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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 year ago

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Are your requests open? I would love to request a dad!carlos fic if you feel like it ❤️ also side note, I’m not a huge Max fan but your baby fever fic literally had me kicking my feet and giggling so well done

Picture of Perfection - Carlos Sainz

If you were being honest with yourself, you shouldn't have been in work today. You had never felt worse, and it was really putting a damper on your performance. You had been Fred Vasseur's assistant since he had replaced Binotto at Ferrari, and your job was pretty easy.

You sorted his schedule and his emails into different sections. But today, you couldn't even muster the energy to respond to the numerous unimportant emails that Fred received on a daily basis. Your head was throbbing, you felt sick to your stomach, and you wished you could shrivel up into a ball and die.

As the phone rung, the shrill ringtone felt like a nail being tapped into your skull with every note, and you were sure your head was going to explode. Picking up the call wasn't at the top of your to do list, but if it stopped the ringing, then it was worth it.

"You're speaking to Y/N, how can I help?" you said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. As long as people didn't look at you, there was no way to tell that you felt like you were dying. "I think you're the one that needs help," a voice chuckled, and relief flooded you when you heard it.

"Did you call to talk to Fred, or to make fun of me, Carlos?" You asked your oh so sympathetic fiance. "We have our fun, but I was calling to check up on you. How are you feeling, querida?" he asked, his tone changing to a slightly more soft one.

"I'm fine, just a little rough. I'll bring your lunch down in a few," you said, checking the time on your computer. "You really don't sound fine," he pressed, but he had bigger things to focus on today. Him and Charles were testing out some upgrades on the car.

"I will be after lunch, I'm sure. Can you ask Charles if he wants anything as well?" You said, walking to the canteen. Carlos knew you wouldn't be fine, but he would wait to see you to make his final decisions about what he would do with you.

You heard some muffled voices through the phone, before Carlos said, "Yeah, get him the same as me, I'll see you in a minute," he said, putting the phone down. You trudged down to the canteen and picked up the food for the pair of them.

As you walked, people cast dubious glances in your direction. You knew you felt awful, but it was apparent that you weren't looking great either. You kept your head held as high as you could as you wandered down to the garage, and found Carlos and Charles sat by their cars as the mechanics adjusted some things.

"Lunch is served," you smiled, painting on your best poker face. But, there were cracks running through from the start, and Carlos saw straight through it. They both thanked you as you handed them their lunch, and you stepped to stand back beside Carlos.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong," Carlos said, barely loud enough to be heard over the noise of the cars and machines that the engineers and mechanics were running. "I promise, I'm OK," you reassured him. He knew that was a lie, and so did everyone around you.

Your skin was paler and your eyes looked sunken. You were also looking more dishevelled than normal, since you were usually quite bright and bouncy. "If you don't tell me what's wrong, then I can't help you," he said, looking up at you with those big brown eyes.

His fingers slowly trailed up and down your spine as you stood next to him, and you felt a wave of nausea rush over you. The smell of the oil, the fuel and burning rubber caused your stomach to twist in knots, and you firmly gripped your hand onto Carlos' shoulder to steady yourself. You were slightly dizzy and unsteady on your feet.

"Hey, hey, sit down for a second," he told you, standing up and gently pushing you towards the seat he had just vacated. Sitting down was arguably the last thing you needed right now. Your eyes darted around the garage, hunting something down that would be the best option to spill your guts into.

Nothing checked out.

Your last option was to sprint to the bathrooms at the back of the garage, and you came up with all of this in around a second. Your mind had never worked so fast. Within a blink of an eye, you had run all the way across the garage, hand firmly pressed against your mouth.

"Shit," you heard Carlos say behind you as his footsteps followed you closely. You barged through the ladies room and into the first open stall. Everything that you had eaten throughout the day exited your body in a violent wretch, and your throat was left burning and raw.

"You're OK, just let it out," Carlos said, rubbing your back and pulling your hair out of the way. You looked up at him, concern written all over his face. "You guys OK?" you heard Charles shout, confused at how fast everything had gone south.

"Could you pass me a water, please?" Carlos called back, going to the door to catch it. Throwing it might not have been the best idea, but it certainly was the quickest. He cracked it open, before handing it to you.

"Thanks," you said, your voice scratchy and hoarse as you spoke. The taste of it still lingered on your tongue and it was far from pleasant. "I'll go get your stuff, then I'll drive you home," he said, handing you some paper towels from the dispenser.

"I'll be fine, it'll pass," you said, taking a sip from the water.

"No, you need to go home," he said, taking a step towards you. You were never sick, so this was unusual. He would be more worried about you if you were at work, because you'd be more comfortable at home.

You took another sip of your water. "Honestly, Carlos, I'll be fine in-," you started, before hunching back over the toilet. It was just straight water, and your body was rejecting everything you put in it. "You were saying?" he teased, leaning against the sinks.

You just looked at him, discomfort etched onto your features. "Come on, you're going home," he said, gently taking your elbow. "I can drive myself, you've got important stuff to do," you said, not wanting to interrupt his day.

"I'm on break for an hour, that's enough time to get you home," he said, his heart aching to see you like you were. "OK, I'll go and tell Fred I'm going,"

"I'll take care of all that, you just go to the car and I'll get your stuff," he told you, leading you out of the bathroom and back through the garage. "You alright?" Charles asked, realising how much worse you looked in the pan of five minutes.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine," you weakly smiled at him.

"I'll be back in a bit," Carlos told him as he helped you walk out to the car. You sat in the passenger seat, actually quite glad to be going home. Carlos went to get your things, and came back to the car. "When we get home, you're going straight to bed," Carlos said.

"Sure, dad," you laughed, the motion of you giggling making your stomach churn. You closed your eyes for a minute, waiting for it to pass. "Just breathe, baby," he told you as if you hadn't already tried that.

"Easier said than done," you said, gripping your thighs to try and take the edge off, to focus your mind on something else. Without another word, Carlos took one of your hands and threaded his fingers through yours as he drove home. His thumb subconsciously ran up and down, just out of habit.

You pulled up outside your house, slowly stepping out of the car. You took another moment to steady yourself, the dizziness returning. "Take it steady, take it steady," Carlos softly instructed, looping an arm around your waist as he walked you inside.

"Couch or bed?" Carlos asked as you stood in the entrance hall.

"Couch, it's close to the kitchen and the bathroom," you said as he sat you on the couch.

"You want to get changed?" He asked. He had this compulsion inside of him to take care of you. Seeing you uncomfortable made him uncomfortable. It was like this itch inside his brain that couldn't be scratched unless you were happy.

"The less moving involved, the better," you said, flopping down on the couch and not wanting to move from your position. "I'll see what I can do," he nodded, ascending up the stairs and rooting through the drawers to find what he was looking for.

Yes, it was his hoodie, but you wore it more than him. He would wear it once, then it was yours for the taking. "Here, do you want a drink?" He said, passing you the hoodie. You slipped it over your head, not bothered to take off your clothes from work.

"No thanks, it would come back to bite me anyway," you told him, bringing your knees up to your chest as you settled against the armrest of the couch. "You need to stay hydrated, you'll feel worse if you don't," he said, disappearing into the kitchen and returning with a glass of water.

"I'll try," you said. Carlos picked a blanket up from the back of the couch and draped it over you, making sure you were cosy. "You need anything else before I go?" He asked, not wanting to leave you by yourself. This was one of those days where you would benefit from his presence, from him holding you.

"I don't think so, I'll see you later," you tried to smile, not wanting him to be late for the end of lunch break. Charles would be waiting for him and so would everyone else. "OK, call me if you need me, alright?" He said, approaching you and kissing you on the forehead.

"I will," you said, picking up the TV remote and pressing the 'on' button. You shifted around for a second, before finding your comfy position. "I'll be back as soon as I can," he called, closing the door and heading back to the factory.

After around an hour, you tried sipping at the water, but it just came back up after a few minutes. As the movie you were watching came to a close, you were left in silence after the entire credits had rolled.

You were left thinking. You hadn't been feeling too great for the last few days, but this was the worst of it. It didn't take much thinking for you to come to a conclusion. There were a few factors that added to it too.

Surely not though, right? And this wasn't the time for that. You and Carlos hadn't been engaged for that long, and you weren't thinking about that now. Maybe in a few years, yes, but definitely not now.

You sat there, fighting with yourself in your mind, feeling sicker with worry than you did with nausea. You told yourself you were being silly, and that you were just jumping to the most drastic conclusion possible.

Everything was going to be fine.

Carlos, on the other hand, was worried sick about you for a whole other reason. He thought you were sick, like, sick sick. Not the kind of sick you thought you were. He thought you had a stomach bug, but not a literal one.

Him and Charles had another quick, fifteen minute break to sit and have a drink while the mechanics tinkered on some things. "Is Y/N alright?" Charles asked, glugging some more water down. "Yeah, she'll be fine. It's probably just a bug or something,"

"You sure?" Charles questioned, cocking an eyebrow at his friend. "She's been off for what, nearly two weeks?" he said, referring to your numerous complaints about different ailments you had.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Carlos dismissed. You'd be right as rain again in a couple of days, that's what he kept telling himself. "You two have plenty of fun, just think about it," Charles smirked.

"No, no, mhm," Carlos shook his head in embarrassment, "I know what you're implying, but no," he rushed. "That you get up to a lot or what could be up with Y/N?"

"Both," Carlos said, standing and leaving Charles by himself. He couldn't think about either of those things right now.

"Carlos, is that you?" You called out, trying to act like everything was fine and you were feeling better. Well, you were feeling better, but you were just anxious. "Yeah, it's me," he said, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel alright, but the water came straight back up when I tried drinking it," you explained, not able to meet his eyes. He could tell there was something wrong by your body language. You were stiff and your hands were fidgeting.

"Come on, what's wrong?" he pressed, and you could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your face. "Nothing, I feel fine," you told him, shrugging your shoulders.

"Then what's really wrong?" he asked, grabbing your chin and turning your head so that you were looking at him. You didn't want to tell him. You didn't want him to be mad. This wasn't part of the plan.

You whispered what you wanted to say, but so quietly it was unintelligible. You weren't even sure you had fully formed legible words. "Louder, querida,".

"I think I'm pregnant," you said, staring into his eyes, searching. Searching for any sense of anger, annoyance, hatred towards you. But you saw nothing but the soft brown eyes you had become so accustomed to.

"Have you done a test or anything?" he asked, not really knowing what to say to you.

"No, not yet," you muttered, averting your eyes down to your hands instead of at Carlos.

"Then I'll go to the store, pick one up, and we can see, OK?" he asked.

"Yeah, OK, sounds good," you nodded, and he was gone nearly as quickly as he came. You didn't have a clue how he felt, he was completely neutral. He didn't show any emotion.

Before you knew it, you had left the test on the bathroom counter and sat with your back against it while you waited for the time to be over. Carlos wordlessly came and sat next you, resting his hands on his knees.

"What're we going to do if I am?" you broke the silence, the question being on the tip of your tongue since he had gotten back home. "I'll support whatever decision you make, no matter what," he said, his tone dripping with sincerity.

"If I am, I want to keep it," you mumbled, waiting for him to yell at you or walk out.

"Then I'll be here every step of the way," he said, "I- I want a baby with you, Y/N, I really do," he told you, placing a calming hand on your thigh. "I feel like there's a 'but' at the end of that sentence," you nervously said.

"No, baby, no, there's no but. I mean it," he said, and a part of you felt comforted at his words. The minutes went by and they felt like hours. Long, agonizing hours. "How long has it been?" he asked.

"Two minutes, I think?"

"OK, we'll give it a bit longer so the results are clear and everything," he nodded. He didn't want to tell you how much he actually wanted you to be pregnant, just in case you weren't. He didn't want you to feel like you had let him down or anything.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, turning to look at you. You were still pale, and you were still mindlessly fiddling with your fingers. "I'm scared, nervous, but excited at the same time. I'll be kind of disappointed if I'm not, but also terrified if I am,"

"Well whatever the outcome is, I'll be here. If you are, then that's great. But if you aren't, we can think about it fully and maybe start properly trying if that's what you want," he explained, and it sounded like music to your ears. "What would we do about the wedding?"

"I'd still have our wedding if you were pregnant, but if you don't want to, then we can wait. I honestly don't mind," he smiled, his fingers tracing random circles on the skin of your thigh. You were counting your lucky stars that you had ended up with a guy like Carlos.

"You think we should check?" you nervously laughed, genuinely not knowing what you wanted the outcome to be. "Do you want to do it or do you want me to do it?" he asked, wanting to make this as easy as possible for you.

"Could you go and stand outside while I do it?" you asked, and he happily nodded and stood outside the bathroom as you closed the door. You blocked out the world around you. In this moment, it was just you and your thoughts.

You took a deep breath, trying to slow your heart rate down a bit. You thought prolonging it would only make it worse, so you turned over the test on the counter and had to clap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming.

You stared at it, as if looking at it longer would change it. As if it would make that second pink line disappear. You tried to compose yourself before going to tell Carlos. You were trying to hide the joy, just incase what he said earlier was just him being supportive.

"Y/N? Baby? Are you alright?" he said, knocking on the door gently. You didn't answer, unsure of what would come out if you opened your mouth. "Querida? Por favor, diga algo," (please, say something). You could hear the concern and worry in his voice, but your mouth wouldn't say the words you wanted it to say.

"Can I come in?" he asked, getting really concerned at your lack of a response. He wouldn't have been surprised if he walked in and you had passed out due to your silence. Just as he turned the door handle, you opened the door.

You looked at him, wide-eyed, as you handed him the thing that would change your lives forever. You searched his face, trying to find any hints of emotion. You could see the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but you were certain your eyes were playing tricks on you.

You couldn't handle it anymore, so you threw your arms around his neck. "Are you happy?" he asked, not wanting to give his full reaction until he knew how you felt. "I'm ecstatic, you?"

"I'm over the moon, baby," he smiled, squeezing you back. He let you go, and you couldn't help but allow a few happy tears to slip down your cheeks."I think we're going to have to postpone the wedding," you told him, and he smiled and nodded.

"You're having my baby, your wish is my command," he said, vowing to be there through every little thing, and he was your slave for the next nine-or-so months. That was the least you deserved.

"This is amazing," you smiled, not really finding the words to express the joy you felt. It had all been so quick, but it had led to this, so you weren't going to complain. "Looks like you're stuck with me forever, now," you joked.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he smiled, trailing his fingers up and down your hips. You were all he ever wanted, and now you were having his child. His child. It didn't sound real, but in the best way possible.

You had gotten home early, and you couldn't stop looking and touching at the small bump you had growing. You were around 4 months pregnant at this point, and you couldn't have been more excited for your impending arrival.

You had just received a text from Carlos, asking if you wanted anything from the store while he was on his way home. He did this every day, no matter the time, no matter how tired he was, no matter what.

You and your baby came before everything and anything, with no exceptions. He treat you like a princess, and sometimes he stepped around you like you were a paper-thin sheet of glass. He didn't let you do much by yourself anymore.

You didn't mind, but you had asked him to stop treating you as if you were incompetent. You replied to his text with a food combination you had been desperate to try all day. Your brain was just telling you it would be good, so you thought you would feed it what it wanted.

Carlos responded with a 'That's gross, but sure', and you couldn't help but laugh. He was back after fifteen minutes, your items in hand. "If you get ill, don't blame me, OK?" he laughed, handing you the jar of pickles as well as the peanut butter.

"I honestly hate how good this looks to me right now," you laughed as he took a seat next to you. "Y'know, the lady at the counter said, 'It's either you know someone who's pregnant, or you've got weird tastes," he told you as you cracked open the peanut butter with a pop.

"What did you say?" asked, trying to open the jar of pickles, but struggling immensely.

"I told her my fiance was pregnant, and she was relieved," he laughed, finding it very amusing to watch you struggle. "Hand it here," he said, and you passed him the jar with a huff. Effortlessly, Carlos opened the jar of pickles, and you hated the way you felt about it.

It just made you tingle all over, and you blamed the hormones for making you go crazy. It was just something about the way his arms flexed to make his muscles pop and how his knuckles went white because of how hard he was gripping the lid.

"You like what you see?" he smirked, handing you the jar again.

"Maybe I do," you replied with a grin, batting your eyelashes at him. He looked at you with the eyes, and they never failed to reduce you to mush and answer his every last little request. But you had him under your spell.

"Later, querida," he winked at you, pushing himself off the couch. "I'm going to have a shower, you think you can cope with the thought of me till them?" he teased.

"Oh I'll be fine, don't you worry," you giggled.

"But first, I want to see the disgust on your face when you realise how disgusting that combination is," he laughed, leaning over the back of the couch to look at you. You dipped the pickle into the peanut butter and took a bite out of it.

"OK that is actually really nice," you smiled, going back in for another taste. Carlos' nose scrunched up in disgust. "That is nasty, ew, no," be laughed, backing away and up the stairs. "You should try it!" you collared, and you were met with a hearty laugh.

When Carlos came back downstairs from the shower, his hair was wet and he look a lot comfier. A lot hotter too. "How were the pickles?" He asked, looking at the pickle jar that only had a quarter of the pickles left in it. And the half-empty jar of peanut butter.

"Great, you want one?" you offered, brandishing the jar in front of him. Carlos didn't like pickles on the best of days, but definitely not now. "Not a chance, that shit is nasty," he laughed, pushing the jar back towards you.

"I'll tell you what else could be nasty," you smirked, looking at him with a devilish smile on your face. "Oh, so you're being like that, baby?"

"Maybe I am," you said, leaning back and watching as that mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "I'll see what I can do for you, then," he grinned, walking towards you. You knew just what to say to make him tick, and you had done it again.

As much as your bump slowed you down, it didn't make you work any less hard. Fred had asked you to carry a box of some sort of documents down to the guys at the garage, and you were glad to be able to stretch your legs.

You got to the door to get out of the office, but you couldn't open it with the box in your hands. As any normal person would, you put the box on the floor to open the door, and then bent over to pick it back up.

"Hey, hey, hey, you OK?" Carlos appeared out of nowhere, pulling you back so you were stood upright. "Yeah, I'm just taking this box down to the garage," you nodded, appreciating the concern. He thought you were doubled over and in pain, but he was glad to be wrong.

"You go sit down, I've got it," he said, picking the box up.

"Carlos, I need to do something with myself, a bit of exercise is good for me," you told him, trying to pull the box off him. "No heavy lifting, that's what the doctors said, you can walk with me," he said, setting off through the door.

"You think that that box his heavy? You need to work out more, Carlos," you mocked, walking beside him. "No, but you know that's not what I mean. Minimal strain,"

"I think you pay more attention than I do," you laughed, skipping down the stairs.

"Someone has to take care of you," he playfully rolled his eyes at you, watching your every move as you hopped down the stairs. "Where do you want this?" He asked as you reached the garage.

"Just put it down there, they'll know it's there," you said, pointing to the corner Fred told you to put the box in. He had told the mechanics that it was there, and someone would come and find it later.

"What are you even doing here today?" you asked, the question suddenly dawning on you. You knew there was no testing on the car, and Fred didn't have any meetings with him or Charles today. "Just some stuff with the media people and stuff," he lied.

Well, half-lied. They did have a meeting with the media people, but that had finished an hour ago. He didn't need to be at the factory anymore, but he was compelled to keep an eye on you. It wasn't that he thought you were incapable of taking care of yourself, he just needed to be there in case anything went wrong.

If you needed him, he would be there. If something happened and he wasn't, he would never be able to forgive himself. "OK, well I'll see you in a bit," you said, seeing that something was up but not thinking too much about it.

You walked away and off to your desk to do another hour-or-so's work before you broke off for lunch. You checked Fred's calendar again, answered a lot of emails, but you felt a pair of eyes lingering on you.

You looked up from your screen, but you didn't see anyone there. But, as soon as you focused back on your work, you felt the eyes glued to you again. This time when you looked up, you saw a motion in the doorway in front of you.

Sighing to yourself, you figured you would leave Car- I mean the mystery individual to play their little games. You let him watch for a bit, let him think he had won. Then, you looked up again, catching him dashing behind the doorway.

"Carlos, what are you doing?" you called out, staring at the doorway. There was zero movement, and he clearly thought he was being slick. "Carlos, come on darling, what are you doing?" you called out again, and he slowly wandered out.

"I was just inspecting the doorframe, making sure it wasn't going to collapse or something," he rambled, leaning on your desk with his hands on the edge of the wood. "Sure you were, don't you have media stuff to be doing?" you skeptically asked.

"Yeah, actually, I have to go and do that, right now," he said, turning around and walking away as quickly as he could. It was very odd, but you just thought it was Carlos being Carlos.

Finally, lunch rolled around and you took yourself to the kitchen, where your lunch sat waiting for you in the fridge. The kitchen was empty, since you tended to take lunch later than everyone else, and it was nice to have some silence during the day.

Next to you, you heard something falling off the table, and turned to see a potted plant on the floor, with soil everywhere. Then you saw the perpetrator. "What's your excuse for sitting under a table while I'm eating my lunch, Carlos?"

"I was uh-," he stuttered, and you could see the cogs turning in his brain, trying to churn out an excuse. "Go on, lie to me," you said, staring daggers into his soul.

"Fine, I was just making sure you were OK, that's all," he breathed, sitting down opposite you.

"I can take care of myself, Carlos. You don't need to watch over me 'secretly' like you have been all day," you told him, watching as his cheeks tinted pink and he couldn't meet your gaze. "Querida, I know that, I just want to be here if you need me,"

"If I need you, I will call you. Go home, relax, have some peace and quiet. We will be completely fine," you reassured him, and you could tell he still wasn't fully convinced. You also didn't think it would take that much, but there you were.

"Look, I really appreciate you wanting to be here for me, I really do. But you don't have to watch my every move. If I need you, I will tell you," you further pressed, taking his hand from across the table.

"Do I have to go home though? I can just sit with you at your desk, bring you snacks, talk if you get bored. You won't even know I'm there, baby, I promise," he pleaded, looking at you through those big brown eyes.

"Go home, and take some time for yourself. It's not a request, it's an order," you said sternly. Carlos looked dejected, and he had resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing he could do. "Yes ma'am," he sighed, unhooking his jacket off the rack with a sulk.

"Please?" he begged one more time, standing by the door.

"Go home." You told him one more time. He pouted, and you glared at him. He knew not to argue with you when you were being really stern with him, and he knew he had to go. Carlos didn't know what he'd do without you at home.

He literally lived to serve you, and make sure you and your child were OK. That was his life, besides racing. He hadn't been by himself in a while, and he felt kind of lost without you. But he did as he was told, and went home, by himself.

The second he got home, he couldn't resist the urge to pick up his phone and text you. 'Hey baby, how are you doing?' and you just sighed, looking at your phone. There was no way you were responding to him.

'Hey, is everything OK?' he texted back around fifteen minutes later, the show he was watching wasn't occupying his mind like he wanted it to. No matter what, every thought in his mind was replaced by panicked thoughts of you, in pain or something.

He couldn't go by a second without worrying for you if you weren't around him. You ignored this message too, thinking it would teach him a lesson. 'Querida, if you don't tell me you're OK, I will come straight back to work,' he messaged, his leg nervously bouncing up and down.

He was staring daggers into the car keys on the coffee table, almost willing them into his hand by telepathy. When you read that text, you knew he was deadly serious, so you had to text him back. 'Carlos. You come back to work and we are going to have some serious issues. I'm fine,'

Carlos almost didn't want you to respond, just so he'd have the excuse to drive back to work. But he needed to know you were alright, he just wouldn't be able to make sure of that himself. He had a secret weapon lurking up his sleeve.

He might have been sent home, but he knew someone who hadn't been. Charles was at the factory, and he was actually supposed to be there, because he actually had meetings. He would check on you between meetings, and report back to Carlos.

You were sat on your desk, when Charles walked past and smiled. Obviously, you smiled back and didn't think twice about it. Ten minutes later, he came back and stood right in front of your desk, seeming to be doing something on his phone.

You caught his eyes as they flicked up from the screen and onto you, before he walked away. "Hey, do you know if Fred had any messages for me?" Charles asked, coming over to your desk. "No, nothing," you shook your head.

"Can you check?" Charles asked, as if he were expecting something, but you knew there was nothing. "There's nothing," you told him again.

"Fine, fine," he said, knowing there was nothing he could do, "How are you feeling?" he asked, leaning over the desk. "You can tell Carlos I'm fine and that nothing is wrong," you said, instantly sussing out what he was doing.

"I'm just asking how you are," he sheepishly explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're a bad liar, I'm fine," you said, resting your head on your hands.

"But he-"

"Charles. Tell him I am fine," you instructed, glaring at him. He put his hands up defensively, backing up from the desk. "OK, OK, I get it," he said backing away and out into the hallway. He texted Carlos to tell him that you had foiled their plans.

You rolled your eyes as he walked away, but a small grin spread on your lips at the thought of him, texting Charles and asking him to watch over you.

"Shit," you whispered to yourself, turning over for the literal thousandth time. No position was comfortable, your overly swollen stomach got in the way at every turn. You just decided to lie there in the dark, your eyes wide open as you stared into the blackness.

There were rims of moonlight coming through the sides of the curtains, but that was it. Carlos was so tired after a day at the factory, and he had been out for hours at this point. In the end, you thought you'd lie there until you became so tired you would pass out.

No matter what, everything was aching. Your back was constantly sending uncomfortable shoots up your spine, and it made everything a challenge. Including falling asleep. This combined with the pounding in your head didn't help. Turning your head to the side, you saw that it was nearing on three am.

You turned your attention back on the ceiling as you thought about what you were going to do tomorrow. Well, later that same day. You had been on maternity leave for around two weeks, and you had already done everything you wanted to do around the house.

Time ticked agonizingly by, the silence and darkness driving you crazier by the second. And more frustrated at the lack of sleep you were getting. Just as you were going to go downstairs and do something to try and make yourself tired, the bed shifted next to you and the bathroom light flicked on.

You stayed in the same position, expecting him to just walk back to bed and not notice you. The second before he turned the light off, he notices your open eyes looking back at him. "Hey, baby, did I wake you up?" he asked in a hushed whisper, getting back into bed and shuffling as close to you as possible.

"No, don't worry. I wasn't asleep," you said, sighing.

"What, so you haven't slept?" he asked, lying on his side to face you as his fingers traced shapes on your stomach. "No, I can't," you shook your head, hoping he would just brush it off and go back to sleep, but you knew he wouldn't.

"What can I do?" he asked. You may not have been able to see him very well, but you could feel his eyes burning holes in the side of your face. "I'll fall asleep soon, I'm really tired," you told him, your right hand tangling into his dark locks.

"Well then, what can I do to help you fall asleep quicker?" he lightly chuckled, prodding you gently in the ribs. "You've had a long day, darling, go to sleep," you instructed, not wanting to make him tired later.

"You've had just as long a day as I have, querida, you need to sleep too. You not sleeping isn't good for you, it isn't good for the baby, and that therefore means it's not good for me either," he chuckled. "So you're trying to guilt trip me into letting you help me?" you asked, and you could just picture the smirk you knew was on his face.

"Yes and no, and I know it's working. We're in this together, if you're awake, I'm awake. If you need something, I am here," he told you. You weren't the biggest fan of always relying on him for things, since you liked to have some form of independence, but it was times like these where you were extremely grateful to have someone so caring and doting.

"So, do you want a tea, or an extra blanket, or we can go and do something until you get tired?" he listed, masking the yawn he was letting out. "A tea sounds great," you told him, and he was gone like a flash. "Do you want anything else while I'm downstairs?"

"Could you grab two paracetamols and my book off the coffee table?" you asked, the hall light switching on outside. "Headache?"

"No points for guessing that one," you laughed, rubbing your temples as Carlos headed downstairs. A few minutes later, he was back, with a perfectly brewed tea in one hand, and your book with the paracetamols balanced on top of it in the other.

"I didn't make it too hot so you can drink it straight away," he smiled, "Watch your eyes," he said, turning the lamp on as you screwed them shut. It took a second for them to adjust, but you were fine after a few seconds.

He handed you the mug and the white tablets, downing them in a second. "Thank you," you smiled, and you could still see the tiredness in his face. "Anything for you," he hummed, setting your book in your lap and sitting next to you.

You had nearly finished your tea, and it was already making you feel sleepy as the paracetamol seemed to be working on your headache, it turning from a pounding to a soft thumping instead. As if on cue, you and Carlos yawned in unison.

"I think we should probably try sleeping now, yeah?" you asked, shimmying back down under the covers and putting your book aside. You wouldn't need it after all. "Yeah, yeah, c'mere," he smiled, switching the lamp back off and shuffling into you. He pulled you against him, his chin resting atop your head as his hand lazily trailed across your stomach.

Even now, it was a strange sensation that he relished. Knowing that your baby was just beneath his fingertips, only separated by a few centimetres, made his heart sing with glee. It made him look forward to the impending day that they would arrive even more, and he couldn't wait to hold them and give them the best life possible.

He knew the two of you would be brilliant, loving parents to your child, no matter what. He also knew there'd be hard times, but you'd get through it together. Just like you always did.

"Goodnight, darling," you sleepily whispered, tangling his legs with yours.

"Goodnight, baby," he mumbled into your hair, trying to force himself to keep his eyes open. Unless you were asleep, he wasn't allowed to. Thankfully, he waited for around ten minutes and he was confident you were fast asleep, and nothing could harm you.

Not while his two favourite people in the whole world were at home, in his arms where he could keep you safe until the end of time. That was how it would always be, for forever and longer if the world would let him.

God you were tired. Well, you had every right to be. No more than an hour ago, you and Carlos had welcomed your newest family member into the world. You nearly refused to sleep so you could watch over her, but your body wouldn't let you stay awake.

"Baby, please sleep. I'll watch her, she'll be fine," Carlos had told you, even though his body was also desperate for rest after being there through every second of the 9 hour labour process. He didn't care about himself though, he could stay up for hours to make sure you got the rest you needed.

You were exhausted, and deservedly so, and he would happily wait up for longer to give you the time. Also, he couldn't take his eyes off of your sleeping daughter. She was absolutely perfect in every way, and she was currently sleeping in the corner as he watched her.

You were sleeping lightly, your parental instincts keeping you on edge, ready to strike into action at the drop of a hat. The silence was nice, as well as the lack of pain. It was like your body was floating you felt so peaceful, yet alert. Carlos was holding your hand, his habit of running his thumb up and down not being broken just yet.

His eyes were pinned on her, monitoring her every breath, searching for any tiny abnormality. She was his responsibility, and he was not going to let a single thing happen to her. He had only held her once so far, and he was so desperate to hold her again, but he couldn't wake her.

He wasn't even able to hold you right now, so his arms felt cold and empty. Every now and then, he would check the digital clock on the bedside table on the other side of you, just to see how much time had passed by.

He lost track after a while, and your girl woke up, the small beginnings of a cry escaping her lips. "Hey, hey, cariño," he said, approaching her and picking her up. One hand was under her head, the other one under her back as he handled her like she could shatter at any given time.

He held her against his chest, lightly bouncing her from side to side. His every touch was as delicate as a feather, not wanting to harm her in any way. "You're OK, Daddy's here," he soothed, rubbing her back. She was slowly getting louder, but he didn't want to wake you up.

"Shh, don't cry, you don't want to wake Mommy, she's tired," he said as if she could understand him. It was almost as if she had, however, because her cries quietened and stopped as she fell silent against Carlos' chest.

"Thank you, cariño," he smiled, planting a kiss atop the soft skin of her head, "Now let's sit down and wait for Momma to wake up," he told her, refusing to put her back down in her cot. He wanted to keep her tucked against his chest, where she was safe.

She was so tiny against him, her back barely the size of the span of his hand. It felt so weird to have such a high amount of love for such a tiny someone, but she was just too perfect not to adore with every fibre that he had in his being.

"While we have some Daddy-daughter time, there are a couple of things I want to say to you," he started, looking over at you to see if you had woken up. Your eyes were still closed, and your position hadn't shifted, so he assumed you were still asleep.

"For starters, you have no idea how excited I am to finally be able to meet you and hold you. I guess you'll only really know if you have your own kids. But I don't want you thinking about that yet, you're not allowed a boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever whoever you like until you're at least twenty-one, and I'm serious about that,"

"Next up, you're going to have to work with me here, I am going to teach you Spanish so we can gossip and your Mom won't know what we're saying, since she failed miserably when I taught her Spanish. No sabía escuchar y siempre estaba distraída," (she was not a good listener and always got distracted)

You didn't have a clue what he had said to her, and you didn't like the sound of not being able to understand what they could be saying. But, you had to bite back a giggle at his comment about no romance until she was twenty-one.

"Finally, since I'm sure you're already getting bored of me talking at you, but get used to it, I promise I will love you no matter what, until the day I die. I will protect you and keep you safe, no matter how old and frail I might become,"

"I also hope you know just how lucky you are to have the best mother in the whole entire universe. I might not always be with you, since I'll be racing, but she will be. You will grow up with the best role-model you could ask for, and I know you'll be a fantastic person too. I love you, cariño,"

"Thanks for making me cry, Carlos, I appreciate it," you spoke up, wiping the tears from your eyes. You loved what he had said, and your hormones were still all over the place. "You weren't supposed to hear that," he chuckled, shifting in his seat to face you more.

"You can try and teach me Spanish again, I don't want to be left out," you smiled, looking at the perfect picture that was set out in front of you. "Sure, we can try that again," he nodded.

"Can I have her?" you asked, holding your arms out for him to put your precious girl into. Carlos just smirked and shook his head, "No, she's mine,"

"Please?" you pouted, leaning forward to try and take her away from him. You just wanted to hold your daughter, it really wasn't a big ask. "OK, baby, OK," he triedly smiled, placing her in your arms. "But move up, I want to sit with you," he said.

You made sure she was comfortable, and scooted to the side so he could sit on your hospital bed with the two of you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, not able to stop his fingers from brushing against her.

Carlos was finally able to close his eyes and let his guard down. He was finally able to rest for a bit. Not for too long, but for a bit. "Hey darling, before you sleep, we're sticking with the name we chose, right?" you asked.

"I think it suits her," he sleepily nodded against your shoulder. You agreed, and left him to get some well-deserved rest. He had been there through every torturous second, sat through all the abuse you had hurled at him, and stuck through his hand getting crushed or his shoulder being punched.

And he'd do it all over again. He'd do it all for his girls, he'd do anything.

"She's normally very talkative, but she's just pretending to be shy," you laughed with Toto as Harper giggled and buried her head in your neck. She was always the center of attention at every race, and she had grown to know a lot of people.

Toto received a text, and had to dash off. You thought it would be best to head back to the garage anyway, so you set off across the paddock. A couple of people were having interviews, and she waved at her favourites as you passed by.

She waved at a certain curly haired boy, and his eyes lit up at the sight of her. Sure, he was in an interview, but he just said, "Sorry, I have to go," and dashed over to the pair of you.

"Well if it isn't my favourite little lady!" Lando exclaimed, plucking her out of your arms as she willingly let him take her. "Muppet!" was all Harper she said, since it was her way of greeting him since she had heard Carlos say it a few times.

"Now what is this?" he asked, poking her in the stomach and making her giggle uncontrollably. "Your Daddy might race for Ferrari, but your favourite uncle Lando doesn't. This should be papaya, not red," he playfully scolded, tickling her even more.

Her laughter was contagious, and you could see other drivers and personnel around smiling at her. The cameras clicked as the press took some photos, and you could tell she was loving the attention.

"I also wear red, therefore she is in the perfect colour," Charles said, popping up beside you. "Carlos is just finishing up an interview, he'll be out in a few," Charles told you, as Harper held her arms out to him and did the grabby hands.

"I have been replaced, my heart is hurting," Lando said with feigned sadness as he clutched at his heart. Thankfully, Harper was used to being passed around from person to person often, so she didn't much mind.

"Think how I feel, she's always leaving me for one of you," you laughed, nudging him in the ribs. "You do make a good point, but you're not her favourite uncle," Lando said, folding his arms and he swayed from side to side.

"No, you're not, I am," Charles said, bouncing around with Harper on his hip as she continued to giggle at him. "We're not starting this now," you sighed, not wanting to hear the favourite uncle argument again.

But before they could answer, Harper was on her feet, running away from Charles. Tag was their favourite game, and he could never say no to her when she asked to play. Well, he never said no to her in regards to anything, but tag was the most important.

"Charles, be careful!" you called, not able to not worry about her running around a very crowded place. "I know!" he called back, slowly jogging to try and catch up to Harper.

"Don't worry Y/N, I'll keep an eye on them," Lando grinned, and you could see he was itching to get involved in the game. At this point, Harper was chasing Charles as fast as her little legs could carry her, but Charles was barely even walking away from her.

But, Harper saw opportunity strike when she saw Lando next to her. She hit him in the leg with a squealed, "Tag!" before turning and running away.

"Harps, you're just too fast!" Lando laughed, trying to chase her. His sights turned on Charles, however, who was cowering away from him. As Lando set off on the hunt for Charles, Harper laughed and clapped her little hands, "Run, Charlie, run!" she shouted as Lando grappled Charles and tagged him.

Harper started to run away again, when an arm slithered around your waist. "I have to be in an interview while you guys are all out here having fun, so unfair," Carlos smiled, pulling you into his side as he kissed you on the head.

He was so glad that his best friends were so good with his daughter, and she loved them just as much as they loved her. "I know, it's just so unfair," you laughed, smiling at him as he watched Harper, his eyes full of love and wonder.

The two of you chuckled as Charles caught Harper, picking her up as he tickled her. She squirmed in his arms, fits of giggles sounding out around the paddock. "Stop it!" she laughed, hitting him in the chest.

"Oh hey Carlos," Lando said, breathlessly coming and standing next to you. At the mention of her Dad's name, Harper's attention turned from Charles to Carlos. "Papa!" she exclaimed, wriggling out of Charles' arms and running over to Carlos.

She leapt into his arms as he picked her up and spun her around. "Hola, cariño, ¿qué tal?" he asked, holding her on his hip as she squished his cheeks. "Estoy bien, ¿y tú?" she smugly grinned, loving that she could show off the Spanish Carlos had been teaching her.

"Yo también," he proudly smiled, "Eres muy inteligente, ¿lo sabías?" he said, and your understanding of his words stopped right there. "Yo no comprende," she looked at him, confusion written all over her face.

"All I said was that you're my clever girl, sweetheart," he smiled kissing her on the cheek. She let out a giggle of happiness, her smile lighting up Carlos' face. You could watch them together all day, and it was your favourite form of entertainment.

He kissed her on the other cheek, and she scrunched her nose up. Carlos started kissing her all over her face, as she squealed and squirmed. "Daddy, stop it! That tickles!" she laughed, trying to push his head away from her.

"Does it? I hadn't noticed," he chuckled as he carried on. But he eventually stopped, leaving her breathless from laughing. Harper rested her head on Carlos' shoulder as you, Charles, Lando and him stood and talked.

You noticed she hadn't said anything in a while, so you stepped to stand behind Carlos. "Harper? Sweetheart? Are you tired?" You asked, her eyes looking droopy as you brushed a lock of her dark hair out of her face. It was nearly as dark as Carlos'.

"Mhm," she nodded, her face squished against Carlos' shoulder.

"OK, do you want to go for a nap?" you asked, gently massaging her scalp.

"Yeah," she yawned, all of that running around with Charles and Lando clearly making her tired. "Come on then," you said, she flopped out of Carlos' arms and into yours. She buried her head in the crook of your neck, her breath soft on your skin.

"I'm going to her to your room, I'll see you guys in a bit," you said, rubbing your hand over Harper's back soothingly. "Yeah, that's fine, is she OK?" Carlos asked, instantly thinking she had fallen ill or something, "Estoy cansada, Papa," she mumbled, lifting her head to look at her Dad.

"OK, I'll see you later," he nodded, kissing Harper on the head and tugging you close to him for a kiss. "See you later, Harps, say bye to Muppet and Charlie," you told her. She smiled at the two drivers, waving them goodbye.

"Bye," she sleepily chuckled, and Charles took her hand and kissed the back of it as he smiled at her. "Sleep well, Harper," he said, and she always giggled at the charm of Charles.

"I'll beat you in tag next time, little lady," Lando smiled, fist bumping her before you walked away. You took her all the way over to the Ferrari motorhome, and into Carlos' drivers room. It was quiet in there, and the couch was comfortable enough.

"Do you want to sleep on the couch?" you quietly asked Harper as she looked up at you with those big brown eyes that were identical to Carlos', and you could see the tiredness in them. "No, I want to sit with you," she mumbled, shifting around until she was happy in your lap.

"OK, sleep well, sweetheart," you said, planting an affectionate kiss on her head. For a while, you just sat there, Harper soundly sleeping on you. You looked at the table opposite you, and all of the pictures on there brought back the best memories in your life.

One of them was the day Harper was born, and you were sat in the hospital, sleeping with her on your chest. Another was of the three of you on a carousel when you went to a carnival the previous year. You took the picture, and Harper was smiling while sat on Carlos' knee as the horse flew up and down.

The final one was just of you, and you remembered it was from on of your first dates with Carlos. He had offered to take a picture of you with the full moon behind you, and it instantly became his favourite photo.

The door to the room opened, and you were initially alarmed. You were afraid that the person thought Carlos was in there and were going to wake up Harper by accident. "Hey, baby," he quietly said, slowly closing the door behind him.

"Hi, darling," you smiled as he came to sit beside you.

"How long has she been asleep for?" He asked, his hand moving to the back of your head and gently playing with your hair. You pushed your head into his hand, the feeling sending warm tingles through your brain.

"Half an hour, she was asleep as soon as we sat down," you told him, slotting yourself into his side like a puzzle piece. "Do you want me to take her? Your legs are probably getting numb," he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss into your hair.

"I'm alright, I don't want to wake her," you told him, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

"OK, but let me know if you want me to take her," he told you, resting his head atop yours. You closed your eyes for a moment, just feeling a little sleepy. But you had what you wanted, and all you needed in your life.

Carlos looked down at his girls, both sleeping and safe with him. You had given him everything he wanted in his life, and he would never be more grateful for that. The two of you were the picture of perfection, and neither of you would have it any other way.

A/N - This has been a long time coming, but it's here! Rest assured, all requests are being worked on! Also, I know I always give them daughters, but they're all girl dads to me, y'know? Feel free to submit any requests, I love to write them! Hope you enjoyed 💖

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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗫 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!11 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ mattia calls for a meeting to talk about the relationship between his drivers, after it nick becomes suspicious about his feelings towards arabella

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 10 april

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ shanghai, china

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ anxiety, anxiety attack, sexism (there’s going to be a lot of this in this fic) mattia binotto slowly starting to show his true colors, kids being little shits to our babygirl

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ i was going to post this yesterday for valentines but since I’m single af and I was tired and bored of seeing all those people in love I tried to do my own bangs and guess what? i fucked up HAHSHSH so I was sad (I still am, I hate my hair so much right now) btw the parts in cursive like this are flashbacks or little previews of the future, keep that in mind!!!

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @louvrepool @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly @yl90 @wcnorris

• — need for speed’s masterlist

“OH, I also receive threats from tifosi. Things like "You are a traitor, you have left Ferrari for the enemy."

"Why did you leave Ferrari?" The interviewer, sitting in front of her but out of the eye of the camera, asked her.

The twenty-two-year-old Arabella let out a laugh in a snort raising her hips to get more comfortable in the armchair “Ferrari was not very... kind to me so I stopped being kind to Ferrari”.

Two, almost three, years earlier, an eighteen-year-old Arabella was sitting in an uncomfortable chair without being able to avoid comparing the beginning of her day to that moment. The cold office did not look anything like the warm room, the uncomfortable chair could not be compared to the comfortable and soft bed and, of course, the look that Mattia Binotto was giving her was the opposite of the affectionate and warm look that Charles had given her when she had woken up in his arms.

She looked up at her manager, who watched her standing behind Ferrari's boss, with his arms crossed over his chest and serious face. Next to him was Charles' manager.

She looked down at her hands where her fingers had begun to play with the rings that occupied the opposite fingers. She wanted to look at Charles to see a smile, a look or at least feel his hand against her giving hers a squeeze trying to say that everything was going to be fine but she preferred not to do it.

"I'm going to get straight to the point, I don't want to waste some time we need" The Italian's black curls peeked out under the red cap when he shook his head looking at his wrist where a watch was. He looked up to the front again to see his drivers “Are you dating, yes or no?”.

A deep silence crossed the room after the question while the three "adults" looked at them expectantly. The silence was clear but for Arabella there was a lot of noise in the room, she could hear her heart beating in her ears, Charles' breathing next to her, the annoying noise that Binotto's fingertips made when he hit the glass of his desk.

When he saw that they didn't answer, the Italian let out a sigh “I need you to tell me the truth. It's not that I care who you sleep with but the men above seem to care and they don't find it funny their drivers dating” He looked at them desperately “You can lose your seats in Ferrari because of this, guys”.

"It would be a breach of contract," Nicolas, the manager of the 16, said in a sigh. He looked at his client with severity “Not only would you lose your position in Ferrari but you could be sued”.

An alarm began to sound non-stop in the head of the youngest in the room, suddenly she felt a dizziness and her chest contracted. She thought of her parents, of her brother, of her eleven-year-old self. It would be a disappointment for them.

Everything she had fought for would go to hell in a second.

She dared to look at Charles sideways and when she did she had to take a breath, he was already looking at her. She separated her gaze from his and lowered it to the ground, her hands began to play with each other again before she squeezed her jaw and looked up: looking, for the first time since she had entered the room, at their boss.

"We're just friends, can't friends hold hands?" A crooked smile slipped down her lips while she shrugged "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm very affectionate. You can ask Carlos, Lando or anyone, I'm always holding hands with them or hugging them”.

The eldest of the room turned to her manager looking for confirmation and when he saw Nick nod he let out a sigh of relief that almost went unnoticed by the others present. He turned his gaze to the young duo in front of him and nodded to himself "Well, then there's not much to say. You are free to go”.

The first to get up from the chair was the girl, who began to go to the glass door wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. She heard the chair in which Charles was sitting crawling on the floor and a short time later she felt his presence behind her. She placed her hand on the doorknob ready to leave but the voice of the team boss stopped her.

"Avoid expressions of affection in public, please. We can let it go once, but twice...”His tone was calm but it hid something behind his words, the girl didn't want to jump to conclusions but could swear that it was a threat. She knew that the words were for the both of them, but then, why did she feel his eyes only on her?.

She heard Charles' voice respond with a "Yes, sir" while she turned again to get out of there once and for all but then she heard her name with a slight Italian accent overflowing through the white walls causing her hand to freeze on the doorknob, she closed her eyes strongly waiting for the worst.

"I'm sorry for what has happened in Twitter, the advertizing team has already taken care of everything. I can't even imagine what you've been through” His words were nice and even somewhat kind but the tone with which he had said them made it clear that those were not the feelings he really felt towards the girl. She looked at him over her shoulder, ignoring the questioning expression on Charles' face and the frown of her manager, and nodded before running out of there.

She passed through the garage aware of the not at all disguised looks of the team on her, she accelerated the pace wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

She needed to be alone, get away from reality even if it was for ten minutes. She felt that at any moment she was going to faint.

She went to her driver’s room, she was mentally grateful that the area of the rooms was empty, she hurried to close the door but Charles' foot in the middle prevented her from doing so. She looked up slowly over the boy's leg until she reached his face, she snarled.

"Move”.

“No”.

"Charles, move” She pushed the door but with the boy's foot in the middle it didn't move too much. She looked at him angrily “Remove it or I'll destroy your foot”.

"We have to talk about what has happened, Bells" He looked at her pleadingly but she still didn't remove her expression from her face.

"There's nothing to talk about" She snarled, squeezing her grip on the doorknob "Everything has already become clear in there”.

The Monegasque bit his lower lip, this could not be happening. Only four hours ago they were lying in bed kissing until they were out of breath. He looked at her face, her precious face, and cursed himself for having fallen into her charms. Because of them, they were now on a thin line that threatened to break. He felt guilty, he was the one who had kissed her, he was the one who was looking for her, he had started everything.

On the other hand, he was angry, with Binotto, with him and right now with her. Why did she have such a hard time talking about things? Why did she run away at the first change? He thought that maybe it was because she was younger than him, after all, they were three years apart and she was only eighteen, she was a still a kid.

He sighed leaning his forehead on the door “Whether you like it or not, we have to talk”.

A silence formed between the two that was soon interrupted by the girl's sobs trying to escape through her throat, he heard her sip her nose.

"What do we have to talk about, Charles?" She no longer sounded angry but sad and hurt, her voice trembled "We can't be together, if we do we will lose our seats. Everything is against us”.

A puncture made a hole in the male driver’s chest “So that's it? Don't you want us to be together?”.

She opened the door and pushed him into the room, closed the door quickly. Unfortunately, now they couldn't risk anyone seeing them arguing or anything. Now they would have to think very carefully about what their interactions would be like both in public and in private, you never know because as her grandmother said "the walls have ears and eyes."

Charles dedicated himself to observing her, her green eyes were already injected with blood and her cheeks wet. Her nose was red. He felt even worse because he knew it was his fault.

"It's not that I don't want to be with you, it's that I can't!" She exclaimed frustrated. She was tired, she felt that all this was way big for her. Her anxiety didn't help the situation too much and that she had little experience in couple arguments wasn't very helpful either. She moved her hands in front of her showing her frustration, she didn't really know how to express her feelings or her thoughts “I can't risk everything I've achieved, everything I've suffered for”.

"And you think I haven't suffered?" He looked at her in disbelief "I have also suffered to get here. It took me a long time to get here, you know?”.

An ironic smile stuck on her lips as she snorted “You have grown up with money, with friends and a dick between your legs. I didn't. I hardly had any money to eat, the other children didn't want to be my friends and I was a girl. You don't know how difficult it is to be a girl in this world and much less in a sport in which there are only men. So yes, it may be that you have suffered, but I don't think you have suffered the same as I did”.

"I understand, but you can't run away just like that" He tried to touch her arm but she moved away, he licked his dry lips and frowned feeling rejected "What did Mattia mean by what happened in Twitter?".

He observed how the color went away from her skin and how her face deformed showing several emotions that he didn’t know how to decipher although he could differentiate the fear from the others before faking a look of indifference “I don't know”.

"Yes, you do" He raised his arm pointing to her face "You have it written all over your face, don't lie to me”.

"I'm not lying to you”.

"Then tell me!".

"There's nothing to tell".

Both began to raise their voices, one more fed up than the other of the conversation. It was clear that neither of them wanted to have that conversation but, unfortunately, you don't always have what you want.

Charles' face began to take the same color as the red that decorated some of the walls and objects of the room, a vein began to take shape on his forehead “Let me help you, Arabella! I'm here for you, it's not that hard, fuck!”.

"Maybe not for you, but for me it is!" She shouted back, her eyes getting redder and red as tears ran freely down her cheeks. She put a hand to her chest and pulled her shirt “I feel like I can't breathe every time I want to explain how I feel and you want me to let you help me because...don't you feel connected to me or something like that?! I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry I'm not like the other girls you've dated, I'm sorry I can't tell you at all times what I'm thinking or feeling!”.

Finally the silence was present between them, the only thing that could be heard was the girl's quick breathing and how the boy absorbed his nose from time to time. Both were with red eyes and soaked cheeks.

Finally she let out a sob breaking the silence, wiped her nose with the sleeve of her red sweatshirt and gave him a sad smile “I'm sorry, but I can't risk it”.

"Ma belle, I..." The angriness that ran through his body was still there but now Charles felt bad, bad because she was right.

She took a breath of air feeling an anxiety attack cover her body, squeezed her lips trying to swallow the sob that was on its way down her throat and looked at him with her eyes bathed in tears "Everything has gone very fast and look at us" She pointed between the two while shaking her head "Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong. We should give ourselves some time”.

And with that she turned around and, again, she ran out of there, leaving Charles trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart from the ground.

“ELVIRA, Elvira...” The tall man's gaze moved non-stop throughout the red garage, trying to find the black and smooth hair between the sea of red shirts.

He clicked his tongue rolling his hand in the bicep of his little girl's engineer, Alexander raised his neck to look at him curiously.

"Have you seen Elvira?" He asked urgently to which the eldest smiled broadly, kneeling his index finger in the chest of the tall one, he looked at his finger frowning before turning his gaze to the man.

"I knew that there was something between you two" He also clicked his tongue shaking his head while the blond looked at him as if a second head had come out on his shoulder.

He began to question whether that man was in a good mental state to be a Formula One engineer but he ignored it, it was not the time.

"Have you seen her yes or no?"

"Ah, yes, yes" He took off his glasses and wiped them clean with the edge of his red polo shirt before pointing in the opposite direction "I think I saw her go around there”.

He sighed a thank you before starting to jog in that direction. He felt a bad feeling on his chest, he knew that something was not right as soon as he left the office of the head of the team. Had he heard wrong or had Binotto threatened Arabella? Well, technically he had threatened both of them but while he was doing it, he could see his gaze on the girl more than on the monegasque.

He moved in the direction of the cafeteria, he lightened his step when he saw the black, long and smooth hair move on one side on the fabric of the red polo shirt that covered Elvira's back. He approached her exclaiming her name, making her stand in her place and turn to look at her.

"What did Mattia say?" She asked him once he was close to her. The publicist observed him worried because although she knew Arabella for a short time, she had taken affection for her and was worried about her.

He took her by the elbow and started pulling her “Come, we have to talk somewhere where they don't hear us”.

The woman's frown furrowed as she looked at the back of the blond's head, beginning to feel anguish in her chest “It was that bad?”

He pulled her until he found a small space between garages, they both got into the small "alley" hoping that there was no one nearby to listen to them.

"Nick, can you tell me what happened?!" Elvira was already hysterical, her coworker was getting on her nerves with so much secrecy.

He raised his hands trying to calm her down "Well, okay, okay" He put both hands on his hips and took a breath “I have the slight suspicion that Binotto has threatened Arabella”.

"What?" She looked at him strangely "What do you mean, has he threatened her?".

"He was scolding them over the photo that has gone viral but his gaze was on her all the time, it was as if Charles was not present. And in the end he said something like "it can't be repeated again" and, seriously, Elvi, he just looked at her!”

"But, it doesn't have to. Arabella hasn't done anything wrong”.

"Not everyone likes a woman in Formula One, Elvira. Mattia may be one of them”

"But he has been treating her well so far”.

"Maybe he was trying to be professional until he saw the opportunity" He sighed running his hand over his face showing his frustration.

Maybe they were taking things out of context but when there was as much money involved as there was in Formula One, neither of them was surprised that the situation was true.

Both remained silent, weighing the situation and the consequences it would bring with it if it were true.

The woman with pale skin like milk bit her lower lip “Do you think she has noticed?”.

"I know she did. Arabella is an observer, of course she has noticed” He nodded, turning his head to look for something to sit on. There were a couple of boxes so he took a few steps back and sat on top of them, he really needed to sit down. He felt that his blood pressure was raising.

"And what are you going to do?".

"For the moment, try not to get her into some scandal that involves Leclerc, keep an eye on Mattia and pray that these two years will pass quickly and without any problems”.

"And when her contract with Ferrari ends?".

"Last month Toto Wolff made it very clear that he is interested in Arabella, Zak and Christian are also looking to sign her" He denied with a smile on his face, but it was not a smile of joy but one of incredibleness.

"Horner? I don't think it's a good idea for her to go to Red Bull, not when they have Verstappen”.

He nodded in agreement with her “Yes, they would belittle her as they do with Pierre but if she goes to Mercedes they would do the same, they have the five-time champion as the leading driver”.

"Valtteri doesn't seem very unhappy" She crossed her arms resting his back on the wall.

"This sucks" He let out a sigh, throwing his head back "When she was in Formula Two, everything was much easier. I miss that”.

She looked at him with empathy “But now she is in Formula One. She is going to be a star, Nick”.

"But the stars fall from the sky and I don't want her to be hurt. You've already seen what they say about her on the internet, she's just a little girl!” Unintentionally, his head revived yesterday when his was in his hotel room watching a chinese romantic comedy and suddenly his phone seemed to explode from all the notifications he was receiving. He almost started to cry when he read the things people said about Arabella.

"She is a little girl who drives a car at three hundred kilometers per hour defying death every weekend. She is a little girl who has entered in Fotmula One, something that no little girl has been able to achieve for many years” She approached him looking at him with sadness because she knew it hurt. I knew that the girl was the closest thing he had to a daughter “You know she's not just a little girl”.

"But it's been so recently that her race suit was bigger than her" An expression of melancholy crossed his face as he remembered a little Arabella fighting with her race suit so that it didn't fall off her waist.

"I know that you've known her for many years and that you see her as a daughter and that's why it hurts you that all this is happening because you know that it also hurts her, but it's her dream, isn't it?" She looked at him expectantly and after a few seconds he nodded.

He began to play with his hands, a bead bracelet, clearly made by a little girl, peeked out of the sleeve of his left arm attracting the woman's attention. It was seen that it was old because the beads were white but with pieces of colors staining them indicating that they had lost the color and the rope on which it held itself seemed to be struggling for every second of it’s life.

She was able to appreciate the letters forming a 'Nicky ♡'.

"I have shed sweat, blood and tears for that girl since I met her ten years ago" He began to play with the bracelet, an act he did every time he was nervous "And I have never asked for anything in return, only that nothing ever happened to her but now there are fifty thousand people saying dirty shit about her on twitter, her boss seems to hate her and I don't know what to do. I always know what to do but not now” The air got stuck in his chest and his voice trembled becoming hoarse “And I can't ask her because she has trouble letting people help her, now I never know what she's thinking and I know that her anxiety is not helping. And I'm afraid because I'm the one who must protect her, her parents gave me that honor and now I can't do it”.

She stroked her arm to tell him that she was there for him, she felt a tear running down her cheek "You're doing well, Nick. Just... talk to her and make it clear that you are there for her.”

The man let out a little laugh “I wish it was so easy”.

“AND Arabella Torres crosses the finish line two minutes apart from Marcos Gómez!

From ear to ear, the smile of the eleven-year-old girl couldn't be bigger. From the podium she looked at the audience and smiled even more –if it was possible– when some hands showed up in front of her and extended the trophy. Her small hands took it between tremors, she analyzed it for a few seconds before lifting it over her head. She looked at her podium teammates waiting to see their smiles but it wasn't like that, both children looked at her seriously before looking at each other sharing a look of displeasure.

Suddenly her smile no longer reached her ears.

She lowered the trophy and after the photos she got off the podium, trying to find her parents. She pulled the brilliant trophy without much desire going to where they decided that she would meet with her family after finishing the race.

"I'm sick of her" The voice of the second winner of the day filled her ears, she frowned and hid behind a wall of one of the trailers.

Listening to other people's conversations is wrong, Arabella. Her mother would have said but she couldn't help it.

"I don't understand what she is doing here" Another voice joined him "She's a girl! This is not for girls”.

"My father said that they let her win because her family is very poor”.

"In addition to the fact that she is very annoying, I hate her. She gives me a headache just for listening to her”.

"She's not even good at driving”.

"She thinks she is a big deal for being the only girl but she'll never get to anything”.

Maybe she should have thought more about what her mother told him and not let curiosity win her over. Because as they say, curiosity killed the cat but this time it killed the heart of little Arabella.

A pout began to threaten to be present on her small lips, she released the trophy and turned around ready to run away but her body crashing into a larger one prevented her from doing so.

"I'm sorry" She murmured, passing her small hand formed in a fist through her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears.

"Don't worry" The man bent down to see her better, he extended a tissue to her "You're today's champion, right?".

She frowned slightly when she heard him speak in english and let out the smallest of sighs, it's not that she was bad at english but she still didn't speak it fluently and it was a little tedious for her to have to be speaking in another language being sad.

She looked up a little, enough to see the tissue in his hands and accepted it murmuring a "Thank you" before wiping her face, once she did she looked at the man.

"Sebastian Vettel" A gasp came out of her little lips when she realized that he was the Formula One driver. She couldn't believe it, it was Sebastian Vettel!

The german laughed "Yes, that's me. What's your name?”.

"Arabella" She said and he extended his hand to her, she looked at him curiously.

"Nice too met you, Arabella” Between his gigantic hand he took hers and waved them up and down "Now, can you tell me why you were crying? Are you lost? I can help you find your parents”.

"No, no, I know where they are" The tissue moved with every gesture that the little girl made and Vettel smiled again, the girl seemed adorable with her big green eyes and dressed in her little race suit.

He had always wanted to have a daughter, he was still very young but he was sure of it and even more so after seeing little Arabella.

"Well, then?".

He regretted asking because he quickly noticed that she was uncomfortable, he squeezed his lips in a thin line waiting for the girl to say something. He opened his mouth to talk because it seemed like she wasn't going to tell him anything but he shut up when she suddenly answered.

"The other children hate me for being a girl" She shrugged, looking down at the tissue in her hands, began to play with it while a sad smile stuck in her lips "It’s okay, not always people have to like me”.

A puncture made a hole in the blond driver's chest. How is it that a little girl of nine, ten or eleven years old –he wasn’t very sure about her age– could speak like that? He grimaced by responding to himself, probably because she was already used to being rejected.

He looked at her with sympathy “That's true, not everyone will always like you and that's why you don't care. You have to ignore what they tell you or think, the only important thing here is you”.

Arabella looked at him with bright eyes and admiration coming out of every pore of her body because one of her favorite Formula One drivers was there in front of her giving her some advice. A piece of advice that she would take very serious.

"Seb, Seb!" A blond boy with blue eyes shouted the german's name as he ran towards them. Arabella looked at him cautiously, she didn't want another boy to make fun of her, much less in front of the next Formula One champion.

The older blond turned as soon as he heard the boy's voice and could swear that if he had looked in front of a mirror he could have seen a light bulb light up above his head. He smiled at the boy when he finally arrived next to them.

"Seb, dad is looking for you" He said between accelerated breaths, swallowed saliva and looked up, colliding with that of the mysterious girl who was with her father's friend. He frowned.

"Yes, I'm coming" Even without erasing his smile, he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and brought him closer to him "I want to introduce you to someone”.

"What are you doing?" He asked in german to what Sebastian looked at him badly.

"She's Arabella" He pointed to the girl, making him to look back at her. He observed her, she was a little taller than him and his green eyes attracted more attention than his blue ones. She was in a red and blue rice suit and a trophy was lying on the ground, not far from her, he deduced that she was the champion of the race. She sent him a smile to which he replied blushing, she was beautiful.

Sebastian's smile got bigger “He is Mick and I think you are going to be great friends”.

She hid her face between her arms and squeezed her grip on her knees more, bringing them even closer to her chest if that was possible. She let out several sobs, one stronger than the previous one, almost drowning with her own tears.

She cried for herself, for her family, for the boys and cried for Charles.

She had screwed up everything and she didn't know how she was going to fix it or if she could fix it.

She regretted everything and for a moment she wanted to go back to that moment when she decided to sit for the first time in that kart that was not for her and avoid it, if she had not touched it maybe now she would be in college and would be a normal girl with normal problems or maybe she would be unemployed struggling to find something to put in her mouth, she didn't know but at that moment anything seemed better than the present.

At what point had she stopped being in a hotel room living a honeymoon moment with Charles to have broke up with him, to have been threatened by her boss to fire her and be sexualized on twitter?.

"Oh, tyttö" Little girl. She heard someone's voice bringing her back to reality, she still didn't raise her head because her body had stopped working, she didn't feel anything. "What happened to you?".

She heard a few steps and then a presence near her, she felt like some hands made her raise her head, finding Kimi Räikönnen's cold blue eyes looking at her with some concern.

She couldn't answer, when she tried to speak her lips contracted in a pout and another sob ran away for them. The blond frowned, holding her head.

"You have to breathe, tyttö” He said but he didn't get an answer. The girl in front of him really looked like a corpse. He moved her head between his hands “Eh! Tyttö, are you listening to me? Breathe with me, c’mon”.

He began to do breathing exercises trying to get the girl to follow him, his heart jumped in his chest when she began to follow him. They stayed like that for about fifteen minutes until she stopped crying and was able to keep her head high on her own.

Once he separated from her, an uncomfortable silence embraced them. The eldest looked at her “Eh...Do you want to talk about it?”.

The girl shook her head and he felt a little relieved "How did you know what to do?".

"I'm a father, tyttö." He raised the bottle of water he had left on the floor as if he were toasting and drank from it "I know how to do everything”.

She let out a small smile at the finn's attitude and began to play shyly with the zipper of her jacket. The blond looked at her curiously.

"Is this for Binotto?" Arabella raised her head looking at him surprised.

"How...?"

"I'm friends with some of the engineers. I heard them talk about the twitter thing and Binotto scolding you and Leclerc”.

She let out a moan taking her gaze to her shoes “Great, so everyone knows”.

"You should not care, you shouldn’t give a fuck" Before the expression the girl laughed covering her knuckles with the sleeve of her jacket and passing the fabric over her cheeks to wipe the tears that silently continued to fall. The blond looked at her from above “You know what? I thought you were tough, I guess I was wrong”.

"Excuse me?" She looked at him somewhat offended.

"I thought you wouldn't care so much about what they'll say" Kimi was trying to get a reaction from her and Arabella, unconsciously, she knew it but still couldn't help but feel his words.

"Well, sometimes you can't take it anymore" She shrugged, looking away from him.

"I know you can do it, but you can't yet" He pointed out "The first day I saw you, I knew you were going to be big, you know? I knew you were going to change things, that you were going to make history" He drank from the bottle of water as if nothing had happened while Arabella looked up to him with her mouth open, was this really happening or had she become unconscious thanks to the anxiety attack?.

She wanted to laugh, the situation literally seemed surreal to her.

"You have a champion's face, so don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Don’t mind them, do whatever you want. Win races, get on the podium and show everyone who you are. If they are going to hate you okay, but give them a reason to hate you: be the best” The finn spoke with passion and knew that it was because he had experienced hatred first hand. He had been in that world for many years, he had seen many friends suffer from the hatred of the public eye but none of them were like her. He knew it was different because she was a woman and very young. She had achieved what many men hadn’t been able to but, right now, before him she was only a scared little girl.

Maybe he wasn't aware of what he was saying to the girl, much less about how her skin had bristled or how something had "clicked" on her head thanks to his words. But he still continued “Make them get bored of seeing you win, I know you can do it but remember that after all not always people like you”

That phrase reminded her of an old friend.

A phone rang, causing him to separate his gaze from her. He looked for the device in his pockets and when he found it he looked at the screen. He raised his head to look at the girl, who was looking at a fixed point in front of her “I have to go. Will you be okay?”

At his question, she raised her head and Kimi could swear that there was something different in her gaze. She gave him a small smile of gratitude “Yes. Thank you, Mr. Räikkönen”.

"Call me Kimi, tyttö”.

And with that he turned around and left, leaving the girl alone again.

She licked his lips observing how the figure of the Alfa Romeo’s driver disappeared in the distance. She tested the salt of her tears on her lips and sighed before moving her hand down her leg, looking for her own phone. She took it out of the pocket and after unlocking it she went to the contact app, her eyes moved all over the screen in unison with her finger, looking for the right name. Once she did it, she pressed the call button.

She put the device in her ear and waited for it to sound “Hey, uhm. I miss you, do you think you can come to the next race?".

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leqclerc · 9 months ago

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glad some people are actually taking this lewis' move to ferrari in serious perspective, because when the tifosi hype has died down in which way this situation favours both of them, (if like me you're a fan of both, and i've seen many being over the moon happy about it)

Both drivers deserve the priority treatment, Lewis because it's him, the man has not stop fighting ever since he stepped into a f1 car and Charles because he picked up all the pieces of this team and put them back together by himself. They're both great racers, Charles has no rival in quali and while his race craft has improved massively and it's great to me Lewis still has the edge there, but they're probably on a similar level, so you can't base who's your main focus. So what Ferrari should do in a situation where the car is a good one and both drivers have a good feel for it; it's stupid asking to lean one or the other way without hurting the other guy, who (as a fan) wants this truly? I'd pay good money for them having a go at eachothers (in diff teams because you'll get a real fight, a fair one)

Also people speculating this is Lewis' path to retirement, and why should he make the move of the century of his own volition just to retire? Be serious. If he wanted to hang his helmet he would have stayed at merc, comfortable with his own people. A move to Ferrari is not like a move to any other team, this one comes with a lot of baggage and weight to it, it's not your last stop; the man wants a new chance to fight and he saw something in the scuderia. And why shouldn't Ferrari get that 8th with Lewis, biggest achievement in f1 history, why shouldn't them make Lewis their king?

Then you have Charles, the teams owes him a lot, he just signed a nobody knows how many years life contract with his dream team despite them fucking up on every side, he stays and against all odds grew up to be one hell of a driver, highly regarded by everyone in the paddock. He got one taste at a championship winning car and he was running circle around everyone, than Ferrari took it away. We got rid of Binotto, we got rid of the real spanish plague, we said this one is our guy. Ferrari should give this boy a car!

So tell me who in their right mind see this as a good situation in 2025, if you like both it's a lose lose one, but even from an external eye tbh, that's a ticking bomb

Hi!

You're right, it's tough. Obviously the hype is in its zenith right now, this is a huge move, everyone's discussing it and picking it apart, etc. But ah, I just. Putting two guys together who have proven to be very hungry and who very obviously gave their own goals and ambitions is...playing with fire. It could be great, it could be the best thing Ferrari's ever seen. But also, this is why when all those discussions of "oh I'd love to see [peak] Seb paired with Lewis at Mercedes/Ferrari" or "put Max and Lewis into one team so we can 'settle' this once and for all" sprung up, the conclusion was generally that they're great where they are, putting them together will be potentially disastrous.

If Lewis left Mercedes, a team he's been with for 11 years (!!!!!) for Ferrari in this way (strange atmosphere, must've been dissatisfied/unfulfilled in some way, rumours of a falling out) then clearly he must've seen something enticing in Ferrari. I have to say I think this is his last hurrah, the last team he will compete with in his F1 career, which is why it's this team of all teams. But even though his career is likely coming to a close, you can't discredit him, you can't just assume he'll be happy for the team to maybe potentially win a WCC in his time. Lewis winning an eight with Ferrari would be seismic and I think they both realize that. If Ferrari truly has championship potential in the near future, no way he's not going to go for it. Even the fan/journalist response... it's all about The Eighth In Red now, that's all people want to see. But equally, this is everything Charles has worked towards his entire life, he's not going to give up on that without a fight either. And that has the potential to get really messy.

It's just so weird, every time you think "okay this is it, they're throwing their weight behind Charles 100% now" they do something that is just so ??????????????? Idk feels like no matter the outcome someone's not going to get what they want out of this. It's just, again, Charles has way more to lose in all of this. Lewis has had a very successful, well-rounded career, whether he achieves success with Ferrari or not. It's like the cherry on the cake, but the cake has seven layers already and I'm sure it tastes damn good. Objectively it's a very intriguing move—I just kind of wish it wasn't happening during Charles's prime time at the team, basically.

#replies #anonymous #discussions and predictions #again like i almost wish i had the rose-tinted 'love and support both' glasses on but unfortunately!!!#unfortunately i am invested in charles's career and um. Concerns. they exist #long post

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hertwood · 9 months ago

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dts s5 e9-10: THE FINAL POST

e9: -have not been looking forward to the christian horner episode i must say -GOD listening to everyone talk abt how dominant of a year this was for max knowing whats to come 🙃🙃🙃🙃 -this whole "well we didnt do it on purpose so its not cheating" is SO SILLY like imagine if i went to the irs like sowwy i didnt pay my taxes correctly i didnt know 🥺🥺 doesnt matter ur still getting fined lol -i have always felt that christian's whining here is Extra Obnoxious like he didnt spend YEARS going after every lil thing mercedes might've stepped wrong on. if there was a rumor that mercedes went even $100 over cost cap you KNOW he wouldn't shut up about it but when the tables turned he's such a victim -max is going to be deaf by 40 istg. insert huh cat meme that is him always. (affecionate) -"these people talk shit through the media but'll never say it to my face" have u considered its not bc theyre scared to say it to you but bc you're a rancid person they'd like to avoid interacting with. food for thought -"maybe you feel guilty, i dunno" binotto ate with that one i mean IF THE SHOE FITS -I THINK. as it was in 2020 w/ the pink mercedes. (and in 2007 with mclaren!) the penalty for the cost cap breach should've been a dock in constructors championship points. it wouldn't affect the final standings of 2021 (mercedes beat them anyway, there was a big gap to ferrari in 3rd). it would be a great way to set a strict precedent that would easily motivate teams to be very careful with the budget cap WITHOUT changing any results. FIA hire me -say what u like abt will buxton they will never make me hate you will buxton. the way he is with words explaining drama he is the caesar flickerman of f1 and if you cant appreciate it thats a you issue -showing the singapore grand prix and all i can think abt is iconic post race dando interview. yeah i'm sure the race was cool too i guess -I FUCKING FORGOT HE PULLED THE MENTAL HEALTH CARD bro is seriously like dont talk about the cheating we did think of our poor mental health 🥺🥺🥺 anyway i'm gonna go fire nyck devries midseason brb -WOMP WOMP -once again if the roles were reversed christian would be spearheading a campaign to get a mercedes title stripped be so fucking forreal -more max/gp fics. their dynamic is immaculate chefs kiss -god if lewis won this race it wouldve been so iconic. sad

e10: -ad22 top 10 daniel outfits ever. btw -um lando norris neurodivergent agenda the way he's talking about food here? something going on in that brain. when he ordered 13 spring rolls as a meal in that iconic nortrell stream? that is not a way a neurotypical person eats i swear on god -them asking charles how his season was then immediately cutting to the france crash is so mean. good narrative storytelling, but mean nonetheless -how cathartic it must be for nando to benefit from ferrari blunders lol -pre this season coming out, i remember hoping they'd have a proper focus on carlos' austria dnf. it did get a lil moment but it was, for me, the most shocking mechanical dnf of the season and i was looking forward to seeing more of the inner details of it all. oh well -cinematic parallels between merc & ferrari fighting for 2nd in 2022 AND 2023 -brazil must have some typa rule abt not having netflix there bc they always miss out on the most bangers of races. sad. i love u brazil 22 :') -"they told me i can do whatever i want. when i see carlos, put him in the wall" max i am. i am kissing u. on the mouth. mwah mwah mwah -i DO wish. the focused more on the charles v checo battle. that was simply more important. but i guess that didnt work well with the happy ending they gave checo in e7 so -"omtar might get the last laugh this time around" :)))))) for the last time babey hell yeah -FUCK hate how awkward this dando moment they chose to feature is. they're so much more than that. dts only watchers they're in love and doing the nasty on the reg i PROMISE -this daniel comp is so goofy silly now that hes coming back lmao. i do love him he is so important for the reach of f1 and drive to survive and he deserves all the love he gets -HI LOGAN SO EXCITED TO SEE MORE OF U IN THE NEW SEASON MWAH

#dtsrewatch #IM DONE I DID IT #YAYYYYYYYYYYYY #she speaks #whoevers read all of these ily #thank u all for being with me on this journey MWAH

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pls crybaby!charles my beloved my babygirl

so first of all charles is the most sensitive little kitty cat out there. it's just who he is and he can't do anything about it, even though that's all he wants sometimes. sometimes he just wants to be at peace and not cry over every single thing, making his friends think he's weird. he's not! he's just very sweet and emotional.

but that's your favorite thing about him. how his soul is just so soft, pure and sweet that even the tiniest little things make him cry, even if it's a light kiss on the cheek. he's a very expressive person, maybe not verbally but surely emotionally. his eyes are so expressive and one look of his speaks a thousand words.

this very much reminds me of the bwhfacas (binotto waving his finger at charles after silverstone) incident because i do not take the "oh he was trying to comfort him" bs because?????? bitch who tf???

so just poor charles cracking under pressure, all of ferrari, italy, monaco and so many more expecting him to be flawless and bring the championship home. but he can't? he tries, and tries so hard, but he just... can't. there's nothing he wants more than to win the championship, but it's so difficult when nobody is supporting him properly. well, except for you. people and cameras on all sides, crowding around him and making it hard to breathe, some telling him he's amazing and some telling him the opposite, it's all too much.

the moment mattia wags his finger at him, charles breaks. just tears spilling, sobbing uncontrollably, and he knows he shouldn't- can't walk away from his boss, he can't just stand there and cry in front of him, with tears spilling down his face. so he just kind of shrugs mattia's hand off his shoulders before running off to his drivers room.

the door is locked, but charles always takes his keys out once he locks his door, so you can come in, and unlock it with your own (yes, you have the key to his room!) whenever he's in crisis like this.

after you ask several people if they know where charles is, you head to his room, unlocking the door. charles is on the couch, his hands tangled in his hair as he lets out loud sobs. you walk over to wrap the poor thing in a hug, as he immediately hugs you tight, crying into your chest.

his breathing is unsteady, heavy and you can tell he's struggling to even it out. every other breath is choked as you rub your hand up and down his back and gently take his hands in yours, getting him to look at you. you talk him through everything, breathing in and out with him, helping him calm down.

once his sobs are just sniffles and whimpers, you ask him what's wrong. he tells you everything, and you listen to all of it. that's what you're there for. eventually, you talk it out, and try messing about with him, trying to get him to smile a bit. you do after all, and take him back to the hotel and spend the rest of the day cuddling in bed, and giving your baby all the love he deserves.

- 📓

This is so painful but also so good?? I’m very glad to hear that we’re all obsessed with crybaby!charles because this is something I won’t be able to stop talking about for a while. I think we should all thank 📓 anon for another masterpiece because this is just amazing.

Firstly, he truly is the most sensitive subby baby in all of existence. He wishes so badly that he could just be normal and not start crying every time he feels happy or sad or angry or loved. But he can’t.

He only started to accept that side of himself when he got with you. Up until that point, he always tried his best to hide his tears, ran to a place where he could be alone before he let them fall.

But you help so much? Just holding his hand and stroking his hair and reminding him that he’s allowed to cry whenever he what’s to, that you’ll never judge him for it, that he can always have comfort.

It’s something you love so much about Charles, that he’s so sweet and pure that he can’t help but cry all the time. His emotions are just so big and overwhelming and he can’t express them in any way besides tears.

And you especially love it because he cries the most when you make him happy? You give him a forehead kiss before bed and suddenly tears are welling up in his eyes because he loves you so fucking much and he can’t believe he got lucky enough to find you.

But it’s not all happy. You only ever make him cry happy tears (which is a promise you make to yourself), but you are not the only one who makes him cry.

He tries so hard to keep his tears at bay during interviews and strategy meetings and long fan signings. And mostly he manages quite well, mostly because he trains himself to only cry when he gets back to the safety of his driver room.

It’s why you have your own key for it. The amount of times you’ve walked into the room to find Charles crying is astounding.

You do your best to help him of course. You just hold him close and stroke his hair and kiss his forehead and let him talk about whatever has made him cry this time.

He was already on his way to his driver’s room after that race, to a safe side where he can have a good cry in your arms because he has to sit through the strategy meeting.

But then mattia stops him on his way there and Charles can barely even hear him over the rush in his ears but he sees the way mattia points his finger at him and poor Charles just…. Breaks.

He can’t stop himself from sobbing, tears rolling down his cheeks. He sprints away, because he can’t stop the tears and he will not let himself cry in front of all those cameras. He runs straight to his driver room, because he knows that you’ll find him there.

That’s all that goes through his mind: get to his driver room and wait for you. All will be fine if he gets there.

And of course you do get there and find him crying into his hands. It’s such a heartbreaking sight, your sweet subby baby sobbing because he just can’t take the pressure anymore.

You’re quick to sit down and he just falls into your arms, crying his sweet little heart out because mattia has completely broken him.

You don’t even entertain the possibility of Charles going back to do media and to sit through a debrief. Mattia made your sweet boy sob in your arms, and there is no hell you are giving anyone at Ferrari or in the F1 pen another chance to make him cry today.

Mattia must feel bad about what he’s done, because when he sees the two of you sneaking out, he just wishes you well and says he’ll handle all the media himself.

You take Charles straight back to the hotel, hold his hand the entire drive back and order room service for dinner because you’re not letting him out of the safety of your hotel room until it’s time to fly home.

He’s extra sensitive for the rest of the night, both from his terrible race and from his full breakdown earlier. All he can do is curl up in your arms and maybe listen to you reading him a story? He’s safe there.

(We really need some soft, happy crybaby!charles content guys)

#crybaby!charles #sub!charles #cl #gn!reader #soft soft vibes #📓

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nightskylonging · 1 year ago

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Android AU, Part Two

So, who in this AU is an android? Oh boy! Let's talk about it!

Some quick worldbuilding first: I already said that the androids chose their own names and that the teams don't know about this. So, what does the world know them by? This has changed over time. Originally, it was generally by the name of the model - so a Red Bull android, say, the seventh, would be RBAP-7 (Red Bull Android Program Seven). Ferrari have the SFAP line, Mercedes the M-P-AMG? AMG-M-P? But humans are incapable of not naming things, so that got thrown out the window. Now, it's common for an android to have a sort of logo animal (coughhoneybadgercough).

Now, let's get into the meat of this post.

Daniel Ricciardo: Android known as the Honey Badger. Brought in by Red Bull.

Max Verstappen: Human. Second person Daniel trusted with his name. These two get along insanely well, and even though androids don't usually do a lot of marketing work, people clock this.

Seb Vettel: Human. The first person Daniel trusted with his name, after Seb figured out that he was sentient. By 2022 has gotten to know most of the androids on the grid through patience and some trial and error. (It doesn't always go over well when you blindside your teammate with 'sentient?, 'course you are, how's your day going?')

Carlos Sainz: Android from the Red Bull program. Known as Meerkat. (Chose this one because he's said a couple times that it's his favorite animal. Also big eyes go stareeeee.)

Charles Leclerc: Android from the Ferrari program that debuted with Sauber. Known as Mouse. He does tell Seb his name while they are teammates, though it takes him a good long while.

Quick sidenote here: I've gone the combo route with the androids. They do have hardware (Ultralight skeletons and insanely fast processing most notably), but wetware is a big component, because it's lighter. So their musculature and external appearance is quite within the norm. Long way to say, C2 are still the 'This is Charles. Charles loves his personal space. This is Carlos. Carlos also loves Charles's personal space' meme, Mediterranean limpets that they are.

Lando Norris: Human. Knows about Carlos's sentience, and by extension has put together that the androids on track are hiding this from most everyone involved in the travelling circus. Puts his foot in his mouth with this a bit, early on with Daniel, who was not expecting Lando to cotton on to this.

As a matter of fact, the 2019 season was notable for all three rookies being human. This doesn't stop rumors from cropping up the way they tend to about 'x driver is secretly an android', usually targeted at George.

Fernando Alonso: Android. Goes by his name. The old man war criminal we all love. Delights in baffling people, and it's extremely common for f1 newbies to just assume he's just a Dude. (That doesn't sound like it might come up when people start discussing android sentience openly, not at all...)

Other human drivers: Lance Stroll, Esteban Ocon, Kimi Raikonnen, Oscar Piastri, Valterri Bottas, Lewis Hamilton, Nico Rosberg, Alex Albon.

Other android drivers: Yuki Tsunoda, Pierre Gasly, Logan Sargeant (Not relevant to the story at all, I think), Nicholas Latifi.

A note on team principals: Christian Horner Knows. Never says anything, but he Knows. Toto Wolff would know, but none of the Mercedes drivers are androids. Mattia Binotto does not know, and it's probably a good thing he doesn't.

#i waffled all day over whether charles was an android or not #it would be so interesting to keep the c2 dynamic with that difference in mind #but for seb plot purposes an android he shall be #f1 #f1 android au #i need a title for this #maybe stomach of iron nerves of steel #but that feels veeery on the nose #and i like my titles to be complicated #anyway yes eirian this is all your doing #thank you much

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I wish I knew more about this time, from what I read it seems like binotto was pretty shitty to seb? Which I find interesting, because in 2022 there were also so many rumors about charles and binotto relationship becoming sour and lots of arguments, the finger etc

anon. anon. dont. dont get me started on that motherfucker oh my sfucking god i have two people i would literally go into hell to chase around until i'd get to fucking dismember them fucking myself, one is matthew fucking arnold that absolute bitch, and the other is mattia fucking binotto the motherfucking doc ock of motorporst if i ever see that motherfucker its over hes at least a metre taller than me but i would literally fight him with my bare fucking hands and i would fucking win i hate him so much he makes me want to scream oh my fucking god just. just. i cant stand him. io literally cant stand him. my hate for him is so pervasive that when he got fired i got over TEN messages from people about it, everyone sending me the good news, including bff's boyfriend who knows nothing about f1 but knows i DESPISE mattia.

so uhh what im trying to say is i may not be the best person to ask about that waste of perfectly good air because i get overtaken bu devils rage when he is mentioned and uh what was your question?

#akira answers asks #lovely anons <3 #if i ever see him its on FUCKING SIGHT

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leclerc-s · 8 months ago

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karma - part two

series masterlist // previous // next

how’s the meeting go?

from what i was told, horrible.

binotto fucking lost it when charles told him he'd be activating an exit clause and leaving a season earlier than intended.

oh i bet he did. did he tell him about seb?

that's the ace up the sleeve, no? no one sees it coming. and it'll be a complete shock.

except for probably lewis. i think he knows.

lewis knows everything. it doesn’t surprise me if he does know.

i expect someone to leak the news to marca in less than a day.

nice to know we both have zero faith in them being able to keep this a secret for longer than 24 hours.

it's the sainz family maxie, carlos can barely keep it in his pants half the time. there's a reason he was a top contender for the secret family rumors.

yes, but at least half of us were included in that, i remember people thinking lando was also a top contender.

don't say half of us when you weren't included in those rumors.

weren't you also accused of having a secret child with charles??

yes, but that's because suki kept calling oscar our child.

we need to meet up for dinner before the race this weekend.

oh, yes, i've been dying to try this one restaurant since last year.

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F1GOSSIP several spanish papers are reporting a break up between natalia ruiz and charles leclerc, this comes after natalia's dinner with max verstappen in mexico city. if this is true, we are in mourning and no one talk to us for the next two to four business weeks.

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user1 i don't know what's funnier the fake break up rumors, natalia grabbing dinner with max, or pierre and natalia lurking in the likes

user2 the break up rumors pop up every two to three weeks. it definitely natalia and pierre lurking

nataliaruiz for the record max made us split the bill. he was not a gentleman. charles_leclerc you need to have a word with your man over this.

charles_leclerc oh of course, date or not a gentleman always pays maxverstappen1 you literally told me, "you can't pay for me asshat, people will think this is a date!" nataliaruiz shhhh! the people don't need to know!!

pierregasly whoever wrote those articles has never been stuck in the same room as them. they are sickly in love.

charles_leclerc have you ever been in a room with you and kika?? sickly in love.

user3 do those four follow this page or something??

F1GOSSIP i can confirm pierre does follow us as well as natalia. i freaked out when i got the notifications.

user4 i thought we knew better than to trust spanish media?? 9 times out of 10 it's the sainz family spreading bullshit.

user5 we do but it doesn't stop us from overreacting or freaking out when we get the notifications. user4 those two are for real getting married and having children together

user6 unless they announce their break up i will never believe the rumors. even then i will hold on to the delusion.

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charles_leclerc holà mexico, te amo, but this was too spicy for me 😂

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user7 this man broke the internet and is posting about eating a chile in mexico

nataliaruiz this man cried after he ate the chile.

charles_leclerc stop lying. i would never cry over a chile. maxverstappen1 you cried, she sent me pictures.

pierre gasly calmar answer the phone??

nataliaruiz sorry, the old charles can't come to the phone right now. charles_leclerc why? oh, cause he's dead. pierregasly ANSWER THE PHONE?!

user8 i bet natalia helped him with the caption.

user9 the internet is in shambles but charles is still good 'ole charles

alex_albon answer your texts??

charles_leclerc tell lando to stop yelling at me?? landonorris HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US?? georgerussell63 DOES THE TWITCH QUARTET MEAN NOTHING TO YOU LECLERC??

user10 the squabbles in these comments are so fucking funny.

user11 it's the way no one seemed to know about this but natalia. user12 we can add max to the listen because he had to know.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! what do we think of michael andretti as the new team principal? i came up with the idea for shits and giggles because it would be ironic that the fia didn't want andretti in f1 and yet michael andretti still made it. the alternatives are like other drivers or just coming up with a character to be team principal. but if i were to pick a driver my mind goes to like mark webber or jenson button. apologizes, for any typos.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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I am back to bringing you your daily correspondence. I had to write this down somewhere separate cuz I had to write it in small parts and I really hope the formatting isn’t to fucked. I won’t apologize for how long it is this time though :)

For some drivers I find it hard to separate the two (looking at you Perez I will never like you for what you’ve done). Lando does have a good personality he’s fun to watch in the McLaren videos. Though I liked his dynamic with Carlos more than the one he has with Danny. I used to really like him back in 2020 but now I’m kind of over that. The excitement of the opening race that season really got to me I think. Watching him drive like crazy to get within 5 sec of Hamilton and succeeding was really good. Yea I don’t think lando is going to win a championship in that car anytime soon :/ not like Charles chances are any better right now. I just gave up with the championship and started focusing more on the smaller battles the mid teams were having.

Yea the whole Max thing here is terrible in my opinion. As soon as you say you like/watch f1 here everyone always assumes you love him. And a lot of Dutch people only know him and no one else. I remember once I was talking to this guy and he got so offended when I told him I didn’t like Max and that I liked Seb more.

Yea no I’m more of a Vettel fan actually.

-.. A GERMAN!?

It was kind of funny, he didn’t talk to me anymore after that.

I think that the same obsession people have with max will most likely also happen with Nick. Last I heard they were already calling him our Nick like he is some kind of object to own. Anyway a lot of this just boils down to my dislike for chauvinism and my own country lol. It doesn’t have that much to do with the drivers themselves.

It’s always sweet when people share something they love with you, and it’s also sweet when you share something you love with someone and they also like it <3 but that’s amazing, it doesn’t matter that you only just got into it and she has been watching longer, you have to start somewhere right?

Oh Singapore all I remember from that race is watching George slide around on the slicks and like 5 people retiring. So it was kind of an exciting first race to watch.

Japan was just one big shit show. The FIA really failed on that one. I was so angry when I was watching it. Like you put those cranes on the track in the rain while no one can see shit, are you trying to make history repeat itself. And then their half assed apologize. Though there has been an improvement made with the announcement of the cranes entering the track. That whole debacle shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

The whole wag life just seems so intense to me, like all those eyes on you and the stress of watching a loved one do some crazy shit. Though the FIA isn’t always to blame sometimes they (the drivers) just do stupid shit on their own.

My love for Seb mostly comes from little me just being so in awe of this guy who was winning everything and just refusing to let go.

THEY ANNOUNCED IT TODAY!! He’s officially mercs reserve driver now and I’m so happy <3 the pictures are so cute as well. Yea Felipe is definitely right I think the older drivers still hold Ferrari on this pedestal while the younger ones know it’s just a bunch of clowns. Maybe with Binotto gone and Vasseur there to replace him it’ll get better.

I have a love hate relationship with Gunther, I love him cuz he’s an idiot without a filter which makes for great entertainment but I hate him for what he did to Mick. Horner on the other hand I just hate for a lot of different reasons.

That’s nice :) I didn’t realize how long the whole thing actually was until I saw it on my phone. Reading your answer and writing this kind of makes me feel like a woman from the 1800s who writes these long letters to someone far away.

I also had a good day kind of busy because I had to travel back to my parents house but that just gives me time to read. I think we might be close to the same time zone so I’m gonna take a wild guess and say I hope you have a good evening (if I’m wrong just ignore this you didn’t see anything) <3

Sorry, I fell into one of my "have no energy to respond to anyone" episodes again and no one knows how long this one is going to take, but I'm back now sorry to keep you waiting <3

Oh this is a big one, I like it

Ooh I don't know what Perez did, but he does look shady. I am so sorry I didn't get here sooner to experience Carlando 😩 and I only got here 2 months before the season ending and already had to suffer through two divorces 🥲 Lando is an excellent driver and deserves a better car, but not red bull. I swear when I see people wanting him to go to red bull I'm like if you want only the best for Lando you DON'T want him going over to red bull, at least not with Max still there. But he deserves a seat in one of the top teams and I wouldn't mind him going to Mercedes (I like mclaren but I've always been a Mercedes girlie at heart even before f1 pls). Hopefully next year will be Charles' or at least we'll get an entertaining fight till Abu Dhabi

Oh gosh I was with friends at a pub a few nights ago and we somehow ended up talking about f1 and one guy asked me which team I support and I really have a hard time answering that question 😂 but ended up saying Ferrari because Charles is my no. 1 driver and he goes like you should support Verstappen he is the best and I'm like yeah maybe but no and he goes when I tell you, you should listen to me yeah thanks but no thanks

If he knew better he'd be Seb's fan as well 😌 Good, the trash took itself out.

Yeah and she was so supportive and willing to teach me everything, she even made a small quizzes she randomly sent me and I was so eager to learn. I still am since I have a lot of things to catch up on still

Oof yeah I don't remember a lot of the others during the race because I had myself fixated on Charles 🤣 but remember a lot of dnfs, will definitely have to rewatch it

Ugh Japan sends shivers down my spine when I think I could've lost Pierre and potentially Carlos. FIA is a joke and had it for Pierre ever since because he didn't hold back from calling them out and they somehow made it all his fault???? Get a grip

My whole life I wanted to be a footballer's wife, but now I added f1 driver to my wag list 🤣

Oh that's so sweet you got to grow up watching Seb just like my cousin 🥺

Yes I'm so happy for Mick he deserves it so much!!! Here's to the better things in the future 🥂

I can't wait for the next season for Ferrari to see who this change will play out.

Yes, I totally agree with you about Gunther and I can't yet pinpoint why I dislike Horner but I just do, he gives off those vibes yk

Hahaha I love the 1800s though!!

Yes, I had a great evening and I hope you did as well. Since it's the nighttime now I wish you a good night <3

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il-predestinato · 3 years ago

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The Star Quality of Charles Leclerc - GP Racing Podcast

Highlights:

His mother Pascale is a hairdresser in Monaco. David Coulthard tells a great story of how he was getting his haircut in Monaco, and the hairdresser said to him, “Where are you going this weekend?” I forget which grand prix it was.

Anyways, at that grand prix, DC is walking through the paddock and he sees his hairdresser. He goes over to her and says, “What the heck are you doing here?” She was like: “Well, I had a paddock pass and I thought I��d come in and have a wander around.”

He said: “Yeah, but why are you here?” And she said: “Oh, my son is racing.”

DC said: “Who is your son?” She said: “It’s Charles Leclerc.”

[...] She had never mentioned it. At all. Very, very grounded. And I think that comes across from Charles. You don’t get the opinion of an over-inflated ego there. Quite the contrary. He seems to be only too happy to admit when he screws things up.

Also this:

You just got the sense from the various people quoted that Ferrari absolutely love Charles Leclerc. From Mattia Binotto, Jock Clear, Piero Ferrari... even his teammate Carlos Sainz.

[Carlos] was talking in great terms about this guy that he’s gotten to know as his teammate this year. As a yardstick, basically. Sainz basically said that this guy is phenomenal and there is no one who can drive a Ferrari better than him. So the closer he gets and the better he does, the better he feels about himself. There’s almost no greater compliment than that.

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#charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #they just love him so much #this is overwhelming

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leham-n-daavocado · 4 years ago

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Formula 1: Drive to Survive, S2:E1: "Lights Out"

We open this season on Mattia Binotto claiming he’s never seen DTS. Unfortunately, I can’t see his face without thinking of Sbinalla memes. I literally facepalmed when I told my sister that. I’m kinda embarrassed. I think it’s funny how they literally start the season like HEY! We got the top teams! Seb is here!

We’re given a recap of the last season and all its dramatics, namely Red Bull (because there’s no drama like Red Bull drama) and Haas (because they’re American? lol) Oh and Lewis won because of course he did lol. This then leads us to Australia where everyone is mingling and mixing on a river cruise boat. They mingle with fans. People are in close proximity...and it is freaking weiiiird af. How little we all knew back then lol.

The first driver we see is Daniel and he’s his usual quippy self. And of course, we go over him leaving Red Bull. My sister was all like get prepared to see it again in season 3 when he leaves Renault for Mclaren! I’m prepared for the deja vu of this team was on the rise and looked good, so I thought it’d be better to go there than stay here! Meanwhile, Christian low key puts down Daniel to propel his Red Bull/Max agenda by saying he thought Daniel was running from a fight with Max.

It’s interesting because Christian makes similar comments about thinking Daniel was taking the piss with him when he informed Christian he was leaving on his On the Grid interview. Daniel had literally JUST left and you could tell Christian was shocked by the whole situation and definitely on the back foot, thinking about how everything had gone down. He’s a bit wrecked by the whole thing. Here, he’s back to his Bond villain ways.

However, I do think Daniel is in a damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t situation. He can’t say ‘I left Red Bull because of their team dynamics and the way they were favouring Max’ even though it’s completely valid to not want to fight in an arena you know you have no chance of winning. Red Bull was no longer a place for him to win a Driver’s Championship, but if he says why, then it proves the point that he was running from a fight with Max as Christian had claimed. And I think Christian knew he had Daniel in a bind because of that comment.

I find it HILARIOUS that neither Lewis, nor Toto can say the full name of the Mercedes team correctly, because it’d changed so much to propel AMG and other sponsors. (Little did we know of sticker shock.) And of course it’s only Valtteri who can say the name correctly. There’s something apropos about that. The second Lewis was interviewed, I was just endlessly intrigued by him. He has this drive and intensity that is just palpable in everything he says when he’s interviewed and you just want to know more about him. What makes him tick? What sets him apart from other drivers? Moreover, he just sets the scene and gives context so well to how crazy F1 really is.

Once again, there’s nothing like pain and Nico. Carlos, his old teammate at Renault, asks Nico how he’s been and Nico tells him that since it’s a new year, his dreams are still alive. Heartwrenching. There’s something so relatable about Nico.

Sometimes the things DTS captures is sort of astounding, like that kid in the crowd who asks Guenther a question on stage and makes mention to Season 1 of DTS and the famous rockstars and wankers comment. DTS could have only been released for like two weeks? What are the chances? (Or they planted someone? lol)

We’re also given an opportunity to see Daniel in his first day/year at Renault. He goes in super positive, but it just doesn’t quite feel like he’s vibing with the people working at the Renault factory. It’s like an extrovert has come in with all this energy and the introverts just are like please no lol. That, or the corporate environment at Renault just doesn’t quite vibe with Daniel. Like, it just always felt like his energy fit so well at Red Bull. He just always epitomized a Red Bull driver for me. I wonder if that disconnect will change in Season 3?

Also, it’s crazy how cursed Australia is for Daniel at Renault. He has that first lap pain because of that stupid grate or whatever that took out his wing...and then 2020 was just a complete gong show. There’s two curses on Drive to Survive, the hometown curse and the Netflix curse. Drivers at their hometown race usually suck...and if they’re followed by Netflix...

We pick up at a Red Bull promo event in Tokyo where they celebrate their engine partnership with Honda. There are many questions of the Honda power unit and their engine partners are stresssssed. Christian informs us that Max can walk away from Red Bull if they’re not Top 3 by summer break, but where would he go? Like, I get other teams would want him, but the reality of the situation is that Max would probably be moving down the grid rather than up...Every team has two drivers, but no one wants a Mercedes 2016 situation. So it’s probably unrealistic to think Max would walk. Where would he walk to? I just don’t see him vibing with Mercedes. Ferrari is about the only team I can see him at at that point.

Finally, we get some Haas moments with their car decked out in black and gold. The calm before the Rich Energy storm... Guenther tells us that the last time he was in a gold car, Romain got podiums. Romain quips that the team also went bankrupt...now that is prophetic. I also find it funny that they focus on Haas practicing pit stops at that year’s Australian GP since the year before, they’d been screwed over by their lack of practice in that area lol.

Rating: 8/10

Sets the stage, not much drama...but there’s things to come!

This is probably the last review until I finish binging Season 3.

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god-awfulcharleslechair · 5 years ago

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Deleted this post earlier because my galaxy brain thoughts were getting OUT OF CONTROL—

AnyWAYS—now that I am all brained out I will propose a new crack theory—

Pierre Gasly to Ferrari 2021

And here’s why I think this theory has more foundation to it than some others:

Charles has already addressed rumors of silly season and Ferrari’s choices before Seb’s news came out—name dropping Pierre. Going into detail, he said he would, ultimately, respect Ferrari’s decision but said he would not mind Pierre. This makes me think that if he’s comfortable with introducing the idea of Gasly as his potential teammate, Ferrari must have at least entertained this thought at one point.

Him and Pierre go way back. They have a foundation of friendship to build on, this means several things:

A. Less chance of a extremely compeitive rivalry. Ferrari can NOT afford a clashful season with their future on the line right now. They want RESULTS, not FIGHTS, and they won’t find them with an intense 1 and 2 Driver dynamic that causes trouble.

B. Even if a strong 1&2 dynamic were to happen, we’ve seen from his time at R*dbull that Pierre is not as conflicted by a team that prioritizes his teammate like other Drivers are—he wants to win a lot more fiercely now, and I think he’ll take getting a top car over being considered an equal lineup ANY DAY.

Brazil. He comes with a VENGEANCE people! Pierre is fast, he’s a podium finisher and race winner with the right backing and car behind him. I think he will do extraordinarily good once he gets both in the same season.

I said in the past that the top three teams are looking towards their extended futures right now. This means George Russell, Charles Leclerc, and Max Verstappen. But I also think Ferrari was hoping for a few more seasons with Vettel so that Charles could gain more experience and then take command of Ferrari’s WDC dreams. Right now, he is a twenty-two year old, with cunning speed and ambition of course, but he is still young in both age and experience in a top car. He needs time to grow and mature. I don’t think Charles or Ferrari should be comfortable placing the future of the team on just his shoulders, even if I stand by the fact that he is a potential future Champion; that’s still the future that we’re talking about. Not immediately.

But hello? Two young Drivers who push each other to be better? Developing knife-sharp race crafts and dominating the field? Both growing within a team that (okay yeah I didn’t agree with reports of how negotiations with Seb were being handled but still—) reputationally likes to cultivate Drivers to maturity? Just end me at that point—

Pierre Gasly is TWENTY-FOUR. He has both age and enormous potential on his side. There is a speed demon that is waiting to stir. (And P2 in a Toro Rosso? Dear god—(yes I know Ferrari and Merc crashed stop raining on my parade))

Also—PIERRE THRIVES UNDER SUPPORT YOU FOOLS. Imagine the dynamic of his best mate in F1 by his side as he dominates in one of the top cars with a team willing to let him have some air to breathe oh god my heart—

My Frenchie boys™️ dynamic, sir. (I know Charles is monegasque let me live—) But tea spilt in French during the Driver’s parade? (While Romain steadily eavesdrops—) Oh my god—WIG? OBLITERATEDDDDD

Pierre has something to prove now, and something tells me he’s gonna be better than ever. Ferrari would be wise to at least consider him. (Also Charles, pls talk to Mr. Binotto🥺)

(Also I just want this to kinda be a big middle finger to R*dbull lmao) (I definitely don’t hate the team or the Drivers—but I certainly hate the politics)

Don’t roast my crack theory, I need something to live for😔✌🏼

#a crack thought #i am big sad #leave me alone #charles leclerc #formula 1 #f1 #redbull racing #toro rosso #pierre gasly #scuderia ferrari

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Requested by; 200bluesky200

Request; I would like to request A62 with Sebastian when you’re Enzo Ferrari‘s granddaughter and he promised you when you were little that you will be the chief of the Ferrari Formula 1 team when you’re old enough. After you finished one study in management and one in engineering both with the best possible grade you make your way to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix to tell Binotto that he is fired you already have two goals in your mind you wanna achieve in 2020 first: Win the championship Second: Win Sebastian Vettel as a lover you don’t really care that he have a pregnant wife and 2 children at home if you’re Grandfather always had played clean he would never have achieved what he achieved when you arrive at the track with your red dress everyone looks at you and when you talk with Sebastian he asks you if you wanna eat dinner with him at the hotel trough the whole dinner he can’t look away from you and after the dinner, one thing leads to the other. Much love 💕

Prompt; A62- “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?"

Note; As far as I know, the management's highest degree is a Master's degree and seeing as I wanted to go study software engineering (But wasn't allowed to) the highest is the Bachelors degree, now I'm not sure which engineering degree you wanted your character to study so I pick software engineering because it's the only one I know a little bit about.

P.S; Last one for 2019. Merry Christmas. Happy 2020. I will see you guys with brand new requests perhaps mid-January or the beginning of February.

Masterlist • Prompt List • Smut Prompt List • Scenario List • AU List • List Of Drivers • Fan Fictions • Support Me? •

(Y/n) walks along the Abu Dhabi Was Marina circuit looking as the cars fly past during FP2, she was on her way to the Ferrari hospitality to have a quick meeting with some of the bosses before informing Mattia that he was no longer part of the team, some might say it was cruel but life is cruel and nobody got anywhere without power.

“Without a doubt, I will not be a mistake for this team… I will lead this team to victory come 2020.” (Y/n) says, The people in the office nod heir heads but were still hesitant. “If you do not believe in me, you are simply making a mistake… As I told you I have perfected my craft and obtained a Masters degree in management and A Bachelors degree in engineering.”

“High degree’s mean nothing unless you can show us.” One of the people say. “We will give you half of 2020 so prove to us that you are an aspect.”

“I will give you the trophy at the end of next year, you will have no choice but to believe in me.” (Y/n) says. “If you make it that far, See you in Australia, Ms Ferrari.” One of them said while everyone gathered their papers.

“You will not be disappointed.” (Y/n) says picking up her papers and leaving the room, she saw the drivers entering the for dinner after a long FP2 session, her eyes land on Sebastian and felt her heart beat faster, she had several goals in life, but she believed the two most important ones were; Win the championship for Ferrari and Win Sebastian Vettel, nothing would stand in her way.

“I regret informing you but you are no longer part of this team, We were an embracement this season and I will not sit back and watch this team become a backmarker.” (Y/n) says while sitting in Mattia’s office.

“We had a few bumps, it will be sorted out for next year,” Mattia says.

“I do not care… the decision is made.” (Y/n) says. “You may have one last weekend with us, but then you should clear out your office, have a good weekend.” (Y/n) says getting up from the chair and leaves the office.

It was the start of the 2020 season and (Y/n) had done her absolute best to get the car in perfect form, a lot of factory workers were fired and new ones were hired to devolve this season’s car and make it the best on the grid, (Y/n) hadn’t seen much of Sebastian over the winter break but now that the season was about to start things were about to change, (Y/n) arrived early at the circuit wearing a red dress that hugged her curves just right exposing just enough to leave men dreaming about what else was underneath her dress.

“Good morning, Ms Ferrari.” One of the staff members greets her.

“Morning.” (Y/n) replies while making her way to the office, it was going to be a long day with a lot of nervous building up considering this would be the first time the car would run since the Barcelona testing.

“Coffee, Ms Ferrari?” Another staff member asks.

“Yes and make it strong.” (Y/n) says while sorting through some paperwork. “Oh, and if you see Sebastian Vettel, could you send him my way, yes?”

“Of course, Ms Ferrari.” They said and left her office to go make the coffee and hopefully find Sebastian.

(Y/n) steps into the Ferrari garage ready to go to the pit wall for FP1 when she spots Sebastian drinking some water, she walks up to him with a seductive smile.

“You know, you are a hard man to find.” (Y/n) says, Sebastian chuckles putting down the water bottle.

“I’m sorry I did not know I was needed,” Sebastian says. “You look beautiful, Ms Ferrari.” Sebastian complements her as his eyes trail down her body over her exposed cleavage and down her long tanned legs.

“I accept your apology and thank you, I tried my best.” (Y/n) says, she could see his eyes linger a little longer on her breast.

“You did not have to try, you already looking stunning,” Sebastian says. “Perhaps we could go out to dinner tonight?”

“Sound’s perfect, come pick me up at say… 6?” (Y/n) asks.

“Six is good,” Sebastian says.

“I should get going, it was lovely talking you, Sebastian.” (Y/n) says.

“Of course, I shouldn’t keep our boss away from her job,” Sebastian says, (Y/n) gives him one last smile before making her way to the pit wall to talk to some engineers.

That night (Y/n) and Sebastian were in a restaurant talking about the progression of the car and how Sebastian felt driving it, (Y/n) had to admit she kept Sebastian close in mind while developing the car, she made sure it was accustom to his driving style, (Y/n) would catch Sebastian staring at her especially at her exposed cleavage, it was a much different dress she had on for dinner and she was hoping it would swoon him and it appeared to be working.

“So I have to ask.” (Y/n) begins, Sebastian looks into her eyes smiling at her, (Y/n) Ferrari didn’t care if Sebastian Vettel was a married man nor that he had three children at home. “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?” (Y/n) asks, she wanted Sebastian Vettel in every single way, no matter what.

“I uh.” Sebastian begins but (Y/n) quickly cuts him off.

“Because you can touch… you can do whatever it is you desire.” (Y/n) says with fire and lust burning inside of her, Sebastian could see it in her eyes, the desire, the need, he would most likely feel guilty about what he was about to do with this woman but right now... quilt was the last thing on his mind.

“We should go back to the hotel,” Sebastian says.

“Indeed we should.” (Y/n) says.

#f1 imagines #f1 imagine #sebastian vettel imagines #sebastian vettel imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader

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also, schuclerc + sewis I need it for the self indulgence

bullying (you making one post and me jumping at the opportunity to tinkerbell) works <3

They make sure not to be obvious about it, that they are attending the races together. Everyone who needs to know, knows already, though, so it's a moot point, hiding it. It's kind of funny if you ask Seb, being the open secret in the paddock.

If you ask Lewis, he will just roll his eyes and do that half-smile in the corner of his mouth, and say "Seb has always had the most awful sense of humor".

He tends to forget he laughed at the 'graining' joke, not once, but twice. Mick delights in reminding him, because even though he is a Mercedes driver and there is solidarity with Lewis there, he was Seb's friend first.

Lewis doesn't need an invitation to the races; everyone is desperate for him to show up. Mick thinks that they would like some warning before he does exclusively for the reason of rolling out a red carpet. Everyone falls all over themselves for even a chance at a soundbite, SKY first and foremost. Jenson keeps texting him about an exclusive, and Lewis keeps leaving him on Read.

Seb, on the other hand, thinks it's hillarious, and texts Jenson with more and more outrageous reasons why Lewis can't give him an interview. The last time he showed the texts to Mick, it was apparently because they were "supposed to film a threesome with an unnamed royal" and Lewis was "waxing Seb's feet". Mick thought he was going to die, he was laughing so much. The time before that, it was because they were "watching their potatoes grow in real time not to miss the milestones of growth and feel like bad parents". That one made Charles snort the mashed potatoes through his nose and ask, play-distraught, if he was eating the Sewis babies, which in turn made both Mick and Lewis lose it, while Seb ranted about what a stupid word it was, Sewis, and who in the hell came up with it? Mick couldn't stop looking at Charles, a devious glint in his eye present the whole time as he was winding Sebastian up the way nobody else could, basically calling him a dinosaur throughout the whole dinner.

But he's getting distracted. He always does, thinking about Charles. He doesn't mind it much; Charles is very distracting.

If anyone had asked Mick (which nobody does, because apparently, he has the "Schumacher Murder Glare" and people don't dare disturb him about silly things), the best way of predicting when Lewis will be in the paddock is to find out when Sebastian will be there. He doesn't have his former teams fighting to roll out a red carpet in front of him by his former teams (even though Mick thinks the Aston Martin guys would probably do it in a second without even having to be asked, if he said he was coming to their garage); what he does have is the best accomplice for wreaking havoc on the grid, and especially in Ferrari.

What he has is Charles. Charles, with his angelic smile and confused eyes and always, always a ticket with all-access for Sebastian. Charles, with his warm hugs and "Oh, Sebastian, how wonderful to see you, come, let me show you the car, oh, of course, only the parts you are allowed to see". Charles, with a wide-gaze pointed at Binotto and a younger brother on the team, who happens to need to talk to their TP just as the management is passing by while Seb is there, decidedly not looking at the time-sheets.

Charles, who does everything in his power to fuck with the people he doesn't like while maintaining his angel-like reputation, and everything possible and impossible to get Sebastian where everyone knows he will end up sooner or later.

Back in red; back on top of the world.

Mick wonders, sometimes, if he did the right thing going to Mercedes instead. He doesn't ask Sebastian about it; he knows what he would say. He knows what Seb did say to him, and he can't put his doubts on Sebastian, when he knows what it cost him, to give Mick impartial advice back then. Mick loves him so very much for it, and refuses to ask him anything else about it.

He watches Sebastian and Charles talk to a group of mechanics. He sees British racing green, and orange, and dark blue, and red. He can't help but smile, because only Sebastian and Charles. Only the two of them can gather all those different people around and have them laughing like old friends, despite everything that is going on; despite rivalries; despite competition. Only Seb and Charles.

"What are you thinking?"

Mick turns, and there Lewis is. He looks amazing; but then again, he always did. Having his own fashion line does help with the consistency of his good looks, and Mick has worn some of it and gotten a very positive reception. (Mainly from Charles. The memory of Charles' appreciation makes him have to supress a shiver.) It's also an endless source of fun for Mick and frustration for Lewis, because Sebastian refuses to wear anything that isn't an oversized t-shirt with a hoodie or a lumberjack shirt over it, while Charles is sincerely hopeless about fashion. It makes Mick laugh, and Lewis purse his lips and grit his teeth.

Mick bites his lip, because he isn't sure if he should say the truth.

"Come on, Mick," Lewis smiles, and his gap-tooth shows in an adorable way. "Aren't we past the 'solemn and suffering' phase? You know you can tell me anything." He steps closer, and Mick can smell his perfume. It's the same one he smelled on Sebastian, when they hugged in greeting on track. That makes him smile.

"Granted, I know I'm not Seb," Lewis goes on, "but I think I have some valuable experience too." He keeps smiling, and Mick's reservations are slowly melting away. "Mercedes boys solidarity. Tell me what's wrong."

Mick chances a look back at Charles and Seb, who are now trying to talk over each other, to the grand amusement of the mechanics around them.

"Did I do the right thing when I said no to them?"

The words fly out of his mouth and he wishes he can take them back. It's not because he thinks Lewis may judge him. It's because he knows he won't.

He looks back at Lewis, who is already looking at him. His eyes are contemplative, but they are also very soft. Mick feels like a child again suddenly. Lewis hums.

"Do you know I turned down Ferrari at least two times in my life?"

It's common knowledge; Mick knows that. He nods, apprehensive, and Lewis nods back.

"If I hadn't, I would've been driving with Seb, you know," Lewis says softly. "Multiple World Champions Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel, together at Ferrari. A wet dream for any sports fan, and the wettest dream for Ferrari." He chuckles, and it's not a nice chuckle. "We would've devoured each other."

Mick almost steps back at the tone of Lewis' voice. Lewis goes on, looking at Charles and Seb as he speaks.

"We would've pushed each other, that is true, but it wouldn't have been good, Mick. It would've been fucking awful." He snorts. "It was awful already when we were Championship rivals in different teams, if you remember, and I refused to have a - another friendship disintegrate for a second time because of us being teammates. It would've been even worse if we both wore red when it happened."

Mick knows what Lewis is talking about. He wants to look away from the darkness on his face, because Lewis shouldn't be sad. Lewis should never be sad, after everything, and Mick doesn't want to see it.

He doesn't look away. It would be disrespectful, to shun away from the way Lewis is tearing himself open to help Mick.

"We would've been like Senna and Prost, you know. Awful to each other. The worst. And neither of us would ever recover," Lewis says. "And I refuse to kill the good parts in Sebastian. I care about him too much." He smiles, and his whole face lights up. "Apparently I always did, even when I didn't know it."

"And Ferrari was Sebastian's dream, you know. Of course you do, what am I saying." He pauses, then goes on carefully. "He was always aiming for Ferrari, and it was his - his destiny, I think, to drive for them."

Mick clenches his fists. He knows. Il Predestinato, he thinks, because Lewis won't say it, but they both know it. Lewis is silent for a moment, observing the scene across from them. Mick watches Lewis, because he needs to see; he needs to understand.

"We would've been like Prost and Senna, so I made a choice for us, even though he never knew." Lewis turns back to Mick, and his eyes are unbearably soft. "I chose for us to be like Michael and Mika instead."

Mick's heart starts beating faster. Lewis' expression is apologetic, and Mick doesn't know what his face looks like in that moment, but he hopes that Lewis can see that it's okay. It's okay, what he just said. He nods, once, and Lewis looks like he wants to say something else, but Mick can't - he doesn't need to hear it.

Mick looks away, and Charles is talking now, Seb looking at him with a proud smile. Charles is beautiful, always, but he is most beautiful in movement. His eyes sparkle, and his hands fly around in gestures, and his face is an open book, and Mick is so in love with him, it hurts to even think about it sometimes. His red fireproofs are tied around his waist, and Seb is holding onto his cap so his hair is in disarray. Mick can't wait to kiss him again. He can't wait to mess up his hair, and to hold him as they sleep, and to have lunches and dinners with Seb and Lewis, and to tease them all and get teased in return, and to hold Charles' hand under the table and to hip-check him in the media pen and to kiss him, and kiss him again, and then kiss him some more.

None of that would be possible if he, too, wore red.

"Yeah," he croaks out, watching Charles mime something that makes the whole group burst into laughter and Sebastian punch his arm, a grin permanently etched on his face. "Yeah, I understand."

Mick turns then, and Lewis is looking straight at him, and he is smiling, and Mick is so glad to have him as a friend.

"I thought you might," Lewis says, and they don't need to talk about it anymore, because they both know.

(They were the ones who had to make a choice; because Seb and Charles never could; and Seb and Charles never would; and neither Mick nor Lewis would ever ask it from neither Charles, nor Seb. They loved them too much for that.)

"Now tell me, who do you think is going to come over to complain about the other first?"

Mick startles, and laughs, and Lewis laughs with him when they both say "Seb" at the same time.

The world keeps turning; the sun keeps shining; they keep laughing, and Mick's doubts, slowly, one by one, settle.

#HERE YOU GO KYLE #schuclerc #sewis #this is mostly talking but i hope you like it #f1 rpf #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites #i go realk soft here dont @ me im still going through it #please lmk what you think i live off feedback #and delusions but mainly feedback

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