#carlos and charles talk it OUT i will lose my head if this whole season becomes both of y'all fighting each other

[shitapril]

not nico rosberg comparing carlos sainz and charles leclerc's on track moves with his and lewis' moves back in the day - is he aware the ferrari girls are in shambles and disarray right now ? does he know we don't want charles and carlos to end up like them ???

[stillthe1]

5 (& maybe 16) for the fluffy prompts w lestappen 💕

1600k of lestappie following these prompts for u, c!!! 🩷🩷🩷 i tried to make it fun enough n maybe horny enough, so... yeah. kind of nsfw? don't really know what came to me. non-betaed so all mistakes r my own 🩷

Charles’ had the worst fucking weekend, Miami was not kind to him, as he found himself battling with a Haas and losing. And sure, he respects Kevin very much, but come on. Really, Ferrari?

(Maybe he should’ve let the Mercedes rumors continue–)

So it’s not a surprise, really, when Pierre forces him to go out. Let go of the feelings of the weekend, and maybe he’s right. As the music starts to get to him, Pierre comes back with a Cosmo for Charles and a Zombie for him. Fruity and bright, as Miami, non?

As soon as he tastes his cocktail, he makes a face. Holy hell. “Pierre, this is strong. Did you ask for more vodka?” His nose is scrunched up, and his eyes may or may not be watering. Sue him, he knows he’s a lightweight, but this was another level.

He already felt a bit drunk, and it was the start of the night. Welp. Let’s hope he doesn’t do anything too wild, or he would have to sit through another Ferrari meeting about the brand and how he’s supposed to act. 

Fuck Ferrari.

He lets go of the constant voices in his head that sound like Fred, and his management team. Let’s go of all the things and just dances around, listening to Bad Bunny singing about whatever – he just hopes it’s not Max’s song. He needs Max out of his brain for a night. For an hour, at least.

“So,” Pierre's smile is blinding, too bright for today, but he’s still Pierre, so Charles will ignore it for now. “Did you see who was in the paddock this weekend? It was insane!”

And trust Pierre to get all the gossip from whoever he gets it, always the first to know everything. And Charles, too. Being best friends has benefits, sometimes. 

“Huh? Who?” He thinks about guessing, it’s a fun game around the USA, the most random celebrities always show up and act like it’s their catwalk. Whatever. “David Beckham? Or maybe Shakira? Carlos told me way too many times about her leave to Miami…”

“No, Charles! Well, I don’t know, but!” Pierre’s hands do a strange movement, and Charles thinks he’s had too many drinks already. “It was Martijn Garrix and Daniel!”

“Daniel?” His voice sounds weird even to his ears, all flat and no energy behind it. “Ricciardo? What were they doing here?”

He knows that Daniel is Red Bull’s third driver, but he was around in Australia too. Did he really need to be around that much? Around Max—

Do not think about Max. Charles, do not think about Max. Abort, abort, abort.

“They were here to support Max, or so Danny told me. Oh! And they told me they’ll be here too, so we’ll see them!”

Fuck. Fuckity fucking fuck. Merde. No, no, and no. He wanted a night free of Max Verstappen, free of the thoughts he had around him, the way his heart started beating faster and faster around him. He had a bad weekend, a bad season, and a bad year, already. He needed this. Fuck.

He feels his breath come in short, and the familiar feeling of panic settles inside his chest. He excuses himself from Pierre quickly, noticing his friend’s concerned stare, and walks quickly to the patio of the club. 

He needed space. He needed to be alone for a minute. His vision is blurry, and for a moment he thinks it’s the alcohol. But no, fucking hell. He’s tearing up. At a goddamned club in Miami. What a great year, huh?

He sits on one of the couches with a view of the sea and breathes in the salty air. He closes his eyes to avoid tears, or worse, a whole breakdown. He does not have time for a breakdown, no matter what his therapist said.

He needs his bubble of personal space and some minutes to himself–

“Charles?”

He opens his eyes, a bit reluctantly, and looks up at Max. How did he find him? Has he been looking around, praying to catch him? Or was he just casually walking by and thought, huh, let’s stop a moment to talk to my ex-nemesis? Fun times, hah.

He realizes his eyes are full of tears at the same time as Max's. Max’s eyes widen, sitting quickly by his side. It feels nice, and Charles suppresses a sob.

His walls are down, a combination of alcohol and Max’s proximity, and all he wants is to cuddle up to Max, give in to the urge he has always had and kiss the freckle that frames Max’s lips. 

“Charles, hey, love. Can you hear me?” Max’s voice is soft, and it scratches all of Charles’ needs. He nods, biting his bottom lip and trying not to cry. “Okay, can you look at me?”

He shakes his head no and prays Max does not read into it. It’s just. Max’s eyes have always been Charles’ obsession. Deep blue, with the prettiest lashes known to mankind, and. Max always says so much with his eyes, wears his heart on his sleeve, and makes Charles feel untethered. 

“Tell me what I can do for you, honey. Please.” The emphasis on honey makes Charles tear up even more. Fuck, he needs Max. He needs Max for himself, maybe show everyone around them – Daniel Ricciardo, especially — that Max Verstappen is his.

But he is not. They’re not dating. They’re nothing. Charles always feels lost when he sees Max direct his soft smiles at someone that’s not him. Feels like he has traveled through time, feels the scratchy texture of the Sauber fireproofs, and feels the indifference in Max’s eyes when he looked at him back then.

Charles always tries to not be selfish and tries not to ask too much. But right now, with Max asking him what he needs, he can’t lie.

“Stay?” His voice sounds scratchy, even though he has avoided crying for now. He refuses to look up. He doesn’t want to look at Max while he feels like this. Lost, jealous, possessive. 

He feels Max’s nod against his arm, and he startles. Since when are they so close? He can smell Max’s cologne and it’s intoxicating, spicy but with enough vanilla to feel cozy. 

He feels Max’s sigh against his shoulder, and he lets himself enjoy the moment. Enjoy Max’s proximity, the smell of his sandalwood shampoo, everything that makes him Max.

It’s enough to calm him down. Enough for him to see things a bit clearer, without that much panic taking over his brain. Max is here. Max is sitting by his side, when he should be celebrating his incredible win, getting drunk with Daniel and Martijn.

But he stayed. Because Charles asked him to. It’s too much for his brain to catch up, and he can’t stop himself. He can’t help it, not with the amount of alcohol his Cosmopolitan had, not while having Max cuddling up with him.

“Max…” 

Max looks up at him, blue eyes full on display and face smushed against Charles’ arm. Fuck, he looks so beautiful. So freaking cute. Charles almost wants to kiss his nose, but he must refrain.

“Max, can I kiss you?” 

Max nods quickly, biting his bottom lip, worrying it under his teeth, and turning it a very pretty pink. As pink as the blush in Max’s ears, cheeks, and neck. He looks edible.

“Took you long enough, Leclerc. I thought you would never ask.” His smirk is ruined by the nervousness his eyes show, and really, Charles has never been patient. 

And he has always wanted Max Verstappen. So he cannot be blamed if their first kiss is a bit rushed, a bit too quick. Max smiles against his lips, and everything feels like a movie. He almost expects the techno music around them to switch to Taylor Swift.

Charles giggles, finally giving in and kissing Max’s nose, too. 

Max takes a hold of his face with one of his big hands and Charles feels the world around them disappear, his eyes focused on Max’s pretty, pink plump lips. He presses their lips together once more, and it feels like home. Max tastes like gintonic, a bit minty, and it’s heaven. Charles, being his bratty self, bites Max’s bottom lip, and finally gives fully into the kiss. 

It’s slick, hot and fucking perfect. Nothing could have prepared Charles for this, no matter how many fantasies he had as a teenager, not even the ones years later. This was his own personal heaven, with Max’s hand caressing his face softly and kissing the lights outta him.

He stops the kiss to breathe, and smiles at Max, dimples out in display. It feels unreal, having Max so close. So so so close that he can see the damned lip freckle, the one that has taunted him for years.

Without giving it too much tought, he closes in again, and it’s intoxicating to see Max close his eyes. He’s expecting a kiss, but Charles bites his freckle. Gently, extremely gentle, but. It’s there, it’s taunting Charles, and he had to take action.

Max moans, and Charles has a full-body reaction to it, and the urge to grind against Max’s thigh is too big to ignore it. 

They need to get out of here, right now. 

Or Charles will create a big mess for both Ferrari and Red Bull, they will call it Il Predestinato and the Golden Boots.

“Max, Max. Please, let’s go to the hotel. Please.”

He’s begging, pleading with the worst case of bedroom eyes he has ever used against someone. But somehow it works, and Max gets up immediately. Takes Charles’ hand on his, gently as he ever his with him, and guides them towards the private exit of the club.

“Let’s go, my love.”

[dayslynthesix]

after spain and monaco (and now fucking azerbaijan) I'm feeling a little bit dawn these days, and as someone who watch and support a lot of volleyball teams, i thought it would be incredible to match those two worlds

the prompt is pretty simple and I'm keeping it with charles, because c'mon, the man has been fighting his teammate, he's team, max, everything and everyone so the reader is a volleyball player, team captain of her team and the past seasons hasn't been great to her or her team so she knows what it feels to loose like that and after the awful strategy back at his home race, the reader says a couple of things she learned from the pro life of an athlete

a/n: this is just fictional, i wish things that are here were true but unfortunately the earth don't circle around me, just to clear a couple of things, this is not the first time i write something, but it's quite different to write in a clear pov and replace the clear pov to a y/n one, i keep just the y/n, choosing to give the last name (bishop), sorry about the spelling mistakes, english it's not my first language

charles leclerc x reader

pronouns: she/her/hers

Losing is part of the process | Charles Leclerc imagine

Monaco, 2022

it was late that night, the weather was warm but not suffocating, charles was back at his home after the race and press conference, he knew y/n was coming home, to him, after her night practice, they spoke briefly after the race and then he has to left to the interviews and she has to left to the gym, even though her season were already over. the knock on the door was soft, as everything was with her, y/n was a soft person, she knows exactly what to say to make people feel better, and as soon charles open the door she was holding him against her.

"im so sorry, bae..." she said in a calm voice, she knew he didn't wanted pity and even better, she knew how upset he was

"as i said, im getting used to coming back home disappointed after the race."

"you know its not your fault, right? you can't do everything alone, that why you have a whole team with you, they failed with you today, not the other way."

"yeah... they had failed a lot these days, i just can't understand why things keep going the wrong way, its so frustrating"

"i know, my love, i know, why don't we go to the living room so i can take a shower and then we can talk about it?"

"ok, i was waiting for you anyway" he gives you a soft kiss and went back to the couch, you could see the tv lights but there was no sound. you went for a quick shower and came back, charles was sitting on the floor, his back resting on the couch, you sit next to him and he immediately rested his head in your shoulder.

"do you remember last year season? we started winning every team, we barely lost a set?" he make a small sound just for you to know he knew about what you're talking about "and then, we lost, every game, we were hoping to others teams lose so we keep the lower half of the score, our opposite wasn't in the perfect connection with our setter, there was injuries, i was feeling my left knee... everything that could possibly go wrong was happening."

"yeah, i remember, you even considered moving to turkey or beach volley."

"yup, that's right. but out of the blue, we went to the kill-kill, and then the quarter finals, the semifinals, the final and when we thought it was over we won. it wasn't easy, but as a team we went against oir odds and make it."

"but that's because you're the best team captain in the world." he said and kissed you cheek

"that's not about me, its about team spirit, your team is letting you and carlos down, i know you're frustrated, pole position in spain and motor fail, pole position again here and they messed up the strategy. all I'm trying to say it is that tomorrow is a new day, there's a lot of new mountains for you to climb, but you're not alone, you know? im here with you, we lost and we win, its part of every sport."

"i know, i just want to feel the sadness for today, tomorrow its gonna be different."

Azerbaijan, 2022

charles didn't make a good start, perez was p1 before the first corner, then max take his p2, but a chaotic pit stop put him back in p1, everything was fine, until carlos hydraulic problem and until his car died, another motor fail, same one as spain. charles went back to the paddock, the first person he saw after the crew was y/n, she was wearing the ferrari merch, the red jerseys with his number on back, she was waiting for him. during summer break, every summer ever since they started dating she was with the team, watching every race, cheering him and all his friends, y/n was a sunlight at the ferrari garage.

"oh, love, im so so so sorry, i was hoping for the best"

"three times in a row, i think it should have an award for that" charles tried to make a joke, but you knew, you could feel the sadness and disappointment, "let me see mattia and carlos, I'll he right back"

after a quick talk to the chief, charles and carlos went back to where y/n was, she was still watching the race, way too concentrated. red bull went first and second, russell was p3, and considering george and charles were friends, y/n was really happy for him.

"carlitos, so sorry." y/n hugged carlos briefly and give him a soft smile

"thank you, y/n, next week is another week." carlos said and went to his room, awful day to be a ferrari driver and fan, charles needed to give a couple of interviews and as long as y/n was always walking around she take a time to congratulate the boys she was friends with, she saw lando first, he was with daniel, then lewis and george and finally pierre, the run into each other and y/n was shining in happiness for her boyfriend best friend and hers faithful horseman.

"pierre, I'm so happy for you, you deserved that"

"thank you, mini you, it was a great race, feels like i know what I'm doing again, im relieved. where my other half?"

"charles? interviews, were leading back to the hotel"

"tell him as soon as I leave here I'll go say hi. need to go, see ya" pierre kissed your temple and went to the alpha tauri motorhome and you lead back to the ferrari garage, charles was already back on his normal clothes.

"lets go?"

"yup, im ready, gasly said that he'll stop to say hi after the post racing"

you and charles walk to his car, it was parked close to a few journalists and photographers, you knew a couple of them and wave, charles give them a polite smile

"thank you for being here today, and last week, and next one..." he give you a soft kiss, the journalists went bananas with the public demonstration of affection, you and charles didn't hide your relationship, but you make it private, after his past relationships and people being around because the fame and the money, both of you deserves the privacy, none of the reporters went to you, or him, they just take a couple of pictures and focus on another thing to do.

"im your girl, leclerc, im always gonna be here, winning or losing"

"and she look really good in red", daniel show up out of nowhere, he shaked charles hand and leave before charles could hit him, daniel was a couple of meters away, but you could hear him laugh, "sorry, mate"

"keep dreaming, ricciardo, she's still my girl", he said and both of you got into the car, leading back to the hotel room.

while y/n was taking a shower, charles opened his Instagram account just to see two of yours posts, one was congratulating george, lewis and pierre and another one was just about him.

y/nbishop9

y/nbishop9 we do the best we can with the best we have, you did the best you could with the best it was given to you, it wasn't the result we wanted, but im really proud of the driver you are, even with all the adversity you keep loyal to yourself, we win and we lost together, we celebrate and we jump into next one together. im with you no matter what. remember, we swallow a lot of water, but there's a surface closer then we think. love you.

charles got himself thinking about the beginning of their relationship, they start dating in the middle of an awful season for y/n and her team, they went to every final and lost every single one, they lost a couple of athletes and she was nearly replaced as team captain, the next season all was working out, they were winning, good athletes, the team manager was happy, and a bad luck wave got them, but they "swallowed a lot of water but reached the surface again", in y/n's words, and that was solely one of the best things he learned with her, and they win, everything, all the championships, he saw the worst of her performance and the best, she went all for the finals, all the championships, y/n and her team were unstoppable.

y/n went back to him in the bed, getting cozy using his body as a pillow, despite the hot weather in Baku, her hands were cold and she let him know really well by putting her cold hands in his warm chest.

"ahh, mon amour, your hands are freezing"

" i know, but your all warm and its the best way to warm them" she smile at him

"i already said that i love you today?" she made that cute face when she's thinking

"no, not today"

"i love you, a lot, and thank you for being here with me, not just here today, but here everyday"

"can i drive your car now?"

"nice try, but it's still a no" he laughed the first time after the race, a genuine one

"c'mon, pierre was the one who taught me how to drive, do you honestly think that I'm a bad driver?" charles always forgot that pierres mom and y/n mom went to school together

"i know you're an expert, amazing, truly incredible driver, but im not risking losing my seat at ferrari, and thats whats gonna happen if they see you driving" charles gives you a quick nose kiss

"fine fine, I'll ask lewis, or lando? which one of them is shorter?"

"i think its lando"

"then lando it is, can we watch fast and furious now?"

"yes, we can"

y/n never walked away, he knew that and the strength she had inside of that 1,67m body was making him fight for being better. tomorrow it's a new day, a better day, he can lose today, tomorrow and next week, but he's doing the best he can with the best he's receiving.

[slow-button-off]

I’m new to F1 so wondering if you could explain - would it have made a difference if Carlos had listened and kept the 10 car lengths? I see people saying people would have caught up to Charles anyway so Carlos was right to disobey. I can’t tell if that’s correct but I feel like it’s less about him disobeying in this instance and more of a culmination of his behaviour this season and not really being a team player. Would love to know your thoughts. Thank you in advance!

Hiya!

I explained somethings in maybe too much detail but you said you were new.. I’m sorry if I explained things to you that you already know! Also this is long long! I had a bit of a teamplayer rant I am sorry!

So this is hard to answer because it’s all just speculation. But the way that I interpret the 10 car lengths thing is, that they wanted him to do that so Charles has a bit more time to get his tyres up to temperature. The harder the compound the longer it takes to warm them up and hards vs softs makes a lot of difference in how long they take to get up to temp. I don’t think that ferrari would’ve had an issue with him overtaking Charles later. At least that’s not how I understood it but just to give him time to be better prepared for the others. And you can create that gap under a safety car because everyone has to hold their positions and overtaking isn't allowed. And the driver in P1 get's to decide when they start again (obviously within rules). So Carlos could've easily backed them up a bit and the pressure he had from Lewis wouldn't have change because he was behind him regardless.

Imo he probably could’ve even held them back for a bit after the start because Charles managed to do that on old hards with half a frontwing. But anyway. He didn’t. He dind't even really leave much space. He didn't do a Verstappen restart but he didn't really leave space either.

Imo it wasn’t wrong per se to not listen and I get his perspective and just wanting to go for it, but a bit more space would’ve maybe helped his team mate out a bit. As it didn’t happen I don’t know how much it would’ve helped.

I think the way he overtook was actually worse than not just listening. Because when you are fighting you always lose time. And pushing your teammate wide when he is already struggling for traction because his tyres are cold doesn’t help. He could’ve easily waited until the straight to overtake, without risking both their races and that might’ve given Charles more time as well. But I guess I also get being nervous and over excited about the possibility of a first win.

My personal feelings are like you said more about an accumulation of honestly not just this season. Part of it is how last season went and the narratives around these two. And the fact that 5.5 points suddenly meant that to some people even though he had significantly worse luck, that Charles was worse than Carlos.

And that him “beating” Charles (Charles beat him in every measure but points, as in all the head to heads, was always faster and so on) Changed the way that Carlos talked about his performances. I get that he was really happy about it and he should. But ever since the start of the season he’s been talking about “when he finds the few tenths” and “I could’ve had pole if not for so and so” and so on when especially his pole comments are just factually incorrect, it just gets annoying.

There is the whole narrative of him making the strategy calls and Charles doesn’t and he needs to learn from it since Monaco and that’s also just factually incorrect. Because both of them wanted to go from wets to slicks and no inters in the middle. Carlos had said yes to pitting for inters as well but then the team changed their mind. It wasn’t even Carlos. So the main strategic decision that he gets praised for making is one he didn’t even make.

And Charles hasn’t been in a position to override any other strategic decisions the way that Carlos was in Silverstone.

In general this strategic master mind narrative tends to (not always) be given to the slightly less fast drivers that are allowed to gamble. And it isn’t helped that you only hear certain excerpts of the radio that the broadcast decides to share with us.

My personal feelings of Carlos not really being a teamplayer primarily come from what he says. He seems to always be focused on himself which I get, but he very seldom mentions the team result or like the bigger picture. If that makes sense. And it just shows a bit of a disconnect. Like this result. I would take nothing away from his win because it has already happened, if he just said we did get some strategy wrong and we could’ve had a better team result. Or if he gave a teeny credit to his teammate that helped him win. Even in Monaco, all he talked about was how he could’ve won and not a single mention of his teammate that was screwed over much more severely.

That’s my feelings on all of this, that has turned out wayyy longer than I thought it ever would. lol

[livefastdriveyoung]

Nico Rosberg is nothing if not an agent of chaos. Every piece of information about his current relationship with Lewis has come from his mouth. Every driver taken out by a selfie.

This man is a Monegasque, and went to the David Croft school of chaos on television.

not nico rosberg comparing carlos sainz and charles leclerc's on track moves with his and lewis' moves back in the day - is he aware the ferrari girls are in shambles and disarray right now ? does he know we don't want charles and carlos to end up like them ???