୨ৎYou and Max always seem to be at opposite poles. One of you were south, the other north. Throughout your shared teen years, and now your shared time on the grid, the magnetic pull of one another pulled your thoughts to him constantly. Even when you don’t realise it.
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Fem masturbating, fingering
The streets of Monaco were eerily quiet as you made your way back to your apartment in the middle of the night. The thrill of the evening had long since faded, leaving you with a lingering sense of dissatisfaction. You had spent the night at a date’s house, only for him to satisfy himself and then promptly fall asleep, leaving you feeling empty and unfulfilled.
As you entered your apartment, you let out a sigh, closing the door behind you with a soft click. You leant back on the hard wood, taking a moment to yourself. It was a drastic change to your high maintenance life being a Ferrari driver brought. The dim light from the street lamps filtered through the partially open blinds, casting long shadows across the room. You quickly moved to close the blinds, shutting out the world outside, as you slowly navigated towards your room.
The cool, still air of your apartment was a stark contrast to the heat of frustration simmering within you. You reached for the box of matches on your dresser and began lighting the candles scattered around the room. One by one, their soft, flickering flames brought a warm, golden glow to the space, creating a cocoon of light and comfort.
You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your lipstick slightly smudged and your dress misplaced in multiple areas, a reminder of the night’s events. With a resigned sigh, you wiped it away with the back of your hand, feeling the frustration well up once more.
Without a second thought, you slipped off your dress, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. The cool air brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You stood there for a moment, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight, feeling the weight of the night lift from your shoulders.
As you stood there, your thoughts began to drift. You found yourself thinking of another, a presence that was both comforting and electric. You couldn't see the face of this presence, yet the thought of him brought an unexpected warmth, a contrast to the cold emptiness left by your date. This man was just a nebulous idea of someone who could truly see you, appreciate you, and satisfy you in ways your date hadn't.
In this moment of solitude, you allowed yourself to breathe, to feel, and to let go. The quiet hum of the city outside was a distant murmur, and you closed your eyes, embracing the stillness. You felt the frustration and fatigue sink in more as you slowly stumbled towards your bed, only clad in the skimpy dark blue panties you were wearing under your deep red dress.
The plush, cloud-like, feeling of your bed pushed and fell in the perfect places. You ran your hand slowly down your body, leaving goosebumps in its trail. Your thoughts wander back to the man you created in your head, creatin a scenario of the two of you. Your skin flushed as you imagined a mutual dislike between you and the dirty blonde enigma.
You imagine words thrown at each other expressing your hate and concealing your underlying passion for one another.
"So angry at you."
"Good. Be angry."
Your mouths clashed in a battle of teeth and tongue, urging the other to give in to the temptation. He easily lifts your entire weight up, holding the back of your thighs so tightly there a feeling that it would bruise. Due to the added height, the strain on your neck had eased. You slid your hands from his chest to his already messy hair, as his hands migrated to your ass and kneading the flesh there.
You don't want anything romantic in this sense. Yet you crave the passion as you were swiftly turned around so you back faced the door. You lips were left red and swollen as he kissed his way towards your neck. When he made it to his destination, he left multiple nips and bruises. You repaid the favour with equal fervent by digging your nails in pleasure into his shoulders. His breath was heavy in your ear, repeatedly being broken by thick swallows.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you." He seemed to have a Dutch accent, as he finalised his demand with a kiss to the shell of your ear. You stayed quiet, not giving in to the temptation. "Come on, Liefde, talk to me."
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he repeated, his voice low and commanding, his Dutch accent wrapping around the words like a caress. You could feel his lips against the shell of your ear, the sensation almost too real.
You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan as your hand moved over your body, mimicking the touch you so desperately craved. "I want you," you whispered, giving in to the fantasy. "I want you to fuck me."
A triumphant growl escaped his lips as he pressed you harder against the door. His kisses turned more urgent, his hands more demanding. In your mind, you surrendered completely, letting the imaginary man take control.
You felt a surge of anticipation course through you as he carried you over to your bed and dropped you for a minimal bounce on your back. Your breaths came in quick, shallow gasps as you looked up at him, the shadows of the candles dancing across his chiselled features, which remained just out of focus in your mind. He leaned down, his lips capturing yours once more in a fierce, passionate kiss that left you craving more.
His hands roamed over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He teased and tormented, pushing you to the brink of madness with each touch. You could feel the tension building within you, the need for release growing stronger with every passing second.
"Tell me you want me," he whispered again, his voice a seductive growl. "Say it, liefde."
Your resolve crumbled under his touch. "I want you," you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I want you so much." All thoughts of rebelling against him were out of the window.
A satisfied smile spread across his face as he finally gave you what you craved. He moved with a confidence and intensity that left you breathless, each movement calculated to drive you wild. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he took you higher and higher, until you thought you might shatter from the sheer pleasure of it all.
"Can you be a good girl and stay quiet?"
You nod, anticipating the moment when his long, thick fingers will finally ease the throbbing ache between your legs. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he finally gave you what you craved. He moved with a confidence and intensity that left you breathless, each movement calculated to drive you wild.
His free hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging gently to make you look up at him. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain you were experiencing as his fingers eased in and out of your aching hole. Simultaneously he increases the pressure on your clit, and a satisfied moan rumbles in your throat, your jaw slackening as waves of pleasure roll through your tense, sexually frustrated body.
“One day, I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth.” He breathed into your mouth, your legs flaring out on the sides of him, just trying to reach your climax.
He kisses your with intent as he add pleasure to your clit, swallowing your moans of satisfaction as two fingers slide into you and his thumb caresses to swollen bud, deliciously stretching you. You realize being quiet will be harder than promised.
The sounds that your bodily fluids secreted was enough for the imaginary outside world to take a guess what the pair of you were doing. The tight feeling in your stomach increased, the second heartbeat pounding to burst out.
“So perfect,” he murmurs in your ear. “So wet and tight.” There were multiple wet kisses laid on your neck, adding to the wet feeling you had in every crevice of you body - be it sweat or arousal.
You begin to beg, blanking your promise to the Dutch man, your hips buckling irradicably. In the small breaks of your begging, you were often interrupted with a loud moan or pant. You knees attempt to close, only to be stopped by the mans body between your legs.
“Are you going to come for me? Come all over my fingers, show me what it’ll be like when I have my dick buried inside you.”
Finally, the tension within you reached a breaking point, and with a cry of-
"Max!"
Your eyes shot open at the cry of a rival drivers name, but not any driver Max Verstappen. It all made sense now. However you couldn't understand how he could emulate such a feeling for you to climax by the thought of him on your own fingers. Max, someone you hate, brought a feeling a potential romantic partner lacked. Finally the post clarity hit you like a ton of bricks. You had just masturbated thinking about Max Verstappen.
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This one shot is based on the literal meaning of the song
a little driver side profile series i got going on. i plan on doing a lot more of them, but i do enjoy how these latest ones look together! blue & red my fave colors 🫶
oh my god this man was tethered to the thin spectre of sanity and now hes seatless im literally crying hes going to embark on a campaign of stochastic terrorism the likes of which no one has ever seen before
Pairing: Logan Sargeant x FerrariDriver!Reader
Genre: Fluff/SMAU
Warning: Name calling?
Summary: What is your love language? Acts of service? Quality time? Physical touch? Let's just say that you and Logan have a very different type, and no one thinks that you could actually be together.
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“Hey dickwad!”
The sound of the not-so-nice name had people in the main hospitality turning in your direction. However, the person whose attention you were trying to get kept on eating his lunch, making you more semi-annoyed than you already were.
You huffed rather loudly before sitting down across from him and whoever he was eating with. The table, comprising of Lando, Oscar, and Alex, was filled with pairs of wide eyes except for two. When the blond still didn’t look at you, you reached over and grabbed a fry off his plate.
Then, and only then, did he finally look up to glare at you. Oscar just kept eating.
“Did you seriously just take my last fry?” Logan questioned, eyes squinting in a glare.
You raised an eyebrow in retaliation. “Yes. And?”
“It was my last fry, fat ass.”
“Like I said: yes, and?”
Logan huffed, knowing that this was a losing battle already from the start. He put his head back down and started to finish his chicken sandwich. You had momentarily blanked at what you were there for, before quickly remembering.
You looked to the man on your left. “Are you using this?”
Lando, with wide eyes, shook his head as he watched you take his spoon. You reeled your hand back and threw it at Logan. When it hit him in the head, he looked back up at you.
“What the actual heck was that for, whore?”
You shrugged. “I remembered why I was here.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “And you decided to throw a spoon at me?”
“Yes. You forgot your jacket again at the hotel.”
Alex, who had been in fear of a giant argument breaking out, watched as Logan’s eyes visibly softened. He had been confused for the entire thing.
“Did you bring it here?”
“No.”
Then Alex watched the glare of annoyance come back to the blonde’s eyes while you smirked.
“Y/n!”
You turned around at the sound of your teammate’s voice.
“Yeah, Charles?”
Charles could see that Alex and Lando were getting uncomfortable at the table and wanted to subtract you from the equation (even if that meant taking you away from your boyfriend). He could sense Logan’s “playful” glare from outside the hospitality.
“We have a meeting in five minutes.”
“Oh shit.”
You quickly stood up and rounded the table, stopping right in front of Logan’s chair. The American looked up at you. Lando and Alex watched as you stooped down. A sigh of relief was on the cusp of Lando’s lips, hoping that you’d kiss the American before you left.
However, you just flicked his forehead. “Don’t forget to drink water, bitch.”
With that you left with Charles on your right, conversation already flowing due to the race that weekend.
Alex and Lando looked at Logan with wide eyes and were still surprised to see a pretty neutral facial expression as he ate a bite of his sandwich. Next to him, Oscar seemed unbothered as well. Logan was just finishing his sandwich when his eyes landed on something by Lando.
“She left her water bottle after telling me to remember to drink water. What a cunt.”
With a sigh, Logan stood up, grabbed the bottle and his plate, and walked over to the door. He put his dish in the return station before walking out the door. Alex’s and Lando’s eyes were glued to Logan’s figure before he went out of sight. After they turned to Oscar who was looking at his phone.
The Aussie could feel the pair of eyes on him, but decided against it. There were a few moments of silence before George came over and sat in Logan’s empty seat.
“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” he asked, fork stabbing his food.
Lando blinked a bit. “George, would you call Carmen a cunt?”
George’s face twisted in disgust. “No?”
“Would Carmen call you a bitch?”
The Briton shook his head. “I hope not.”
Lando’s head hit the table in a thunk, making George turn to Alex. “What’s wrong with him?”
Alex rubbed his face. “What’s wrong with Logan and Y/n is the better question. They must be messing with us, because there is no way that they’re together.”
George took a bite of his salad. “They are a bit . . . odd. Pretty mean to each other if you ask me.”
“They’ve been like this for forever. It’s nothing new,” Oscar finally decided to add his piece. “It’s their love language.”
Lando scoffed. “Like words of affirmation?”
“More like words of insults. I could never insult Lily like that,” Alex muttered, taking a sip of his drink.
Oscar rolled his eyes. “Y/n grew up with brothers and so did Logan. It’s romantic teasing if anything. You saw how Logan grabbed her water bottle. He probably took it to her.”
Lando held his arms out. “But she didn’t bring his jacket! Is it one sided love from Logan?”
The Aussie just huffed, before he turned around. “Benny, did Y/n bring Logan’s jacket by Williams this morning?”
The personal trainer, who had been silently laughing at the whole ordeal, smiled. “Yep. And she brought him his protein shake since we were out.”
Oscar pointed. “See? And Ferrari doesn’t even carry those types of shakes.”
Benny shook his head. “Nope. She would have had to go out to get it.”
Lando was still unconvinced. “There is still no way. Maybe they can be best friends, but a couple? It’s not happening.”
Alex winced. “I think I have to agree with Lando on this one.”
Oscar wanted to refute once again, but he noticed it was time to go. He only hoped that maybe this weekend, Lando would be able to see that you and Logan were together. He knew that the fights between you two were good jests, and the insulting nicknames started from an inside joke that he didn’t even know the extent of.
When it came time for the drivers’ parade, Oscar pointed out how you and Logan were practically joined at the hip. He took his designated spot to Logan’s left, while you stood to the right. He gestured for Lando and Alex to join him.
But with a group, it seemed like you and Logan wanted to amp your antics.
You waved to the crowd with a dazzling smile; however, your words to Logan were not as nice. Your elbow connected with Logan’s side.
“Think you can actually finish the race today, loser?”
Lando winced at your harsh words. Alex just stared with wide eyes. Oscar just sighed.
Logan kept his smile sharp as he also waved. His finger shoved your face back. “You think you can maybe win a race, asshat?”
From behind you two, Max and Lewis had their mouths open as Charles giggled. The Monegasque was well aware of yours and Logan’s fun nicknames as he had heard many phone conversations since you became his teammate.
Max leaned over to Charles. “Did she really just say that?”
A nod from the Ferrari driver confirmed that the Dutchman did, in fact, just hear you say that. Not wanting to hear any other comments, everyone else left you two to be. But doing so, they missed Logan’s arm wrap around your waist and your head resting on his shoulder.
The race, for you, went surprisingly well. You had, once again, finished second behind Charles, who had managed a second race win of the season in Barcelona. Max finished the podium placers. You had been too busy to try to find Logan right after the race, but you wished deep down that he had at least finished.
After the podium, you had been on your way to media when Ellie, your PR manager pulled you to the side.
You cocked your head. “Is everything all right?”
The girl bit her lip nervously. “Well, Logan finished in points today. It was P8 actually. But he had some issues with Lance during the race.”
Well, that had your blood pressure rising.
Your eye brows scrunched. “Did something happen?”
Ellie looked down at the floor, not wanting to be on the receiving side of your anger. Everyone knew that you, and only you, could mess with Logan about his racing.
“Stroll mentioned something about Logan’s racing style and made some snide comments.”
You took a deep breath before turning to walk toward the media pit. “I’m guessing you have something for me to say?”
The poor girl tried to keep up with your bigger strides as she thrust her phone near you. You had barely glanced at the words before deciding that you didn’t want anything to do with what Ferrari had written out.
You were a bit out of breath as you approached the microphone. You licked your lips before glancing over at Ellie, a pitiful look on your face. You wanted to say sorry for what you might say during the interview.
“I’ll say what I want,” was picked up by the mic, making the journalist wince a bit.
You looked at the journalist as you put your hat on. The man tried to smile before he asked you some questions about your race. He could tell that you were disinterested in the questions, so he steered the interview in a different direction.
“We watched Logan, your boyfriend, finish the race in P8. It was a really nice race on his part. Have you been able to watch the finish?”
You shook your head. “I wanted to see him after the race but I had to be on the podium. I’m sure he did a very great job, and I’m proud of him getting points.”
Both Ellie and the journalist saw a sliver of a smile on your face. Too bad it was about to disappear.
The man clinched his teeth before speaking again. “After what Lance Stroll said on the radios and after the race, do you have any plans to speak up on that?”
Your head cocked in a slightly annoyed manner; smile wiped from your face. Around, you, some drivers went silent as they waited for your words. Charles had been behind you, waiting for his turn. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, and his eyes kept glancing to your back.
Oscar, who had been talking to Alex, also went quiet before they were called to do their own interviews.
“I can’t speak on something I haven’t heard him say. Do you want to do the honors of telling me?”
Your hands rested on the barrier, shoulders hunching. Everyone was bracing for impact.
“He said some choice words over the radio, and then said, ‘Sargeant is lucky that his driving style is cowardly. He’s a dumb ass for trying to pull that move, which inevitably ruined my race. He’s just a total idiot. Next year will be nicer for sure’.”
You pursed your lips as you mulled over Lance’s words. He was definitely insinuating that Logan wasn’t going to be on the grid next year. Something that no one knew for sure. Your eyes flickered around, trying to find some shade of green. However, you couldn’t see any, and maybe that was for the best.
You gave a very fake smile as you said your response. “Well, Lance is just a cunt, and he can learn to keep his mouth shut. I haven’t seen anything about his contract renewal, so he should really focus on his races. I can show him cowardly if he would like?”
Your smile was sickening as you slightly threatened the Canadian. It was then that you decided the interview was over as you thanked the man before turning around to leave. Ellie gave him an apology as she trailed behind you.
On the way to Williams, you had managed to lose Ellie. On the inside, you were apologetic for how you acted today, but Logan needed you. You really weren’t expecting to see Lance on the way, but somehow fate was in your favor, and against his.
Oscar, who had finished, was behind you and saw the moment you made a bee-line for the Canadian.
“Oh shit,” he muttered, picking up his pace to possibly stop you from hitting the brunet.
When he got there, your finger was pressed against Lance’s chest as you berated him in front of the paddock.
Alex and Lando, who had joined Oscar in trying to gently redirect your attention, were wanting to start laughing as how scared Lance was. They had finally started to drag you away, but you were still not done with Lance.
“And if you think that you’re safe on the grid, then you’re a bigger dumb ass than I thought. You better watch out Stroll. Your head is getting too big for your body. A beau cave is what you are, and yes, I can speak French you insolent fool!”
Oscar snorted as they finally got you into the Williams garage, Lance out of sight. You were puffing still as you tried to calm down.
“Are you done now?” a voice sounded, making everyone’s head whip around. There Logan stood, now out of his race suit and into more comfortable clothes.
You pouted. “Yes.”
Logan affectionately rolled his eyes as he walked over. He put his arm around your shoulders and brought you in. “You didn’t have to do that you know. Ferrari might get mad.”
You huffed again, sticking your head into Logan’s chest. “No one gets to call you dumb ass except for me.”
The American hummed before kissing your forehead and then your lips.
While you two were caught up in the moment, Alex and Lando had their mouths open. Oscar had a smirk on his face as he looked at two others.
“Now do you believe me?”
Lando blinked for a moment. “I do now.”
Alex rubbed his chin. “They’re actually quite cute.”
You knocked yourself out of Logan’s arms before punching his shoulder. Logan gawked at you as he rubbed the hurt spot.
“What the hell was that for you bitch?”
“That was for getting points and not telling me you swine!”
Oscar smacked his forehead. “And we’re back.”
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logansargeant finally putting it the points! thanks you all for the love and support 💙
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f1slay LOGAN MY MAN
y/nxlogan the couple that stays together, slays together
americanf1fan YEE HAW LET'S GO 🦅
y/nferrai I love you bitch, I ain't neva gonna stop lovin you bitch
logansargeant love you too ass hat 🎩
alex_albon I liked you two better when you were nicer
oscarpiastri let them love the way they know best
y/nferrari awww thanks loser 😗
oscarpiastri HEY
y/nsworld Logan and y/n are the power couple of the grid
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y/nferrari another day, another p2, another day of Logan calling me a fat ass (but I love him) ❤️
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y/n.nation the caption is everything
logan4president the matching team colored hearts was a nice touch
Ferrari you'll get Charles in Austria 💪
charles_leclerc no she won't 🥰
logansargeant but you're my fat ass 🤤
y/nferrari maybe you'd get more points if you stop staring
logansargeant maybe you'd win a race if YOU stopped staring at charles's or max's ass
maxverstappen1 I knew it 😌
y/nferrari SHUT UR MOUTH
trustthefund I'm still worried about Lance, he looked shooked
THE WAY OLLIE SAID THAT HIS DREAM WOULD BE TO DRIVE NEXT TO CHARLES AND NOW HE GOT TO DO THAT AND HE WAS LOOKING AT CHARLES WITH THE SAME ADMIRATION AND AWE THAT CHARLES USED TO LOOK AT SEB!!! LITERALLY NO ONE TOUCH ME I AM ILL!! I AM UNWELL!!
SUMMARY: y/n's second favorite thing in the world is summerween, her first thing is matching costumes with her boyfriend
FACE CLAIM: Emma chamberlain
pairings: YouTube! Reader x Charles Leclerc
a/n: another update to make up for my disappearance
y/nnnn via instagram!
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y/nnnn guess who’s blonde now!
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user16 why are f1 drivers lurking in her likes
-> user67 she's not ours now!
-> user17 let's be real she has always had a big following, she was never yours to begin with
lilymhe my favorite blonde!
sabrinacarpenter omg! now you are the hottest blonde in the world
user167 she has more grid followers than logan, what the hell
user17 isn’t that the girl that’s rumored to be dating charles?
-> user89 that girl has a name! she’s a youtuber get your facts straight
user59 omg! does this have to do anything with ur summer seen look?!?
-> user71 is she going to be Hannah Montana? or a powerpuff girl
charles_leclerc via insta stories! y/nnnn via insta stories!
y/nupdates via instagram!
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y/nupdates y/n in her new vlog was talking about her annual summerween party. "I'm so so excited for you guys to see my duo costume"
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user18 omg! this vlog was so so good!!
user27 I love summerween y/n!
user28 this era is her best era
user278 y/n's blonde era for the win
user78 what is summerween?
-> user532 it basically a halloween party but in summer time! Y/n loves halloween so much she does it two times a year. She has been doing this for about five + years now
user37 is Sabrina going to be in a duo with her?
user90 why is Charles in the likes
charles_leclerc duo?
-> user15 what does this even mean?!
y/nnnn via instagram!
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y/nnnn summerween this year was different, introducing couple costumes this year!
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user18 OMG?!?!?!
user27 who is this?!?!?!
user37 wait since when does y/n have a boyfriend
user327 I need a stalker fan account to find out who's body is that
-> user902 that is 100% Charles Leclerc no doubt
user92 she is breaking the internet as always
user19 omg! y/n updates uploaded the full body pics!!! ITS CHARLES
-> user37 who the fuck is Charles
->user2802 F1 driver I think?
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y/nupdates y/n l/n and charles leclerc leaving her summerween party
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user17 omg so it is real?!?!?!
user28 I never would've thought I was going to see Charles in a dress but what a good day to be alive
user29 this is so fucking cute! y/n has always said she wanted to do matching costumes with someone and it finally happened
user71 this is so full circle I love it
user891 they could be just friends, you guys are so insane
-> user15 please shut up
user289 that's why he was liking things revolving her
user218 "duo?"
user219 I love when they play with us
y/nnnn via instagram stories! charles_leclerc via instagram stories!
y/nnnn via instagram!
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y/nnnn happiest when I'm with you
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user78 I guess the cat is out of the bag
olivia.rodrigo can he fight?
user1902 omg! guys im obsessed with them
user378 this is so so amazing
user45 guys guys guys
user19 THEY HAVE BEEN TOGETHER BEFORE SHE WAS BLONDE
user139 they have to be dating ver since y/n showed up to a formula 1 race, it was like 3 years ago
pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader x alexandra saint mleux, reader x ex!max verstappen
summary: when max breaks up with you, you find solace in his childhood rival and his stunning girlfriend
fc: taylor swift
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a/n: guys i’m not even a charles girlie but he looked so happy in that podium i wanted to cry
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username no power on earth can separate those two
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f1wags y/n y/l/n on saturday and sunday at the paddock for quali and the grand prix
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f1gossip max verstappen and girlfriend y/n y/l/n were seen fighting outside their hotel after the grand prix, y/n later walked away and left max alone
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alexandrasaintmleux with a full heart ❤️
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ynupdates charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux, kika gomes and pierre gasly at tonight’s show of y/n’s tour in milan
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username i love their friendship they’re so supportive of her🥰
username now THAT is an outfit
username alexandra the fashion icon that you are
username this is such a green flag for all of them
username friends who support y/n >>>>
username notice how max has been quiet since y/n won charles in the divorce
username i know that man is FUMING
username no but seriously i’m glad she still has supportive friends after the break up 😔
username was i the only one who noticed that she kept looking at the vip tent while singing the love/crushing songs? 🤭
username which could mean nothing!
username WHAT WERE THE SURPRISE SONGS
username invisible string and sweet nothing!
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f1wags alexandra saint mleux and y/n y/l/n today at the paddock, y/n used to date max verstappen but recently broke up and was seen today at the ferrari hospitality with alexandra and charles, with whom she stayed friends
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username 😶🌫️😶🌫️😶🌫️
username they both look so hot
username and if i say power couple then what 🤨
username i’d say alexandra has a boyfriend and you’re delusional 😭
username messyyyy
username the amount of money i would pay to know what’s going through max’s brain
username imagine losing THE y/n y/l/n and not only that but your rival since you’re four years old stayed friends with her
username he lost the break up
username we got y/n at the ferrari garage before gta 6
username what do you mean your three hearts? wydm!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN
username honestly it makes so much more sense that they’re all dating 😭
username CONFIRMATION AT LAST
username the most drop dead gorgeous woman you’ll find and the cutest puppy on earth 🥰
username charles really won in life 😩
username and they called me crazy for even suggesting this 🙄
username POWER THROUPLE
scuderiaferrari the family as god intended🫶🏽
username ferrari 😭
yourusername gotta learn french asap!
alexandrasaintmleux we’ll teach you love💗
charles_leclerc de cette façon nous pouvons te dire que nous t'aimons dans toutes les langues chérie ❤️ (this way we can tell you we love you in every language dear)
yourusername ily both too much💘
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yourusername monaco! you are one of the best crowds ever ❤️ i had too much fun singing from the top of my lungs with all of you and performing for the first time ever my two new singles, “fresh out the slammer” and “bye” 😽 i have the feeling we’ll see each other wayyy more often
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username STOP she’s so cute 😭
username i’m afraid “bye” is one of the best songs ever made and “fresh out the slammer” changed the trajectory of my life
username “boy bye it’s over its over oh yeah” GIRL-
username she had too much fun writing that one
username “didn’t think you’d lose me now it’s just too late to choose me” UHM
username if that song is not for max-
username RED DRESS FOR FERRARI IKTS
username “now pretty baby i’m running back home to you” the fact that she calls them home i- 🥺
username “another summer taking cover, he don’t understand me” i gasped
username y/n calling her relationship with max literal prision was not in my bingo card
charles_leclerc you’re incredibly mesmerizing love 😍 best concert ever!
alexandrasaintmleux the prettiest and most talented there is! 💗
yourusername je vous aime tous les deux❤️ (i love you both)
Description: He is suspecting you fell out of love for him.
Word count: 800+
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He was noticing you were distancing yourself from him since the last race. You always looked busy. Not like in real busy but fake busy, as if trying to avoid him. Another thing that bothered him was that you were talking to Charles, even more than you were talking to him.
His heart sank seeing you rapidly texting someone discreetly on Saturday morning before the quali.
“Hey princess,” he appeared in front of you. You immediately shut your phone, shoving it in your pocket, and he felt his heart break a little.
“Hey, Carlos. Ready for the quali?” He could see your made-up smile.
“Yeah,” he nods, bringing up a smile covering up his little heartbreak. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to press a kiss on his cheek. “Good luck honey,” you say. He pulls you into his arms and you giggle against his chest, feeling warm and lovely. You were so perfect, the thing he has and he feels for you is so beautiful. He keeps wondering how could you do this to him, as his grip around you tightens. Maybe he is just overthinking? It was only frantic texting, fishing some information for your new venture. He found it so endearing how you were so passionate about your profession. You were so lovely, so adorable. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. He felt the urge to pick you and spun you around and kiss your pretty lips passionately and tell you how much he- “Carlos?” He is snapped of his thoughts by your voice. He pulls away and looks at you. “Are you fine?”
“HUH?”
“You are crying?” He didn’t even realise tears streaming down his face. You wiped it away. “Yeah just,” he trails off and you raise your eyebrows, making him continue, “I am glad that I have a girl like you in my life.”
“Me too. I love you my-” You were interrupted by his engineer calling him. “I should leave, huh?”
“Yeah, go smash in the quali!” You say with excitement.
As soon as he got free from the parce ferme, he ran to talk to you. He needed to. He was so tense during the quali that he couldn’t focus at all and ended it in heavy disappointment. “Y/N!” He sprinted to you, out of breath.
“Hey, Carlos,” you immediately hugged his sweaty body tightly, “You did so good. I am so proud.” He was confused as hell and scrunched his nose. “It was just P5.” He replied to your compliment.
“But you couldn’t even make it to Q3 in last race.” He felt bad when you spoke it out. “You improved Carlos!” You smiled brightly and shook him by his shoulders. “Yeah,” he chuckles lightly.
“Y/n,” he rubs your shoulders, “can we-”
“Carlos the media pen is starting,” his PR interrupts.
“Carlos. I am tired. I think this gonna take time, so I am returning to the hotel.”
“Oh yeah, you should. Bye. See you in the evening!”
As soon as he finished up all his daywork, he rushed to leave immediately to see you. He glanced at his wristwatch. 11:55 p.m. It’s too late. You would have fallen asleep. Gosh! He felt like time was slipping from his hand as sand. He feels something is wrong. Maybe you’re not doing but there is something. Maybe you just fell out of love? And it’s all your disinterest surfacing up but he isn’t catching. He rushed to the door and immediately placed the key card. The door buzzed open. The lights were off. He turned on the lights. You were nowhere to be seen. His heart sank. He slowly made his way past the room to the lobby area.
As soon as he turned on the lights, several voices shouted, “Happy Birthday!” You were standing between everyone, holding a small cake with a lit 30th candle. You went forward to him and brought it in front of him. He smiled brightly seeing the cake: with a customized picture of him from last year when he took pole in Monza. He was suspecting and overthinking so much, he forgot he had his birthday coming up. And how this could be the reason for it.
“Happy birthday, my bear.” He grinned with all his teeth out. “The cake Carlos, we got it specially for you,” Charles shouts from behind. He nods and blows the candles, his grin being a constant presence on his face. Everyone starts singing for him. “This the prettiest birthday cake I have ever got,” he spoke, “but we have to cut it, right?”
You chuckled at him. “Of course, you have to, Carlitos,” you wink. He laughs and cuts the cake, his heart swelling with the warmth and love he feels for you. You press a kiss on his cheek, making his grin wider.
A/n: Yeah, this is a birthday special, I wrote in just few hours. Thanks to my sister for proofreading.