#cl16: chess

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Chess Grandmaster Hikaru Nakamura: Great to see Charles Leclerc continuing to play chess!

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it is my personal belief and opinion that charles and carlos are both really bad at chess. they don’t know because they only play each other and they’re both horrible

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VistaJet and Scuderia Ferrari | 5 questions with Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz

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ʚɞ f1 drivers if they were on the r/AITAH subreddit (☾ - smau) ↳ drivers: op81, ln4, cl16, lh44, cs55, mv1/33, gr63, fc43

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ALEX ALBON

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FERNANDO ALONSO

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HAMDA AL QUIBAISI

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LEWIS HAMILTON

ʚɞ a win-win situation (☾ - written) ↳ summary : fresh from a Formula 1 race win, Lewis Hamilton parties with his friends at a club. Y/n L/n, troubled by the condition that she must be married to inherit her father's company, is at the same club. They hit it off, have a few too many drinks, and wake up in a hotel room, shocked to realize they got married

ʚɞ we're both winners, sweetheart (☾ - ❥ - written & smau) ↳ part 2 of "a win-win situation" ↳ summary : Y/n and Lewis going through the typical struggles of marriage (or in other words, the struggle of keeping up the charade of being married)

CHARLES LECLERC

ʚɞ can you stay the night? (☾ - ♡ - written) ↳ summary : you and charles had always been comfortable with each other, comfortable enough to cuddle, go out on "platonic" dates, and maybe comfortable enough to leave a toothbrush at his place

LANDO NORRIS

ʚɞ coffee and chess (♡ - written & smau) ↳ summary : y/n knew lando well, that a date at the local cafe would make him as giddy as a kid who had candy and that a game of chess with y/n would never make fail to make him laugh, so why not do both for his birthday?

OSCAR PIASTRI

ʚɞ my sweet summer romance (⚝ - written & smau) ↳ summary : after running into your mother's best friend from high school in Melbourne, she suddenly decides to invite her and her family to spend the entire summer with your family in Italy. so what happens when you're stuck dealing with the "jerk" of a son your mother's best friend has? one word - chaos.

ʚɞ that's the thing about illicit affairs (♬ - written) ↳ summary : a maid of honor and a groom that she knows all too well, only one of them gets their happy ending.

ʚɞ god forbid (𖦹 - written) ↳ summary : the indulgence of sin wasn't new to y/n, it never has been- but to oscar? he was as pure and innocent as a doe, the thought of sinning never even crossing his mind. but then again, everyone has to sin at one point, right?

DANIEL RICCIARDO

ʚɞ our little secret (𖦹 - written) ↳ summary : y/n had never been one to take risks, especially those that could put any relationships on the line, but maybe daniel can convince her to take a risk while keeping it a secret, just this once (or twice)

GEORGE RUSSELL

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CARLOS SAINZ

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If I lose my mind | Ch. 12

Series summary: When you're buried under a mountain of problems and can’t seem to catch a break, it might feel like you need a complete reset. But did it really have to come with a one-way ticket to a new dimension? Surely, a couple problem-solving courses would’ve done the trick. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 5,4k Also on AO3

The sun bears down with an almost tangible weight, each ray a fiery tendril pressing against your skin. What began as a blissful oasis—a magnificent sunbed that cradled you in its warm embrace after your swim in the icy water, rocking you to the rhythm of the lapping waves—has betrayed you. The once-soft fabric and plush cushions have gradually transformed into a stifling grill beneath your back. Sweat beads at your temples, and the tingling heat along your shoulders hints at a sunburn brewing just beneath the surface 

With a sigh, you sit up, the teak deck creaking softly beneath you. The Mediterranean stretches endlessly in every direction, a tranquil expanse of sapphire shimmering under the sun’s golden touch. You slip into your sandals, the straps warm against your skin, and head toward the shaded back deck. If you're honest, when Carlos first mentioned his latest "shiny acquisition," you’d pictured a sleek little boat, perfect for a casual day on the water. Nothing could have prepared you for the sprawling luxury of the yacht anchored at the port outside his beach house this morning. 

Just another reminder that you and Carlos aren't —weren't?— exactly in the same tax bracket. 

The shaded area greets you with a rush of cooler air and the sight of Carlos lounging on a plush sofa, still in his swim trunks. His tanned skin glistens with the remnants of saltwater from your earlier swim, his eyes glued to his phone, a half-played chess game abandoned beside him. 

You shake your head, smirking. He and Charles had been bickering all morning over chess strategies like two old men in a park. They’d finally decided to settle it with one last match, and you’d used the chance to escape and catch some sun. Clearly, they’d taken their sweet time. 

Carlos notices your footsteps before you even reach him. His face lights up with that familiar grin, and as you approach, he puts his phone down and extends a hand toward you. His fingers slip around yours effortlessly, his thumb grazing your knuckles in a warm, unhurried motion. It’s oddly comforting, a habit of his that’s grown on you. 

“Did you lose?” you ask, arching a brow at the abandoned game. 

“Never,” he replies, the arrogance in his tone undercut by the grin tugging at his lips. 

“Where’s Charles?” 

“Talking on the phone. His mummy called,” Carlos quips, his tone teasing. 

You roll your eyes, leaning in to flick his forehead with your intertwined hands. “Don’t act like you weren’t calling your mum this morning all like, ‘Mami, que nos vamos con el barco, (Mummy, we’re taking the boat)’” you mimic, your voice climbing to a falsetto. 

Carlos laughs, the sound rich and unrestrained, though he tries to protest, “I don’t talk like that!” 

“Que sí, mamá, que tenemos cuidado (Yes mom, we’ll be careful)” you continue, doubling down on your impersonation, complete with dramatic hand gestures. “Ya me he puesto crema, ¡no traigas más mamá! (I’ve alredy put oon sunscreen, don’t bring more!)” 

His jaw drops at your performance, mock outrage lighting up his expression. “Stop making fun of me!” he exclaims, though his laughter betrays him. His free hand darts out to tickle your side, a sudden and ruthless retaliation. 

“Hey, stop it!” you yelp, struggling to squirm away, but Carlos is far stronger. His previous grip on your hand prevents any real escape, and with his other hand, he mercilessly tickles you until your resistance falters. You trip in your attempt to escape, tumbling onto him. 

“¡Que me tiras! (You’re going to make me fall!)” you gasp, half-laughing, half-protesting as you land awkwardly against him. 

“That’s the plan,” he says smugly, locking his arms around you in a triumphant hug 

“Carlos, I’m all sticky with suncream and sweating!” 

“I don’t care!” he replies, his voice sing-song as he pulls you closer. 

Despite yourself, you can’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation deflating your protests. The driver’s hold on you is inescapable, his strength far outmatching yours. His next words come as a triumphant whisper against your ear “Por lo menos he conseguido oírte hablar en español (At least I got you to talk in Spanish)” 

“Huh?” You pull back slightly, blinking at him. He has a point —you don’t think you’ve ever had a proper conversation with him in Spanish. It’s not a conscious decision, you are always surrounded by non-Spanish speakers, and when he does approach you alone, he usually defaults to English.  

It’s oddly endearing how pleased he seems with himself though. 

“No tienes que practicar más tu inglés (You don’t have to practise your English no more),” he adds with a grin. “¡Ya sabes más que yo! (Already know more than I do!)” 

“Sure, sure,” you reply, skeptical. You don’t really know what he is talking about, when did you ask him to practice your English? 

“È meglio in italiano?” he switches languages, his grin widening. 

“What did you say?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“C’mon, Charles told me you wanted to practice your Italian before Monza. You can practice with me too.” 

Oh, Charles did mention something like that one of the first times you met him, even talked to you in Italian a couple times. You could never really follow the conversations, only understanding half of what he said because of your Spanish, so he didn’t push any further. 

“I don’t know Italian,” you deflect, shaking your head. 

“Two years in the Ferrari academy, and you didn’t pick up anything?” Carlos teases, his disbelief evident in his tone. His grin is wide, mischievous, and altogether too charming. You try to shrug it off, but his raised eyebrow signals he’s not letting you off the hook “That’s where you met Charles, right?” 

You blink. New information. You really should speak Spanish with him more often if this is the kind of intel you’ll get. 

“I guess,” you say nonchalantly, feigning indifference. Inside, though, you’re already planning to search about it the moment you get back. 

Carlos narrows his eyes, suspicious of your evasiveness. “I guess?” His voice rises in mock exasperation, and then, before you can brace yourself, his hands attack your sides again in a relentless tickling assault. 

“Okay, okay, stop!” you gasp, laughter bubbling uncontrollably from your chest as you twist and squirm, your hands blindly grappling for his wrists. His grip falters just enough for you to catch one hand, then the other, but the struggle only lands you in an even more precarious position: half-seated on top of him. “Fine! Yes, I knew him from there, before he was in Sauber. Happy now?” 

Guess playing those guess the driver based on their teams challenges from tiktok had to come in handy at some point. You got addicted at those. 

Carlos leans back slightly, utterly unfazed, not putting resistance against your hold. “See? That wasn’t so hard,” he teases, his voice as warm and smooth as the sunlit waves lapping against the boat, cradling you from side to side. 

One of his hands settles casually on your hip when you let go, the other remaining loosely trapped in your grip.  

“Whatever,” you mutter, but your tone lacks conviction. You let out a soft huff of air, trying and failing to suppress the smallest of smiles when he throws you a wink, boyish and entirely too charming.  

You still can’t understand how he always manages to turn your interactions into moments like this — moments so tender and charged that they feel almost deliberate, yet completely unspoken. The way your eyes linger on each other, the way you’re so close, sometimes even holding one another. How easily you’ve slipped into this dynamic with the Ferrari driver. 

Why doesn’t this closeness feel strange? You’ve known him for such a short time, and yet it feels natural, like you’ve always been this way. The gentle way your fingers trace patterns along his, the soothing circles his hand draws on your side, a gesture so unconscious it sends a quiet shiver up your spine. 

‘It’s just Carlos’ you tell yourself, as if that’s enough. Carlos, with his disarming warmth, his easy-going nature and unguarded affection. He seems so comfortable with this closeness, so unafraid to seek it out with you — it’s simply who he is. With you.  

And somehow, without a second thought, you let yourself sink into it.  

“What are you thinking?” he murmurs, his voice soft enough to blend with the gentle crash of waves. His gaze is unwavering, those warm brown eyes studying your face with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. 

The wind tousles his hair, leaving it a mess of dark strands framing his face. His bracelet catches the light as your fingers toy absently with the cord, the handmade piece adorned with his initials and the tiny Ferrari badge drawn on little white cubes. It’s a fan gift, of all things, but its presence now, between your hands, feels... 

A pang shoots through your chest, the ache of it almost too much. 

It’s not... real. None of this is real. 

“Nothing, I’m…” you smile, the tremble on your lips so easily noticeable and so difficult to hide. “It’s just..., you know, this, and I’m...” you bite down on your tongue, physically restraining the words from escaping. 

Forcing yourself to just shut up.  

You take a breath in, trying to push down the thoughts that so easily started poisoning the moment. Your eyebrows draw together and you keep your eyes down, letting go of the cord of his bracelet like it’s burning. 

It’s fake. Everything. 

I’m scared, you want to say, I’m so fucking scared of this —of all of it. Thirty-six days of living this surreal, impossible life, of being thrust into a world of fast cars, flashing cameras, and unimaginable luxury. Of private boats and breathtaking views, of thinking how nice you fit into the arms of this amazing man. And the quiet horror of realizing how easily you could lose yourself in it.  

“Carlos,” you begin, the words spilling out before you can stop them. But what are you supposed to say? That this isn’t real? The boat, this life, him? You glance at his expectant face, the furrowed brows, the quiet weight in his gaze. He’ll think you’ve lost it, that you’re going crazy under the weight of it all. “I don’t know how to say this, but I’m… you’re— none of this is—”  

The sudden creak of the driving cabin door cuts through your faltering confession, and your head jerks up to see Charles stepping out, his phone clutched in one hand. He doesn’t notice you at first, his thumb furiously swiping at the screen.  

He stops just short of the two of you, his gaze flicking up to you, then Carlos, and finally settling back on you. Something lingers in that glance, his green eyes catching the fading sunlight in a way that makes your stomach tighten. 

“Think we should head back,” Charles mutters, his voice clipped, as though reluctant to interrupt. “Some weirdo’s been taking photos.” 

Guess Charles wasn’t talking to his mum after all. Instead, it was someone from the Ferrari media team, calling to warn him about the photos of you that had been slowly making their way onto social media since this morning. They had just received a fresh batch of unseen ones just a couple minutes ago: a series of candid shots of the three of you, lounging on the boat, laughing, completely at ease, unaware of the long lenses pointed at you from the distance. 

Both teams scramble to get the photos pulled, sending messages, making calls, trying to keep the damage contained. But it doesn’t take long for them to see the light. And, as expected, the reactions are far from kind. 

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“You should stop looking at that” Charles advices, his voice even softer than usual as he sets the pile of plates and cutlery down onto the table on the back patio. 

The faint scent of saltwater from the sea mixes with the cool evening air, and the setting sun casts a warm golden glow on everything around you. He moves with practiced ease, placing everything in its place. 

You pull your legs from the chair and sit up, stretching as you glance back into the house. Phone left over the table, still displaying the article you found about your ‘escapade’. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed. Inside, the lights are all on, and the shadows of indistinguishable figures move about the kitchen, the soft clatter of utensils filtering through the open window. 

“Are they already making dinner? Sorry, you need help?” 

The Monegasque stops you with a swift gesture of his hand, starting to place everything on the table by himself. His hair is damp and unruly from his recent shower, the blue shirt he's wearing showing traces of the droplets that must have been falling just minutes ago. He looks so effortlessly nice. 

“Don’t worry, Carlos’ mom warned us not to bother you” 

“Is that so?” you chuckle softly, a hint of relief creeping in. But you don’t stop yourself from reaching for the forks and knives, setting them in their places on the table —seven seats in total. Carlos’ sister and her husband are joining you tonight. "You should’ve told me anyway..." 

"I don’t think she’d let you help even if you wanted to. She even sent the cook home for the night" he calms you, finishing his task and resting his arms on the backrest of the seat opposite to you  

“What is she making?” 

Charles hesitates, his gaze darting back to the kitchen before turning to you again. His mouth opens and closes with stray syllables that don’t really make any dish you have ever heard before. “Some kind of fish, I think? They’ve said the name a couple times but I didn't get it” he shrugs lightly, but there’s a gentle smile on his lips. "It smells good though. That’s all I can say" 

“It does smell nice” you give him, a grin of your own pulling at your lips. You sit down again as ordered, taking your still light up phone from the table and turning off the screen. 

She should respect herself is the last thing you manage to read on it, one of the nicest comment of the hundreds hanging on the comment section of the page. You sigh. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks a few meters away filling in the silence that falls right after. 

“Try not to worry about it too much, okay?” he almost whispers, his hand moves through his hair, shaking it out of place “I know it’s hard, but... some people are just assholes, no use in reading the shit they put out there” 

A sigh slips from your lips as you lean your elbows over the glass table and glance away, the weight of your thoughts pressing on your chest. "A lot has come up about Monaco too..." 

While you can hardly stomach the repulsive comments surrounding the supposed relationship between you Charles, or Carlos, or both of them? Some even asking themselves how your closeness with Lewis might fit into the mix. The constant invasion of privacy, the sense that you’re being watched every second of every day, has been weighting on you lately. 

They know where you've been. Where you ate. What you wore. They even managed to snap a picture of that tiny clay hedgehog Charles bought you back at the artisan market —a detail so small, yet so personal, and now it’s making the rounds in social media. It’s all out there now, for anyone to dissect, to judge, to speculate. 

One thing is people knowing your hotel back in the middle of a Grand Prix, and another thing entirely is being followed back to Charles’ building entrance. There’s even photos of you carrying the suitcase inside the Sainz’s villa just couple days ago. 

The thought of going back to Monaco after this trip to Mallorca feels suffocating. You’re not sure if you can face it. Not after everything. You feel so exposed, like there’s nowhere safe anymore. 

Charles’s voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts. "No, I don’t even look at those things anymore," he confesses, the finality in his voice talking of a decision he took long ago. The driver has spent years on the spotlight, for good a not so much "Look, I know we talked about this before, but I really don’t care what anyone says." 

His words linger in the quite night, his eyes never leaving yours. "I enjoy this. Being here, with you. Spending more time together outside of racing and being normal, you know?" His smile softens, but there's something deeper in his expression, something you can’t quite put your finger on. "And I loved showing you around Monaco, having you at home. So really, why would I care about what some loser has to say about it? This... this is just me and you. Us." 

Oh, that’s...  

What? 

A rush of warmth blooms across your cheeks, spreading like wildfire through your chest, leaving you breathless for a moment. Your heart flutters, faster than it should, that’s so nice, so comforting in a way you didn’t expect. And the way he’s looking at you, the intensity in his gaze expressing a million things more than he can manage to put into words.  

But where is all this coming from? He’s never said anything remotely close to this before. Sure, he’s talked about how great it was spending time with you, how much fun the last few days were, but this? 

“I...” you stammer, the word barely a whisper as your mind struggles to catch up. You look up at him, heart racing and nerves threatening to unravel you entirely. What are you even supposed to say? His words, his tone, the way his eyes seem to search yours with such quiet urgency. It all feels so much deeper than just this conversation “I had a lot of fun too, Charles”  

As soon as the words slip from your lips, you realize with a sinking feeling that you’ve said the wrong thing. The change in the air is almost tangible, as if the moment itself has shifted, taking on a new weight you can’t shake off. Charles’s smile is still there, but it’s different now. It’s more distant, reserved. 

You open your mouth instinctively, your mind scrambling for something to say, something to undo the sudden tension. But the words don’t come. They’re caught somewhere, stuck behind the pressure building inside you. 

But nothing comes. The words stay lodged in your throat, swallowed by hesitation, and all you can do is watch as he turns and walks away. 

“Toma, dale a la cría más jamón, hombre (Here, give the girl some more jamón, boy)” Carlos Senior voice breaks through the chatter, abrupt yet kindly, leaning over the table to take one of the dishes of cut meat scattered around the table and giving it to his son. 

You try to wave it off, an awkward smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, no, no, por favor,” you stammer, already chewing on a bite of the rich, salty meat. But before you can protest further, Carlos takes the plate from his father’s hand and places it in front of you. A bit of heat rises to your cheeks, “Sorry, it’s been a while since I last got to eat it and-” 

“No, love, eat some more! There’s cheese here as well, do you want some?” Reyes, Carlos’ mother, swiftly diverts the talk, not waiting for an answer before picking another one of the dishes and sending it down the table towards you.  

“Tendríamos pedir más y así se llevan los chicos (We should buy some more, so the kids can take them home)” she suggests to her husband, taking her glass in one hand and turning to the other guest at the table “Charles, do you like it too? And the cheese? We’ll prepare some for you to take back” 

You laugh under your breath, trying not to look overwhelmed. The plates seem to multiply around you, the family circling you both in a flurry of food. You catch Charles’ eye across the table, his dimples flashing in an innocent smile. He’s probably not understanding half of the conversation, the rapid-fire Spanish swirling around him too much to keep up with.  

Your mind drifts briefly to Nick, he's definitely not going to be happy about this. From the delicate codfish Reyes had spent hours preparing, to the fragrant cake Carlos' sister brought over, you’ve already eaten more than you intended. This time you’re truly not sure if you’ll fit on the car.  

Well, the trainer had actually seemed quite willing to ease up on the strictness of the diet when you brought up your conversation with Daniel a few weeks ago. He even programmed a new plan just a couple of days later. For some reason and despite their differences, Nick was oddly pleased that Daniel had discussed the topic with you, even admitted he wasn’t really comfortable with such a rigid calorie count either.  

So then, why was it programmed in the first place? 

“Where are you taking them tomorrow?” Carlos' sister leans forward, finishing her piece of cheese as she watches the scene unfold around them, her eyes scanning the quiet evening. 

“We were going to Palma, to see the market, but now that they know we’re all here...” her brother reclines lazily on the chair, a sigh flowing out his lips “I don’t know, maybe take a trip to Menorca?” 

Carlos glances over at you and Charles, his eyes scanning for a response. You nod encouragingly, the idea appealing. It'll throw the paparazzies off for a while, the island not that far from you, but enough to be off the radar for a bit. 

His father also supports the idea, instantly taking out his phone to show Carlos a restaurant they visited a few years back as a suggestion for lunch “Your mother loved this one, it had a terrace over the sea and all. And there was this plate of roasted lamb...” 

Carlos and his sister both chuckle at the enthusiasm in the man’s voice, exchanging a look with their mother. It’s probably not the first time they’ve heard this story, and judging by the way their father dives into every single detail of it —even in English—, the last time won’t be anytime soon either. 

The conversation drifts to other places worth visiting before they leave the island. The family has had this house for years, and while they know Mallorca like the back of their hands, they’ve explored the other islands multiple times as well. 

After a while, Carlos’ hand fall onto your knee to gain your attention “Like the plan?” 

“Menorca? Yeah, at least for tomorrow” you whisper back, your eyes meeting his. They’re the ones who know how to navigate the chaos of fame, so you better follow along with their advice. 

The Ferrari driver nods, his hand giving your knee a reassuring squeeze before leaving it to rest there, calm and steady. The warmth of his touch lingers as the evening stretches on. Yeah, he’s getting too smooth at it, you think —but you don’t mind. 

_____ 

Turns out the Sainz family has an excellent taste, from the restaurants they recommend to the activities Carlos is roped into taking you on. Menorca, it turns out, is even more enchanting than the glossy postcards or travel blogs ever hinted at, with its tranquil waters and the shimmering sun. You spend most of the trip in a blissful haze, thankfully managing to avoid too many encounters with paparazzi or curious fans. 

That conversation with Charles from the first evening? It’s not mentioned again, by either of you. The air between you settling back into that familiarity slowly but surely. Still, it lingers in the back of your mind, and you make a mental note to talk things through with him once you’re away from all of this. 

The days on the islands vanish like grains of sand through your fingers, blurring into an endless string of sunsets and laughter. You try to memorize every detail —the way the sunlight catches on Carlos’ grin, the sound of Charles’ rare and genuine laugh, the warm feeling being with them bring you. But no matter how tightly you cling, the end still comes. 

Your escapade to the Balearic Islands has come to an end, and now you’re heading to Monaco for the last couple of days you’ll get to spend with Charles. 

When the time to finally part ways at the airport comes, Carlos holds you tightly. His hug is firm, his arms wrapping around you as if they alone could keep you from leaving. He sways you gently from side to side, reluctant to let go. 

“So, you’re coming back every break, aren’t you?” his words, though light, strike a chord deep in your chest. 

You want to respond, to reassure him, but the truth lodges in your throat. Because this, whatever it is, probably won’t happen ever again. You won’t get to spend your holidays with the two drivers, won’t be able to talk to them again, to see them, to hug them. This dream, or whatever this temporarily insanity of yours is, will come to an end at some point. Right? 

But even as you nod and give him a wry smile, the question haunts you: do you want it to end? 

The thought keeps circling your mind over the following days and weeks, as you try to convince yourself of the only sane solution. You have to go back, to your apartment, to your work, to your life –How? You’ll have to figure that one out too. Nevertheless, this feeling reaches its breaking two weeks later, at the afterparty of the Belgian Grand Prix, cradled in his arms once again, this time under the crisp chill of his victory night as you lose yourself in his eyes. 

Do you really want this to end? 

“Thanks again for coming,” Carlos murmurs, looking down at you in a hug that you both refuse parting from. “I know you’ve been a little anxious about parties and going out lately” 

You lean back slightly to look at him, the warmth of his presence anchoring you “I couldn’t miss it.” 

“Who knows when I’ll win again, right?” he teases, a sly smile playing on his lips. 

“Oh, shut it!” you laugh, swatting his chest. The sound of your voice bounces off the quiet entrance, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. 

“What? You’re the one who said it first!” 

“Me?! When?” your incredulous glare only makes his grin wider “It’s you who heard that, always thinking the worst of me” 

“If that helps you sleep at night”  

You push at him in mock indignation, stepping back from the hug to create some distance, but your heel catches on the uneven ground. The world tilts alarmingly, but before gravity can do its worst, his hands are there—firm and steady—gripping your waist and pulling you back upright in one seamless motion “Nope, we’re not having none of that tonight” 

“What? can’t a woman fall down with dignity now?” you spurt back, regaining your footing. Your feet hurt with these heels, you thought rich people parties were supposed to be more of sitting down fun, some wine and expensive food. Instead got that undanceable music 

“With dignity?” he chuckles, low and warm, letting you adjust yourself but keeping his hold on you. You don’t know if it's in fear you’ll fall again or simply a need to keep you close “Someone just had a little too many daquiris” 

You look at him then, big eyes on display and your lower lip pushed out, like a child caught red-handed and whine “They were so good, Carlos, so sweet!” 

“I knew you’d like then,” Carlos’ smirk softens, glad you enjoyed the drink he recommended “When I tried the cherry one, I immediately thought of you.” 

“Oh, that’s why it tasted like a lollypop!” The revelation feels groundbreaking in your slightly woozy state. His sweets words somehow flying pass you. You point at him accusingly then, wobbling a bit in your heels. “But don’t change the topic, I’m not drunk no more, I swear!” 

“No? You’re not?” 

“Perfectly fine now. Just the heels, I promise” you nod, you haven’t drink that much and he know it. He is just teasing “I’m, like, tipsy. Fun tipsy.” 

“Fun tipsy, you say?” Carlos repeats in a chuckle, voice almost a whisper, and his gaze lingers. The noise of the party behind you fades to a distant hum. He looks at you, really looks at you, and something in his expression makes your chest tighten and your stomach flip in equal measure. 

You don’t notice when his hands begin to slide, one moving up from your waist to rest just below your neck. His thumb brushes along your jawline, tentative but deliberate. The gentle warmth of his palm against your cheek is intoxicating, and before you know it, you’re leaning into the touch, your body betraying you. 

“Then...” the man’s eyes glimmer, catching the golden glow of the patio lights. His voice is laced with hesitance, searching yours for a question he suddenly feels too shy to ask “Would it be okay if I kissed you?” 

The question lingers between you, heavy with meaning. For a moment, all you can do is nod, barely aware of the small, trembling movement. The distance between you vanishes as he leans in, his hand cradling your cheek with a gentleness that makes your breath hitch. 

When Carlos’ lips finally meet yours, it’s like the world stops spinning. The first touch is soft, testing, as though he’s afraid to break the moment. You respond almost instinctively, leaning into him, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. The kiss deepens, his lips pressing against yours with a growing confidence. 

His other hand finds its way back to your waist, anchoring you to him, steady and unyielding. Your hand clutching his shirt while the other drifts up to his shoulder. The warmth of him seeps into your fingertips, your skin, until you feel like you might melt into him entirely. 

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, the sound almost deafening in your ears. His fingers graze along your jawline, tracing a path as if trying to memorize every inch of you in this fleeting moment. You’re hyper-aware of everything —his touch, the way his breath mingles with yours, the slight tug of his lips as he smiles into the kiss. 

When he pulls away, it’s agonizingly slow, his lips lingering against yours as if reluctant to part. His forehead comes to rest lightly against yours. 

 “That was really nice” Carlos murmurs, his voice hushed, almost reverent. 

“Yeah, it was” you agree, your voice barely a whisper. You lean back, looking up at him with a smile that betrays the fluttering in your chest and can’t help but chuckle “A bit unexpected maybe, but—” 

"Unexpected?" he asks with a relaxed laugh, his fingers drawing invisible circles on your waist, his touch light but steady. "You can’t even imagine how long I’ve wanted to do that." 

Before you can respond, he leans in for a quick, soft kiss, his lips brushing yours one last time, lingering just long enough to leave you wanting more. 

“Like two hours?” you guess, playfully, as you play with the buttons of his dark shirt, and he shakes his head in denial 

The sound of a car approaching cuts through the moment—the unmistakable hum of your Uber arriving. Carlos glances over his shoulder at the car, then back at you, his expression softening “Guess it’s time for you to go, I’ll tell you about it another day” 

The Ferrari driver pulls back and reaches for your hand, guiding you down the stairs and toward the car. You pause at the door, feeling a little reluctant to part ways, but before you can say anything, Carlos steps close again. His hand slides to your waist, pulling you in for a brief but sweet kiss, one that leaves you with a small smile on your lips. 

"Send me a message when you get there, alright?" he murmurs, his lips still close to yours. 

"Yeah, I will," you reply, a little breathless, before stepping back and getting into the car. 

"Goodnight, Carlos" 

“Buenas noches, cielo” 

Author's note: Thank you all so much for reading, any kind of interaction is greatly appreciated! I know it's been way too long

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GIUOCO PIANO | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x latina!chess player!reader (fc: alexa demie)

part one: queen's gambit

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scuderiaferrariupdates Charles Leclerc arriving at the Albert Park Circuit without any special guest for the third race of the season in a row! Many speculate that there might be some troubles in paradise since he hasn't been seen with his long term girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N in quite a while.

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user1 please say sike right now ⤷ user2 unfortunately they haven't been seen in a really long time together

user3 wouldn't they put out a statement though if they're not dating aynmore? ⤷ user4 they don't have to or maybe the break up is fresh and none of them had found the time or words to do it yet ⤷ user5 sometimes actions speak louder than words

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charles_leclerc some quiet before the racing begins here in melbourne, australia

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user6 WHERE IS MY GIRL Y/N ⤷ user7 mate i don't think she's coming this weekend ⤷ user8 if they broke up i'll flip the table

user9 y/n didn't even like or comment i'm actually in tears what is this ⤷ user10 at least they still follow each other?

user11 i cannot do this any longer, i just want to know what happened to y/n

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scuderiaferrariupdates Charles Leclerc is arriving yet again on his own at the Baku City Circuit in Azerbaijan. This is the fourth time and the fourth race of the season where his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, hasn't been spotted anywhere. Is this the confirmation of their break up?

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user12 i just can't believe y/n would be so careless as to not come to his races, or even post about them ⤷ user13 she either really doesn't care anymore or they did break up and we're all just in denial

user14 i just know y/n's friends are fighting right now on who gets charles next ⤷ user15 noooo i laughed but it's not funny ⤷ user16 i thought y/n was charles breaking the homie hopping cicle

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yourusername there's a lot to announce so hold on to something. the reason i've been MIA the past few months was the world chess championship. i've been isolating myself with mentors in a hotel to study and practice for my matches to prepare for the championship. a huge thank you to all the people that have helped me, motivated me and encouraged me my whole career to never give up on myself, they're the reason i can call myself a chess world champion now. a special thank you to magnus_carlsen who didn't defend his title this year and was able to guide me throughout our sessions together, i wouldn't be where i am today without your guidance. another massive thank you to my fiancé and the love of my life, charles. Mi corazón (my heart), you've been so patient with me the last months, kept calling me despite my heavy mood swings and motivated me as much as you could. i'm so sorry i couldn't attend any of your races this year so far, but i promise i won't leave you alone for any longer. especially now that we have a big adventure to join soon, parenthood, you won't get rid of us so easily! te amo, gracias ❤️ (i love you, thank you)

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Using the AMD Ryzen 5 3600 CPU For RandomX Crypto Mining

New Post has been published on https://coinmakers.tech/mining/using-the-amd-ryzen-5-3600-cpu-for-randomx-crypto-mining

Using the AMD Ryzen 5 3600 CPU For RandomX Crypto Mining

We already know that AMD’s Ryzen 9 3900x is doing great for mining based on numerous users that have posted benchmark results giving 12 KH/s or more in terms of hashrate even at stock settings and over 13000 H/s are possible with overclock. So performance wise thing look great for the 3900X CPU, however there are some specifics that are not reflected in these benchmarks and that some users might not be aware of. Most of these results are on a high-end gaming or enthusiasts PCs that are with the top motherboards, high-frequency memory and a single or dual GPUs directly on the motherboard… these are not your typical mining rigs. The reason for this is that for a GPU mining rig you don’t need as fast and as expensive CPU as the Ryzen 9 3900X, you would do with a much slower processor… that is if you are not CPU mining as well. That is precisely why now we are going to be looking at the much more affordable and still quite good in terms of performance model AMD Ryzen 5 3600 as a possible option to be used in a GPU mining rig where you would be also mining RandomX (or a variant of the RX algorithm) with the processor.

The 3000 series of AMD Ryzen CPUs use the AM4 socket motherboards, but they generally require a newer chipset motherboard, even though some motherboard manufacturers have released BIOS updates for their 300/400-series products that are claiming support for the latest Ryzen processors as well. While this generally is true you might still have some unexpected troubles and issues with some 3000 series Ryzen processors as our own experience has shown. For instance the AsRock B450 Pro4 motherboard we are going to be using here for testing purposes worked decently with the Ryzen 5 3600 CPU in normal single GPU configuration, however the AsRock Fatal1ty B450 Gaming-ITX/ac model had serious issues even booting with the same 3600 CPU, but had no trouble at all using the 3900X. So while we would not recommend to go with older than the B450 chipset for Ryzen 3000 series processor, you might still have some trouble even with specific B450 motherboards if you are looking to go for a more budget price with the motherboard and not go for expensive higher-end chipset with flashy extras that are not needed for a mining rig anyway.

We went on choosing AsRock motherboards to play around with for a 6x GPU mining rig with Ryzen 5 3600 CPU due to the fact that they are offering more affordable B450-based motherboards with 6x PCI-E lots with most of the other MB manufacturers going for up to five PCI Express slots maximum. Of course in the case of AsRock one of the M.2 slots is shared with one of the PCI-E slots, so you cannot use both at the same time. Of course there are some higher-end chipset motherboards, but at twice or even more the price of the B450 Pro 4 model also available, but for those you would probably go for a single GPU with 3900X CPU than to use them for mining rigs. Have in mind that not all motherboards may be flashed to the latest BIOS or at least a version with support for the Ryzen 3000 series of CPUs and that would mean that you would probably need an older AM4 AMD CPU in order to flash the board and have it work with the new CPU. In our case the AsRock B450 Pro 4 MB already had the latest P3.60 BIOS flashed and worked out of the box with the Ryzen 3600 processor, but that may not always be the case, so if possible check prior to purchasing the motherboard with the seller. This is needed in order to make sure it will be ready for 3000 series and if not you may ask the shop if they can flash it for you, otherwise you should make sure you have a 1st generation Ryzen accessible to boot and flash as 2000 series CPUs may also not boot on some older boards with old BIOSes.

With AMD Ryzen 5 3600 CPUs as well as with other higher-end 3000 series CPUs that you might use for mining you need to have some other important things in mind in order to save yourself some headaches. These are regarding the need of at least one external video card as only the two slowest models have built-in GPUs (APUs) and these are the Ryzen 3 3200G and Ryzen 5 3400G models (note the G at the end for graphic). Everything from Ryzen 5 3600 and up does not have a built-in GPU and will need an external one in order to work, so make sure you have one available even if you are building only a CPU mining rig with 3600 CPU or faster. Do note that even though we are referring to 3200G and 3400G as lower-end models they are still quad-core processors, so they might still do pretty good for a multi-GPU mining rig, although the 3600 does seem as one of the best options price/performance wise for the moment.

Proper cooling for the Ryzen processor is also another key thing to be well prepared for. Forget about the box cooler of the 3600 as fa as mining goes it will simply not do if you load up all the cores of the processors for 24/7 mining of RandomX or another CPU optimized algorithm. The Ryzen 3600 processor will quickly hit 95 degrees Celsius as operating temperature and will start to throttle hurting performance and this is definitely not a temperature that is good for non-stop operation. Going for a AMD Wraith Prism cooler for the Ryzen 3600 will do the job of providing the best performance at a lower operating temperature (low 70s Celsius) and most importantly will still keep the cooling solution compact as this is also important for mining rigs that will also have multiple GPUs close by (though not good for overclocking). Most high-performance air cooling solutions are pretty big and you may have trouble using them in your existing GPU mining rigs, so alternatively you might want to look at some All-in-One CPU water coolers that come pre-assembled and ready for use with no need to be services by the user.

The third thing is the RAM and it is mostly related to getting the optimal performance as the Ryzen 3600 will work even with a cheap DDR4 2133/2400 MHz memory, but it will be hurt you in terms of performance. Do note that some older high-frequency DDR4 memory designed for Intel CPUs might give you some trouble, but lowering the operating frequency a bit should make the usable on the AMD as well. After doing some tests we have concluded that DDR4-3200 CL16 should generally be an optimal solution price/performance wise for the Ryzen 3600 CPU (pretty similar performance at 3000 CL15 modules). Of course going for 3600 MHz might also be Ok, but going for faster DDR4 will probably hardly bring any extra hashrate while significantly increasing the price you will have to pay (mostly due to the use of less tight timings to achieve the higher operating frequencies). More on how different memory may affect actual hashrate in a bit when we move to our experience building the mining rig based around the Ryzen 3600 CPU.

Did we manage to get the AMD Ryzen 5 3600 CPU to run along with 6x video cards mining RandomX on CPU along with a GPU algo on the AsRock B450 Pro4 motherboard? Yes, we actually did manage, but it was not easy and not stable enough to recommend it. It is a game where you play around with a lot of the BIOS settings (some acting contrary to what you’d expect them to) and playing chess with the PCI-E extenders where you have the six GPUs attached and then when it finally works out you reboot and it is not working again… only 5 GPUs work or the system does not boot at all. On the screenshot above you can see everything working fine with 11 threads mining RandomX on the CPU and six Nvidia GTX 1080 Ti GPUs mining ZEL in the particular case. One CPU thread is left for the GPU mining process in order not to hurt GPU hashrate though it also means that we loose about 350 H/s for the CPU. With GPUs sitting idle and using only the AMD Ryzen 3600 CPU with 12 mining threads we were getting around 4300 H/s instead of the around 5000 H/s with a single GPU. This is lower than the expected 6000 H/s due to the fact that the test was done with cheap DDR4-2400 MHz memory and going for means increased performance as we have mentioned already. Substituting the Nvidia GPUs with AMD Radon RX 480/580 series of GPUs does not help get a stable and problem free operation unfortunately, so it is not the GPUs that are at a fault here.

Going for DDR4-3600 MHz CL17 memory brings up th performance to around 5900 H/s for RandomX and you can get similar results with 3200 MHz CL16 or 3000 MHz CL15 memory modules and even 4GB should be fine, although 8GB would be better to have some spare free memory. So while Ryzen 3600 processor with a B450-based motherboard and a six GPUs may seem like a good idea for a more versatile CPU/GPU mining rig it does not seem that easy to build and problem free to operate for the moment like we are used to with dedicated Intel-based mining boards that are available cheap and in variety. On the other hand if you are building a new PC and want to have a good CPU that can do well for mining RandomX, then you better go for a higher-end model like the 3900X or even the upcoming 3950X as you may be mining on the system while it is normally not in use for gaming or other purposes. It seems that motherboard manufacturers may need to do sometime to improve multi-gpu support on their AM4-based motherboards as the new Ryzen CPUs are apparently fully capable of running with 6x video cards… we just need the right support on MB and BIOS level. Not that AMD is currently lacking demand for their Ryzen 3000 series of processors for users, but with RandomX getting traction by the end of this year there might be increased demand from miners as well. We would personally prefer to build good mixed CPU/GPU mining rigs than to have them separately and the Ryzen 3600 does seem like the perfect choice, but we need to find a decent affordable AM4 motherboard to go along with it for 6/8 GPUs and that seems to be a problem for the moment.

Source: cryptomining-blog.com

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QUEEN'S GAMBIT | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x latina!chess player!reader (fc: alexa demie)

part two: giuoco piano

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yourusername it has been an absolute pleasure and honour to help my fellow latina anyataylorjoy on set for netflix's new series 'the queen's gambit' as a professional chess player. it's available on the 23th of october, only on netflix.

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user1 so we're all here because of the dating rumour, huh? ⤷ user2 kind of mad her whole content is just chess. girl i wanna know how you look ⤷ user3 just google her she's a literal grandmaster, i'm sure she has wikipedia with some pictures

user4 'fellow latina' she's latina?? omg now i know i have a chance with charles ⤷ user5 charles expanded his taste in women and i'm here for it

anyataylorjoy the most fun i had on a set in a long time! ⤷ yourusername <3

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yourusername i guess someone's eager to learn how to play chess. magnus_carlsen feel threatened because he's serious competition. (for context; magnus carlsen is the currently best ranked male chess player)

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magnus_carlsen i'm going to feel threatened once i see his rankings ⤷ yourusername don't tell him i said that, but i fear there's no hope for him

user6 confirmed: charles dates y/n to have a chess teacher for free ⤷ user7 i mean honestly chess players aren't known to be pretty ⤷ user8 ??????????

user9 charles liking every post, yet y/n not tagging him or mentioning his name is so funny. like bffr we know you're dating just admit it ⤷ user10 it's giving saying 'my ex' instead of their name like we all know who you're talking about

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sportsillustrated Meet the grandmaster Y/N Y/L/N in an exclusive interview about chess, representation and working on set for Netflix' new series 'The Queen's Gambit' in our November issue 2020!

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yourusername it was such an honour and privilege to work with you! i'm thankful to have had a chance to bring some awareness to chess, its greatness as well as some issues as a poc and woman in the sport! comment liked by charles_leclerc

user11 you're telling me THIS is the girl charles BAGGED?? ⤷ user12 absolutely gagged because why does charles lowkey look crusty now that i know his girlfriend is this gorgeous

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yourusername such a fun night at the premiere of 'the queen's gambit'! thank you so much for the invite netflix. an unforgettable night for sure!

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user13 just confirm you're dating charles already we're getting sick and tired of this game ⤷ user14 fr they're so obvious. she's wearing red, she gets picked up by a ferrari, the hands??!!

user15 it's been enough soft launching i need a hard launch

anyataylorjoy looking absolutely gorgeous! ⤷ yourusername my favourite colour <3

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f1wagupdates for the first time, y/n y/l/n has been spotted attending the first gp of the new season in bahrain. she's been seen arriving to the paddock next to charles leclerc.

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user16 i'm at a point where i don't even give a fuck wheter or not they officially confirmed their relationship. i'm deciding that it's canon from now on ⤷ user17 fr their relationship has been rumoured about since june last year, we're tired.

user18 this is enough confirmation i need, they're dating.

user19 she's the definition of minimal effort maximum beauty ⤷ user20 still shocked she's dating charles. no offence, he isn't ugly but girl she's multiple levels above him for sure!

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yourusername confirmation enough?

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