kissing one another. His mouth begun leaving my lips and following a path down to my neck. My nails dug deep into his back, removing the shirt he was wearing, revealing his multiple tattoos on his tinned chest. Sweet lord. His fingers were caressing my womanhood hardly, until I felt the wetness underneath me. Was I actually doing this with my teammate, who I had sworn he hated me?

“That will teach the others a lesson”

“What lesson?”

“Never steal my teammate”

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#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #formula 1 #mercedes #lewis hamilton one shot

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MEXICAN GP RACE RECAP

Interesting FP1 with the tests for Pirelli and 5 reserve drivers on the grid.

The 5 drivers were :

Theo Pourchair -> Alfa Romeo

Oliver Bearman -> Haas

Isack Hadjar -> AlphaTauri

Jack Doohan -> Alpine

Frederik Vesti -> Mercedes

Out of these 5 I think Bearman showed geat potential.

Both Ferraris had car issues that oddly enough were repaired before the end of the session.

Didn't get to watch FP2 ( I was way too tired bc of work) and im kinda bummed about it. I saw it rained at some point and after that Leclerc didn't manage good laps, wasn't as fast ?

FP3 was a bit all over the place imo, they tried testong for qualy and race pace... all of it in 60 min.

Albon was really good all through the 3 practices !

Stroll impeding on Sainz was a bit too much, not for the impeding itself but more bc of how dangerous it was.

QUALIFY

I think the main surprise here was Ricciardo, I mean, we all know he is a very good driver but did we expect him to end up P4 ?

As soon as qualify started, it was clear there was a difference with track temperature. Albon was great during practice but as soon as temp was a bit lower felt a huge difference with the car (could it be he had actual damage?).

Leclerc impressed everyone setting a very good time on Mediums, honestly couldn’t believe it when I saw it.

Norris surprised everyone (me included) by not making it to Q2. It looked like he really struggled to put together a decent lap… and the yellow flag certainly didn’t help.

The yellow flag also made another victim, Sargeant received a 10-place grid penalty for overtaking during a yellow flag.

As opposed to Q1, Q2 was very uneventful.

Alonso was left out of Q3, this last part of the season is really not being kind to him.

Albon was left out of Q3 for track limits, he really struggled with the car.

Ferrari got a first row lockout (😍), what could possibly go wrong ?

As said before, Ricciardo got P4… in an AlphaTauri ! Let that sink in ! He really did a miracle !

Perez got outqualified by Ricciardo.

Perez in a RedBull got “beaten” by Ricciardo in an AlphaTauri.

Verstappen got P3, and this is possibly the only track where starting on poleis not the best thing so I think he will be P1 out of Turn 1.

RACE

We knew it was gonna be an interesting race from the start. The Ferraris didn’t have a good start and Verstappen took advantage of that. Perez was eager to do good in his Home race but ended up half on top of Leclerc’s car and being OUT of race.

In the contact with Perez, Leclerc suffered a minor front wing damage that has been investigated for Unsafe Driving Conditions but found in compliance so no further action was taken.

Magnussen had a pretty bad accident, probably a problem with his car, and went into the barriers (hopefully he is okay). This caused a RED FLAG that played in favor for Red Bull and a little against Ferrari (strategy wise); in the restart Leclerc mantiened P2 on Hamilton but then got overtaken by Lewis, also because Hamilton was on Mediums and Leclerc was on Hards.

Norris proved to be a great driver and McLaren proved to have made important upgrades to the car in the second half of the season… from P17 to P5, wow 😮!

Also happy Ricciardo got his first points in this season and too bad for Tsunoda, he was having a good race until that contact with Piastri.

Ferrari didn’t do bad but they proved they have many issues still, especially with hard tyres.

🏎️❤️

#formula one #f1 #formula 1 #ferrari #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #tifosi #max verstappen #mexican gp 2023 #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #checo perez #yuki tsunoda

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A Racer’s Heart

Chapter 1

F1Driver!Jeno x Reader x F1Driver!Jaemin

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Word count: 3K+

Warnings: swearing

Author’s Note: IM BACK LOVELIES!!!! Ahhhh so a little update, I am back to uni again, a quarter of my family moved away, I was in a relationship, that ended, and more that’s not coming to mind right now. I don’t know how often I’m gonna be writing, I want to do more but the reality is I don’t have as much time as before. Also I took major steps back from K-pop, I think there was just too much going on in the community that I couldn’t keep up with it anymore. Anyway, hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3

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Formula One (also known as Formula 1 or F1) is the highest class of international racing for open-wheel single-seater formula racing cars sanctioned by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA). The World Drivers' Championship, which became the FIA Formula One World Championship in 1981, has been one of the premier forms of racing around the world since its inaugural season in 1950. The word formula in the name refers to the set of rules to which all participants' cars must conform. A Formula One season consists of a series of races, known as Grands Prix, which take place worldwide on both purpose-built circuits and closed public roads.

This is your first season with NCT, but your 4th season in Formula 1, as a race engineer for the infamous Lee Jeno. Jeno had entered the sport when he was just 18, racing for Alfa Romeo, however now he was with a team that matched his talent. He was in a competitive car this season. As exciting as it was for Jeno, it was exciting for you too.

You had known Jeno since before his days at Alfa Romeo. You had been his race engineer since formula 4, when you were assigned to Jeno for a race, by mistake. Jeno went on to win his first f4 race with you as the person talking him through it. Since then you had been his race engineer for every race he entered in. And you watched Jeno dominate in formula 3, and formula 2 before entering into formula 1. And even in a non competitive care, he continued to outperform expectations.

You were gonna stay by his side, and watch him stand on the top of the podium as champion of the world, talking him through the entire time.

However, your heart might have other plans for you.

“That’s P4, Jen, P4.”

“Fuck, that was a good lap,” you could hear Jeno chuckle on the other side.

“Race like that tomorrow, and you’ll be on the podium,”

“We’ll be on the podium,” Jeno corrected you, “I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ll meet you in the garage.”

You took off the headset, and took a sigh of relief. No matter how many free practices, qualifying sessions or races you talked Jeno through, you never liked it. You don’t remember when you started to feel anxious about seeing Jeno in the car, but you knew you couldn’t sit still until he was out of it.

You took note of where everyone was on the grid, Jeno didn’t care if the information pertained to him or not, he wanted to know it. You met Jeno by the car to be right where he got out.

“P4,” you said with the biggest smile you could manage for Jeno, P4 was well above anyone’s expectations for qualifying. Since this was Jeno’s first season with NCT, he was expected to qualify P7, P8. Although you're not too surprised about P4, Jeno had a habit of making his talents known.

“P4 today, P1 tomorrow,” Jeno said with a smile, as the two of you began to walk to his dressing room.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Leclerc is still on pole. Verstappen is P2, Sainz P3, Na P5, Perez P6, Hamilton P7, Bottas is P8,”

“Bottas?” Jeno questioned cutting you off, “in the Alfa Romeo?”

“The Ferrari is fast, and Alfa Romeo is a Ferrari engine.”

“Who rounds out the top ten?”

“Maggunsen at P9, and Alonso at P10.”

Jeno sat in the chair, leaning back, his head tilted up, looking at you. “You know, I’m so lucky to have you?”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you appreciate me more then?” You asked, not being serious at all, just teasing Jeno.

“I do,” Jeno stood up now, coming close to you, “I am forever grateful to you.”

Seven years, you have known Jeno for seven years now, almost going on eight. Jeno has been with you through getting your GED, all through college, three boyfriends, getting your first place and more. He is your longest standing relationship, that it makes you question just how platonic everything is.

“Go already (y/n), I’ll look at your notes, and we’ll go over it tomorrow.” Jeno said, stepping away, grabbing the tablet with your notes. “I’m serious, go.”

You let out the breath you were holding, “alright,” you gathered your things before exiting, turning back one last time for the night, “call me if you have any questions, I’m serious, you know I’m a night owl.”

“I will,” Jeno smiled back to you.

You laid in your hotel room, scrolling through the usual social media, when a very curious caption caught your eye. It was a quote taken from a post qualifying interview from today.

“I think Sunday is more important than Saturday… We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to form any opinions.” Quote from Na Jaemin, about today’s qualifying.

You clicked the link to read the article about that particular interview. To which, Jaemin had subtly stated that Jeno out qualifying him was a complete luck, and that tomorrow would show who is the better driver overall.

Your first thought was to call Jeno and tell him the ridiculous lies that Jaemin was spewing out, but knowing teddy bear Jeno, he would tell you to just let it go. That his racing will speak for him, that what Jaemin said is nothing but words.

So without Jeno having to tell you, you did exactly that, you let it go, for now.

Sunday, race day. You were excited to say the least, you met Jeno in the hotel before going down to the paddock.

“You’re starting P4, Sainz is ahead of you,” you remind Jeno, “It’s gonna be difficult getting through Leclerc and Verstappen, so your main competition is going to be Sainz.”

“Are you saying that the best I can do is P3?” Jeno asked with just enough of a glint in his eye for most people to assume he was teasing, but not enough to convince you that he wasn’t serious.

“You can win it today, but it’s more important that you cross the finish line than winning,” you say. Jeno still looks a little in between, not fully convinced, you stop him before walking into the NCT motorhome. “You’re gonna do great, you’re gonna show everyone your worth of your seat, and you’re gonna come home safely,” you take a breath, “and maybe you can win on top of all that?” You smiled.

“Yeah I think I can win on top of all of that,” Jeno smiled once again. He always tended to be an overthinker. Always in his own head about things, allowing other people's opinions to fester inside of him, he never could pull himself out of his own thoughts. You would always do that for him.

All the cars lined up after the formation lap, you sat in front of your screen with the other race engineers.

“P4 and P5, the goal is to maintain positions.” Taeyong announced to the entire crew. NCT finished in 4th in the Championship last season, just behind Ferrari, ahead of Mclaren. Taeyong’s goal for this season was 3rd or better. In the practice sessions of this weekend, the car was on par with the Redbull but behind the Ferrari, so 3rd should be achievable. If all was to go well.

“Radio check, 1, 2. Can you hear me Jen?”

“Loud and clear,” Jeno responded back clear as day.

‘And its lights out and away we go.’

“We’re gonna box this lap, box.” You spoke into the mic, telling Jeno what to do.

“Did you just tell Lee to box?” Mark, another race engineer asked, in a panicky manner.

“Yeah, that was the strategy we all agreed on,” you answered back, worry starting to fill you.

“Na was supposed to be first then Lee,” Mark looked even more panicked than earlier.

“We’re double stacking?” You questioned as you turned your attention out to the pit lane, where the crew waits with two sets of medium tyres.

You watched, holding your breath as Jeno pulled into the slot, his tyres removed, a new set screwed on, and he was released just as Jaemin came up to the garage. You let out your breath, as the double stacking worked.

“2.2,” shouted one of the crew, to let everyone know Jeno’s pit stop was 2.2 seconds, “2.3” and Jaemin’s was 2.3 seconds. You and Mark high fives over a successful double stacking.

Just before Taeyong shouted out, “what the fuck was that?” You and Mark turned back to look at Taeyong, both of your guys face going pale. “That wasn’t the strategy.”

“Yeah but it worked.” Mark smiled.

“If you keep fucking up, you minus well work at Ferrari.”

“Come on boss, it’s only Bahrain, cut us a little slack,” you smiled sweetly at Taeyong. You had heard more than once, from more than one person that Taeyong was a bit uptight during the race, and that he’s much more reasonable after a race.

“That’s the checked flag, Jen, P3! P3!” You shouted into the mic for Jeno to hear.

“LETS GO,” Jeno shouted out loud into the radio, “fuck that felt good, I can’t wait to see you.”

“I’ll be waiting at the bottom of the podium for you,” you spoke into the mic once again. Your heart twisting just a bit knowing that your words were heavy with feelings. Funny thing, Jeno is actually the reason your last relationship didn’t work out. Although you refused to tell Jeno that. Your previous partner thought that you and Jeno were too close, that you guys were always more than just friends.

When Jeno asked why your partner ended it, you just said that it was because of conflicting schedules. It would crush Jeno to know that it was him, no matter how many times you would try to convince him that it was for the best. He would just believe that he was standing in the way of your chance to be happy.

You looked up at the podium watching Jeno spray the champagne, you could feel the light droplets of the liquid, tap down on your face. Jeno shook hands with Charles and Carlos, before taking a picture together. You felt this sudden heat radiating next to you, you turned to see Jaemin standing next to you. He must’ve just arrived after his weigh in. He looked very handsome, handsomely angry standing next to you, watching his competition standing on the podium. And vaguely, just a hint of emotion behind the anger was admiration.

You turned back to watch Jeno enjoy the podium, before saying “have you formed any opinions, Na?” You side eyed Jaemin. You watched him huff, before turning to walk back to the garage.

“1, 2, 3, say cheese,”

You smiled brightly turning to look at Jeno, when the flash went off, he remained staring straight. Trophy in one hand, the other one wrapped around you.

“Okay, good.” The photographer announced.

Jeno looked back at you, finally, his eyes curved like little moons. “What a good race,” Jeno’s smile never leaves his face. Jaemin came around to the two of you.

“Congratulations, Lee,” Jaemin stuck out his hand for Jeno to shake, “good race.”

“Thanks Jaemin,” Jeno took Jaemin’s hand in a firm grasp. The two come together for a hug, before both parting their own ways. You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes, because at the end of the day, whatever rivalry that goes on between Jeno and Jaemin. It stays on the track, the minute they step out of the car, they are colleagues, co-workers. It was like that for all the drivers, rivals on the track, friends off the track.

As soon as you made it back to the hotel, you started packing up all your belongings. You flew out to Saudi first thing in the morning, and you had meetings all day Monday.

The time in between races went by faster than you wished. Before you knew it, it was Friday again and Jeno was getting ready for free practice 1.

“Based on last week, the car should have the straight line speed, in the turns that’s all you,” you said to Jeno as he got strapped in his seat, before you went back to the pit wall.

“I got it,” Jeno smiled, as he put on his gloves.

“Safe release yeah?” You said to one of Jeno’s mechanics. You watched as Jeno drove out, down the pit lane, onto the race track. He started off with an outlap, just getting the car right. Just before he got to the line, “remember talk to me Jen,” you reminded. Jeno did have a habit of getting too much into the groove, and forgetting to relay conditions.

“Yes ma’am,” you heard Jeno chuckle. He started his lap, absolutely flying through the circuit.

“He’s too wide into turn 4,” Doyoung, one of the race strategists, said as the both of you watched Jeno on the monitor.

“Keep it tight into turn 4 Jen,” you spoke over the radio, trying to remind Jeno gently.

“I’m trying, but I’m loosing the rear too much,” Jeno was clearly frustrated.

“We should end the session early for him,” you said to Doyoung, not wanting to risk further damage to the car.

“He needs to run more laps, we don’t have enough data for the race yet,” Doyoung said, as he reviewed the screens, “have him pit for a break, but send him back out before free practice ends.”

“Yes,” you obliged, “Jen, box box.”

“The car has too much oversteer,” Jeno said, clearly frustrated about free practice. He couldn’t find his pace in the car, not nearly as much as he wanted to. “I like a little more oversteer too, but that was just insane.”

You sat in the debriefing room with all the race engineers and strategist, as well as Jeno, Jaemin and Taeyong. “I have to agree with Jeno on this,” Jaemin said as he leaned back into his chair. You looked at him for a good moment, thinking that he was actually very handsome, but only when he wasn’t talking. “The oversteer is insane, the steering wheel is pointless,” Jaemin said, and just like that he wasn’t handsome to you anymore.

“We can adjust that, but it’s gonna take time to find the right balance, for the both of you,” Johnny, the chief technical engineer, who designed the car, said, “it won’t be done by the next race.”

“It could also be the track, I wouldn’t do any drastic changes yet,” Jeno spoke, trying to considerate of everyone else, “last weekend the car felt good, we were on pace with the Mercedes.”

“Jaemin?” Taeyong asked, looking at his other driver now.

“No, I agree, if there’s still an oversteer problem by free practice 3 than maybe we need to make an adjustment, but right now is too early,” Jaemin looked around the table, making his opinion heard, “we’re just being honest with what we feel in the car.” Jaemin gestured to himself and Jeno.

“Good,” Taeyong said, “y/n, mark, you have the code list, go over it with your drivers, this is gonna be the list until Spain. Other than that, you guys are dismissed.”

Everyone began to gather their things, and leave, “oh Jaemin,” Taeyong spoke up before you and Jeno had left the room, “go see Ten, he wants to go over some PR stuff with you.”

You could hear Jaemin scoff, but you just smirked to yourself. That’s what he gets for making comments about your driver.

“P6 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line for qualifying.

“Not bad team, let’s get them tomorrow,” Jeno said as he made his way into the pit lane. You met Jeno in the garage, after getting the car settled in it’s spot. After Jeno got out of the car, “where did Jaemin qualifie?”

“Jaemin was knocked out in Q2, he’s P12 for tomorrow.”

“Who’s ahead of me?”

“Ocon, ahead of him Verstappen,”

“Behind me?”

“Russell and then Alonso” you said.

“Ocon shouldn’t be a problem, but Max is something else,” Jeno said, thinking about the overtakes for tomorrow. “Russell and Alonso behind me isn’t great either though.”

“It’s gonna be a difficult one for sure, but you’ll get it done.”

“That’s P8 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line at the end of the race.

“I’m sorry team, could’ve done better,” Jeno said, clearly upset about those last few laps.

“Jeno, this is Taeyong, that was a good race,” Taeyong spoke quickly, “you did good Jeno, proud of you man.”

“Thanks team, we’ll bring it next time.” You could hear Jeno chuckle just a little this time. “Y/n, where did Na finish?”

“P12, just outside the points,” you answered. “I’ll see you in garage Jen.”

After Jeno finished his weigh in and he finally met you in the garage, did you properly congratulate him for a truly spectacular race. “I finished lower than what I started,” Jeno sighed.

“You did good, and you raced hard, that’s what’s important.” You answered, “not to mention you also came home safely and you finished within the points.”

“I guess,” Jeno said in between sips of water, clearly exhausted from the race. At this time you could see Jaemin walking towards the both of you.

Jaemin came up on Jeno’s side, sticking out his hand, “good race Lee,” Jaemin said with a firm shake and a pat on the back.

“You too Na,” Jeno answered kindly. You couldn’t help but scoff just a bit. Jaemin side-eyed you a bit before walking away without another word. “Play nicely y/n,” Jeno said, giving you a look, after Jaemin had walked a bit away.

“I always do,” you smirked, before turning on your heels to make it back towards the hospitality room.

“Yeah right,” Jeno said loud enough for you to hear, before following after you.

In the media pen, Jaemin was making his rounds for the post-race interviews.

“Jaemin, thoughts after the race?” One lady asked.

“Um it was a difficult one,” Jaemin answered, wiping the sweat away from his face with the back of his arm. You just happened to be in the area, Jeno was also making his rounds, and you were waiting for him. “I obviously didn’t qualify in the best place, and we lost places early on in the race, so it definitely wasn’t one of my better performances.”

You were close enough to hear Jaemin, as well as the following question, “this is the second race in a row that your teammate has outperformed you, do you think there’s gonna be some added pressure now? Maybe a little more determination to do better?”

You couldn’t, for the life of you, understand why reporters would ask those type of questions. Questions that attempt to provoke a reaction. Questions that fueled fake rivalries. You knew the drivers hated being asked those types of questions. However, nonetheless you stayed close enough to hear Jaemin’s answer.

Jaemin chuckled before responding, “I mean of course there’s added pressure when you’re not performing at the same level that you were the previous season, but that’s not Jeno’s fault. And of course there’s determination to do better, but that’s regardless of how Jeno is doing, because I know I’m not doing as good as I did last season.”

You were thoroughly surprised at Jaemin’s answer. You didn’t expect Jaemin to give a very clean answer, you genuinely thought that he wouldn’ve hinted at his poor performance being Jeno’s fault, but truly he didn’t.

“I see, thank you for your time Jaemin,” the reporter smiled.

“Thank you,” Jaemin smiled at the reporter, and for half a second you blushed at his smile. He looked very handsome, post-race, race suit tied around his waist, hair slightly out of place, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead, pearly whites flashing with a bad boy smile.

“Are you drooling at my driver?” Mark, Jaemin’s race engineer, asked catching you in a moment of weakness.

“There’s many drivers in that media pen, I could be drooling at any number of them,” you scoffed at Mark’s accusations.

Just as you were packing up your stuff for the night, getting ready to head back to the hotel, you could hear someone talking. You peaked around the corner to see who it was. It was Jaemin, he was on the phone.

“I know…I know…” Jaemin sounded frustrated with whomever he was talking to. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but it’s not your fault if the person is talking loud enough for you to hear. “It’s only the second race of the season,” Jaemin sighed.

You peaked around the corner again, to see Jaemin running his hand through his hair. You took notice of his grip on the phone against his ear, get tighter. “I didn’t call to be scolded by you Dad, I called to check in on mom,” Jaemin said finally, his tone sent chills down your spine.

That was your que to leave, you turned to go in the other direction, you slipped on a pair of earbuds pretending not to be able to hear anything. Thankfully just in time, Jaemin ended up pacing, and walking around the corner in your direction. By the time Jaemin saw you, you had your poker face ready, and your music playing. Jaemin took notice of the earbuds you were wearing, already drawing the conclusion that you didn’t hear him. He walked back to where he came from, while you walked in the opposite direction.

You officially called it a night after that, heading straight for the hotel. You figured you would just completely forget you heard anything.

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