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sofs16 · 1 year ago

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our trust

part 1: a paddock day , part 2: our leclerc win, part 3: our love in photos, part 4: our home, part 5: ripples in our love

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the night of the fight, charles was slapped with the harsh reality you had left as he entered your shared home.

usually, you would provide him with delicious food you cooked by the time he was home. now, he had to walk next block to pick up some food. though he could just order, he opted not to wallow on the couch and take the 5 minute walk.

the first thing that stood out to him as he entered was your shoes. white stilettos you’d wear on your date nights, beige sandals you wore practically everywhere, and the adidas shoes he had gotten your for your anniversary with a strawberry keychain, your favorite.

he stared back at the empty coat hanger where yours was, usually. then he made his way to the living room, no blanket of yours was there or those little stuffed toys he had grown to love and appreciate over the last few months.

making his way to the dining or kitchen area, it was only set for one. he sat down staring at your seat. the same seat where he had pleaded you to stay.

after eating, he made it back to your shared room. the things he noticed at first glance was baffling. no salt lamp you loved so dearly, no fluffy blanket you loved, no slippers beside the bed, your skincare products all gone, your jewelry box missing from your bedside table, and many more.

he saw your closet halved of what it was. he sighed and took his pajamas before entering the bathroom and feeling the hole in his chest grow deeper. he had done this to himself.

he settled in your side of the bed, hoping to feel the last ounce of you. scrolling on his phone, he conversed with the grid on his mistakes and what he should do. pierre had told him to march over to france and beg yn to take him back, alonso was strongly opposed to that, suggesting to charles he should give her space but also make himself known. so that’s what he did.

he texted you every time he could and also stalked every yn fanpage known to man. when he got the message you wanted to meet at baku, he held himself from screaming in excitement as he was having dinner with the grid.

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

september 10, 2024

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

would you mind if i went to baku this week and we talked?

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

Of course, amour! Would you want me to pick you up at the airport?:)

september 11, 2024

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

if you’re not too busy

slr i just finished booking the flight

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

I am never too busy for you.

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

Thennn tomorrow 9pm, pick me up?

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

Can not wait to see you, I love you! 😘

Charles rushed out of the ferrari garage to fetch you. On the way, he was starting to worry if ‘and we talked’ would mean you were ending it with him.

He saw you sitting on your luggage outside the airport. He smiled at the sight of you and immediately went out of the car.

It wasn’t easy to not spot Charles as he pulled up in his Ferrari all red attire and his fancy car. You stood up, he hugged you tightly, and you smiled at the familiar feeling. “I missed you so much, amour. Are you okay? How was the flight?”

��I-“ You were cut off as many fans approached you both. Charles was quick to bring you in the car and your luggages and carry ons. A fan asked him to sign a Lightning McQueen shirt and you couldn’t help but laugh, making Charles smile.

The drive wasn’t awkward at all. Charles put on your favorite songs and asked little questions about your time away from him.

You mentioned how you discovered a new restaurant he would love in Nice and should go together.

Charles’ heart sped up at the idea you thought of him in places like restaurants and you wanted to go places with him. It gave him hope your conversation would end positively.

you sat criss crossed on the bed after changing and looked at Charles. “i- I really missed you, Charles” you confessed as he smiled “I missed you more than words can explain it, belle” he replied

no matter how many times you had rehearsed this on the plane, your feelings were confused. you sighed and laid your head on charles’ lap as he stroked your hair.

“i still wanna be with you charles, of course i do. i just… i dont know how to trust you. i need your word charles. you won’t do this to me ever again because it fucking hurts, charles leclerc. It hurts. drunk or not, i need you to control yourself, though i don’t know how you’ll control your drunk self. i cant do this again.”

“again? … i know, amour. i have been making myself better for you while you were away. i am lessening my drinking because i can not live without you. i have not even drank since you left and you are my everything, my priority, even on top of ferrari” he kissed your forehead as you smiled.

“‘kay… i missed you” you said quietly, nuzzling into his sweater. “me too, love” “get rest, you’ll do great tomorrow” “with you by my side, i hope so” he chuckled.

charles knew you wouldn’t just forget about it, so he was determined to prove to you he meant everything he said.

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yn.charlesupdate PARENTS BACK TOGETHER AT BAKU AIRPORT !!!❤️❤️❤️ view all 1,484 comments

ynslife happy if they worked it out but i really hope yn doesn’t get hurt again:/

gridzfire LFG PADDOCK YN BACK AT IT AGAIN

september 12, 2024

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clercspaddock YN AT THE PADDOCK WE WON

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yn what can i say, i missed u hoes 🤷🏻‍♀️

⤷ clercspaddock More than charles?

⤷ yn you’re as delusional as i used to be if u believe that babes…. but i love u guys 🫀

⤷ clercspaddock hey, i had to shoot my shot

⤷ uryn how did u just casually have a convo w yn

⤷ clercspaddock I DONT KNOW

september 13, 2024

yn’s instagram story:

“ back here ❤️”

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ynnns16

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ynnns16 yeah maybe he cheated but u cant deny he’s in love with her. it was probably a mistake because look at how he looks when he’s talking abt her:,)

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september 14, 2023

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yn YOUR SILLIEST WAG IS BACK WITH A MAN WITH POLE 🥹

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2024leclercs yn beating the ferrari admin at the pole post 😭

charles_leclerc Je t’aime❤️ je ne peux pas vivre sans toi i love you❤️ i can’t live without you

⤷ yn 😘

⤷ landonorris has charles infected you with that emoji

⤷ yn it started as a joke but im afraid so.

⤷ charles_leclerc What is wrong with it?

fernandoalo_oficial Good to see you again 😊

⤷ yn I LOVE YOU

ynspillow did she just forgive and forget… babes..

⤷ yn againnn, we want to keep this private. but i don’t forget easily

⤷ verstappens3 as u should queen

mclaren You’d look good in orange 🍊

⤷ yn you mean papaya?

⤷ mclaren Whatever works for you! Send the address🧡

⤷ scuderiaferrari Don’t steal our girl🙁

⤷ mclaren Just sent the package of papaya shirts 😘

redbullracing Want to design new shirts for us? ❤️

⤷ yn YES

⤷ scuderiaferrari Excuse us.

⤷ yn you never asked me

⤷ scuderiaferrari Running to Charles about this.

ynsnorris LOL ADMINS FIGHTING OVER YN AND REDBULL JUST ASKS FOR A DESIGN 😭 september 14, 2024

yn’s instagram story:

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yn.jpg finally get to share my lil gig soon

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charles_leclerc My talented girl ❤️

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f1 Lets go!!! chickf1lla RED BULL TOO? WHAT

scuderiaferrari ❤️

⤷ ynclaren u guys badly need all the help u can get after that shit show while yn was gone…

⤷ yn.jpg LOLLLL

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yn that wasnt me

september 16, 2024

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yn we’ve been doing this for quite some time so i’m glad i get to share it with everyone now🪷 i had an amazing time doing one of the things i love in one of my favorite places! i worked with f1 and vogue magazine for this one! the “adrenaline on track” issue is out next month🏎️❤️‍🔥🫧

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maxverstappen1 Amazing

⤷ yn thanks max 🐙

landonorris IS THAT ME

⤷ yn dont let it inflate your ego

lewishamilton fire shots 🔥

⤷ yn thankies lewyyyyy

charles_leclerc These are as beautiful as you ❤️

⤷ yn are u calling my shots ugly

⤷ charlando LMAOAOAOA YN STOP

⤷ charles_leclerc What, No! I am saying you are so beautiful and out of this planet, just like these amazing photos!

charsyln yn making charles work for it as she should

voguesf1 fr though. im so happy charles and yn dated/ are dating because yn’s passions and talents are being showed to the world. everyone has talents but im just grateful we get to see her art and see her make a name for herself, not just charles’ gf

⤷ yn youre so kind:( thank you<333

⤷ voguesf1 YOURE SO KIND?? SEE THIS WOMAN IS THE RIGHT WOMAN FOR HIM AND THE WORLD TO KNOW

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⤷ stylishts lets just hope he doesn’t fuck this relationship up

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september 18, 2024

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love4wags Yn’s old twitter account has been found and leaked. Most tweets are about F1 and her current boyfriend, Charles. The twitter account has now been deleter.

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user this is disgusting. why are you posting something so personal here?

⤷ user1 well clearly she posted it on social media. she should’ve made her account private

⤷user3 she probably left it public so she’d get attention😂

checosbrazil “I hope the person I marry one day is not like this” ….. Um

tshoehbookss I never knew she had sm trauma…

yn hii pls take this down:)

⤷ ynsloml oh mom:(

september 19, 2024

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ynsloml WHY AM I CRYING OVER A TWEET. view all 1,272 comments

f1stime Well, now we know how old she is… 5 months older than Charles!

fruitsofme notice how she always says “it’s okay” in her tweets…

september 19, 2024

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yn yes, i am the type to respond to anything against me while staying unbothered, get used to it.

plssss stop sharing my old tweets! they are embarrassing and old and not up to date with who i am now or how i am. i am the happiest with charles and im in an alright relationship with my parents. i am okay and always have been so! stop! spreading! lies!i worked hard for myself to live the life i live now and im thankful for the opportunities charles has given me.

(i did not at all do this for attention as i forgot about it and thought it was private <i didnt know how to private accounts at the time>)

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ynsodddd why has yn gotten the most shit out of all the wags. what did she ever do to yall😭😭😭 and to the ‘fans’ sharing her old tweets… BFFR!!!! this girl has gone thru sm LEAVE HER ALONE 😭

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user1 fr why is everything just happening to her rn😭 traumatic parents, got cheated on, working with vogue, photographer, can speak like 6/7 languages????

⤷user2 what in the wattpad

⤷author what in the tumblr (;)

september 19, 2024

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charles_leclerc Best way to start racing weekend❤️

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september 19, 2024

#SOF i ran out of pics for the boarder thing but i may have gotten a little overboard with the drama.

please please share your opinions and lmk if i ruined it 😊

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #social media au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc 16 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #scuderia ferrari #charles lecrelc

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What Was I Made For?

01: Crossfire

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

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Monza. One of the two most important races for Ferrari in the calendar.

And my home race as well.

The weather is still warm at the end of August, the sky is blue and every house has a Ferrari flag hanging from their windows. Every person that lives in Milano or in Italy knows that this weekend is important, that this weekend is their weekend.

“Do you think they will give you a chance to be the priority today?”

Erica, my older sister by only two years. She was completely different from me, with blonde hair and skin easily tanned. She always came to my races, being the one that takes care of my flights and to rent cars to have during the weekend. Not like Soleil, who was actually a little version of me and my nutritionist.

“I mean, I'm ahead of Leclerc. They should” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I ate my breakfast. “The only person in front of me is Max, I don't think they want to risk and fuck up things right if front of all the Tifosi. They are idiots, but not that much to make me and Charles switch positions just because I'm the second driver”

Erica looked at me with a smile, nodding as she tied the strap of her dress in the back of her neck. Every time she came to the races she made sure to be dressed with the colors of the team, always wearing red since I was contracted by Ferrari and then white, red and black when I was in Haas. Today, for my homerace, she was wearing a nice cherry red dress from Meshki, a brand I made collabs with some months ago.

“If they were smart they would do a good job and instead of letting Charles fight, they would order him to defend you from Lando” Soleil pointed, helping Erica to tie the dress. “Is not the first time they order you do that for him, and for once that you are in front of him they should give you a chance”

“I just want to end on the podium, that is the goal today” I sighed. “What Charles does is all his business”

“At least you should talk about the strategy…” Soleil sighed. “Only to make things clear. This is your home race, he should respect that”

“Hah! Sure” I laughed. “It was my home race last year too and he didn’t think twice to overtake me in the last lap even if his engineer was screaming in his ears to not do that. That’s even more cruel that overtaking me in the middle of the race”

“But last year you two didn't have a warning like this year” Erica sighed.

“Whatever, he’ll be an asshole anyway”

My sisters looked at each other and rolled their eyes, probably tired of the rivalry between Charles and I. But they don’t understand, they don’t understand how it feels to always be challenged by him since the first time he saw me. It was like he was a bully and I was his victim.

“You two are twenty six, when will be the day you two fix things?” Erica asked.

“When one of us dies” I stated, making both of my sisters groan.

“Drama queen” Soleil sighed.

“Yes I am”

Getting out of the hotel was something that took us half an hour, being stopped by fans that waited for the drivers to start their way to the track. They called my name and the nickname they gave me when I got famous.

“Princepessa”

The good thing about being half Italian was that they didn't care if my other half was British. They cared about my Italian roots, feeling proud that someone from their country is driving for Ferrari. A Tifosi driving for the Tifosi.

“Today will be your day” a fan said. “You'll win this race”

I smiled at them, letting them put the friendship bracelets on my wrists and taking pictures with them, somehow wanting to believe all the words they said.

Some meters in front of me was Charles, signing caps and shirts on his way to the car. I recognized Andrea (his personal trainer), Joris (his photographer) and then a girl, probably his new fling. They were waiting for him already inside of the car, the three of them looking down at their phones.

“Is that his new girl?” I whispered to Erica, looking at the car Charles was walking to.

“I think so, she was in the hospitality yesterday” Erica answered, nodding. “I would say she's nice, but the only things she did was make tons of Tik Tok videos and pictures for her Instagram”

“Are we gossiping about his new girl?” Soleil smiled, stepping between us. “She's not nice. She thought I was one of the restaurant crew and just ordered me to bring her a coffee! And her manners? Uhg, non existent”

“His taste in women is really suspicious” I joked, looking at that girl, who actually looked like me.

The three of us walked towards the car that was waiting for us, walking in front of Charles' car and looking at the girl that was sitting in the front seat on the passenger seat. She was looking at her phone, recording a Tik Tok probably, while Joris and Andrea tried to not make obvious eye rolls.

“Yeah, neither his friends like her” Erica pointed.

I sighed, walking to the driver seat of my rented car and got it, turning on the engine while my sisters got in the car. People noticed us and started to wave at me, all of them holding the shirts and and even flags and waving them as I drove next to them.

“They want you to win” Soleil said excitedly, watching the Tifosi wave their hands.

“They want Ferrari to win” I corrected. “They don't care of it's me or Charles”

I heard them sigh and I just shrugged my shoulders, driving towards the track while the police guided us, somehow making sure neither Charles or myself suffered an accident before arriving.

If we have an accident during the race it’s no longer their problem.

After I parked the car, I saw Charles parking right next to mine, opening the door and looking at me. He sighed, rolling his eyes when I waved at him and immediately placed his hand on the back of the girl that was with him in this race.

I walked with my sisters, just a little faster to enter the paddock first, and when I looked at his girl I nearly laughed right on his face.

She was dressed with a top that only covered her front side and a skirt that had an opening on the side and let you see all her leg.

“I think you went to the wrong place” I smiled at that girl. “Coachella was on April and Tomorrowland was on July”

“It's fashion” she frowned, her voice sounding too high. “You wouldn't understand”

“I do understand. At least I went to the Met Gala” I smiled, walking away and pressing my Paddock Pass on the ID scanner.

I could feel Charles' eyes on my back, probably thinking about ways of how to take me off of the track in a few hours, or how to poison my lunch. He would do anything to make sure I won't perform better than him.

Cameras and reporters followed me, making my sisters walk some feet behind me, taking pictures of me and asking things related to the race, which I always replied with the same answer.

“I'll do everything I can to win. It's an important race for me and for the team”

When they were satisfied with my answer and after they had enough pictures of me, they walked away to focus on other drivers that were around the paddock too.

As soon as the red building was close enough, the media managers and content creators of the team started to fly around me and soon after Charles, asking questions and doing the trends that were famous on social media.

Let's start the act.

The smile on my face was half real, half fake. Having Charles near while we were inside of the hospitality meant that the rivalry we had since kids had to be left outside the building, making us act friendly and fake just to make the team and sponsors happy.

“Hey Daf!”

He knows I hate that nickname. He knows that every time he called me like that I ended up screaming at him, telling him that he's not allowed to call me that way, only one person and he is dead.

“Charlie!” I smiled, fakely, watching how he fought to not roll his eyes or look daggers at me. “Those jeans again? How many of them do you have?”

In moments like this I enjoyed teasing him, giving him nicknames he hated and making sure he couldn't fight me.

“This jeans, dear Dafne, are my lucky jeans” he said, smiling.

“Mhm, I wonder when are you going to burn them” I said. “But seems that your girl has the same taste as you, now makes sense”

I saw him clench his jaw and fists, taking deep breaths and looking at him with his eyes furrowed. He knows he can't do anything, so he simply smiles and nods, walking away to his room followed by that girl.

“What was her name?” I asked Soleil. “She has face of Karen”

“I think it's actually Karen” she laughed. “I wonder where he met her”

“I'm sure it was on Raya” I chuckled. “Maybe a summer fling that stayed for too long and he doesn't even know how to say no to her”

“I don't know who I should feel sorry for” Soleil sighed. “Him because she clearly is with him for the money, or her because she will probably be replaced soon”

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the room with his number on the door, wondering what they would be doing. Ignoring each other? Her looking at the phone and taking pictures while Charles got changed? Probably that, or she would even be using him to take pictures of her so she could post them on Instagram, hinting that she's with him.

“Whatever, they are adults” I sighed, getting up.

When I opened the door of my room and sighed, hearing how they talked, or most likely argued.

“What is her fucking problem? Why did she talk like that to me?” that girl exclaimed. “How dare she?”

“Come on, it wasn't that bad, Melanie…”

“Are you going to defend her or me?” her voice was too high, piercing into my ears. “Charles!”

“What! Fuck off, Melanie! You knew where you were coming, don't cry now. I told you what clothes you had to pack and, as always, you did whatever you wanted” he groaned, and I could hear how he closed the door of his closet.

“God, sometimes you are so stupid”

“Whatever”

I smiled, changing my clothes to my racing suit and folding my clothes, stretching my back and arms before walking out of the room, just at the same time as Charles. His jaw was clenched and I could see the vein of his temple a little swollen, something that always happened whenever he was angry or stressed, and probably now would be both reasons.

“Next time you bring a girl, make sure she knows where she's coming” I whispered.

“What about you won't open your mouth next time I bring a girl?” he frowned. “You are giving me a headache”

“Oh really? That's nice!” I smiled, winking at him and walking away. “You should have a painkiller, anyway”

“What I should have is a good race without you in front of me” he groaned.

“Too bad it won't be possible” I said. “Get used to it, I plan of being in front of you as much as I can”

That smile.

God, I hated that smile.

I hated that she always knew what to say and how.

“We'll see soon” I frowned.

She rolled her eyes and walked away, making me follow her with my eyes. Melanie walked out of the room and stood next to me, never letting go of her phone.

“Should I go to the balcony? I think there are nice views of the… How do you call it?” she said, making me take a deep breath and fake a smile.

“Paddock” I said.

“Oh yeah! That” she smiled.

“Look” I sighed. “I have things to do, I'm not your photographer”

Before she could say something I already was walking away towards the restaurant, sitting on a table and looking at my phone. Just a small lunch before doing interviews and then getting ready for the race, an ice bath and some stretch outs.

“Where did you leave that girl?”

I turned around and sighed when I recognized Erica's voice. She sat next to me and placed the cup of coffee in front of me.

Dafne's older sister always tried to be out of our arguments. When we were kids, she always avoided our fights and stood away with my brother and Jules, ignoring us. I always believed that Jules and her would end up together, and somehow maybe they were for some time.

Maybe that's why she always tried to befriend me too, to make me feel that Jules was here too, and for her to have someone that reminds her of Jules.

“Last time I saw her she was asking me to take pictures of her” I sighed, grabbing the cup and drinking it slowly. “She was getting annoying”

“And why did you bring her, then?” she sighed. “I thought you were smarter”

“Did Dafne send you so she could just use this against me later?” I said looking at her, watching how she shook her head and smiled weakly.

“I came here because I care for you, Charles. I don't care if my sister and you can't stand each other” she said, resting her back on the chair and crossing her arms in front of her chest. My eyes went to the small tattoo of her wrist, one of many she has. The little 17 was facing me.

“A guy has his needs” I sighed. “And she was there on vacations”

“Sure, but you know what she has been doing while you were out of the hospitality?” she sighed, but I already knew the answer. “She thinks she's your girlfriend, Charles, only because you let her be in your bed”

“And what if she is?” I frowned, and somehow that tattoo got darker than it already was.

Jules would be disappointed, right?

“Look, I just…” I sighed, but immediately shook my head. “You wouldn't understand”

Of course she wouldn't. Because I don't understand it either.

“Then explain it to me, hm? I might be Dafne's sister, but I'm your friend too” she said.

“Not now, okay?” I sighed. “I have things to do, a race to make”

“Alright” she sighed. “Good luck today, Charlie. Just… don't kill my sister”

She stood up and walked away, not after she messed my hair softly.

Jules and her would have made a really beautiful couple.

I took a deep breath and sighed, getting up and walking to my room again. I looked inside Dafne's room and frowned when I saw a fruit basket on her table, finding a big amount of peaches on it.

“Fuck” I sighed, walking in and grabbing that fruit.

I might hate her, but I don't wish her death.

“What are you doing?”

I tensed and took a deep breath, turning around and finding Dafne leaning on the door frame, watching me with the peaches in my hands.

“Nothing” I said.

“Putting a fruit you know I'm allergic to in a basket?” she frowned. “I thought you were stupid, but this? This is crossing the line”

“No! Hey!” I frowned. Did she really think I put them on purpose? “I just grabbed them because I know you are allergic to the peel of the peach, asshole. You are welcome”

Before she could say anything I walked out of her room and went to mine, locking the door and groaning.

The Italian anthem echoed through the stands of Monza, reverberating in my chest as I stood in front of the grid. My heart pounded in time with the fervent claps and chants of the Tifosi, their energy a palpable force lifting me higher. The sea of red around the circuit was a sight to behold, with their flags waving, faces painted, the roar of their passion almost louder than the melody of the anthem.

This was my home, my people, and today, I was going to give them a race to remember.

After the final notes finished, I walked back to my car, in the first line of the grid, next to the navy blue Red Bull. No one was in front of me, the only car to beat was the Red Bull. I looked to the car behind it, the other red one of the grid, Charles’ car. I felt his eyes on me, and the only thing I did was put on my helmet and remember that today was my day, not his.

This is my race.

The formation lap felt like an eternity, each second stretching as I warmed up the tires, feeling the grip, the balance of the car. As we lined up on the grid once more, the tension was almost unbearable.

Five lights.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Lights out.

I launched off the line, my tires gripping perfectly as I sped towards the first chicane. Max had a strong start, but I was right on his tail, the slipstream pulling me closer. Behind me, I could feel Charles trying to find an opening, but I shut the door firmly at every opportunity.

Lap after lap, I pushed harder, feeling the car’s every response. I stayed within striking distance of Max, waiting for my chance. And then, halfway through the race, it came. Max made a slight error going into the Parabolica, his line not as clean as usual. It was all the invitation I needed.

I dived down the inside, my heart in my throat, and for a moment, we were side by side. But I had the better exit, my car flying past him down the main straight as the tifosi erupted in a deafening cheer. The lead was mine.

Now it was a matter of maintaining it. Every lap felt like a battle, not just with the track but with my own nerves. I could feel Charles gaining behind me, his pace relentless. But I focused forward, hitting every apex, every braking zone perfectly. The laps ticked down, and with each one, my confidence grew.

The final lap was a blur. I could feel the tears in my eyes, barely letting me see the track, but I kept driving, pushing and turning the wheel until I crossed the finish line.

“Dafne Morelli, you are a race winner!”

I did it. I finally did it.

As I parked the car in the pit lane and got out of the car, I heard the roar of the crowd, all of them waving the Italian flag over their heads. I saw my team, all dressed in red and jumping, cham¡nting my name. I felt pats on my back and helmet, some drivers coming to congratulate me.

But I felt that gaze too, the one that always burned me alive whenever I won him.

And it felt so satisfying knowing that I won against Charles Leclerc.

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lokideservesahug · 6 months ago

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Little Miss Ferrari

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Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Ferrari!Reader

Warnings: Overuse of the nickname Little Miss Ferrari, thirty twitter users, badly translated Italian from google (sorry)

Notes: This won the vote unsurprisingly. However, I am shocked (and very pleased) to see that Mick was the runner up and only lost by a tiny bit. But here you go.

Summary: It's that infamous time of year when Y/N (A.K.A Little Miss Ferrari) visits Imola but what will this year bring?

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Yourusername

Yourusername: Non c'è posto migliore in cui trovarsi che tornare in pista.🇮🇹❤

(No better place to be than back on trackside)

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User1: Mother is back again

User2: Forza Ferrari Sempre

↳Yourusername: Per sempre❤ (Forever)

User3: Y/N what are your thoughts about Lewis joining Ferrari next year?

↳User4: WHY HADN'T I THOUGHT ABOUT Y/N AND THIS SITUATION

User5: Red really is your colour❤🏎

↳Yourusername: Thank you xx

User6: Anyone notice that all of the Ferrari gang are in the likes except Carlos?

↳User7: Girl stop trying to make something out of nothing🙄 He probably hasn't been on insta today and he isn't legally obligated to like her posts

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Scuderiaferrari

Scuderiaferrari: Our favourite 3 people all in our favourite place this weekend 🇮🇹🤩

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User1: I was going to comment that Charles and Carlos both had their last names on their back and Y/N only had a giant Ferrari ther instead...And thennI remembered.

↳User2: No but like fr. I forget the power she truly has sometimes.

User3: So yall are just ignoring the rumours now?!?!?

↳User4: Rumours!?!??! I thought that was cold, hard evidence.

↳User5: Not proven so maybe just would lukewarm evidence?

User6: Carlos and Y/N in one post just after those photos!?!?!?👀 Admin I see you...

Yourusername: ❤

↳User7: She only commented this because I was actualy in the backround of one of the photos guys

↳User8: Carlos, I found your burner account

↳User9: LMAO

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Carlossainz55

Carlossainz55: Mi vida❤🔥

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Yourusername: Ti amo tanto ❤

(I love you so much)

↳Carlossainz55: Ti amo di più ❤❤

(I love you more)

↳Yourusername: Non possibile

(Not possible)

↳Carlossainz55: Ti amo in ogni lingua. En cada universo. Forever.

(I love you in every language. In every Universe.)

-This creator has limited comments-

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed.

As always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback is always welcome.

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landothemuppet · 10 months ago

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WILD CHERRY AND THE PAPAYA FLIRT (LN4) part one

pairing: lando norris x onlyfan!reader

summary: lando norris indeed goes on OF and being a fan of a certain girl.

content warnings: onlyfan mentionned, suggestive content, disgusting men comments, mention of sugar daddies/baby

author's note: okayyyy well, I have to say that those rumors about Lando really helped me to right this first part. I think it would be two short part, maybe three. I hope you will enjoy this, please be kind to me.

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liked by nobodycaressss5 and 1,587 others yourinstagram 🍒 → sugardaddy67 could give everything to taste your sweet lips → robertutterbate show me more, my babygirl → nobodycaressss5 nice → mrbigredboss did you receive my gift, my sweet baby? liked by yourinstagram

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nobodycaressss5 even if you would be stunning in that, i have to say: wrong team, girl yourinstagram First, it was a cute gift from someone. Then, which teams should i wear, then? nobodycaressss5 From one of your daddies? idk why but i'm sure papaya would suits you better or nothing...would be even better yourinstagram None of your business, you noisy little weirdo oh, so you want me naked? what would you do if i was? nobodycaressss5 Not a really nice way to talk to someone who wants to be nice Treat you well, honey...treat you so well, better than all of your daddies yourinstagram bold of you, empty pp...

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nobodycaressss5 are your flirting with me, babygirl? yourinstagram should i? nobodycaressss5 don't know, what's the papaya about? yourinstagram testing the merch before wearing the actual color nobodycaressss5 so you considering about me sending you gift? yourinstagram mhmm, maybe, if I like the taste, maybe you should start to show me how you treat me better than the others... nobodycaressss5 can't wait to show you... yourinstagram my turn.. what's the papaya about? what's the matter behind that particular color? nobodycaressss5 let me first see you in papaya and then i will tell you, babygirl

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liked by nowislan, infourlando, and 7,854 others

gossipwags it seems like our national Lando Norris loves to like some sulfurous instagram account those days. Lando's parasocials are wild and non-reciprocal on this account. (@)yourinstagram is a faceless instagram account with a red aesthetic (seem our papaya boy likes kinda a Ferrari girl), with some pretty implicit content. Also, she seems to have a link on her profile leading to an OF paid page. What do you think?

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liked by nobodycaressss5, and 1,989 others yourinstagram Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me. (Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov, 1955) show more comments → landonowiss ugh, she's quoting a pedophile ↳ ln4swiftie educate yourself, you moron. → bobnorris Not Lolita 😩 → nowinfornorris whore ↳ charlandosupremacy slut-shamming could be illegal ↳ nowiiis she's asking for it, quoting some perv books, having an onlyfans ↳ ln4swiftie (@)nowiiis again, educate yourself...and girl can do whatever she wants, that doesn't make her a whore. We're in 2024.

yourusername is on live!

#ln4 #lando norris #lando norris smau #lando norris x reader #lando norris fic #lando norris fanfic

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not-ur-boy-toy · 3 months ago

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Hartbreak Ranch Chapter 1

AN: FINALLY Chapter 1 of Hartbreak Ranch, I really hope you enjoy it! (btw I'm bad at explaining plots so apologies :,) )

Plot: Shawn is a famous model on his way to a new photoshoot. However, he finds himself getting stuck in the middle of nowhere. Luck just has it though as he finds himself staying with the Hart family, finding himself being drawn to a certain Bret Hart.

TW: Foul language, Alcohol mentioned

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Blond hair flowed freely through the wind as the bright, cherry-red Ferrari 308 drove down the desolate Arizona road. Music blared from the car as it raced through the empty route. The driver of it didn’t have a care in the world as he held a phone to his ear, his free hand on the steering wheel.

“Diesel! Trust me here, I’m doin’ fine, I know where I’m going!”, a laugh rang through the car, as the man spoke, his grin large as he kept his eyes on the road.

“I know you know where you’re going, Shawn... But you’re in the middle of nowhere” the other voice rang through the phone before continuing, “You’ve already said you’re taking a ’shortcut’ but I just don’t think It’s a good idea!” the voice argued back, trying to reason with the stubborn man.

Shawn rolled his eyes before a soft huff left his lips, he was used to his bodyguard being overprotective, they always traveled together! Wherever Shawn went, a 6’10, hunk-of-a-man followed him. But not this time. The young 30-year-old man wanted to travel by himself! He knew the area reasonably well… maybe just enough to get him to the closest town and ask for directions. But Diesel didn’t have to know!

“Diesel, Hun, Big Daddy Coolio, I’ll be fine, I’ll be there for Ramon’s photoshoot with what's-his-face…” Shawn hummed to himself, rambling softly to himself as he tried to figure out who he was working with again. Before he could even figure out the guy’s name, Diesel’s deep voice rang through his phone again.

“You’re working with Kid, Ramon’s toyboy or whatever.”

“Riight… That guy, yeah, I won't miss it, anyway, gotta go, phone is gonna die, Byyee!” And just like that, with a small click, Shawn hung up the phone before Diesel could say goodbye. He carefully tossed his phone to the empty passenger seat before adjusting the thick, black sunglasses on his face, humming along to the music on the radio. It had been a glorious drive so far. No traffic, the sun was hot, there were no clouds in the sky… and there was nobody to annoy him- other than Diesel every 15 minutes.

It was definitely a perfect drive, yet there was one small problem. Fuel. Shawn’s trusty lady was running low, and the next gas station was a good 50 miles out, but there was a small town coming up in a few miles. It was a risk to turn off into the town. There was the chance there was no gas station in the town in the middle of nowhere. But there was just a nagging feeling, something that just drew Shawn’s attention to this town. It just seemed to call his name, and who was he to ignore that feeling? Shawn stepped on the gas, dust blowing behind the wheels as he sped up, going way past the speed limit before he reached the town that seemed to hypnotize him.

Shawn wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he drove through the town. He was used to the luxurious life, like main cities from New York to Los Angeles… but this was beyond different. It was small, tiny, barely anything compared to what he was accustomed to. There wasn’t anything branded, no hotels with infinity pools, no Prada stores, nothing! There was barely anything in this town other than small boutiques, a few restaurants and a few small businesses, as well as a few houses.

“There has to be a gas station in this place…” Shawn mumbled to himself, trying to distract himself away from the feeling he had awhile ago.

Driving around aimlessly didn’t seem to get Shawn anywhere, there wasn’t a gas station in sight, and his car didn’t have enough fuel by the sounds of it as it seemed to hiss and moaning from his beloved Ferrari. However, what Shawn didn’t expect though was the sight of smoke appearing from underneath the hood of his car. He hadn’t realized how hot it was in this place.

“Shit, Shit, SHIT!” Shawn gasped out, quickly pulling up to the side, and turning off his car. He scrambled to get out of his car with urgency, slamming the door shut. Shawn quickly moved to the front of the car, lifting the hood with a slight hiss of pain from how hot the metal was and how smokey the engine was. He drafted away most of the dark smoke with a small cough before moving back.

“Son of a bitch!” he hissed out in anger, kicking his car slightly with his black leather boot. Oh, how Diesel was right about taking this shitty shortcut. He could see Diesel’s smug face in his mind, which pissed him off more. He hated being wrong. He couldn’t stand it. Rubbing the stubble on his face in frustration, Shawn paced in circles in front of his car, kicking slightly at the dirt on the floor. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Shawn’s blue eyes glanced around, looking at the almost empty street, seeing a few people staring his way before looking away as he looked at them. They weren’t gonna help, clearly. Shawn grunted slightly before slamming the hood down. He had to figure something out, but calling Diesel was not one of them. He could try to find a mechanic, but it meant he had to leave his sweet, beloved Ferrari behind for now… with a reluctant, annoyed huff, Shawn grabbed what he needed from his car, his phone, wallet and keys, before starting his walk to find a mechanic.

Instantly, Shawn knew he was out of place as he walked down the street. He was dolled up in his finest clothes, that being a white, open-shirt bought from Polo Ralph Lauren, khaki brown pants from the same place, his favorite Gucci belt in black and gold and finally his favorite pair of black leather boots, ones with a small heel. Of course, he had a few accessories, like a gold watch and matching earrings. He wouldn’t leave the house without them! This was one of his more ‘casual’ outfits, something he would wear to go shopping in New York. But being in this town? It looked like he was overdressed and everyone walking by gave him a second look. Now, Shawn loved the attention. He loved having people’s eyes on him. People would even say he craved it, but the looks he was being given now, it was more looks of judgment. Shawn mindlessly messed with his shirt, trying to flatten down invisible creases, trying to distract himself from the looks. A mechanic couldn’t be too far away.

A few minutes' walk eventually turned into a 15-minute walk into the town. He had passed more small shops including a bakery (which looked heavenly, from the strawberry cakes that looked freshly made to the croissants that Shawn would have loved to buy), a few cafes, a general store and even a liquor store which he kept in mind. Luckily, he had eventually found the town's repair shop. It looked like an older building, the corners of the building being rusted, yet a new sign in black and neon pink stood out on the building, reading out ‘Hart & Co. Auto Repair’. Loud country music was blasting, and the smell of oil and rubber burnt Shawn’s nose slightly, something he definitely wasn’t used to. As he entered the small shop, he noticed a pair of blue overall cover legs underneath a truck and humming coming from the person. He glanced around the shop, trying to spot anyone else in there, but no one else was in the small space, not even a customer. Shawn cleared his throat, trying to get the person’s attention, but it didn’t seem to catch the guy's attention.

“Excuse me? Hey” Shawn spoke up, moving closer, yet there was still no response. “Hey!” he continued in a louder tone, which seemed to catch the person’s attention.

“Shoot, hold on!” The mechanic yelled out from under the truck, finally rolling out from under the truck. The man who rolled out was quite young-looking, younger than Shawn, and had a baby face. He had blonde hair up to his shoulders and bright blue eyes. Of course, his sun-kissed skin was dotted with some splotches of oil and some sort of grime, and the blue jumpsuit he wore was covered in oil and dirt. Shawn looked at the name tag the other wore, barely seeing the name ‘Owen’ under an oil splotch.

Owen carefully stood up, wiping his hands on a cloth he had in his pocket before smiling at the man in his shop and holding a hand to him.

“Hi! Sorry about that. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long. I’m Owen. What can I help you with?” Owen asked, his voice surprisingly soft and surprisingly, not an Arizona accent either.

Shawn eyed up Owen’s hand beneath his sunglasses before looking back at the man’s face before taking off the shades. He gave Owen one of his charming smiles before speaking.

“No, not at all, just got here actually,” he began, licking his lips slightly before continuing, “I need help with my car- Obviously-, It broke down a few streets back, smokin’ and all… and no fuel” Shawn explained as he watched Owen lower his hand.

Owen looked slightly hurt about the man not shaking his hand, a pout on his face slightly. He hummed slightly before grinning and nodding.

“Should be easy! Luckily, it’s been a slow day, so let me put my truck down and we can go grab your car and tow it with the truck,” the mechanic agreed eagerly after his slow day.

By the time Owen and Shawn had towed the cherry-red car back to the shop, Owen had realized it wasn’t exactly the easiest job… It was a newer car, one he had seen no one in the town drive before… but he wasn’t gonna let this new customer down! Owen had lifted the hood of the car, already knowing it would take a few days to fix from the parts he could see, knowing it would take a few days to order parts… and then a few additional days to actually fix it.

“So… How long are you here for, Mr?...”

“Michaels, Shawn Michaels… and I was only coming here to fuel up. "

Now that was an issue. Owen pulled a face, wincing at the thought that he’d have to give this guy bad news.

“Well, Mr. Michaels, I… I uh, suggest you plan your stay here for a few days, I don’t have parts for a car like this,” the mechanic explained, as he glanced over to Shawn who stood nearby with his arms crossed.

“A few days? You have to be kidding me, right? Fuck… Diesel is gonna kill me!” Shawn groaned out, pacing around. “Shit, there’s a decent hotel nearby… right?” he asked, raising a brow as he looked over to Owen.

Owen winced again. Even more bad news to give the guy…

“Well… There’s a motel nearby… but it is a good 45-minute drive from town.”

Shawn ran a hand through his long, wavy locks in frustration. His day couldn’t get any worse. First, his car breaks, and now the closest place to stay is too far away for him! Diesel appeared in his mind again. That annoying, smug face. Shit, he needed a drink… or something stronger.

Owen could see the annoyance on the guy's face. He truly felt for him. He had a soft heart and couldn’t stand to see a customer disappointed.

“But! If it helps, you could stay at my family ranch for a few days? I can keep you updated on your car and you won’t need to worry about how you’d get back to my shop!” Owen offered. The family ranch had enough space to help the guy out for a few days.

At the sound of the ranch, Shawn instantly hated the idea. He imagined the place being muddy and just plain dirty! However, it meant he would have somewhere to sleep, and he wouldn’t have to worry about trying to get back to this hellhole, which was now his nightmare. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm his annoyance.

“I… I suppose it isn’t a bad idea…” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “... Yeah, fine. I’ll stay at this ranch of yours.”

“Let me close up and we can be on our way then!”.

It was common sense to not take a stranger's offer to stay at their house, but what was there for Shawn to lose? He could simply tell a small lie to Diesel, just saying that he’s spending the night at a hotel… And the day after say he was stuck in traffic and then tell him his car has broken down, just to calm the man's nerves. That and Owen just seemed so… sweet. His personality was so genuine and that was so rare to see in Shawn’s life. Yeah, he had a social life as a model, but most of the people he had met never seemed genuine. The only ones he got that feeling from were Hunter, Chyna and Diesel. Shawn truly felt as if Owen did want to help him out.

Owen hadn’t taken too long to finish locking up. It did leave plenty of time for Shawn to have a quick look around the place. He quickly noticed that Owen was clearly a family kind of guy. There were plenty of pictures scattered around the workroom of Owen with different people, some he assumed to be his parents, others he assumed were probably his brothers and sisters, and maybe even some aunts and uncles. There were even a few pictures of a few kids- one that looked like a younger version of Owen- In some snow. But either way, it was a big family.

The ride to this ranch was rather quiet. Yeah, there was some small talk, such as where they were both from which Shawn found out that the man was actually from Canada, which was ironic. Another question had arisen as well, the question of Shawn’s job.

“So… You’re a model? I would have thought you were an actor or something,” Owen chuckled.

“That’s sweet of you, I did want to be one, but modeling? Being all dolled up, partying… It’s the life!” Shawn grinned out, not mentioning the bad side of the job.

“Ah, so you get paid to be pretty and to party… I wish life was that easy” Owen joked. He knew his older brother, Bret, hated that lifestyle. He was always talking about working hard for a good life, which Owen had to agree with. But the thought of partying every so often sounded like a great time. When was the last time he, Jeff Jarrett, Davey and Brian went out for drinks… It had been too long.

“I wish it was that easy,” the model started, “Strict diets, working with people you might not like with… The list is long, but the positives do outdo the negatives in my eyes”. The downfalls of being a model were clearly a touchy subject as Shawn’s grin seemed to disappear. The excited glint in his eyes after the compliment disappeared. Owen knew not to push further on that.

Owen hummed in response, nodding his head slightly, “Well, we’re almost here”.

Seeing a rather rustic house in the distance after seeing cactus after cactus was rather refreshing. The place looked rather peaceful in Shawn’s eyes. It had its own charm to it. The wooden fences that seemed to carry on for ages were cared for, the wood seemed almost new, even if grass tangled and vined itself around the posts. A sign soon came up as they drove along the side of the property. Shawn eyed it up, raising a brow as he saw the name ‘Hart Ranch’. Very creative.

Entering the beginning of the ranch, Shawn could already see a few animals around in different pastures. There were a few horses, even cows… It reminded Shawn of an old photoshoot he did, one which he enjoyed a lot. He got to dress up like he was a cowboy, the hat, boots and even chaps, the whole shebang! Hunter and Chyna were there as well and they looked amazing in their getup… even if Hunter’s horse he had to ride kept stealing his hat. A small, reminiscent smile graced his face.

The house seemed to grow as they traveled down the long, dirt road. From a while back it looked tiny, something that an old couple would live in. Yet now being so close to it, he noticed how huge it was. It must have been handbuilt, there were uneven grooves in the woods of the walls and fences in front of the house, something that showed how much hard work was put into it. There were even some stone bricks that decorated the oak wood. Bright, fresh vines climbed through the maze of bricks in the house, adding more color to the home. This must have been built years ago, even before Shawn was born.

Owen and Shawn exited the truck. Owen helped his guest by grabbing the large bag that they had lugged into the truck before they left.

“I’m not too sure who will be in… I know my Ma will be in, my dad will probably be working with Bret, my older brother, somewhere on the ranch… probably fixing something” Owen laughed, “and my sister Diana will be probably looking after the horses… So it should be luckily quiet for you, just for now at least”.

Quietly, Shawn followed Owen up the steps to the patio before opening the screen door, which had a beautiful panel at the bottom that had been engraved by hand into a tree, and entering the rather cool home, the door closing with a soft bang. The home was decorated with even more pictures than what was at the auto repair home, some that were in black and gray, their corners torn and frayed from age which confirmed Shawn’s thought of the place being handbuilt, while others were newer and fresher. There were a few shoes scattered around by the front door being in different sizes and styles, some being boots, some were flats and even a few heels. Owen placed down Shawn’s bag by the oak stairs that stood in front of them before moving into the large, spacious room to the right of them which Shawn slowly followed after.

“Ma! I’m home! I have a guest!” Owen hollered out into the rather silent home, the only noise he could hear after was the sound of the cicadas that buzzed louder. Owen continued to walk towards the kitchen, which Shawn assumed it was.

Instead of following the young man, Shawn looked around the cozy looking living room. There were a few brown leather couches that surrounded a fireplace, a few blankets were carefully and almost lovingly lined up over the top. Handmade throw pillows laid untouched in the corners by the arms of the couches, embroidery were neatly laced throughout the rather soft looking material which had quotes such as ‘Home Sweet Home’ and ‘Welcome to our happy place’. It was rather sickeningly sweet to see, yet it seemed to suit the home rather well. A large, thick cow rug of brown, black and white laid underneath an oak table, a mug left on a coaster, clearly left and forgotten by accident in the clean house. Bookcases lined the back walls of the living room, full of leather bound books of different colors and sizes before more newer kids books littered between well used and loved books. Finally, Shawn noticed more family pictures, one of a whole family that was framed above the fireplace in front of a different house.

Shawn wasn’t the type to get homesick. He had a pretty close relationship with his mom, but that was it. He’d phone her every so often. But even in his parents home, there were barely any photos of them as a family, as Shawn grew up, the pictures dwindled down until there was nothing new. Seeing these pictures though, it tugged at Shawn’s heart, the feeling of homesickness being more apparent. He quickly shook his head, trying not to get sentimental.

The perfect distraction eventually came, pulling Shawn out of his thoughts as he heard the front door open again. Shawn glanced over his shoulder, his eyes landing on a taller man. Now, Shawn may not have been the type to be homesick, but he was the type to be a hopeless romantic, and when this guy walked into the house? Shawn could feel blood rush to his cheeks.

The guy had curly, deep brown hair that reached his shoulders. His skin was tanned much like a god, the sheen of sweat clung to the man's brows and neck. His eyes were a dark, melted chocolate color that held warmth in them. And his outfit? Shawn was loving it. A black cowboy hat sat upon his head like a halo, his blue, checkered shirt hugged around his strong, muscular chest perfectly, his jeans hugged oh-so-perfectly around his legs. This man was something Shawn wanted and needed.

Silence filled the room as the man stared down Shawn, staring down his outfit before looking around the living room. It was an awkward silence, one that Shawn could tell that this guy was trying to figure out who Shawn was and why he was just standing there.

Before Shawn could even speak, the mans low voice filled the room, “Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my home?”.

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saintslewis · 1 year ago

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“𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐭” - 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: charles celebrates his birthday in Cape Town and meets his angel

warnings: mild smut (MDNI 18+), kissing, outfit descriptions.

saint’s team notes: my first kinktober special!!! obv i’m doing this because it’s my second boyfriend’s birthday today and i wanted to release in honour of him so i hope you guys enjoy this! it’s quite short but bare with me y’all!!!! sorry for typos and Taglist is down below! happy birthday charles!!

kinktober with Saint!

His eyes were stuck on you as they have been the whole night.

He had watched you sway your hips in such sensual ways, your arms often touching your body as if you were calling him to you although you only made eye contact once. Your mini dress was cherry red, contrasting with your melanin skin and your jewellery shined brightly underneath the club lights.

The Cape Town aura was everything Charles thought it would be like. The smell of the Atlantic Ocean, the colourful buildings, the delicious food, the beautiful people who welcomed him so warmly. He truly loved it there, fulfilling his travel bucket list to touch down in South Africa.

Sitting in an open booth in Cabo, an exclusive beach club,and he hasn't taken his eyes off you since you entered the club with your friends. To him, it looked like you had a light on you wherever you went and the beat of whatever song was playing was beating through his entire body, feeling even closer to you than ever.

Before he knew it, sparkles and a whole bunch of people blocked his vision from you. His friends and different bottle girls sang happy birthday loudly, swinging around a large sign that read his name and 'happy birthday' underneath. Eventually focusing on everything around him, he smiled and thanked everyone and took a celebratory shot with all his friends. It was if the music played louder and his section filled up every second with girls wanting to throw themselves at him but what absolutely gutted him was that he lost sight of you, the light in the club no longer shining.

Signaling to his friends and seemingly other people that he would be right back, he hurried towards the dance floor hoping to spot you but he didn't have any luck. Seeing some of your friends still in the club, he calmed himself down a little until he noticed one of your dress tassels literally floating as you walked out of the club as if he was meant to see it.

Charles then decided to go outside just to see where you were, greeting everyone who stopped him for photos and photographs but he knew he had to hurry to see you. Eventually getting outside, he walked over to his rented Ferrari to seem as if he was looking for something, not seeing you standing at the back of the supercar, facing the ocean.

"I see you've been looking for me." You say, leaning against the car as his eyes found yours and he felt like everything lifted from his shoulders. There genuinely was a light around you but he didn't want to seem crazy and scare you off, not when he finally gets to talk to you.

Instead of responding to you, he came closer to you as he watched your smile become bigger. "Happy birthday, Charles." You wished him, making him lean against the car while you leaned on him, manicured hands on his chest. He blushed as he saw the close proximity you both were in. Finding his words, he finally responded. "T-thank you..um I don't know your name." He nervously chuckled as you kept eye contact with the Monagesque.

"My name's Y/n. You know Charlie, I'm here to fulfill one of your birthday wishes." You smirked up at the man, playing with his shirt. "My birthday wish?" He asked, his breath hitching when your hands went onto his waist.

"To whoever is listening, I ask to meet a beautiful woman and end my birthday well." You quoted him perfectly in French, the same words he said out loud this morning. "How did you know I said that?" Charles asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he gained the courage to hold your waist. "Like I said, I'm here to make you happy, sent by those who love you and yes, I know you didn't tell a single soul about your wish but I listened to you." You stated, tracing all types of shapes on his chest.

Noticing his face still made a confused expression, you smiled a little bit before patting his chest. "Okay, how about this? Wish for anything right now." You suggested and stepped back a little, making him frown at the loss of touch between you two. "Anything?" "Anything you want, Charlie."

"I wish for your dress to be pink." He wished, making you smile at the simplicity of the wish. Right before his eyes, your mini dress turned pink with a few sparkles around it. Astonished, the man pulled you closer to him with a smirk on his face. "Let's go celebrate my birthday then." He said, holding onto your waist quite gently.

With the snap of your fingers, you were in his hotel room and you straddled him with his face in your hands. Smashing your lips together, his large hands brought you closer to his body with your dress slowly rising up. Unbuttoning his shirt as slowly as you could, you kissed his neck and created marks on him.

Charles groaned as you pushed yourself down on him, gripping your ass as you continued to do so even though his shirt was off. Looking into each others eyes, they hung low as you leaned to pepper kisses on him before fully making out with him.

"Cherí, please, I need to taste you." He begged as he positioned the both of you to where he was in between your legs, heels long gone. Kissing down your body whilst the dress was still on you, he lifted your legs higher once he reached your dampned core. Kissing through your red lace underwear, you moaned softly as he repeatedly kissed your clit.

"Happy Birthday, Charlie." You wished him once again as he took off your underwear and placed it in his pants that felt incredibly tight on him at the moment.

"Thank you Cherí." He leaned forward to give you one last kiss on your lips before going down on you as you filled the air with your moans combined, the Cape Town skyline shining through the hotel window as you two loved on each other for hours.

The morning after, Charles was relieved to find you laying on his chest looking like the angel that you were. Your skin was glowing as the hickies were littered all over your body along with his scratches on his back. He hoped that you weren't going to leave him soon after the time you had spent together.

Hoping you'll never leave his side.

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blackynsupremacy · 3 months ago

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pov: you’re fucking around with red k!clark and he’s a whole fuckboy pt 2. (this is a hc/crackfic)

y/n is getting sick of clark’s bullshit, but she can’t let him go…smdh same, girl. he’s taking her out tonight, but it doesn’t go so smoothly.

meagan good as a black coded y/n fc (you can imagine yourself or whoever you want)

inspo from trapcaleb as well.

warning: cursing, gaslighting, mention of cheating, red k! clark, slight mention of suggestiveness, y/n is weak in the knees.

here’s how it would go down:

y/n: *getting in lex’s ferrari and she has to adjust the seat*

y/n: wait a minute…who tf did you have in here? why do the seat- why is the seat back like that, clark?

him: i’m not sure what you’re talking about. 🙃bullshit. lana was up in here.

y/n: *sniffs around* why does the car smell like japanese cherry blossom…who tf did you have in here?!? 🤨

he knows damn well y/n wears warm vanilla sugar.

him: …let’s just have a good night, okay? 🙂

he’s been caught, but he knows how to make it up to her later. he’s got her wrapped around his finger…figuratively and literally.

y/n:…boy, just drive. 😤😮‍💨

damn… this is the last time she’s falling for this shit, man!!

…or is it?

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silvervioletvalentine · 2 years ago

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❣️!All too well!❣️

Pairing: past Max verstappen X Cherrie . Present: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count : 7.2k.

Summary: in which Charles shows her that there’s more to being loved at midnight.

Max sat in his seat behind the long desk with a sinking feeling of dread deep in his chest as he watched his now former teammate walk into the room wearing red from head to toe, taking a seat beside her new teammate and smiling happily at the people in the room.

She didn't even seem to notice him at first, even though he was just sat right beside her waiting for her to acknowledge him , taking a deep breath to try and push down the uneasy and overwhelming feelings that overcame him as he watched her whisper something to Charles , her new teammate , giggling quietly as he nudged her shoulder with a grin.

Max pursed his lips and cleared his throat to get her attention , smiling at her her tensely when she turned her head only a little to look at him, raising a eyebrow at him questionably .

Oblivious to the brewing upset in his stomach as he watched his best friend easily fall into her new role without him.

She didn't even look upset in the slightest. Despite having spent three years by his side and driving for redbull.

There was only a giant , almost relieved smile on her pretty face as she proudly sat beside Charles in her new Ferrari race suit and hat , looking as though she had never been dressed in anything but red.

Max tried to be happy for her, knowing how much she had always dreamed of driving for a team like Ferrari. He had seen the pictures of her when she was a kid , wearing a custom Ferrari racesuit at every karting event. The way she had told everyone around her that someday she would race for her favourite team in the world.

Max had been naive in believing that her years at redbull would change her mind and make her stay.

But he had been so comfortable and secure in their friendship , and in their teamwork that her sudden move had blind sighted him and left him feeling more than a little dazed.

His chest hasn't stopped feeling tight since the day he had watched Charles leclerc Jog over to her at a party and tell her how much he couldn't wait to get to know her better and be her teammate . Cherrie easily bringing him into a hug and telling him the same thing.

Because it was no secret to anyone that the Ferrari driver had a long standing crush on his best friend , ever since they were kids and they were all racing against each other in karting completions and events.

Charles had always followed her around with hearts in his eyes despite Cherrie being completely oblivious to his feelings , only ever focused on winning.

Max hadn't been oblivious . But he had felt smug and triumphant the moment that Cherrie was announced as his teammate instead of Charles what felt like so long ago now.

He had thought that it would mean that the mans little crush would fade and that nothing would ever happen between the two of them. Because she was by his side more often than not which meant that Charles didn't stand a chance with her, not while max was around.

But now she was no longer his teammate but charles’s and he could only watch in silent uneasiness as Cherrie gave him all her attention like it was the normal between them now. Laughing at his little jokes he whispered to her to make her laugh , smiling at him like he was her new best friend .

As though she hadn't been on a podium not so long ago with Max's arms around her as they celebrated together , smiling up at him like he was the only person in the world .

That had been the most happiest moment of his life. Winning with her and celebrating with her. The two of them partying all night and ended up curled up against each other between the sheets at the end of the night. Like they always did.

Because the friendship and intimacy between them had always been easy. Had always been casual and unspoken of between them.

To the outside world they were just good friends and even better teammates . But behind closed doors max had her all to himself. She was the one that he went to when he felt like he had no one left to call that really cared about him.

It was her arms that he fell into when he was tired, it was her arms that he slept in when he just wanted peace and safety .

It was her lips that he kissed whenever they shared a bottle a wine or downed shots together at yet another party, both of them blaming the alcohol for their actions and max just laughing it off whenever she asked him why he always ended up in her bed when they were drunk .

He should have told her that he loved her. But he was too much of a coward to tell her sober and that kissing her while drunk was the only way he got to play pretend .

The only time where he had enough confidence and carelessness to take her to his bed and pretend that she would never leave .

She been his lover in secret . But his best friend to the rest of the world .

But as he watched Charles smile at her shyly , their chairs so close together that he was practically pressed against her side . His eyes never leaving her pretty face as she smiled at the reporters cheekily, proudly showing off her Ferrari cap to them . Not at all bothered by the change of her life.

She just kept smiling while max felt like his entire world was crashing down.

Watching the love of his life only give him a friendly glance , muttering a quick hello to him. Despite not having seen him in over three month. The longest the two hadn't fallen into old habits .

Max was struggling without her . Confused and angry , restless and uneasy by the sudden change.

Yet Cherrie had never looked more relaxed and confident in herself . No longer clinging to his side or chatting to him during press while max told her to be quite , he would lean away from her subtly during their conferences in the past, not wanting anyone to notice their familiar closeness .

Not wanting anyone to see how much he loved her.

He had been so worried with what everyone else would think about him and too concerned with keeping his feelings a secret. That he had failed to see her slowly pulling away from him in return.

Because although she still acted like she was his friend . No longer did she kiss him when she was drunk and no longer did she whisper jokes to him to try and make him smile at her . Wanting to make him laugh even though max barely ever cracked , just giving her a small shake of his head to get her to stop.

He only ever laughed with her in private . He only ever held her when they were alone.

But now as he watched Charles smile at her , unafraid of what anyone else thought of the way he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Max felt like a crate had fallen upon his shoulders as he watched Cherrie lean into her new teammate like she used to do with him.

He inhaled deeply , Nudging her side . "Where have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in too long.." he muttered to her quietly , keeping his eyes locked on the side of her pretty face .

Cherrie just smiled at him a little , leaning back

In her seat and giving a little casual shrug.

No blush came to her cheeks like it usually did whenever max would lean close to her and refuse to look away.

Instead she stayed calm and unbothered , looking back at him easily. Not at all nervous about the eye contact like she usually was.

"Just been getting to know my new team. I've been busy.." she simply answered him.

Charles , having been listening to them, leaned forward on the table and smiled over at max . Oblivious to his growing dislike for him.

Instead he just chuckled and told him "I've been trying to convince her to move to Monaco. I took her on a tour over the weekend but I think it was the ice cream shop that won her over." He giggled , glancing at her fondly .

Cherrie just smirked and looked over at him , nudging his shoulder gently with her own.

"Best ice cream I've ever had . If you ever want to change careers then being a professional tour guide would be the perfect job for you." She joked to him.

Charles laughed "no thank you! Then I'd have to be surrounded by more people all day. I don't think I'd enjoy it very much." He scrunched up his nose , more of an introvert just like Cherrie was.

Their need for peace and hatred of being in crowds only bonded them further .

Cherrie humming along in agreement. "Honestly.. I love this job but If I could get away with just going straight home after the race instead of doing press and having to socialise with people without being sued..." she sighed dreamily at the idea "that'd be lovely . To win a race and then just go straight home to bed.."

Charles grinned, nodding his head along with her words. "Definitely! But order some food on the way home too. Some pasta .." he mused giving her a knowing glance.

Cherrie lit up , laughing . "Obviously-"

Max buttered into their made up plans with a frown , looking at Cherrie in confusion . "I thought you hated pasta? You've always said that you don't like to eat it because it's always too dry or boring." He had tried to get her to eat it for years but she would never budge on her stance .

So he could only watch with growing unease as Cherrie just shrugged casually and laughed, nudging Charles again who was looking more than a little proud of himself .

"Turns out I just hadn't tried the right pasta before. Charles made me some and oh my god.." she gushed to him, unaware of the feelings she was causing him.

"He made me pesto and then macaroni. And then there was this other one with this garlic sauce.. honestly .. best thing I've ever eaten in my life. So if I weigh more now and the team scolds me , this is entirely your fault Charles." She told him with a grin, laughing a little .

Charles just beamed at her , his cheeks flushing from her complimenting his food . Having spent weeks making her different pasta dishes after she had told him that she didn't like pasta. He had been on a mission to change her mind.

A pretty easy thing to do apparently . One bite and now she was a pasta fanatic .

Charles just liked watching her eat the food he made for her, liked to see the little dance she did in her chair when she hummed happily , eating like she had been starving her whole life . Not at all bothered about stuffing her face in front of him.

He also liked the way she would kiss his cheek in thanks afterwords. Promising him that she could cook for him next time too.

He just liked her. He liked her company and he liked her smile. He liked every single thing about her and unlike max , he wasn't scared to show his feelings .

Before he could say anything else , the reporter cleared his throat and the conference quickly started up again.

Max frowned to himself as he leaned back in his chest. Still a little hurt by the way she had apparently fallen in love with Charles cooking while max had begged her to let him make her pasta for years , only ever getting a firm no . Refusing to try anything new.

Apparently she didn't have that resolve with her new teammate. Max felt his stomach sink even further as he briefly recalled a moment from a year ago ago when Cherrie had told him that she would happily try pasta if he took her out to dinner, telling him excitedly about a new fancy restaurant that had opened up around the corner .

Max had scoffed and told her that he'd just make her some at home. That it was a bad idea to go out together incase someone spotted them and took any photographs of them on a date , all Cosy together. Still too afraid to be anything but friends with her in public .

She had never asked him to take her out to dinner again after that.

He wished then that he had taken her out to dinner every night. That he had laughed at her silly little jokes and smiled at her just because.

Maybe then he wouldn't be sitting beside her feeling like he was losing her with each breath he took.

"Cherrie. How does it feel to be the new driver for a team like Ferrari? It came as a surprise to the fans who had assumed that you would have resigned a contract with redbull . Was there any hesitation in your move? Any reason to why you chose to leave?" The man asked her , camera filming the three of them closely .

Cherrie fiddled with the bottle of water on the table , smiling a little as she thought about the best way to Answer him. Knowing that every little thing she would say would be picked apart for drama and speculation .

She knew that no one had expected her sudden move to the red team. No one but herself who had known what she was going to do for a while now.

Yet she still felt a little guilty as she glanced beside her to see max frowning down at the table in front of him , obviously not happy with her move either.

But she had to do it. She had to put herself first for once .

She wanted to be selfish and she wanted a chance to move away from the shadow of just being a silly girl who followed max around like a lost puppy , just begging for scraps of his attention . Only ever getting it when the doors closed behind them.

She had loved working with him, that was not doubtful. They had been great teammates and great friends .

But she was tired of the same old secret glances and broken promises . The years passing her by in the blink of an eye and Cherrie had still found herself waiting in the sidelines for him to chose her, for him to not be so ashamed of loving her .

She couldn't wait forever .

She couldn't just keep standing in a crowded room and never feeling more alone even though he was standing by her side , his fingers brushing hers as he refused to even touch her properly in case someone saw .

So how could she say no when an offer to drive for Ferrari came up?

Alongside a new teammate who had never been afraid of hugging her in public . Who had always laughed at her stupid jokes and smiled at her brightly whenever she walked into a room, who wasn't afraid of embarrassing himself just to make her laugh .

Who would wave his hands in the air like a crazy person to get her attention among hundreds of people watching them.

Who , the first night of her signing her contract had took her out to her favourite restaurant without her even mentioning wanting to go. Who had simply told her that he would pick her up at seven.

Who had held her hand to pull her through the flashing cameras surrounding them.

Who hasn't shied away from her in the eyes of strangers , uncaring of who saw them together .

It was a no brainer and there had been no hesitation to sigh that contract and start over again.

It was for the best.

"It feels amazing . I've always dreamed ever since I was a little kid of being able to drive for Ferrari." She told the press honestly , quietly and with a small smile .

Feeling Charles place his hand over hers that was twitching on her knee anxiously , quietly stopping her from pulling at her clothes anymore. Not even glancing away from the reporter as he gave her hand a comforting squeeze.

Cherrie let out a small laugh, exhaling loudly to expel the stress she felt . Smiling to herself at the feeling of Charles hand over her own.

“And there wasn't really any hesitation or a particular reason for me doing it. It just felt like it was the right time.. things can't stay the same way forever and .." she glanced over at a silent max for a moment before glancing away.

"-I think that sometimes change is the only choice. Even when it feels scary and overwhelming..change can be a good thing . At least I hope it Is a good thing for me .." she laughed again, pushing her hair behind her ear .

Looking beside her to see Charles already smiling at her encouragingly , tapping his fingers over her knuckles to let her know that she was doing good .

She took a deep breath and looked back to the cameras, refusing to look over at max who she could see was now staring at her from the corner of her eye.

Hearing him Inhale sharply at her words, no doubt hearing the double meaning behind them referring to their complicated relationship.

"So yeah. I'm excited and happy for what my future holds here. I'll definitely miss my old team but..." she shrugged a little "it's time to move on and open a new page in my life ." She said firmly , smiling at them to let them know she was finished with her answer .

The man nodded his head , asking her another question quickly . "Will you miss your old teammate ? I imagine it will be quite a change working side by side with Charles now seeing as you and max having been teammates for quite some time." He asked her curiously.

Everyone having picked up on their chemistry and closeness over the years , surprised to see her now so willing to leave that all behind.

Cherrie slowly nodded her head. Clearing her throat a little with a small, nervous chuckle.

Glancing beside her to see max looking at her blankly with his lips pursed.

She took a deep breath and answered what came to mind first. "I will miss him. He's been in my life for a long time now and had become someone that..that I deeply care about but .." she laughed nervously , pulling on charle's fingers , twirling around one of his rings. Unable to stop fidgeting . It was a bad, anxious habit she had.

"Maybe he'll do even better without me now-"

Max scoffed and shook his head at her, looking at her in silent disbelief .

"Definitely not. We worked well together , it'll be strange doing it without you by my side now." He muttered , looking straight at her.

I can't do this without you. Is what he wanted to say.

Cherrie didn't hear his silent plea.

She just smiled at him a little "we'll still be racing together. Just in different cars ." She said laughing , Charles joining her .

He looked between the two of them with a grin, oblivious of the tension between the two ex teammates.

"It will be fun to see you both fighting against each other on the track . You've always had orders to have his back but now you can have the chance at beating him. It'll be very fun to watch." He grinned at her, nudging her shoulder and making her laugh at how excited he seemed at the very thought of her in a Ferrari overtaking her old teammate on the track.

Max smiled a little forcefully . Glancing down at the way the two were pressed together side by side , their arms never leaving each other.

"I think I'll still win. You've definitely downgraded with the new car. Ferrari is pretty but not as powerful as redbulls." He tried joking .

Cherrie just laughed, not even glancing at him as she said "but I've upgraded with Charles . So.." grinning as the crowd in front of them laughed and 'oooohed' at her jab at him.

Charles was giggling beside her, cheeks red as she winked at him teasingly .

Max just shook his head , keeping the smile on his face despite the way he felt like his heart was breaking with each moment he saw between them.

He managed to finally catch her on her own after the conference . Waiting for Charles to be pulled away into some other media duties before he gently pulled her into a empty room.

Cherrie didn't look surprised by his actions. Simply letting him close the door behind them, sitting down on the edge of a table and glancing up at him calmly .

Folding her hands on her lap and watching him closely as he leant against the door and looked down at her quietly .

There was nothing but tense silence for a moment before max finally broke it, his voice quiet.

"I've missed you." He told her , tucking his hands into his pockets so he wouldn't pull her into his arms and hold her tight like he wanted to.

Usually at this point she would smile and hug him tightly , telling him that she missed him too.

But not this time. Instead she just smiled a little and shrugged her shoulders softly .

"I've been busy-" she started to make her excuse for being so distant from him.

"With Charles. You've been busy with him." He cut her off bitterly . Crossing his arms over his chest and struggling to keep the upset from his face .

Cherrie paused , eyeing him with a small frown before sighing quietly .

"Yes ...with Charles too. We've been getting to know each other more . We actually have a lot in common, I don't know why I hadn't become better friends with him before this." She replied but she knew the answer to her own question too.

She hadn't given Charles a chance before . Hadn't even looked at him twice because all she had cared about was max .

Her whole head had been filled with making sure that she only loved him In secret , too busy hiding their rendezvouses from their friends to give much thought to anything , or anyone else.

For years , for her it had been max , max and max. He had been her top priority alway.

Yet she hadn't even made it in his top three .

She only became centre of his mind when the sun went down and they were alone again. He needed her then, only at midnight.

Cherrie had needed him always. Maybe that had been the problem . Her downfall .

She had always loved too much and never gotten back in return what she so easily gave away.

"This- this isn't going to change us is it? We're-" he hesitated . Not knowing how to even label what they had. "-were still friends aren't we? We're okay?" It came out more of a plea than a question , desperate for her to make him feel better again.

Cherrie just looked at him for a moment. Taking in his soft eyes and downturned lips, the way he took a small step to be closer to her.

For the first time ever, she took a step away from him.

Keeping her smile in place even though she felt her resolve building , felt something shift inside of her that felt a lot like hope. That felt a lot like letting go.

"We're okay max." She told him quietly , squeezing his arm gently before stepping around him to get to the door.

Thinking about how Charles was no doubt waiting for her in the parking lot, having told her that he was taking her out for dinner again tonight.

They were going to muilens , a restaurant that Cherrie had begged for max to go with her on her last birthday, a place where she had went a lot as a kid with her own family .

He had refused to go with her 'they'll be too many people watching us. You know what people will think if they see us dining together at night.." he had told her with a apologetic grimace , kissing her head and telling her that he was going to order them some takeout instead .

Charles had practically begged her to take him when she told him of one of her favourite places to eat. He had listened with rapture and interest as she told him about her memory's as a child there, laughing at her funny stories of her family .

He had booked a reservation without her even having to ask. Telling her that he couldn't wait to see the place that she held so fondly in her heart .

The reminder of the difference between them was enough to make any hesitation to stay fade away.

She just gave max a smile and for once didn't feel any sadness or any anger at his refusal to be seen with her as anything other than friends .

Then she walked away and left max being the one stood alone in a empty room for a change.

Max knew that things weren't going to be okay between them anymore when an accident played out on the track between him and Charles .

His rearer wheel having clipped the ferraris front wheel and sent them both spinning in opposite directions of the track, both of them crashing into the walls at full speed.

It was almost a replay of his crash the year before with another driver . The only difference this time being that as he was pulling himself out of his wrecked car , he looked over and seen Cherrie pull herself out of her own Ferrari despite orders not to. The same way she always did for him as his teammate too.

Only this time she wasn't running to max. She didn't even glance in his direction, her focus set on the man pulling himself out of the broken Ferrari opposite him.

She ran to Charles and quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, helping get him out and hurriedly making sure that he was okay.

Max could only watch silently , feeling his heart break in his chest as Charles took a hold of her arms and assured her that he was okay before pulling her into a familiar embrace.

Holding onto her tightly , their helmets knocking together but neither of them caring as the medics came running over , ushering Charles along with them.

He watched as Charles reached behind him to grab at cherries hand , talking to the medic and tugging her along with him, her fingers easily intertwining with his like she had held his hand a hundred times before.

And maybe she had.

Because last year when Cherrie had ran over to him with worry in her voice asking him if he was okay, he had pushed her away.

Snapping at her to get back into her car and stop making a scene , too worried about what everyone was going to think when they saw her embrace him. He had quickly pulled away and missed the way her eyes had filled with tears , too busy walking away to notice .

He wondered if this was karma showing him a little too late what he had done wrong .

Showing her with Charles , who didn't hesitate to hold her hand and pull her close .

Reaching over to pull off her helmet so he could look into her eyes as he reassured her over and over again that he was okay, smiling at her fondly when she still fussed over him, not at all worried about what people would think. He just pulled her closer.

While max had pulled away.

He swallowed down the lump rising in his throat and looked away, silently following the medic and regretting every moment that he had pushed her away in fear .

Too much of a coward to love her proudly and publicly .

Too much of an idiot to see the moment that she had finally had enough and done the same to him.

Pushing him away just like he had done to her over the years, again and again and again.

And the pain that he felt rising in his chest was only a feeling that Cherrie had known all too well.

Max thought that he could apologise and make it up to her again at her birthday party. Some big fancy club that her friends had rented out for her , feeling almost like things were back to normal between them again as he sat beside her in the booth while she rambled on about her day.

Unable to take his eyes off her. She looked so beautiful and confident beside him, dressed in a sparkling red dress with her hair perfectly curled and makeup dark and sultry .

With a air of happiness surrounding her . She had never looked or felt more beautiful .

Giving max a casual grin as she sipped on her favourite cocktail drink, it was bright pink and had a tiny umbrella in it, sugar around the rim.

Over the years she had tried to get max to try it , but he never did. Claiming that he didn't like 'girly drinks' and just stuck to his whiskey and beer instead.

She was happy and tipsy enough to try again, lifting her bright pink cocktail in his direction hopefully. Giving him another chance.

"It's my birthday! You have to try it!" She almost has to shout to be heard over the booming music in the club . "It's so nice! It's really good!" She tried to convince him with wide eyes , waving it at him.

Max shook his head , pushing her hand away from him with a small laugh.

Glancing down at the end of the booth to see Daniel giving him a pointed look, nodding at him to just give in and try the bloody drink .

Being the only other driver that knew about their past and his complicated feelings for her.

Being the only one to give him a slap around the head and tell him to stop being so afraid of what other people thought . That good love doesn't wait around for nothing.

"No. No. I don't want to. It's pink and I don't like sweet drinks!" He denied her again, not wanting to get caught and have pictures of himself with a pink drink in his hand all over the internet .

Cherrie pouted at him , blinking her eyes at him prettily . "But it's so good! How will you know you don't like it if you never try it?- please max-" she whined , nudging his shoulder with a hopeful grin.

He just shook his head at her "no-" he was about to deny her request again when a familiar driver stumbled over to them .

Looking down at them with a tipsy grin, ruffling cherries hair with a loud laugh.

"I've been looking for you! Are you having fun?" Charles shouted down to her happily, eyes never leaving her pretty face. Leaning against the table , not sitting down.

She looked up at him with a smile , lifting up her pink cocktail to him with a slight pout .

"Max won't try it! I've been trying to convince him for years but he won't try anything I like! He never does !” She whined, drunk enough not to care about anybody else hearing her moan on about another little thing that max did that upset her.

Charles just glanced down at the pink drink with a smile , Tilting his head at her .

“It tastes good?" He asked her while pulling out his phone and motioning for her to pose with it .

"Smile beauty!" He exclaimed while laughing loudly as she beamed up at him toothily , lifting the drink up in front of her proudly as he took a picture of her.

Shaking his head fondly at her before putting his phone back away. His camera roll already filled with candid photos and memories that the two of them had made together.

Max had never taken pictures of her. Too afraid of them being leaked to the public.

Charles had a whole folder dedicated to pictures of just her. Shared for all of his friends to see.

Cherrie glanced up at him hopefully , hesitating slightly before asking "you want to try it? I promise you it's really good! It's my favourite!" She was ready for him to reject her offer like max did, already lowering her glass.

But Charles surprised her by taking the glass from

Her hand and taking a swig without hesitation , pulling a impressed face as he swallowed it down, looking back down at Cherrie with a giant grin.

"It's good! Very sweet! We should have these at movie night." He said to her unashamed , even grinning at Lando who was taking a photo of him with the bright pink drink, Charles not embarrassed at all.

He just liked the beaming smile Cherrie gave him as she gasped loudly , giggling. Overly happy at something that was so simple to others. But it meant everything to her.

"You like it?!" She gasped happily , gazing up at him with wide eyes. Laughing loudly when he rapidly nodded his head and drained the last of her drink.

"If you like it then I like it! You tried that whiskey that I had last week." He simply countered back "it's only fair that I try what you like too!"

Cherrie's smiled couldn't get any bigger .

Her face suddenly lighting up as a familiar song blared around the club, gasping loudly and smacking max on the arm in excitement.

"It's Shakira! Oh my god this is my shit!" She yelled happily jumping up to her feet. Looking down at max with a smile "are you coming?!" She motioned over to the dance floor, already knowing what his answer would be. But giving him once last chance to try again.

Max slowly shook his head, frowning to himself as he watched her climb out of the booth and over to Charles with a excited grin.

"I don't dance. You know that.." he muttered, upset by the way she wasn't even looking at him anymore .

Too busy giggling at Charles who was shaking his hips at her jokingly .

"Whenever! Wherever! We're meant to be together!" He sang loudly , unashamedly .

Too focused on making Cherrie laugh as he span her around with his arm, Cherrie giggling as she pulled him along to the dance floor with her happily .

"You like Shakira! You wanna dance with me?" Max could hear her shout to Charles just before they were out of reach.

Charles just pulling a face like his answer should be obvious , wrapping his arms around her waist and dancing with her without a care in the world for who was watching .

"Yes! I'll dance with you anytime!" Charles shouted down to her , laughing loudly as he spun her around in a circle again. Both of them jumping up and down and dancing like a pair of crazy people, grinning at each other and taking turns singing the chorus.

Cherrie looked happy.

Truly and purely happy as she giggled hysterically, tears of laughter in her eyes as Charles wiggled his butt at her just to make her laugh.

Biting down on his lip in adoration as he watched her beam up at him, covering her face with her hands as she pretended to push him away.

Before falling back into his arms with a gentle tug of his hand on her arm , wrapping her arms around his neck as they danced together without a care in the world

Max felt his heart sink as he watched them, Daniel shaking his head at him in disappointment .

"Dude..." he sighed out , looking over at him with a frown .

“Why didn't you dance with her? Why don't you ever dance with her? That's all she wanted.." he said, not understanding why he couldn't just let go and make be happy.

Max didn't have an answer for him.

Too busy watching the way Cherrie was smiling up at Charles like he was the only person in the world.

The same smile that she used to give him. The same smile that he never returned out of fear of strangers realising how in love with her he was.

"The only persons opinion you should have cared about is hers Max. Not some stranger that you don't even know. You should have only cared about what she thought about you mate.." Daniel told him honestly , not impressed with the years of watching his friend brush her affections and love away like it was a nuisance for him.

Watching the way cherries smile had faded each time max looked embarrassed at her affection.

Each time he let go of her hand, each time that he refused to hug her back in front of a crowd . Each time that he venomously denied them ever being more than friends despite being the one that he ran to each night .

Despite the fact that he could love her at midnight yet he couldn't even hold her hand in the morning.

Daniel had watched cherrie's happiness crumble and seen the way she had retreated into herself.

She didn't talk so loud , she didn't walk so proud anymore.

Until Charles came along and wrapped her back up In sunshine. Unashamed to be with her and loudly gushing over her at every chance he got. Proudly telling anyone he could about how amazing his teammate was.

He held her hand in the morning and he fell asleep holding her hand to his chest at night.

He drank pink cocktails with her. He ate her weird foods and took her to her favourite restaurants.

She didn't have to beg him to spend time with her, didn't have to plead for his attention because his eyes were already watching her with a smile that spoke a thousand words.

Because while max had spent years only ever loving her in secret. Refusing to tell their friends and refusing to put a label on what they were.

Charles had spent years silently loving her in the background too .

Waiting for the day that she would see him too. Patiently waiting for her to realise that she deserved more than rushed fucks in the bathroom and hurried kisses in the dark.

That she deserved not to be hidden away like her love was something to be ashamed of. She didn't deserve to be anyone's dirty secret.

It had taken years of crying herself to sleep and tears of wishing that she could be someone that max wasn't ashamed of loving.

Years of hoping that this time next year would be the one where he admitted that he loved her. Where he suddenly became proud of being by her side.

But that never happened and Cherrie had enough.

She had opened the door to leave and found Charles waiting patiently for her on the other side with fulfilled promises and no more Empty dreams.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world." Charles told her with a breath of awe , holding her to his chest as they danced away without caring about who was watching .

Cherrie blushed, glancing up at him hopefully , broken heart shattered no more. Feeling the pieces slowly start to fix back together as she looked at the soft look on Charles face , the way his arms held her so proudly , the way he touched her so softly , admiring her openly without any shame.

"Really?"

Max had never told her how beautiful she was before. Not outside of sex.

She felt butterflies fill her stomach as she watched Charles cheeks colour red , shyly meeting her eyes.

He swallowed, laughing bashfully yet he still pulled her closer to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Really. I've always thought it but never got the chance to tell you.." he told her honestly , eyes never leaving her own.

And max could only watch with growing regret in his chest and sickness in his stomach as Cherrie cupped his face in her hands delicately , shaking her head at him with a look on her face that he had never seen before.

It was a open look of softness, of admiration ... of disbelief and awe. As if she couldn't believe what she was being told.

As if she had just discovered what love truly was.

Because what was love if you couldn't touch it. You couldn't feel it? You can't hear it or taste it on your tongue?

What was love if it was never spoken? Never felt and never given without shame...?

And that was the moment that max knew he had lost her to Charles.

Tears filling his eyes as he shakily held onto his whiskey, watching as Charles leaned down and kissed Cherrie in front of a crowded room without any shame.

Cherrie leaning into him and smiling against his lips, both of them laughing into the kiss in relief and in love as he proudly told her what max should have all along.

"I love you. You're so easy to fall in love with.." Charles breathed out , nudging their noses together gently. Completely in awe of her .

And for once in a long , long time. Cherrie didn't feel alone in a crowded room.

The arms around her didn't feel so cold and temporary.

There was no ticking timer on her heart, counting down the seconds until he pulled away and she would be alone again, left filled with shame .

There was nothing but Charles smiling down at her. Pulling her closer to his body and telling her he loved her in front of all of their friends .

Cherrie felt what it felt like for a man to love you without restrictions . Without rules and regulations. Without shame and regret.

She felt her heart shine. She felt the pieces that she had thought to be broken beyond repair, become whole again.

She felt happy. She felt love. And she knew it was real then.

Knew that this was what it was supposed to feel like to be in love so purely .

Love wasn't supposed to hurt her. Love wasn't supposed to make her cry herself to sleep at night.

Love wasn't supposed to slip out of her room in the the early hours of the morning so he couldn't be seen with her.

Love was Charles. Who smiled at her so softly , so pure and genuine that she knew.

This was what she had been waiting for her whole life.

She was done waiting for max who was too afraid to love her in the light .

Why should she torture herself anymore when she had a man that looked at her like she had hung the stars in his universe?

Who kissed her like she was a goddess that could grant all of his wishes and give him everlasting happiness till the day that they died...

She was loved.

She just wished that she had realised it sooner .

She had Been loving the wrong man all along.

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