#max now convinced charles is his teammate | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lewisvinga · 1 year ago

Text

truly mothering | max verstappen x fem! reader

summary; news about y/n mysteriously retiring from mercedes shocked the f1 world in the middle of the 2020 season. what shocked them even more was when she appeared on the paddock four years later…

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! mix of smau + written ! also one of the tweets was supposed to say 2017-2020 instead of 2016-2020 lol

word count; 700

masterlist !

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

“Arabella, Angelina! Wait up!” Y/n exclaims as the nearly 4-year-olds run towards a familiar man clad in skinny jeans and a Red Bull shirt. She ignored the cameras on her and recorded as she ran across the paddock with heels to chase after her twin daughters.

“Papa!” The eldest of the two, Arabella, exclaims when she sees her father surrounded by a group of other drivers.

“Bella! Angel!” Max loudly exclaims, stepping back from the conversation to crouch down to the level of his daughters. Arabella wrapped her arms around him and Angelina quickly followed. The Dutch driver kissed their rosy cheeks as they giggled at their father's actions.

“You both look very pretty.” He said, pulling away for a moment.

“Mama dress us,” Angelina said in a softer voice compared to Arabella’s shout.

Y/n appeared moments later and was clearly out of breath from chasing the two. “Your daughters don’t listen, Verstappen. I cannot chase after them in heels.” She said out of breath, not noticing the shocked yet happy looks from the drivers.

“Oh my goodness, is that Arabella and Angelina?”

A familiar voice caused the two blonde girls to look up. “Uncle Lew!” The youngest, Angelina, exclaimed as she escaped from her father's grasp to hug the Mercedes driver.

Lewis was quick to scoop her up into his arms as Arabella also gave him a tight hug. He was Angelina’s favorite uncle, but Arabella’s favorite was actually his future teammate.

“Wow, you two are getting big!” Charles exclaimed, picking up Arabella who let out a laugh. “How old are you girls now?”

“Almost four!” The eldest replied as she held up her 4 fingers.

“Wow, Y/n, I’m surprised you actually came,” Lando said with a chuckle as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

They all knew the truth of why she retired. It was because she was 3 months pregnant with twins. Although she kept it a secret from the public, she was always close with the grid hence why they weren’t shocked about the twins but more so shocked that she’s back on the paddock.

“About time the twins know the paddock,” Y/n replied with a smile, watching the twins chat with their favorite uncles. “Plus, it’s nice to be back. It’s been ages. The girls should also know how cool their mama was.”

“Was? She still is.” Max corrected her.

“Yeah, but Mama doesn’t race anymore.”

“Mama drive with you?” Angelina asked Lewis. He let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling as he glanced at Y/n.

“Yeah, and she was a great teammate. But be careful, Y/n, Toto might convince you to replace me.”

His words caused her to laugh as she shook her head. “Gee, no thanks. These girls are tough to handle on their own. I don’t know if I could handle racing on top of that.” She sighs, reaching over to fix Angelina’s messy blonde curls.

“These babies? Difficult? Angelina and Arabella are angels!” Charles said in an exaggerated tone as he squeezed Arabella tightly.

Y/n leans in close to Charles and glances at Max, “Between you and me, they take after their father.”

“Hey!” The Dutch driver exclaimed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means go get ready for the race.”

At the reminder of the race, Lewis and Charles set the twins down and quickly said goodbye to also prepare. The rest of the drivers soon followed leaving the family of 4 alone.

Max turned to the smiley twins who stared at their favorite uncles walk away. His eyebrows furrowed up as he looked at Y/n who just let out a chuckle while shaking her head.

He focused back on the twins and crouched down again. “How about a hug and a kiss for your papa?” He suggested. The twins didn’t have to be told twice and were quick to run back into their fathers arms, each giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Papa, you win okay?” Arabella demanded as Angelina nodded in agreement. Max laughs, giving his daughters one last tight squeeze.

“If I win for you both and for Mama, we can have ice cream for dinner. How does that sound?”

His deal caused the two girls to cheer in excitement as Y/n sighed again. “You’re dealing with their sugar rush, Verstappen.”

“Not if I’m a race winner!”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

liked by maxverstappen1, lewishamilton, and others !

yourusername: the girls loved seeing their papa win! ( but they loved seeing their favorite uncles more! ) congratulations on another win, my love! we’re all proud💗

tagged; maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: i don’t like how they were looking at lewis and charles….

yourusername: they take after their father! they like pretty drivers 😁 especially angelina, she is team merc like her mama🙈

maxverstappen1: team merc? she’s all yours!

username: tears the twins are just like me fr

maxverstappen1: i love you❤️liked by yourusername !

username: MOTHER RETURNED AND SHE’S A FR MOTHER??

username: SHES BACKKK

username: she looks so good as a mom🥰🥰

username: SHE WAS DATING MAX THIS WHOLEEEE TIME??

username: bye so the baby f1 rumor was true except it was twins and w MAX???

carmenmmundt: such sweethearts 🥹🥹

francisca.cgomes: i know! such cuties💗

yourusername: ugh they love their auntie carmen & kika! they keep asking about you both😅💓

username: stoppp you guys rmbr when she said her biggest dream was becoming a mother 🥹🥹🥹

username: in her merc days💔💔 i love seeing her dream come true 🙁

lewishamilton: best part of this weekend was seeing the coolest gals on the paddock😎

yourusername: angelina won’t take her 44 merc hat off!!

charles_leclerc: my favorite verstappen are the twins

maxverstappen1: woah now….

yourusername: ( arabella is secretly team ferrari )

maxverstappen1: WHAT

username:will i get over this? no!

username: i am SHOCKED

username: from her party girl rookie era to being a mother, wow i love y/n🥹

mercedesamgf1: we miss the princess of the paddock!🩵

yourusername: and i miss my merc crew🤍

redbullracing: welcome arabella and angelina to the red bull crew! ❤️ liked by yourusername and maxverstappen1 !

username: in her birkin mom era

username: mother truly is mothering 😩😩

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #max verstappen social media au #max verstappen smau #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen scenario #max verstappen imagine

3K notes · View notes

maroonshirt81 · 2 months ago

Note

that race hurt so bad! 😭 can you write something hurt/comfort-y for carcar?

kinda mixed these two together. i feel everyone and their mom has already written oscar hurt/comfort after the race, but I wanted to give it a try, too... so here you go.

carcar, 4k, rated m for language

tagging @magnets5581 so they see this.

_____________

Lando still smelled like champagne when Carlos finally found him in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by most of his team, some of whom still recognized Carlos as one of their own. He went through the motions of greeting and congratulating everyone within reach, then squeezed Lando in a tight hug, shaking him a little.

The win looked good on him, the smile on his face unshakable. He let out one of his patented Lando-sounds when Carlos told him what a good job he’d done.

“Sorry about your race,” Lando yelled back over the music. “Shame, after it looked so good yesterday.”

Carlos shrugged. It wasn’t the end of the world for him. He wasn’t fighting for a championship this year, and if Alex’s final position was anything to go by, the car held immense potential. Still, he could use a drink. It had been a stressful few days, to say the least.

“Going to the bar,” he said – or mimed, more like. Lando nodded, waving him away, and Carlos squeezed through the throngs of people, trying to reach the bar without anyone spilling their gin and tonic on him. He was kind of in the mood for something nasty, so he ordered a rum and coke, drumming his fingers on the bar counter until the drink was placed in front of him.

Turning around, he was surprised to find Lando right there, face lighting up when he realized he’d found Carlos again.

“Sorry!” he yelled. The music wasn’t as loud here, so the yelling wasn’t technically necessary, but Lando had always been convinced Carlos didn’t have great hearing. “I wanted to ask you a favor!”

“Okay?” Carlos said at a normal volume.

Lando actually adjusted his tone, leaning in instead. “Could you go and check on Oscar? I think he needs some comforting words from someone who’s not me right now.”

Carlos raised his eyebrows, unsure if Lando was serious or not.

“Or Alex, or George, or Max,” Lando continued when Carlos didn’t react further. “Charles would probably do, but he’s in his own depression spiral right now.”

Carlos raised his brows even higher, pointing at his own chest. “And you think I’m the right guy for the job?”

Lando squinted a little, as if actually reconsidering, but then he just shrugged. “Sure? I mean, you’re friendly now, no? Osc won’t stop mentioning you ever since you shared that flight. And you must have lots of experience lifting up teammates who lost their home race.”

“Ha ha,” Carlos said dryly, but then Lando’s eyebrows did that puppy dog thing that made it impossible to say no to him. Besides, he was still smiling like a loon, so he really shouldn’t go try and find Oscar for himself. Sighing, Carlos asked, “Where is he?”

“Squirreled away in some corner of the VIP section, I think.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Carlos promised, squeezing Lando’s shoulder as he moved past him, back into the dense crowd of partygoers. Being squirreled away in the VIP section didn’t sound too bad to Carlos right now, anyway. So on he went.

****

When Lando had said ‘squirreled away,’ he had obviously meant it. Carlos was almost convinced Oscar had long since returned to his hotel room when he finally saw a tall plant shift slightly in the corner and realized there was a hidden booth behind it. Rounding it, he was met with the sight of one Oscar Piastri, staring unblinking into the reflection of his untouched mystery drink.

He was clearly going through it. For the past few days, whenever Carlos had caught a glimpse of him, he’d been glowing, smiling across his whole face, five times as animated as usual. Now, it was pretty much the exact opposite. Still, it was unusual to see him showing so much emotion, in either direction.

“Hey,” Carlos said carefully, so Oscar wouldn’t jump. Not that there was much chance of it – Oscar generally wasn’t a jumpy guy. But he also generally wasn’t a sad guy, so Carlos wasn’t quite sure how to handle him.

“Can I…” Carlos asked, gesturing toward the booth Oscar was sitting in. It wasn’t really meant for two people, but the chair that belonged on the other side of the table was missing, so Carlos had no choice but to squeeze onto the bench behind the plant, slotting in next to Oscar as he willingly scooted to the side.

“Welcome to the depression corner,” Oscar joked weakly. Nodding at Carlos’s rum and coke, he added, “I see you brought your depression drink.”

Carlos wasn’t all that depressed, but he was glad for the excuse as to why he’d shown up here with no reason, invading Oscar’s personal space when he clearly wanted to be left alone.

“How is rum and coke a depression drink?” Carlos asked, taking a small sip.

“Because it’s gross?” Oscar said when Carlos pulled a face. “Yeah.”

Carlos set the drink back on the table and nodded at the untouched glass in front of Oscar. “Why, what do you have?”

“Water.”

“Yikes.”

Oscar gave a small snort but didn’t offer anything else in terms of interaction, so it was up to Carlos to keep the conversation going.

“So how are you… um…” Carlos started, realizing in the middle of the question that Oscar had probably heard it a million times today and already answered every version of it in front of the press.

“...feeling?” Oscar finished for him, finally lifting his head to look Carlos straight in the eyes. “Take a guess, mate.”

The skin around his eyes was red, like he’d been rubbing at it for hours. His eyes still had a glassy sheen, catching and reflecting the club lights in the background. The weird thing, though, was that he looked... good. Usually, he was such a pale and composed guy – the flush, the dampness, the raw emotion in his face almost elevated him, somehow. Carlos blinked, and suddenly, he saw those eyes staring up at him from below, lips stretched across his–

Jesus Christ!

This was why Carlos was 100% the wrong person to comfort fucking Oscar Piastri. The poor man was having emotions for what might be the first time in his life, and Carlos took one look at his tearful eyes and imagined him giving out depression blowjobs.

“You never told me about the burgers,” Carlos blurted out, already having forgotten their last line of dialogue. He just needed to get that picture out of his head right now.

“What?” Oscar asked, taken aback.

“Burgers!” Carlos said. “I was doing a fan stage, and someone asked if I tried your burger. Why do you have a burger?”

“Just… your typical sponsorship kind of deal?”

“But you never told me about it!” Carlos continued, faintly aware that he was being annoying. If he were Oscar, he’d be annoyed. But whatever. He was just doing his job of distracting him from that devastating race. “I was going on and on about L’Oréal, and you never mentioned a single thing about your burger!”

“Why would I interrupt your story to tell you about bloody burgers?” Oscar asked, though he didn’t look annoyed, just slightly amused. Depressedly amused.

“I’m a burger guy!” Carlos said, leaning even more into the annoying shtick. It seemed to work. “You completely stole my idea!”

“Mate, I promise you it wasn’t my idea to have my own burger!” Oscar snorted, then went back to staring into his depressing glass of water. “Besides. That’s just my thing, I guess. I never tell anyone about the stuff going on in my life.”

“Right,” Carlos said, thinking back to that long flight to Bahrain and how he’d almost talked Oscar’s ears off. Now that he thought about it, there had been a back and forth, but it was always just Oscar asking more questions or giving opinions on the things Carlos had told him. He was a great listener. And not a bad conversation partner, either. If you didn’t notice the fact that he didn’t share anything about himself.

He’d probably make an amazing spy.

“Yeah,” Oscar said, breathing a small laugh through his nose that rippled the surface of his untouched water. “My own mum slammed me on social media for neglecting to inform her of my contract extension during lunch last week.”

“You didn’t tell your mum?” Carlos asked, mouth falling open in shock. He couldn’t even imagine.

“They said it was confidential!” Oscar retorted, defensive. “Can’t really risk her going on another podcast and spreading the news, can I?”

Oh no. Carlos wasn’t touching that can of worms.

“Well, next time anything happens in your life involving burgers, you tell me about it, okay?”

“What, like every time I eat one?”

“Or are about to eat one! Maybe I’m around and want to join? Or I can tell you where to go.”

Oscar looked like he wasn’t sure whether or not Carlos was joking, which… Actually, Carlos wasn’t sure either.

“Fuck,” he laughed, shoving his rum and coke away before he was tempted to drink it just to quell his sudden hunger. “Now I really want to eat a burger! Is yours any good?”

“It’s a burger, mate,” Oscar said, shrugging. “‘Course it’s good.”

“Okay, yes, you’ve convinced me.” Carlos rolled his eyes. “Look – clearly you’re having fun sitting here with your water, but I have a better idea. Let’s go and eat a Piastri burger, and I’ll rate it out of ten. And if it’s less than a six, I will make you my forever enemy for stealing my idea and not even being good at it.”

“Mate…” Oscar was smiling, but he was also rubbing at his eyes with both hands, so Carlos wasn’t quite sure how to categorize the feeling he’d managed to invoke in him. All he knew was that the guy apparently liked being annoyed. No wonder he got along so well with Lando.

“I can’t exactly go out right now, sit down in a burger joint with my face plastered all over everything, and expect to be left alone,” he finally said, letting his hands drop and fixing Carlos with those watery eyes again.

“Why? You’ll blend right in!”

Oscar gave a quick, high-pitched giggle – the sort he liked to pepper most conversations with and which made it so nice to actually talk to him. Carlos had only realized that after he’d been forced to spend six hours sitting opposite him on a plane, but Oscar was such a good audience for stupid little jokes. He never tried to one-up a joke, just laughed and laughed, and then tried to coax some more out of you, all crinkly-eyed and bunny-teethed smiles.

“I’m serious, though. I want to try it,” Carlos said, as Oscar wiped a tear from his eye that he now got to pretend was from laughing. “So if I text my team to sneak one in for me, should I tell them to order two?”

Oscar shook his head and bit his lip, looking a little skeptical. Like he still wasn’t quite sure whether Carlos was joking. Only when Carlos actually pulled out his phone and fired off a text did he give another snort.

“Now I’m a little afraid you’re serious about the lifelong enemy thing, too,” he said.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure it’s great. Melbourne does great burgers.”

“Yeah, I heard you say that on–”

Carlos grinned when Oscar suddenly coughed, acting like he needed to take a quick drink from his water. It was hard to catch, because his eyes were already red, but he was definitely blushing a little.

“Aww,” Carlos teased. “You watch all my interviews?”

“No,” Oscar said, fighting his face back into neutrality. “Just watched it because I did the same one before you.”

“So you heard me say that and still didn’t tell me about your burger?”

“Maybe I didn’t want to upstage your L’Oréal deal?”

“Please!” Carlos said, shaking his hair out like he was in a commercial. “You couldn’t if you tried!”

Oscar, instead of reacting with another quip, suddenly lost the spark of life Carlos had managed to coax out of him over the course of their conversation. Turning back to stare into his glass of water, he gave a weak, one-shouldered shrug and a noncommittal hum. Carlos was pretty sure he saw his eyes welling up again.

“Hey,” he said, trying his softest voice. And because he was just so used to it from comforting Charles, he put a hand on Oscar’s thigh, squeezing a little.

He only realized how fucking weird that was when Oscar froze up, staring down at where Carlos’s hand was gripping his thigh like they hadn’t just found out they could hold a conversation without wanting to kill each other two weeks ago.

Carlos suddenly remembered a call from Lando, almost three years ago now. Complaining about how he couldn’t figure his new teammate out, and their dynamic was all fucked, because Oscar was just so stiff. How he preferred his teammates a little more hands-on, while Oscar seemed to actively shy away from any form of touch.

By now, they had figured each other out, but they still weren’t getting all up in each other’s space all the time or hugging each other, because Oscar… Oscar was just uncomfortable with physical touch. And here Carlos went, just grabbing his thigh out of nowhere and–

All the muscles in Oscar’s thigh suddenly relaxed under Carlos’s hand, as if he’d literally melted, and he turned his head, looking up at Carlos again with a blush spread all the way across his under-eyes and cheeks.

Maybe it was just the lighting in this goddamn club. But Oscar had to do something about those fucking wet eyes of his, because they were starting to drive Carlos crazy.

“Um… s-sorry,” Carlos said, not sure what exactly he was apologizing for. Many things at once, probably.

“Not like you can help having perfect hair,” Oscar said, which was the last thing Carlos had thought he’d be apologizing for.

“I mean, you have nice hair, too,” Carlos said, and like a complete idiot, he went and flicked at the little swoop of hair hanging down across Oscar’s forehead. There was an awkward pause. Then Carlos said, “I like this thing.”

“Mate,” Oscar said, his voice breaking on the word like he was still in the middle of puberty. “You have, like, zero tact.”

“What? Why?”

“Is this some kind of mind game? Did you come to kick me while I’m down?”

Carlos was honestly lost.

“I’m honestly lost,” he said.

“Next time, just change the subject. No need to make this even more awkward.”

Carlos scowled, wondering what kind of mess he had stepped in this time. His hand was still placed on Oscar’s thigh – he had completely forgotten to take it away. And fuck it. He had already committed now. He squeezed again, until the muscles twitched under his hand and Oscar tore his eyes away from the water to glare at Carlos instead.

“What did I say wrong? Come on, tell me!”

“Condescendingly pretended to like my hair,” Oscar said with a completely neutral face, only betrayed by the wet reflections in his eyes. “You know, I don’t really care that I’m balding at 23. Not everyone needs to be a freaking L’Oréal model.”

“Hm,” Carlos said, lifting his free hand to push Oscar’s fringe to the side so he could get a better look at his hairline. “Sounds like you care a little.”

Oscar opened his mouth to object, but Carlos ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it a bit to give it more volume. The matted post-hat hair, which had clearly not seen a comb all day, had been annoying him this whole time. Oscar’s mouth clicked shut.

Maybe he wasn’t all that opposed to physical touch. Just hesitant in initiating it.

“You know, if you really care that much, you have all the funds for a trip to Turkey,” Carlos said. “There is no shame in it. Everyone’s doing it.”

Oscar frowned but didn’t shake Carlos’s hand off.

“And if you truly don’t care,” Carlos continued, “you should be able to accept my compliments without accusing me of lying.”

“Fine. Just feels weird to have the freaking hair commercial guy talk about my receding hairline.”

“I was actually talking about this,” Carlos said, lightly pulling at the fringe, until Oscar gave a small yelp. “It is very cute. Has a lot of… um… character?”

Oscar seemed to blank out for a second, eyelids drooping slightly, when Carlos ran his fingers through his hair again, trying to arrange it into something presentable. And really. Combined with the blush and the tearful eyes, the guy should come with a warning. Maybe Carlos shouldn’t have mussed up his hair like that, because it really wasn’t helping with the strange intrusive thoughts plaguing him tonight.

“Carlos Sainz?”

Almost jumping out of his seat, Carlos quickly pulled his hand from Oscar’s hair, pretending not to hear the little disappointed hiccup. He peeked around the potted plant they were hidden behind and found a confused-looking bouncer wandering the VIP section with a fast-food bag in his hand.

Apparently, you didn’t have to be sneaky in Melbourne when your name was Carlos Sainz.

“Here!” he called, waving the bouncer over. They exchanged burger for autograph, and then Carlos was rubbing his hands together, grinning at a skeptical-looking Oscar.

“Here I go,” Carlos said as he pulled the burger box from the paper bag, snorting at the awkward-looking picture of Oscar on the lid. That guy was not a model! Carlos almost wished he could try photographing Oscar himself, because he was pretty sure he had stumbled upon a trick to make him look actually hot. And that trick was watching Marley & Me beforehand.

Opening the lid, he gasped in surprise when he realized the burger was black. Not only that – it was sprinkled with orange sesame seeds.

“This is so cool!” he gawked, almost a little jealous. Even if he did a burger with Williams, there was no way to make it blue and white – and even if there was, it wouldn’t look half as cool as this one. “Honestly, you already get six points just for visuals.”

“‘Kay, thanks,” Oscar mumbled, almost bashful.

“Now, let’s see if you taste good!” Carlos said, upon which Oscar buried his face in his arms with a groan.

God. Annoying him was so much fun!

Carlos opened his mouth wide and took a big bite, chewing thoughtfully and holding back his verdict for so long that Oscar started to peek from the prison of his arms.

“Well?” he asked when Carlos finally swallowed, keeping his face neutral.

“What’s the crunchy stuff?”

“Carrots.”

“Carrots?”

“Needed something orange,” Oscar said with a shrug.

“Hm…” Carlos loosened a stuck piece of carrot from his molars with his tongue and swallowed it. “Looks are good. Taste is good. A little weird, but I don’t hate it.” He flashed one of his big, charming smiles. “I think it’s a perfect fit for you.”

Oscar hid his relief in an eye roll and a snort, then grabbed one of Carlos’s fries and popped it into his mouth.

“You don’t know what I taste like,” he said, blushing again when the words registered a second later.

Carlos’s grin widened. “Right now, you taste like my fries, no?” he said, popping one into his own mouth as well. And just because being annoying had worked wonderfully so far, he threw in a wink.

Oscar giggled again, even folding over a bit, then instantly looked like he wanted to die.

Carlos had not been wrong. He really was a little weird.

“Why did you come out tonight?” Carlos asked, because he remembered Oscar had asked him to change the subject rather than let things get awkward, and he had a feeling now might be the right time for that.

“Just trying to be a good teammate,” Oscar sighed, helping himself to another fry. “Guess I failed miserably at that.”

“You know Lando doesn’t expect you to, right? I mean, he’s not exactly the poster child for graceful losing himself.”

“I know,” Oscar chuckled. “I just… thought it couldn’t hurt to make an effort to show up for each other. Now that we’ll be teammates for so long. It’s gonna be a tough season for us, so no need to fuck it up right at the start.”

“You’re not fucking anything up, mate,” Carlos promised. The weight of his words was slightly lost in the mouthful of burger he was devouring, but he pressed his thigh into Oscar’s to show that he meant it, and was surprised when Oscar pushed back, not letting the gap between them open up again.

“I think Lando knows what you’re doing. And he appreciates it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, he asked me to come check on you, you know?”

Oscar stilled with a fry halfway toward his open mouth.

“Did he now?”

“I mean, he is really maturing lately,” Carlos went on, realizing too late that the glow in Oscar’s eyes was being replaced by that tearful shimmer again. “He knows what it’s like in your situation. And he knows he’s in no place to lift you up right now.”

Oscar slowly put the fry back into the box, then shifted until his thigh was no longer pressed against Carlos’s.

For whatever reason, Carlos mourned the loss of contact.

Just what was wrong with him tonight? That one sip of rum and coke must have really fucked with his head.

“So,” Oscar said, wiping his hands on a paper napkin that had come with the burger. “You’re right, I guess. Coming out’s been a stupid idea. I’ll just… I’ll go back to the hotel. Try to get some sleep.”

“Oh,” Carlos said. He could clearly hear the disappointment in his own voice, which made him cringe a little. But Oscar was rubbing at his wet eyes again, and his hair was still mussed up from when Carlos had run his fingers through it, and Carlos couldn’t keep his next words from falling out of his mouth.

“Just wait a minute, until I’m done with your burger, okay? I want to take you back.”

****

They stood in front of Oscar’s hotel room door not much later, awkwardly staring at each other.

“Okay, then,” Oscar said, fiddling with the key card in his hand. “Thanks for… um… making sure I got back safe? Though there was really no need.”

“Of course there was!” Carlos insisted. “You’re like a superstar around here, and they let you go out without a security guard!”

“I mean, I wasn’t going to take the tram.”

Truth be told, Carlos wasn’t sure why he had come along, either. He liked to think it had something to do with how Oscar still looked like he might throw himself off the next bridge, but a feeling in his gut told him that wasn’t it.

Now he watched as Oscar unlocked the door, pushing it open with a hesitant glance over his shoulder. Carlos felt like there was some countdown he was missing.

“Oh, by the way,” he quickly said, before Oscar could say his goodbyes and disappear behind the door. “I just wanted to tell you – that move you pulled, on Lewis, and in the last lap?” He shook his hand, whistling through his teeth. “That was incredible!”

Oscar raised his eyebrows at him, then shook his head with a weird little chuckle.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Oscar said. “Just – if I had pulled that move on you, you’d be bitching about it for weeks.”

“Not true!” Carlos objected, even though deep down, he knew Oscar was right. “I appreciate a bold move!”

“Really now?” Oscar asked, eyebrows rising even higher. He seemed to be contemplating something. “Even when it’s pulled on you, and you might not like it?”

“Yes!” Carlos insisted. “I think you always need to be bold to get the things you want. Especially guys like us.”

“Yeah,” Oscar said. His eyebrows finally lowered, leaving him looking determined. “I agree.”

Then Carlos felt a hand lock around his wrist, and he was pulled into the hotel room, the door shutting with a decisive click.

#carcar #carloscar #oscarlos #f1 rpf #oscar piastri #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #my fics

223 notes · View notes

captainreecejames · 1 year ago

Text

X2CU - LH44 SMAU

tagline : if he cheats, get with his idol.

pairing : Lewis Hamilton x FEM!reader

faceclaim : Shay Mitchell

warnings : as always, terrible men and language

your messages ----------

twitter ----------

ynusername posted --------

liked by carmenmmundt and others

ynusername in new york #tommyhilfiger

(load more comments)

username26 step on me please

username37 God please make me half as pretty as her

username82 need Mick Schumacher to comment on this post ↳ username83 wait did you see mickschumy's tweets? ↳ username82 YES, need him to come through

username19 not me being delulu thinking that Carmen is gonna set this all in motion for us just cause she liked it ↳ username20 I'll be delulu too!

lailahasanovic I'm in awe 😍😍 ↳ ynusername babe thank you!!

username19 NOPE WE'VE GOT TWO WAG INTERACTIONS IT'S COMING TRUE

liamsfriend gross ↳ bsfinstagram lol not Liam trying to stay relevant 😭

your messages --------

ynusername posted ---------

liked by georgerussell63 and others

ynusername 🧳

(load more comments)

username94 they had to have seen that thread!!

username45 that's a mercedes, she's just teasing us 😭

username74 yn babe, please give us more!!!

username15 George liked I'm convinced it's happening

liamsfriend2 you're shit ↳ username11 everyone point and laugh!!! 🫵🤣 ↳ username62 🫵🤣🤣 ↳ username74 🫵🤣🤣🤣 ↳ mickshumacher 🤣🤣🤣🫵🫵 (this comment has been deleted) ↳ username71 NO MICK DONT DELETE IT

username45 Mick is now the number one Liam hater hahahah ↳ bsfinstagram no he's not 🤨 ↳ username45 omg sorry bsf/n you're right ↳ bsfinstagram it's okay girlie

roscoelovescoco cans I's gets a rides? ↳ ynusername ofc roscoe!! let me know time and place

username10 no fucking way lewis is gonna use roscoe on yn's post ↳ bsfinstagram shush he's shy ↳ username10 NOOOO lewis don't let her violate you like this lewis_hamilton

lewis_hamilton come to our garage!

Mick's messages --------- your messages ------

ynusername posted --------

liked by roscoelovescoco and others

ynusername oh to be wined and dined

(load more comments)

bsfinstagram and who's doing the wining and dining? ↳ ynusername me duhhh, I got that CEO money

username23 yn said i'm the money maker here ↳ ynusername he does make more than me but I can spoil a man sometimes

username12 THIS HAS TO BE LEWIS PLS CONFIRM bsfinstagram ↳ bsfinstagram i can't

georgerussell63 what a lovely restaurant, looks so cozy and also like it has vegan options ↳ username13 George!!!! share what you know ynusername he knows nothing ↳ georgerussell63 I am stupid ↳ username14 not the charles ref ↳ charles_leclerc mate why bring me into this ↳ georgerussell63 you need to help your future teammate if you love him so much ↳ carlossainz55 yeah!

username15 george and charles indirectly confirming this is lewis with those comments ↳ username16 as they should

lewis_hamilton you look very beautiful ↳ ynusername 🫶🏼🫶🏼

username17 when he cheats on you get with his idol ↳ liamsfriend3 I don't idolize lewis, max is clearly better ↳ username17 lmao still stalking her with your friends account this is pathetic ↳ maxverstappen33 and i don't want your shitty support ↳ username17 NOOOO MAX

bsfinstagram max i was unfamiliar with your game ↳ maxverstappen33 I'm not a total monster

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x fem!reader #lewis hamilton smau #formula 1 smau #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #read #danielle writes

480 notes · View notes

scuderia-piastri · 3 months ago

Text

bad influence (continued)

✮⋆˙summary: the prank war has escalated, and now the whole paddock is in chaos and fear of being struck next.

✮⋆˙warnings: none

✮⋆˙a/n: i’m really on a roll with these i love it

rrcsav masterlist

and so war was waged.

three race weekends in, it was ongoing and seemed as if it would never stop. alex was serious, and made allies, forcing red and franco to have to form alliances with other drivers as well. the paddock was split, either you were on alex’s side or red and franco’s. unless you were like liam, in which case you did not want to be involved.

of course, the first person alex had allied with was george. it was easy for him to convince. and once pierre had heard about the war, he immediately joined alex’s side straight out of spite against red, bringing yuki and isack with him. along with george came kimi and valterri completing the mercedes family, and in 2019 rookie fashion lando was also forced to join.

red was resourceful too, however. once she’d explained the situation to esteban in captain america civil war terms (alex’s team being team stark), he was completely willing to join her side. and it didn’t hurt that he would be up against pierre. ollie’s protests about kimi had gone unconsidered and he was also recruited onto the “right” side. oscar had just shrugged when red and franco had asked him so they took it as a sign of alliance and along with him and ollie came charles (who claimed it’s for the family) and consequently max, who didn’t mind it considering george was the enemy.

and so the games had begun, with nobody on either side being able to let their guards down for even a second in fear of being struck by the other team.

and that, dear friends, was how red now ended up crouching behind a wall, holding a water gun, with franco beside her also wielding a water gun, and everyone else on her team stationed at different locations in the paddock to try and catch anyone on team alex off guard.

it didn’t help that she was forced to do all this in an unnecessarily extravagant lehenga because her parents had decided to attend this race and that morning her mother said to her, “tumara teammate lewis hamilton hai, aur tum abhee bhee bhootni kee tarah chalatee ho. tumne pata hai vah met gala host karenga?” (your teammate is lewis hamilton, and you still go looking like a ghost everyday. you know he’s going to host the met gala this year?) and she quite frankly couldn’t argue with that statement.

“do you see anybody yet?” red asked, peeking out to try and spot a familiar face.

“no, it looks suspicious,” franco commented, hoisting his water gun up. “maybe they’re all doing a meeting or something.”

huffing, she turned back and tried to lift her skirt up, putting the water gun down. “this has to be a trap of some sort. they know we’re planning something, so they’re trying to get us first.”

he raised an eyebrow. “how would they find out we have a plan?”

as she was about to reply, suddenly a ton of water was suddenly dumped on her from above. as she shouted, franco immediately picked up his water gun and shot into action, but proved to be a bit too late as he was then drenched in water too. cursing as they looked up, alex and george stood on the roof above them, grinning from ear to ear.

“oh my god, alex!” red yelled out, pushing her wet hair back. “you’re gonna pay for this!”

“you do what you need to do to win, red!” alex called back out, laughing. “nice try though!”

finally in some more comfortable and dry clothes, red and the others on the team sat in franco’s hotel room to plot their next move. minus max, who’d dropped out of these meetings after all his red bull team kits were replaced by mercedes ones (toto was quite proud of that one), and charles who’d decided to leave with him.

“how could they figure out what we were going to do, though?” esteban asked, exasperated. “we hid it so well.”

“you know what i think?” franco scanned the room. “we have a spy. someone here is giving them our information.”

“but who would do that?”

with a blank expression, oscar immediately turned to look at ollie. following his cue, everyone in the room did the same, to which ollie raised his hands in surrender and replied, “okay, wait, i’m sorry! i was just warning kimi, i didn’t think he’d tell everyone else!”

esteban shook his head in disappointment. “really? you betrayed us?”

“i can’t believe this.” red immediately pointed towards the door, to which ollie left through with no hesitation, leaving the rest of them to plot their next move.

“we need to get them good, something that will be enough to make them all give up.” franco declared, then looked towards red with a curious expression. “you look like you’re thinking of something evil, what is it?”

smiling, red sat back. “sometimes the best tactic is psychological warfare. we scare them so badly they surrender by themselves. we keep them on their toes, don’t do anything the entire weekend, and play innocent when they get confused. they’ll be done in no time.”

oscar took a moment to think about it. “that’s evil. but it’d work great.”

tossing her hair back over her shoulder, red pulled out her phone. “let me make some calls. i got this.”

“are you trying to poison us?” alex asked nervously, looking at the tray red carried in her hands.

“poison?” she laughed, holding the tray out. “don’t be silly, it’s just ladoos. my nani made them, try one.”

“i can’t tolerate spicy food.” pierre said suspiciously, backing up just a tiny bit.

“it’s not spicy at all, you frenchman, it’s a sweet.” she shoved one towards him. “seriously, try one. it’s good.”

to try and prove her point, oscar grabbed one, taking a bite. “yeah, not spicy. trust me.”

alex and pierre glanced at each other nervously before opting to try them, looking shocked when they turned out to be normal.

“okay, they’re good, give your grandmother my thanks,” alex narrowed his eyes at her. “but i’ll find out what you’re up to. this isn’t over yet.”

red smiled and shrugged in return. “nothing to be up to, just sharing some wonderful sweets with the paddock, that’s all.”

“your mother just interrogated me for 15 minutes,” franco caught up to her after qualifying, running a hand through his hair. “did it work with alex? how did he react?”

“if you think my mama is bad, wait until you meet my maasis,” red replied, looking at him with a smile of victory. “but it’s going great. both him and pierre, and later george, were very confused. i think it’s working.”

“it should work faster, i have to look outside my hotel room before i leave every morning to check if anything is there. we need to win.”

“and trust me, we will. now can we stop by the ferrari garage? i could really use another ladoo.”

“i always thought all this was dangerous, but she liked it a lot and my husband said she was good so i thought it was better to just let her do it,” red’s mom expressed with her hands. “and she didn’t like any other sport anyway. she made us pay for dance classes and quit after the second week.”

red put her hands over her face in shame, groaning. “mama, i didn’t tell you to come to this race so you could tell all my friends embarrassing stories about me.”

“you should be embarrassed, who just gives up after 2 classes?”

“hey, what’s… up?” alex frowned in confusion, walking to the front of williams hospitality to see them standing there. “you must be red’s mum, nice to meet you. what are you all doing here?”

“just showing my mom around, she said she wanted to see some of my friends here. why, i can’t just visit my friends, alex?” she looked to him with a hint of a mischievous smile, though nothing to prove she was actually up to causing trouble.

alex shot her a suspicious look in return. “no, of course you can. nothing wrong with that.”

“she was actually just telling us how red quit dance very early after signing up for classes.” franco coughed to cover up his laugh.”

red shot him a glare. “when i catch you, colapinto-”

later that night, alex showed up at her hotel room door, holding a box of chocolates. “i called off the troops. we get it, you guys don’t back down. truce?”

red eyed the chocolates in his hand. “well, that is a tempting peace offering. i suppose we could accept your surrender.”

alex glared at her. “surrender? no, this is a truce. nobody loses.”

“surrender or nothing, albon. how hand over the chocolate.”

he groaned and handed it over. “fine, you win this time, but don’t pull that psychological warfare stuff again!”

taglist: @sid-is-gr8 @mellowarcadefun @justadesirebel @foreveralbon @inchidentofftrack @demvnsriot

#��⋆˙ red racing cars sunset and vine #rrcsav series #f1 x driver!reader #desi!driver!reader #f1 x female driver #f1 x reader #f1 x oc #f1 x desi!reader #franco colapinto x reader #franco colapinto x desi!reader #alex albon x reader #alex albon x desi!reader

93 notes · View notes

toppamplemousse · 3 months ago

Text

fairytalestappen part 3: snow white

welcome back to fairytalestappen, but before we get to the lestappen of it all, we have to take a little detour to a land called Sebchal

we're back to the basics: charles is again our beautiful princess. skin as white as snow. hair as brown as mahogany. lips as pink as roses. eyes as green as the mediterranean. race suit as red as rosso corsa.

okay now that max verstappen is done inhabiting my body: this story is a set in a magical version of f1, where racing still exists but so does magic, spells, potions, all of it. here we take inspiration from the most iconic of f1 fics: fool's gold by cazio (this fic changed lives go read it if you haven’t it’s 155 chapters of the greatest story ever told ). basically, each f1 team is its own kingdom. and the f1 drivers are princes of the kingdom. the #1 driver is the crown prince, and the #2 driver is his heir. okay now that that's explained.

picture 2019 charles. a baby deer. fresh off of one of the best rookie seasons in f1 history and the call-up to ferrari. he is so beautiful and so young. and he worships the ground that his older teammate, 4x WDC sebestatian vettel walks on. hero worship to the max. you get the picture.

sebastian is the ferrari crown prince. he is ferrari's best hope for a championship. he is not threatened at all by this little twink who is going to be his teammate. every morning, seb wakes up and he asks his magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) who the next champion for ferrari will be. and every day, the magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) answers, "The next world champion for Ferrari will be Sebastian Vettel." Day in, day out. Even throughout Merc domination, the magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) holds firm: Seb will be the next Ferrari WDC.

Up until the day of Charles' first race with Ferrari. That morning, Seb wakes up, asks the magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) who will be the next Champion for ferrari. And the magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) answers: "Charles Leclerc will be the next champion for Ferrari."

Sebastian is FURIOUS. How dare this little upstart come in and steal his team and his guarantees of a championship?!!! But he's also logical. Fernando is very mischevious and is just trying to get a rise out of him. No way that this baby-faced 21 year old beats a 4x WDC for Red Bull and a race winner for Ferrari.

Except that day, Charles wins his first race ever for Ferrari (AS IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN (almost) IF HE HAD WON BAHRAIN 2019 AND WON HIS SECOND EVER RACE FOR FERRARI IT HAUNTS ME AT NIGHT IT HAUNTS ME IT HAUNTS ME). okay anyways.

And at that moment, Seb resolves that he needs to get rid of Charles by any means necessary. His first thought: get someone to tamper with Charles' car, so that he has mechanical issues every race and cannot hope to challenge Seb.

Seb enlists Kimi Raikkonen (who should be very bitter bc Charles took his seat) to sneak into Garage 16 and mess around with parts of Charles' car. Kimi goes to Charles' garage and tampers with Charles' gearbox, causing Charles to DNS from pole at, you guessed it, Monaco (AAHDJHKDJHKJHGLFGL). Charles is DEVASTATED.

After the race, Kimi overhears Charles being comforted by his mechanics, and Charles is being selfless and taking the blame, even though it was a mechanical issue. Kimi sees how selfless Charles is, plus how sad and ruffled and baby-deer-like he looks, and is angry that Seb convinced him that Charles was this evil presence.

Kimi finds Charles in the paddock and he tells Charles that someone paid him to mess with Charles' car. He doesn't tell Charles who paid him though. Charles is angry and sad and frustrated etc, so he seeks to soothe his woes the only way he knows how: clubbing.

That's right, Charles goes to Jimmy'z that night and drinks/dances to forget. Throughout the night, he dances with and complains to seven different drivers, who all give him varying degrees of advice. These drivers will henceforth be known as the Seven Drivers of Jimmy'z: George Russell (Doc), Alex Albon (Bashful), Oscar Piastri (Sleepy), Esteban Ocon (Grumpy, but only bc one of the other dwarves is Pierre), Carlos Sainz (Happy), Pierre (Sneezy, idk why), and Lando Norris (Dopey). (note that one of the drivers in Charles' age group is conspicuously absent from this list, and indeed he is the Monaco race winner and is also partying it up at Jimmy'z and Studiously Not Making Eye Contact With Charles And Avoiding Him Very Conspicuously. we'll come back to that later)

Seb's initial strategy has worked, Charles' confidence has been shaken, but now Kimi is refusing to work with him any more, and the Seven Drivers of Jimmy'z are working together to guard Charles' garage at future race weekends, so he can't hire anyone else to sabotage Charles. So seb's next strategy is, you guessed it, to seduce Charles and distract him from racing. Seb has seen the way Charles looks at him, the hero worship in his eyes. It should be pretty easy to get Charles to fall for him, right?

Wrong. While Charles is still very admiring of Seb and there is still the Hero Worship Of It All, and there are many charged moments (bahrain gloved hand cupping charles' face, anyone?), Charles doesn't give in to Seb's advances. Oh, he flirts with him plenty, of course, but when Seb tries to take things to the next level, Charles always demurs. Weird, right? (side note but Charles seems very forlorn and heartbroken during all of seb's advances. almost like he's getting over someone else? but i'm sure that's not going to be important later.)

And through it all, Charles continues to beat him on track. (Bear with me here for taking many liberties with the F1 race calendar). Charles wins two races in a row in Spa and Monza. The first Ferrari driver to win the Italian GP in 10 years. And then, in Hockenheim, Seb DNFs from pole and Charles wins (Nico Rosberg records a video celebrating Charles' win and lamenting Seb's DNF with the biggest smile on his face. If you know the video, you know).

Hockenheim is the last straw. Seb decides to take drastic action. He gets a love potion (how, you ask? From his magic mirror, Fernando Alonso, who has a magician's assistant (Lance Stroll obv) who handles his magic for him because Fernando is, of course, a mirror) and slips it into Charles' drink. Surely THIS will make Charles fall in love with him.

Charles drinks the love potion, and while he is just as hero-worshippy as ever, he isn't acting like he's IN LOVE with Seb. How can this be? Seb goes to Fernando, who gleefully (picture it) informs him that the love potion will only work if the recipient isn't ALREADY IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE. now we're getting somewhere.

Seb destroys poor mirror Fernando in his rage. RIP mirror fernando. Fine. He'll take matters into his own hands. At the next driver's parade, Seb brings a poisoned KNIFE in his pocket, determined to end this once and for all. When they are in a section of the track without any fans, Seb takes out the knife and prepares to STAB charles (is this too dark? who cares), when suddenly, in a flash of blonde hair, blue eyes, dreamy thighs, and a lip freckle, someone shoves him away and shields Charles with their body.

It's Max (finally)!!!!! It turns out that he and Charles had been together but recently broken up because of, you guessed it, Austria 2019 (which also happened at some point during this messed up race calendar and went exactly as it did in real life) and they were both very heartbroken and dramatic and torn up about it. Charles and Max confess that they each still love each other and they decide to get back together. They kiss etc while the Seven Drivers of Jimmy'z tackle seb to the ground and beat him up. Maybe they sing "Whistle While You Work" while they do it. IDK.

Anyways, Seb gets dropped from Ferrari, Charles goes on to win many world championships for Ferrari, and Charles and Max live happily ever after. The ENd.

next up: the little mermaid!

#fairytalestappen #fernando alonso as the magic mirror you will always be famous #i just know he loves to cause chaos #sorry that there’s not much max in this but you understand the sebchal of it all just kinda took over #sorry to make seb the villain but 2019 sebchal just fits so well with the evil queen snow white relationship #It Had To Be Done #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #sebchal

97 notes · View notes

amberjazmyn · 9 months ago

Text

perhaps one day🫶

pairing : charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary : five times the formula 1 grid think charles leclerc has proposed to reader + the one time he actually has

warnings : literally none, it's fluff, it's cheese, it's cute and it's love

a/n : the title is the worst i've ever come up with so if anyone has anything better, let me know i beg! also, fun fact, before i've put this up on my tumblr, this was actually my first ever f1 piece i had ever written! so i have no idea why i never posted it at the beginning but here it is now!

one

carlos sainz, f1 driver for ferrari and teammate of charles leclerc was certain. absolutely sure, completely convinced that charles, your boyfriend, popped the question. he was like, ten million percent sure. although he wasn't equipped with "evidence" per se, he started to pick up what he thought were tell-tale signs that gave him the impression that charles had put a ring on it.

the f1 driver was so sure of himself that, he told max verstappen from red bull and the two mclaren drivers, oscar piastri and lando norris. telling them both that the proposal must have happened over their summer break between gp's. the break that, obviously, was never really a proper break.

"...just look at them you three! i swear to god, charles has proposed," carlos almost squeals, watching the way you two were all over each other, speaking french to one another

"come on now, dude. you could be overreacting--"

"--in fairness, look at her left hand, she's clearly covering it. it has to be a ring!" max inserts, causing a slight scare for carlos, lando and oscar, worrying that you and charles could have overheard

"and how would you know, max?" lando sassed, oscar and carlos' eyes widening as max chuckled

"isn't it obvious, lando? her left hand is hidden because she wants to tell us rather than us finding it out beforehand," max touches his nose which make carlos, lando and oscar giggle

however, it wasn't until kelly, max's own girlfriend, walked past that shut down the rumours of a potential f1 wedding on its way.

"oh meu deus oh my god. you guys are crazy. the reason why she's hiding her left hand is because, if you guys really paid attention, you would know she has always rested her right hand over her left one. she isn't engaged and charles hasn't proposed to her. you are crazy you boys i swear," kelly chuckled, shaking her head which made oscar, carlos and lando down in the dumps whereas max just chuckled

it wasn't until after you and charles finished chatting each other up in french that you realised that the entire time, max, oscar, carlos, lando and kelly had all been bickering. bickering about what they thought was your proposal that they had completely missed because it was done in secret.

in which, to clarify, did not happen. kelly was right, the "tell" of you being engaged because you were hiding your left hand was false. you have always hidden your left hand by covering it with your right hand if you leave it resting on a table.

two

it was a wednesday, middle of the week and the monaco grand prix had just finished. it had been a great result for your boyfriend charles and ferrari. not just a great result but life-changing result. both charles and carlos were on the podium however, it was charles in first place, finally his home win and breaking the monaco curse, mclaren's oscar piastri in second place with carlos in third place. now, it was like they all deserved a full three-day weekend of rest. not just the top three on the podium but all the drivers. although charles was on top of the world that he had finally won his hometown race and is already normally quite flustered, this wednesday, he was even more flustered then usual. it felt like he was running around the paddock like a headless chicken looking for something in the ferrari garage.

"you good cabron? what are you looking for?" carlos questioned, he was also in the garage as he was resting after doing media with some reporters about the results of the race

"mamma mia my goodness...yeah...i'm taking y.n for a weekend trip and i printed off our booking for it but, i can't seem to find it," he mutters quite sloppish, his english all over the place after muttering in italian under his breath, continuing to look for it

"ay, that's exciting. where to, any particular reason why?" carlos teases as he moves to lean against the wall

stopping his search for a second, charles sighed in agitation, "france cause i know she's always wanted to go back after we spent a day there a little while ago. i booked a little air bnb, i printed the booking info like moments ago and now i can't find it!" he was getting angrier, his accent really coming through and for once, carlos didn't want to instigate him

carlos smiles, noticing it was at a completely different printer, "questa informazioni sulla prenotazione?" he says as he picks it up and hands it to the younger driver who breaths a sigh of relief this booking info

"grazie mille, carlos! i lov...you are my favourite person in the world right now other than y.n!" charles thanks in italian before switching back to english, feeling himself calm down which is when, of course, carlos instigates him with hints of a marriage proposal thank you so much, carlos!

"sooo, with the holiday getaway this weekend, what's it for...you know, anything special other than just because y.n's wanted to return for ages?" carlos teased as charles turned back around and gave carlos what would be classified as a "stank face"

"ummm, no...no...we're going because y.n's genuinely been wanting to go back to france and i thought we have the time and the money so, we're going for the weekend...why are you asking?" charles gave a look of confusion as carlos just nodded his head in embarrassment

carlos started backing away when charles jogged after him, the booking for the holiday in his hands, "why are you asking, carlos? smettila di scappare!" thankfully, carlos hadn't run too far as he laughed slightly, obeying charles' italian plea stop running away!

"ay, i just thought you guys were going to come back with a special announcement but, don't worry, it's clearly not that and i apologise for jumping to a conclusion that is obviously not happening. have a great holiday you two. make sure you send us some photos after knowing that you won't be texting or calling us at all," carlos chuckled as that seemed to satisfy charles and he smiled back, nodding

"lo farò, carlos. the photos will be sent from y.n's phone not mine. have a good weekend yourself, don't do anything i wouldn't do," charles smiled, his bag across his shoulder as carlos smiled back will do, carlos

"i will, grazie. see you tuesday then but truly we can't be too sure because as we know from past situations, f1 don't really like the idea of taking holidays!" carlos chuckled as charles nodded his head before leaving whilst carlos didn't i will, thanks

and that was because, hidden away behind the ferrari garage wall where carlos was leaning against, was lando, oscar and max, all waiting to see if carlos got the information about the "proposal".

"and, carlos? what did he say? will there be a ring on y.n's finger when they come back?" lando tried, a look of hope in his eyes as carlos just shook his head, max chuckling

"no, sorry guys. just a holiday to france because y.n wanted to visit again. and, before you ask, yes, i did subtly ask but, no, there will be no ring on her finger when they get back..." carlos trailed off as lando groaned in annoyance as carlos, oscar and max's eyes grew wide in shock

"...oh come on! i really thought it would be this time!" lando was truly devastated that his best friend wouldn't be getting proposed to as carlos, oscar and max, again, giggled

"sorry buddy but, i think mr ferrari's waiting for a specific day if he has even thought about it," max shrugged as carlos nodded his head and left the ferrari garage, leaving oscar and lando with one last thing

"and if he is, we shouldn't be pushing it or hounding him over it. he'll do it when they are both ready for it!" max says whilst walking out of the ferrari garage

lando and oscar share looks of, even though they hated it, they couldn't help but agree with max's statement. if it hadn't happened this time and the time before, it's clear that it's not happening just yet. because, one, either charles and y.n hadn't talked about it yet or, they simply aren't ready for it since they were still in their early 20s.

three

by the third time that lando, carlos, oscar and max thought that charles proposed, the wag's (including kelly) and now danny ric was even watching, looking for any new tells, max now less interested in the bets and rumours. new tells that could possibly tell them if charles had proposed yet or not. and, obviously, because it's the f1 grid, there is at least three different bets going on all at the same time. which makes no sense clearly but, to them it makes sense.

this time it was lily zneimer, oscar's girlfriend, that noticed something that could have been possibly a little off for charles. he had a little bag on the couch in the ferrari garage. whilst it wasn't out in plain sight, it wasn't being hidden either. so, lily just decided to go for it and straight up ask him what it was.

"hey, charles, what's in the bag?" lily questioned, a little giddy glint in her eye

charles smiled, making eye contact with lily, "oh, um *shy chuckle* it's just an anniversary gift..." he trailed off nervously, hoping she wasn't close by

lily felt her shoulders deflate. she knew she should've have felt a little sad that it wasn't likely an engagement ring. but, she still couldn't believe that it had so quickly got to their anniversary.

"what is it? some jewellery? how many years is it now, charles?" lily no longer cared about the bet or the possibility of an engagement and wedding

she just cared that charles and y.n were still so head over heels in love with each other. even though she knew they'd never fall out of love with one another, especially considering they were dating before and when oscar had joined f1 quite recently, just last year in 2023.

"oh, just a matching necklace and earrings set. we've been dating for like, four years now. i remember overhearing from someone, it was either kelly or even max that you never gift a partner a ring unless it's a replacement of an old and broken one or you plan to marry them. so, i decided to get her a matching emerald necklace and earrings set because y.n's already got so many rings, not just her own but also ones that my mom has gifted her," charles smiled shyly as lily's face lit up

"aw, that's so sweet. and happy four years, charles. four years is amazing. you and y.n should be so proud of that. and, good on you for deciding to not get a ring as i know so many people at the four year mark who would have gotten a ring and it turn out that they weren't ready to be married. you're really a smart man, charles. i'm sure y.n'll love the present," lily smiled, ruffling his hair in pride for the young racer as charles chuckled, fixing his hair as lily walked away

curious, of course, the other racers (excluding max) gave lily the look. and, lily, with a sense of pride, shook her head no. again, the drivers were saddened but, when lily, oscar's girlfriend explained, they felt a sense of pride wash over all of them. the same pride that washed over lily that charles knew not to gift y.n a ring if it either wasn't a promise ring, engagement ring or a replacement ring for one that broke.

however, it was at this point, the third time that the grid thought that charles was going to propose that, he actually started planning it. obviously, it doesn't take long before rumours start to travel throughout the grid. so, it wasn't long before charles and even y.n began to hear of the rumours of the two young adults getting engaged. and, that was when the couple started to talk about it. because, like thought of as one of the reasons why it hadn't happened yet, charles and y.n just hadn't spoken about it. not because they didn't want to marry each other, they just hadn't spoken about it in proper detail. until now when they did start a conversation on it after a day of media interviews in the paddock on their four year anniversary and they were each gifted four gifts each. and now, with the knowledge of his girlfriend's ring-size, he decided to ring up max, because, like most people, charles would not have guessed that max was in on all the rumours and the bets so, he asked him for advice.

let's just say that it was a struggle for the max verstappen to keep a straight face when charles asked him if at some point during a week off from racing that he could help him in finding an engagement ring for y.n. yet, max managed to keep his cool and, obviously, didn't tell the rest of the grid who were in on the rumours and bets about it. because, honestly, it got kind of boring to max about betting when his best friend and rival was going to propose to his girlfriend and also because he didn't want to break charles' trust. and three, whilst he did, as mentioned earlier, participate in the earlier grid rumours and bets, he would never rat out to the betters if he was on the other side.

four

it's a quiet and slow day when out of nowhere, like, complete nowhere. everyone, except for charles and y.n, rush into the mclaren garage. worrying that something bad had happened like someone had been killed or arrested, it was confusing when they all just saw lando basically hyperventilating.

"...are you alright lando?" oscar questions with worry, wondering why his teammate was literally hyperventilating if no one had died or been arrested

"i...i think it's the day!" he struggles to say as the grid and wags all look at each other in confusion

"what? you think it's the day? what day? it's a monday, lando, what could be so exciting about a monday team meeting?" lily then questioned as lando bursted with another round of excitement which scared everyone

"but that's just it! i think it's happened! i really think charles and y.n are engaged!" lando screeches with excitement as lily shakes her head, the rest of the grid smiling

"and why do you think that, mate?" oscar speaks up as lando squeals yet again

but, he doesn't say anything and max's eyes widened, "what did you do, lando? what did you hack into?" he was worried that lando had somehow found out about the conversation he had with charles about him helping charles out with finding an engagement ring

"the hotel that they will be staying in for their belated four-year-anniversary..." lando backs up, trailing off of his sentence as no one notices the breath of relief that max breathes out

"...wait, so you think he's gonna propose to her at a hotel, lando?" oscar questions in confusion

however, that was when you walked in and let's just say you were beyond confused.

"umm, who is going to propose to me where?" you blurted out as everyone's eyes widened

and no one spoke up. that was, until carlos did and let's just say, he truly saved the day here, "oh, no one tesoro darling. we're just talking about the time i jokingly proposed to rebecca with a gummy lolly ring in a hotel a couple of months ago..." he trailed off and everyone just hoped you believed it

and...you did. you didn't even question it and you should have cause you basically knew everything about your boyfriend's teammates, carlos especially. so, it confused the rest of the grid and wags when you didn't question it.

"...oh, okay, cool. sorry, my bad. well, umm, if anyone's interested, charles has bought all of us some coffee and smoothies so, we'll be waiting for you guys in the ferrari garage with it when you are ready!" you smiled as you left the mclaren garage to charles who waited in the ferrari garage

as soon as everyone knew you were out of sight and out of hearing range, they all let out the heavy breaths that they had no idea they were holding on to.

"holy...lord jesus christ, how on earth did she believe that lie, carlos?!" lando burst out as giggles followed as did head shakes of shock and wide eyes

"ay, i truly have no idea but, good save for sure!" carlos chuckled as everyone shortly followed after him as he left for his morning smoothie that was waiting for him in the ferrari garage that for once, he didn't pay for or had to make himself

"yeah, well done you, carlos! i seriously thought she wouldn't believe it but it shocked me more that she didn't question you," max chuckled in bewilderment as carlos patted his friend and rivals shoulder

afterwards, the grid and wags realise that, whilst lando did "hack" into the hotel that you and charles were booked into for that night and the following weekend, that it wasn't because he was proposing to you. it was genuinely because you guys didn't actually get to fully celebrate your four-year-anniversary that was the third time that they thought a proposal was happening. so, instead, you guys were going to celebrate it on that friday and saturday instead.

five

it's this day, the fifth time that the grid and wags thinks a proposal is gonna happen that it's max that teases the group. sending the grid back at the paddock doing more media interviews his location that he was in with charles.

"you guys will never guess where i am!" max sniggers cheekily which earns some confusion from the grid and wags who were basically bored out of their minds

with so much waiting around to do before filming some interviews and videos for their social medias, lando almost groaned at his friend, "oh, i don't know, max. are you by any chance planning a new strategy to win the next gp?" he replies which earns a laugh from max but also from the rest of the grid, including y.n, although it's obvious she wasn't paying attention

only laughing because everyone else was, max knew it was the perfect time to tell the rest of the grid and wags, "i'm at the jeweller with charles, and it's a fancy one," he smiles over the phone

"gold thanks, babe, silver makes me look discoloured," kelly jokes, shockingly not realising the situation after she started to also, like her boyfriend, pull away from the bets of wanting charles and y.n to get engaged

"good to know miss piquet, my love, but, i'm here with charles. because ages ago, when you guys thought for a third time that he was proposing to y.n, he asked me for help in my opinion on a certain piece he was looking to buy..."

that was when it clicks in kelly's and lando's heads, lando slipping out of the chair, "...wait, is this finally the day that it happens?" he just about whispers with his eyes wide and his hands already starting to perisperate

"i seriously think so guys. well, charles' walking back over and i can tell that y.n's attention is turning back to you guys so, i'll talk to you all later," max hangs up and focuses back on charles

seeing that max was about to uncharacteristically freak out, charles spoke up, "and, yes, it's the time to do it max. it's why i asked you back those few weeks ago when everyone thought it was gonna do it for the third time i think *chuckles*..." charles trails off as max's eyes nearly fall out of his sockets

he nearly chokes on his own red-bull smelling saliva, "wait, you weren't joking when you were asking me for advice on an engagement ring?" max whispers, realising just how honoured he suddenly felt to be given this opportunity - especially considering he and kelly weren't even engaged or married yet

"yes...i know you and kelly aren't even engaged let alone married but, i want you to help me and give me advice on an engagement ring for y.n. i was being serious that day when i came to you and asked. i know she loves emeralds because of the emerald necklace and earring set i gave her for our four-years but, i don't know if that's her style in rings too..." charles trailed off, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and stressed, grateful that he had max with him even though they should have technically been at their team meetings

overcome with emotion and seeing charles overcome with emotion, max had to fight himself to not give the young racer a huge hug. resisting however, max takes in some deep breaths which causes charles to watch and copy so he could calm himself down as well.

"well, whilst y.n loves to wear emeralds on necklaces and earrings, do you know if she has any emerald rings? cause that's a start and if she does have emerald rings and wears them quite often then, yes, that would be the choice of engagement ring you'd buy. but, if she usually wears a different stone more than the emerald then go for that one, alright?" max advised as charles smiled and nodded his head, feeling more confident

as a smile overcomes his face, he pulls out his phone and goes straight to his photo album of you. majority of the photos you are wearing a specific ring with a specific stone. and whilst the stone wasn't an emerald, it was a green sapphire ring that you got given by your mother that you always wore on your ring finger. you would wear it until the day you would then change it for the real life green sapphire engagement ring you'd get when you'd eventually get proposed to.

looking at max's pride-filled face of how, just like figuring out the racetrack, charles quickly figured out the type of engagement ring you wanted. and how it was the exact same as the one you had been wearing ever since your mom had given it to you. except, whilst it would be similar, it would be different because charles made sure that whilst the stone was sapphire, he still made sure that there was an obvious engagement ring bling on the ring. just so it was obvious that it was an engagement ring. and not just a replacement for the one you already had because, that sapphire ring hadn't broke. it was just being replaced for the real deal.

and, of course, charles didn't really need max's opinion on the actual ring itself, he just needed the help in figuring out what stone and whether it was emerald or sapphire. so, when max helped him in figuring it out by asking him if there was a specific stone that you wore more often then the other, that was when it clicked in his head on the stone of choice.

"max...thank you for coming with me and helping me. i'm glad you were able to come with me even though we're supposed to be doing interviews and content," charles thanked the red bull driver, pure sincereity seeping from not just his words but his body language

and max smiled, "my pleasure charles and, don't be thanking me. it was an honour to help you find the right one for y.n," max replies, not stopping himself from hugging the ferrari racer this time. making the brunette sincerely chuckle, he welcomed the hug wonderfully

feeling pride and like an older brother to the slightly younger driver (they grew up doing karting and then obviously, f1 together), max couldn't help the urge of a sudden flood of tears that had started to well up in his eyes as the two racers reached the car.

the one

"...hey guys, what are you all doing on the 30th of june?" charles asks, completely out of nowhere since it was another meaningless day in the paddock

"that's like, nine months away, you really think i plan that far in advance, charles?" kelly questions, nevertheless, checking her calender in her phone at the same time, her concentration from max fleeting for just a second

"to be fair, i was not expecting that reaction," you smiled devishly, clearly hiding something, smiling at charles, "let's go once more and if they don't get this, i think i'm just gonna throw it at them. kelly, rebecca, lily, kika and heidi, would you like to be my bridesmaids?"

just when you thought you were going to have the throw the ring at them, a delayed and very loud gasp falls through the room as everyone turns to stone. it's lily that is the first one to regain her composure, "wait, what are you saying?"

with a joking roll of your eyes, you hold up your left hand and wriggle your fingers...oh and the new, upgraded sapphire engagement ring, "aren't you gonna ask where i got the new upgraded sapphire ring from?" you pretty much cackle like an evil witch, surprisingly enjoying the reactions

max then stands up, since it was clear not even word champion max had anything to do and pushed his chair away, "you actually did it?" he was soft in his question to charles

"i did it," the brunette nods, his smile wider than ever before if possible

"you've broken the grid, charles," kelly chuckles, looking all around her to see everyone still frozen in their tracks on the floor or their seats

however, not for long as lily, kelly, kika, rebecca and heidi jump out of their seats and rush over to you, "why didn't you tell us the second you asked her, charles?! of course...of course i'm free that day and even if i'm not i'll make myself be free! and excuse me, how dare you ask me to be your bridesmaid with the insinuation that i'd say no, I'D LOVE to be your bridesmaid!"

nearly toppling over you, lily smashes into you for a hug as you couldn't help the laugh that erupts from your throat. after lily's over the top reaction, the grid and max stood up out of their own seats or off the floor and also crowded around you and charles. of course then came all the congratulatory hugs and face squishes and wanting to take a closer look at the upgraded sapphire engagement ring.

and, obviously, the next day during the actual race and then actually the next couple of weeks, the wags and the grid starts to bring in little cakes and muffins and things to keep the celebrations of the new formula 1 engagement up and continuing. because, now that the engagement had happened, that meant it was now time to plan the wedding. but, you and charles didn't care, you just loved that after waiting for so long, the grid and wags that is, they finally got their moment to celebrate their two little f1 babies get engaged because not only were you even more in love with your now fiancé but you just felt like you were being attacked with love at every angle and you loved it and you embraced it.

oh, and remember that bet that was going around? yeah, it was actually max that won all of them so, he got all of the money. shockingly, he managed to correctly predict the exact date of the proposal without even being given the date from charles. because, even though max helped charles in figuring out the ring was a sapphire and not an emerald, that didn't mean he asked nor was given any other information about the day of the proposal. only that the ring was a sapphire so, it was pretty funny and a shock to the system that max predicted the exact date without knowing it. and he didn't get the day before or the day after, he got the exact date on the dot. for a while, certain people on the grid and wags were a bit suspicious (danny, heidi and lando) but a couple of days later and they just found it amusing and amazing that max was such an amazing predicter as well as formula 1 driver. to the point that he was then asked to predict the day that the bachelorette party was going to be on. but, that was obviously when max drew the line as everyone was needed for whatever it was that they were even needing at the paddock on the day before a race after they had done everything they needed to do. because, f1 and grand prix's unfortunately doesn't stop just because an f1 driver and his girlfriend get engaged.

fin

this was so much fun to rewrite and reformat into an f1 version and i think i'll be doing a lot more of these 5 + 1 formats a lot because i really enjoy this format and writing these.

©⠀amberjazmyn's original work. do not translate or steal any of my fics. 2024

#formula one #fluff #charles leclerc x fem!reader #f1 grid x platonic!reader #perhaps one day #no other trigger warnings

170 notes · View notes

adventuringblind · 2 years ago

Note

Hi! Just wanted to say I love your x blind! reader pieces as a fellow visually impaired F1 fan! It makes me feel so seen. I would love to see more with any driver, but it would be cool to see more of Max or Charles with the blind sister. :)

Saftey Hazard

Oscar Piastri x Verstappen Reader

Genre: fluuuuufffff

Summary: Max volunteers a car to teach his sister how to drive. But Oscar is the one giving the lesson.

Warnings: dont try this at home? I definitely would.

Notes: reminder the blindness is a spectrum! Everybody is different!!

Masterlist

One thing about being blind is the lack of driving. It's like having an aspect of freedom ripped away. Something that other kids get to do while you're stuck being driven everywhere. The feeling of burdening other people with the constant need always exhausting.

Unless your name name is Max Verstappen. His sisters chauffer. He drives her everywhere she wants to go without hesitation or question.

In return, she comes to all his races, diligently uses her cane (even when she hates it) and listens for all the gossip. Her ears are amazing, and Max likes to use it to his advantage.

Then along came Oscar. It was inevitable that they would meet because he is Lando's teammate and Lando is Max's best friend. Similarly, her and the Brit are in cahoots to make Max fess up to Charles. There is a betting pool and everything.

She met Oscar while out clubbing. An activity that usually led to either Lando or Max going home not sober. Tonight, they would both be intoxicated because Oscar had offered himself up as the designated driver.

Sober conversations in a club with someone is an odd concept to her, considering the world she lives in.

Long story short: Her and Oscar got together before Max and Charles (much to Lando's dismay as he now owes her money).

Now, Max had been very clear that it is unsafe for her to drive. Which is true, considering she can't see much of the road let alone the cars around her. However, if the case arose where she could drive around an open track then he would provide a car if necessary.

She manages to crack Christian into making it a media thing. Perfect for the Press, give them something to chew on for a while maybe. If being a sacrificial lamb to the internet is what lets her drive, then so be it.

They do it in Austria around the Red Bull Ring. Max deemed this the best spot because of the long straight.

Even better: They've managed to convince McLaren to let their drivers join them for the occasion. Mostly because Max didn't want to be in a car with her driving, so Lando offered to teach then torcher his rookie teammate by letting his blind girlfriend drive as fast as the car will let her around the track.

Lessons go well. She's a quick study, and Lando, despite his chaotic nature, is a good teacher. Of course, it helps that she's driving an automatic, but she has a led foot like Max and wants to go as fast as possible.

After an hour, Lando gets out of the car. He's laughing like a maniac because he has no idea how well this is going to go. She may be driving an average car, but it certainly doesn't feel like it is with someone who can't see behind the wheel.

Oscar slides into the passenger seat and peers over at the female. She's vibrating with excitement. Despite the helmet, he can see the smile in her eyes.

"I have a feeling you're going to scare me and you're going to love it."

"Do you not trust me?" She feigns. Fake hurt dripping from her tone.

"Not in a car, no."

"I feel so loved."

With Oscar secured in the vehicle, she slams the gas pedal. Oscar doesn't make any noise if he's startled.

Actually, he barely makes noise at all. Aside from casually commenting every now and then on how she takes a turn. Sometimes, he makes her laugh with his commentary and usual deadpan humor.

When they do eventually step out of the the car, Oscar looks smitten. Heart eyes at his lover while they discuss how she did.

"I think I could race."

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting you anywhere near a supercar, let alone a formula one car." Oscar gives her a very serious look.

"You didn't seem scared at all!"

"Oh, that was terrifying, but I thought if I showed you I was scared, it might freak you out." He explains. Her mouth drops open in Suprise.

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult."

"How about we say, 'I love you' instead and be grateful everyone involved is uninjured."

533 notes · View notes

interlagostrack · 4 months ago

Text

my ranking of the 2025 f1 lineups

ferrari - hamilton/leclerc there isn't much to explain here: lewis is the best and most complete driver to ever compete in f1, and even if he is not at his best, he's still better than the rest of the grid and that's it. charles is exceptional and with a little bit of luck and a car he can trust, he can prove once and for all he is the best driver of his generation.

mclaren - norris/piastri as much as it pains me to admit it, right now, mclaren is the strongest team on the grid. i always liked oscar, i know he is an amazing driver and i think lando turned out better than i expected this year (he still needs to mature a bit). both lack consistency tho.

redbull - verstappen/lawson i put them in 3rd place because yeah, we know if max has a fast car he can (put the other drivers on the wall and) deliver some results. i'm curious how they'll be this year, since they lost some key players last year, especially newey. i don't think lawson will be too hot, he might be just the next driver to have his career ruined by rbr.

mercedes - russell/antonelli i honestly believe george is one of the fastest drivers on the grid and he's also a clean driver who's not afraid to take risks BUT i don't trust mercedes to develop a car that's consistently fast (especially without lewis' input). kimi is a prodigy but i fear toto is screwing up his career by making him skip f3 and not letting him do another year of f2. his 2024 was of highs and lows and he would probably benefit of more time, but oh well

williams - albon/sainz here we have two reasonably good drivers on a reasonably good team and that's it?. like, i don't mean to be offensive, but i look at this team and all i think of is "mid" (and that if williams manages to give them a decent car and they manage to not crash every couple of laps)

haas - ocon/bearman i really like this duo! esteban is one of my favorite drivers and i do hope he finally has an opportunity on a team that supports him and recognizes his talent. oli already proved he is talented enough with all the times he was called to replace a driver last year, and i think a midfield team will be better for his first full season than the pressure that will come antonelli's way.

sauber - hulkenberg/bortoleto as much as it pains me to admit, hulk had a pretty interesting season last year (in parts thanks to kmag, but i do admit he is a better driver this time around) and i like gabi, i think he has a lot of potential to develop on a midfield team, without so much pressure and he will benefit from a more experienced teammate (even if i think it will be a miracle if they manage to score points any time this year).

aston martin - alonso/stroll ok, so hear me out: i don't think lance is a disgrace to motorsports, as most fans like to make of him AND i don't think alonso is god's gift to f1 either. to me, lance is a pretty average driver, with some good moments, and alonso is an okay driver that got luck with his 2 titles and somewhow convinced the media he is a genius. at least lance seems like a nice guy. i don't think newey is enough to save this team btw and i don't care too much about them

racing bulls - tsunoda/hadjar i don't have much of an opinion on hadjar and i think yuki is too good for this team and he will crush another teammate. i also think we should give yuki a gun and let him alone with marko for 15 minutes.

alpine - gasly/doohan this will be a shit show, both are good drivers but i think there will be too much drama behind the scenes and not enough results on track because the car won't be good enough.

literally no one asked me, but i'd love to hear other opinions so my ask is open or whatever

#f1 #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #oscar piastri #geroge russell #kimi antonelli #esteban ocon #oliver bearman #nico hulkenberg #gabriel bortoleto #yuki tsunoda #pierre gasly

45 notes · View notes

superm4ks · 5 months ago

Note

https://x.com/_allthatglitz/status/1865767505974960216 these charles fans need a wake up call. like are they not familiar with idk cota 2018? p18 to p2? no sc? one second away from the lead? max been delivering these kind of performances since he was a 20 year old like... he is not HIM..

Here's the twt for ref. Dont usually reply to asks about 'controversial' f1twt nonsense because like .. there's a reason p0sts like these are contained to Elons stanford experiment but I am familiar wid this person and wud like to discuss her twt further because I find it very puzzling and telling of something some sharl fans shud prolly work up the courage to confront and then like. Find peace or whtvr

Sara here a sharl fan like me. Theres a lot she believes about his qualities as a driver that I do as well. Shes fully convinced he cud be a multiple wdc winner, as am I, and that its a matter of car and personnel for it to happen. Nothing that he lacks has to do wid his lack of legacy so far. I agree wid all of that. So when I saw ur ask and read that twt my first reaction wasnt to be angry just . Puzzled. For somebody whos obvi such a strong believer in sharls' skill to think that a race like Abu Dhabi has anything to do wid Brazil.. How shud I put this, its kind of insulting. To Sharl. Like if u think these drives are in any way comparable that says more about u think Sharls limits are than what makes a drive 'the best'. Sharl hasnt had the machine, the pressure, the conditions or the narrative to complete a turn around like Brazil. But lets put Max's Brazil aside for now, and focus on Abu Dhabi, since thats whats being claimed as the performance that 'stole the race of the season'.

Ferrari arrived in Yas Marina ready to make a final stand, and , extraordinarily, still showing the pace to do so. Mclarens setup was akin to a sentient Dyson wid evil powers, but Ferrari had 2 drivers wid strong AD precedents and Mclaren , wid all due respect, pistachio my most beloved, did not. After dominating fp1, it became evident in fp2 something was wrong wid car 16, and it was announced he wud take a 10 place grid drop to fit a new battery in his horse for quali. The sole vaccinated cavallino on track, Carlos, managed a p4 in the final practice session. It was safe to assume Carlos wud make the front row in quali and sharl wud join him comfortably and begin his hunt from p10. They had a shot. Then sharl missed it. Mclaren completed the front row lockout, Sharls lap time got deleted for track limits in q2 after topping the charts and he never had the chance to disrupt papaya dominance in q3. Out of position, wid a new battery and a teammate in p2 who wud never catch the mcl38 in clean air, that was it. Sharl began the race wid imo the finest first lap of his career, sublime braking and steering into p8. From that point forward, the race was his to manage, and he did so brilliantly. Both horses took advantage of the 1st lap chaos in different ways, but while Carlos' delta to Lando meant he never did the 1 single overtake that actually mattered, Sharls delta to everyone else meant he overtook like 1 car per lap except the 1 that shud have been his to take but couldn't. As he reached George, he undercut the Mercedes, slot into fourth and waited for Lewis to pit. In the end, if Sara wants to bow to that I'll bow wid the bitch no problem. A perfectly executed race, well managed, 16 positions gained, a podium finish. Bend over, ass out, for sure. Again, I beg we remain focused on Abu Dhabi tho. So lets straighten our backs and really look at it. The 2nd fastest car qualified p19 thru driver error and made up 16 places. He finished 25 seconds behind his teammate, who in turn finished 6 seconds behind Lando. In its usual one stopper bore fest, once Lando's mcl38 bolted those hards on low fuel, as a distinguished 2024 ptsd riddled verstappie connoisseur, i knew Carlos hopes to win were dead and buried. Why they didnt just use the pit window to put Carlos on mediums and let him off into the sunset I'll never kno, but thats neither here nor there. Ferrari lost the wcc by the smallest margin since F1 started giving out points for race winners like candy ((25 instead of 10)). 14 points between both teams. Sharl definitely didnt lose Ferrari the wcc. This my analysis of his Abu Dhabi. Sara is very into having Opinions so I'm sure shes got her fair share on my take of those quali consequences, but they did matter. Just like lap 1 incidents matter. Like pace advantage matters. Like DRS matters. Abu Dhabi has 2 DRS zones along 2 straight lines, the point on any track where the sf-24 always finds lap time. One of Sara's arguments is that Abu Dhabi, unlike Interlagos, does not favor comeback drives and thats 1 of the reasons Sharls drive was more impressive than Brazil. .. 🫥 .. In 2021 Yas Marina went thru a series of changes including aforementioned DRS zones and faster corners. Chicanes 5 and 6 were turned into a single wider hairpin, specifically to promote more overtaking, where interestingly enough sharl went outside 4 cars before entering the DRS all the way to t9 in his quest to p4.

Comparing Sharl's Abu Dhabi to Max's Brazil is already extremely odd, but doing so to hype up this season's Abu Dhabi OVER Brazil's in a rage batey type of p0st that included the sentence 'no SC, no particular car advantage, no rain' was so fucking deranged even coming from f1twt I was kinda fascinated and HAD to investigate. I think the reason she felt the need to say all that was because 1) seasons over and they lost the wcc and I think we're all allowed 1 insane take for the Troubles 2) theres 0 to no chance Max's performance in Brazil will be replicated in our lifetime, because Interlagos was not Max's 'best race of the season', it was one of the best drives in Formula 1 history. If ur a sharl fan, and ur next teammate is Lewis Hamilton, I think perhaps a drive like Abu Dhabi's race where sharl was virtually flawless and displayed his potential to the fullest, is something u have to shove next to Brazil, because otherwise you've got nothing. Yet. YET. Thats what bothers me sm wid these fake ass marc herve fans, is that by saying shit like this, by comparing an exemplary comeback stint in Abu Dhabi to a drive that redefined the limits of whats possible to do on a wet track and flipped the odds on a championship title at the same time, they're saying sharl isnt capable of anything remotely close to that. Now I'm not sure what Sara's standards for sharl are, but they sure as fuck arent the same as mine. I think Sharls 2025, like 2024, 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, will be an improvement. If its Max hes meant to dethrone, then as a verstappie theres nothing more I yearn than to c how it happens. If its Lewis, the feelings the same. When u trust ur dogs to bite, u dont need to put up signs. People will know because they growl. My sharl bares teeth.

Back to my og point. Verstappen's 2024 has nothing to do wid sharl's 2024. Sharl accomplished so many beautiful things in 2024. Conquered Monaco, Monza, delivered great wheel, worked thru a rough path and became one of the season's most consistent performers, went h2h for constructors till the very end in a car that only became competitive halfway into the season. Focus on that, relish in that p3, the potential of that development, Lewis' hiring and the power he brings, the challenge, the potential start of an undeniable legacy for both, or maybe just 1. Max's 2024 doesnt fit in any of this. Brazil had nothing to do wid any of this. Release yourself from the clutches of a mold that cant be replicated because the child it came out broke it at 17. Sharl is not Max, and thats fine, he'll be something else. Maybe better, maybe not. Arent u excited to find out. Wouldst u want to live deliciously instead of angering Max fans on twt because ur jealous they already do

#ask #long post #disk horse #I thought about censoring the user but like clearly user wants the sm0ke yk #have fun wid the sm0ke glitz diva #this more about like a general issue wid these type of takes than like op in particular lmfao #abu dhabi gp 2024 #brazil gp 2024 #off season

40 notes · View notes

mirrorball-leclerc · 1 year ago

Text

big reputations - part eight

series masterlist // previous // next

charles leclerc i've decided that this week i will be driving like a menace.

daniel ricciardo i see track terror is making a comeback this week.

max verstappen no more inchidents please.

charles leclerc mate let it go already. it's been over 10 years.

max verstappen admit you pushed me into that puddle and i'll let it go!

oscar piastri i see why the entire internet is convinced you two are secretly dating

charles leclerc excuse me? max verstappen they're what? sabrina carpenter lestappen is lestappening

daniel ricciardo to be fair, they think k-mag and nico are in love with each other, have been since the whole 'suck my balls' thing

daphne jones didn't we have this conversation already?

max verstappen that was in the other group chat

sabrina carpenter YOU HAVE A GROUP CHAT WITHOUT US? THIS IS TREASON!

oscar piastri OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

charles leclerc THIS IS TREACHEROUS!

daphne jones oh grow up, it was started before you three were even in the picture. we don't use it much these days.

sabrina carpenter good. otherwise i'd throw a fit.

max verstappen don't you always?

sabrina carpenter i will make your life miserable verstappen

max verstappen you already do by existing every day.

lando norris MR. RICCIARDO ARE YOU OR ARE NOT A MASTERMIND?! THE TWITTER GIRLIES WANT TO KNOW!!

daniel ricciardo the hell are you talking about lando?

pierre gasly so you saw the same twitter thread i did?

max verstappen i completely forgot daphne had performed at the 2016 austin grand prix.

lewis hamilton huh that did happen

lando norris DANIEL ARE YOU A MASTERMIND?

logan sargeant was going to ask why but then i realized what the song is about.

mark webber i don't get it? what's the song about?

oscar piastri forgive him, he's uncultured.

mark webber that's it, no more sabrina time for you. oscar piastri sabrina said you can't separate siblings. tell him charles! charles leclerc yeah! what she said! lando norris wait a fucking minute, are you all together right now?

carlos sainz is that family thing working for you guys?

max verstappen it actually is. you should've seen the group chat after texas.

max verstappen on second thought maybe not. daniel ricciardo yeah, that's not a good idea. oscar piastri things were said by sabrina. charles leclerc well when you say it like that you make it sound bad. nothing bad was said, they're being dramatic. although, she might be in love with fernando daniel ricciardo you do remember the spa inchident don't you? alex albon they call him fernando rizzlonso

lando norris renamed daniel ricciardo

mastermind hilarious lando. truely.

lando norris you never confirmed or denied it. i took matters into my own hands.

pierre gasly question for sabrina, how does one get a song like nonsense written about them?

sabrina carpenter what an odd question pear gasly, i'd say by dating a singer? which is better for me because that way i can steal your girlfriend with no obstacles.

aelx albon she's a menace.

max verstappen THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!

oscar piastri it's not that great of a song. i don't get the hype?

sabrina carpenter added one person

sabrina carpenter oscar's been disowned. he didn't know the words to love story.

charles leclerc max doesn't either?

oscar piastri what the hell are you talking about sabrina?

sabrina carpenter i saw that mclaren video.

daphne jones it's one song sabrina, let it go. this is not going to turn into another spa situation.

yuki tsunoda excuse me while i go scream into the void

logan sargeant wait for me! lance stroll and me!

lando norris daniel probably

sabrina carpenter lando with all of his teammates

lando norris man fuck you sabrina

carlos sainz what's the spa situation?

daphne jones you don't want to know, trust me. oscar piastri for your sanity, you don't want to know. daniel ricciardo please don't get her started again.

sabrina carpenter mr. sainz, you truly do not want to get me started. as i said before, i may not have been present for spa but i can and will bite ankles for oscar.

mastermind so who's free to go to daphne's concert in argentina on the 11th?

lando norris SIGN ME TF UP!!

yuki tsunoda I'M IN!

alex albon depends, can i bring lily?

mastermind of course! - sabrina mastermind that's my wife! - sabrina

logan sargeant ready to dance along to the fearless era

mastermind bold of any of you to think you have a choice. I EXPECT ALL OF YOU THERE! - SABRINA

mastermind love the name btw - sabrina

charles leclerc to quote sabrina, "i expect ass shaking for vigilante shit."

oscar piastri dear i god i hope none of you do that.

lando norris well now i'm going to.

sebastian vettel well she's certainly something.

max verstappen she's a menace.

lewis hamilton huh, sounds like someone back in 2016 to 2018. max verstappen YOU TAKE THAT BACK! lewis hamilton i don't think i will

mastermind JUSTICE FOR ABU DHABI 2021 - SABRINA

oscar piastri she just likes to stir the pot.

mark webber sounds like someone else and the infamous alpine tweet.

oscar piastri okay, that was one time.

esteban ocon argentina right before vegas? doesn't seem like a good idea to me but i'm in.

lando norris BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!

jenson button so is daniel dating daphne or not?

mastermind that's a secret i'll never tell - xoxo gossip girl.

alex albon something is brewing i can feel it.

taglist: @glow-ish @agustdpeach @msolbesg @spilled-coffee-cup @1nt3rnetgf @six-call @smol-scream @fernandoswarcrimes @arieltwvdtohamflash @Mimolovescookies @brekkers-whore @camdensreg @mycenterfold @dear-fifi @chiliwhore @tygecjjd @cataf1 @nothaqks @caipng @nataliambc @formulaal @prongsvault @kaa212 @anxxiousaries @julesbabey1 @julesbabey @georgeparisole @hobiismyhopeu @melissayalene @nikfigueiredo

strikethrough means i couldn't tag you

¡leclerc-s speaks! i’m back for 2024! i tried something different for this chapter and i think i liked it so i'm going to change it for all of the other parts, which is going to be a bitch because it's gonna take forever. it's also not that big of a change but i think it makes a difference.

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

#leclerc-s #big reputations series #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x female oc #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

165 notes · View notes

valyrfia · 2 years ago

Note

I am VERY skeptical about the RBR Charles thing but they (see: Charles, RBR personell of all kinds) keep being SO WEIRD AND SUSPICIOUS about it

Yep yep yep. I go through cycles of being completely convinced and then calling myself delusional, but the fact remains that Max changed his tune on being teammates with Charles recently, Charles keeps talking about Max in interviews praising BOTH his performance and the car, Christian Horner is posting Max and Charles on Instagram as is the RBR account. I genuinely believe Red Bull are at LEAST trying to seriously poach him.

I'm still unsure as to whether they're working towards 2024 or 2025 (as Red Bull have proven with the recent talks with Lando, they're more than happy to buy out someone's contract), but I am leaning more towards 2025, and I believe that Charles at RBR is a real, serious possibility in 2025. Let me explain why.

First, Checo still has a contract through 2024 and while Red Bull aren't always great with honouring contracts, I think the recent popularity and love they've witnessed first-hand for Checo in Texas and Mexico might change their mind on letting him go early. Ultimately, Red Bull Racing is marketing for Red Bull, and Checo obviously brings in sales in North America, and them mistreating Checo might lead to a sales dip in that region. This is why I think, despite the media frenzy, RBR are highly unlikely to drop Checo for 2024. There is no way that RBR is renewing Checo's contract, but at least he can see it out and they can part ways without much damage to either of them at the end of the F1 2024 Season.

Charles's current contract with Ferrari is also up at the end of the 2024 season. Again, even though 2023 has been absolute dogshit for Charles and Ferrari, I don't see that contract ending early. For one, Charles has apparently been promised that the 2024 car will be developed according to his needs and preferences, and it is ridiculous to leave a team who has made you that promise, even if that team is as flakey as Ferrari. I think Charles is waiting to see if the team does change in 2024 before he pushes for contract renewal. It's important to note here that contrary to popular opinion, I believe the ball is completely in Charles's court here when it comes to renewal. He is the Ferrari golden prince, he is Ferrari in a way that no driver really ever has been before, I think it was evident in Monza this year most of all. Carlos drives for Ferrari, and Charles is Ferrari and you could see it in the way that the tifosi treated them. They love Carlos, they adore and worship Charles. This is how Charles managed to convince them to build a car for him in 2024, and it's how I believe Charles is putting off the contract negotiations. This is a key point. Carlos's extended media team and family have complained several times about Carlos not being able to begin contract negotiations because of Charles in some way and Ferrari unwilling to negotiate with Carlos until they've settled Charles (I think this is due to the fact that they only intend to keep one of them and they'd like it to be Charles, but that's an essay for another day). So Charles has himself in a position where he doesn't have to commit to the team unless he sees that it is going to grow in the way he wants it to.

To quote Charles, "I view it in a way that whenever I won’t believe in the project anymore, that probably will be the time when I’ll have to go away. Because it’s in these kinds of situations that you don’t get the best out of yourself, that you don’t help the team as much as it needs to be helped. But this is definitely not the case at the moment. I believe in the project as much as I’ve ever believed in the project before. Especially since Fred arrived. So for now it’s clear. Then it’s also clear that I want to win. But I believe in this project and I’m sure we are working in the right direction.”

So maybe 2024 happens and Ferrari brings a championship-contender car, in which case Charles signs with Ferrari, they get rid of Carlos and probably bring in Alex Albon as a n2.

But I'm not interested in that outcome, I'm interested in what is (in my mind anyway) the far more likely outcome, sheerly due to money and Ferrari internal politics (which again, whole other essay!) which is that nothing really changes for the better at Ferrari. Maybe Charles gets a win by sheer luck and a slightly better car, but overall the strategy continues to not favour him, and Charles in general loses faith in what he refers to as the project. And we know from Charles himself that when this happens, this is when he goes away.

So I've presented an argument for why Red Bull are going to let Checo see out his contract, I've presented a strong possibility for why Charles might be looking to leave Ferrari at the end of 2024. Now I'm going to try and convince you of why out of all the options it'll be Charles joining Red Bull.

First of all, from Charles's point of view regarding teams. I'm going to rule out Alpha Tauri, Haas, Williams, Alfa Romeo, and Alpine, either because they're junior teams or I don't see them willing to fork over huge amounts of money to get Charles onboard. This leaves Mercedes, McLaren, Aston Martin, and Red Bull.

Out of all the non RBR options, I'd say that Mercedes is the most likely, but both their drivers are signed until 2025. There is always a possibility that Lewis Hamilton decides its time to leave the sport and buys himself out of his own contract, but I think that's not likely to happen next year.

Similar to Mercedes, both McLaren drivers are signed until at least 2025 and both look likely to honour that contract. Red Bull have tried to poach Lando multiple times, and Lando doesn't seem too keen on it yet, so we can assume that he intends to at least see his current contract out. Aston Martin is slightly trickier because I see them as being willing to fork over the millions needed to get Charles Leclerc to drive for them, but on the other hand they don't look close to producing a championship car, and Charles Leclerc is not switching away from Ferrari to not win a championship.

So, this leaves RBR as Charles's best destination for 2025 were he to leave Ferrari. Not only do they have a seat opening up, but they also have shown themselves capable of constructing recent championship-winning cars, and outclass every other team almost every weekend on strategy at the moment. Now that we've established that Charles's team of choice would be RBR, the final point of the argument has to be establishing why Charles would be RBR's driver of choice over let's say, Lando or Daniel.

To me the answer is simple, as so eloquently illustrated by my great friend and scholar Nat (@tsarinablogs) in her The PR of Lestappen in 2023 Essay (also known as Lestappen Gate 2023), Charles is not just good at PR, he's brilliant, and Red Bull isn't a racing company, it's a marketing venture. Having Charles on board would be their greatest asset and Charles has done much to make himself desirable, from being personable in almost all fan interactions to building a solid digital following, to being sometimes sneaky and subliminal with his sponsorship messaging (him always putting on APM Monaco immediately after a race, even before the podium and interviews, hell even Charles and Privateplanegate yesterday), to signing with a literal US entertainment agency. I cannot stress enough how the timing of the WME signing is not accidental, this is Charles making himself be seen as a highly desirable PR asset. Charles has the second highest following on social media out of any current driver, second to only 7 TIME WDC WINNER LEWIS HAMILTON. That sort of audience, and the kind of exposure it can bring to your team and your brand is insane.

Also, as an addendum to Nat's essay using something she herself brought up to me yesterday: any PR for RBR is good PR because it means that Red Bull as a concept is sticking around in people's heads, which means they're more likely to notice and buy the drinks off the shelves. Extrapolating from this we can see that Red Bull signing Charles would ultimately be better marketing than Red Bull signing Lando just because of the absolute uproar it would cause. Whether you think that Red Bull saved Charles from Ferrari, or Charles betrayed Ferrari for Red Bull, or Charles saved himself from Ferrari, or Red Bull as the Big Evil Team poached the Prince of Ferrari, there's a compelling narrative in there and people will talk about it for years to come.

Finally, not to talk about the driving aspect of motorsports, but Charles is the best fit for Red Bull driving-wise as well. Him and Max have spoken in the past about how they both prefer very similar types of car (ie. strong oversteer, borderline undriveable to anyone else) which would make car development much easier for the team. Christian Horner has also been pretty candid about wanting two n1 drivers à la Lewis and Nico (although without the toxicity), and whether you believe that Charles matches Max in equal machinery or not, Charles's racing record is a lot stronger than Lando's or Dan's (the two other possible competitors for the RBR seat). Charles fits the bill, driver-profile-wise, of the complement to Max that Christian Horner is looking for.

So, long story short, I am watching Ferrari VERY closely these next few months. If the SF-24 doesn't make Charles happy, I am going to make a bold claim that we will see Charles Leclerc driving for Red Bull in 2025.

#charles leclerc #lestappen rbr #red bull racing #Lestappen Gate 2023 #lestappen #screwderia ferrari #anon #f1 essays

326 notes · View notes

landoom · 7 months ago

Text

F1 FANFICS REC LIST - Vampires

make me taste alive (3694 words) by to_unexplain_the_unforgivable Rating: Mature Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell Summary: Alex smiles, fangs full and curved, almost cutting into his lower lip.

oOoOoOo

When the blood is dripping (8248 words) by Lovely_Lotus Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “Sorry?” Oscar stares at him with a blank look. His cheeks are a pretty shade of cherry-red, meaning he fed recently. “I said,” Lando tries again, “that I’ve decided you’re not allowed to come ‘til you bite me.” In which Lando wants to find a way to get his vampire boyfriend to bite him. His plan? Denying Oscar an orgasm until he caves, of course.

oOoOoOo

Sweet Tooth (8248 words) by Anonymous Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Lando is ready to fistfight a vampire. Softly. With his lips.

oOoOoOo

take me now in the dark (1345 words) by princessrosberg Rating: Explicit Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: Charles is in heat. His silly little vampire teammate is more than happy to help.

oOoOoOo

your blood is the sourest nectar (2157 words) by autismcoded Rating: Mature Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: The fire crackling in the fireplace has begun to feel scorching, warming the air to an uncomfortable point. He can tell that Carlos had left the fire burning for this long on purpose, to make Oscar squirm. He doesn’t like to be dramatic, but with his hands in Carlos’ lap, and the burn of shame in his throat from tearing away from his touch, he feels as if he’s dying.

oOoOoOo

a lifetime doesn't always mean forever (2468 words) by boxboxbaby Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Oscar is a vampire, Lando isn't. Lando wants Oscar to turn him into a vampire, but Oscar isn't sure if he can maintain his composure and is afraid he might kill Lando in the process.

oOoOoOo

vampire kisses (8873 words) by onboardsora Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/Daniel Ricciardo Summary: Lewis' new boyfriend Daniel is a vampire. That's it, that's the tweet.

oOoOoOo

Vampiresarereal.net (2692 words) by starhoneyy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell, Lewis Hamilton/George Russell Summary: Alex is convinced that George's new boyfriend is a vampire: The 3 times he's wrong plus the one time he semi-isn't.

oOoOoOo

starving faithful (2541 words) by insanedevotion Rating: Mature Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Lando, dizzyingly, licks his lower lip, then bites down on it. Oscar's terrible, starving brain thinks of other things he could bite down on. "You could—" Lando starts, stops, still hesitant, still sweet, "you could bite? Me?" Oscar stares at him, shock stilling his body until he's no longer shaking. "What," he says, incredulous, which Lando seems to take as encouragement for some reason.

oOoOoOo

Burning flame (3589 words) by Nearmike Rating: Explicit Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen Summary: The alpha hadn't answered, a request had stuck on the tip of his tongue, maybe George had expected that question but still didn't dare to ask it -Max- George had said seriously as he looked at him with those piercing eyes -Do you want me to bite you while we have sex?-

oOoOoOo

sink your teeth into me (4801 words) by nyoomfruits Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, background Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo Summary: “Yeah,” Oscar says, shrugs. “Would be better if it wasn’t so fucking orange, though.” “Oscar,” Lando tuts, heading for the door, back to his own driver’s room. “Where’s your team spirit.” “Dead,” Oscar says, small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, gesturing at the orange coffin as if to say ‘get it?’.

oOoOoOo

i've tasted blood (and i want more) (5624 words) by nyoomfruits Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. “You know what I mean, you dickhead!” “Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.” “God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”

MASTERPOST

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 rpf #f1 fic rec #f1 rpf fic #fic rec #rec list #fic rec list

31 notes · View notes

letswrites · 10 months ago

Text

C.L- Never be the same

Masterlist

Synopsis

Collaborative playlist

Chapter 1 everybody, let's get into this!!! Enjoy :)

---------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 1: A girl with hazel eyes and a hand full of scars

May, 2023

York Veterinary Center, NYC, USA

"You need some break from this!" Heidi said bending over the receptionist's counter "I don't have time for a break" she said while signing a few records "I bet you have you just don't want to" She sighed and stared at her "Probably you have a lot of doctors here. You work a lot and I am one hundred percent you can take a break for a whole week if you asked to. You just don't want to delegate" "What can I do in my time off?" "Don't you have any hobbies, family or friends?" "I have. I have time for them on the weekends" "What about a trip? I know you like the French Riviera" she looked out of nowhere with a dreamy expression on her face "Yes, Monaco personally" "See? Talk to your boss, take a a few days off, go to Monaco" "Nah, I would need to save some money for it" she thought a little "So come to Miami with me" "Miami?" "Yes" "What do you have to do in Miami?" "Go to the beach, watch Miami Heat play, watch Formula 1" "Formula 1" she always forgets Heidi dates Daniel Riccardo "Do you like it?" her last ex was crazy about it. It have been 6 years since they broke up and she haven't seen one race since then "I haven't watched a grand prix for a while now" "Really?" "Yes. 6 years" "Wow. It's a lot" "Yeah. Is Daniel still racing?" "Not at the moment but he's Red Bull's reserve driver" "That's nice" Heidi disagreed with that "Did you attend a race already?" "Never" "Come with me then! I can get you a VIP pass with Dan" She actually missed watching the races and she always wished to go to watch one in person. It would also be expensive even with the tickets on Daniel but less than Monaco for sure "Alright, H, I go with you" "Really?!" "If I get the day off, yes" "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm so happy!" She jumped over her and hugged her friend "Okay, now let me work" "Alright"

...

May, 7th, 2023

Miami International Autodrome, Miami, USA

Charles was everything but satisfied with his position that weekend. Carlos started from 3rd position and him from 7th. What a good way to start a race. The thing that made him most angry was how could super Max win the damn race starting from 9th in the grid when he couldn't even gain one single position?! At least he maintained in 7th while his teammate lost 2 positions ending in 5th. Things were shady between the Ferrari's drivers that year. And the "crème de la crème" of the weekend was an annoying journalist wanting to talk to him at all costs

"Is it a good time?" It wasn't a good time, he hadn't stopped Super Max and he climbed the grid to get the pole. But even so, he smiled politely "Yes, sure" he wasn't convincing himself but seemed to convince the lady "Good! Charles, how do you feel?" Broken. Useless. "Not in my best mood, but... Looking forward to better days" "That's the spirit. Can we do something to up your mood?" Force Max to retire next season "Just keep supporting me, seriously, your love messages... Mean a lot to me" the interviewer opened a warm smile "You're lovely" he opened the same smile "I'm just being honest" and he was "would you like to make a retribution for a fan?" No! At least not right now. I was just hoping that you all would leave me alone to hate myself for the crap I'm feeling today "Sure" "Great! Please follow me" Nice! Now he had to relocate. "Wait here" she walked a few feet towards a tall man "Excuse me" She started. The man who was laughing with two girls turned to the lady who Charles knew as 'the interviewer' "Daniel Ric? Are you the fan of mine?" Daniel opened his big signature smile "No. I mean, I am but the surprise isn't for me but for this little one here" Daniel stepped to the side and showed a little girl, who was about 6 to 8 years old, wearing Ferrari's whole outfit. The journalist squatted and asked the girl "Hello. My name is Valeriana, I’m a journalist, do you want to meet my friend?" 'We are not friends' Charles thought. The kid nodded "Charles, would you like to join us?" "Sure!" he said shyly and the child tapped her mouth as she was meeting Santa "Oh, my God" he didn't know why but her reaction gave him the power he wanted back. He smiled and offered a hug to the little one, lifting her up with one arm only "I didn't know the fan was her. Could have warned me so I would have aligned my hair" he told Valeriana running his fingers on his hair, causing everyone to laugh "Hi, nice to meet you, princess" she was still the same way, frozen like a photograph "She's a shy lady, don't be offended" Daniel placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed lightly "Hi!" she said quickly just for him "Hi! How's your name?" he replied warmly, a smile on his face "Celeste" "That's a beautiful name. Is it French?" "Yes" "Nice to meet you, Celeste. I'm Charles" "You're amazing" "Do you think?" "Yes" "Well, thank you, Celeste. You're also amazing" she blushed, wishing to disappear "Would you like me to sign your cap?" "Please" "And take a picture?" she nodded affirmatively " Okay, let's do it. Will you take the picture, Dan?" "Sure!" Daniel grabbed Celeste's mother's cell phone and photographed them "There you go" "Does someone have a pen?” Charles asked. People started to look around for a black marker as if God had asked himself, and the first person who did it was a girl, one of the girls who was talking to Daniel when he first came to the scene "Here" she had a strong American accent and her hands had tons of scars. He didn't feel as hypnotized as he was at that moment in a while. She had brown, straight, short hair but long enough to be tied, hazel eyes, and light skin which he figured out was soft even with all the scars when his fingers brushed on hers at the moment he grabbed the marker "Thanks" she nodded. Charles placed Celeste on the ground and knelled to sign her cap and shirt "There you go, Celeste" she hugged him "Thank you!" he hugged "You're welcome" Then he stood up "Say goodbye to Charlie, Celeste" Daniel told her "Goodbye" he smiled, she was so cute "Bye bye" then she ran for her mother . "Thanks, Charles" "It was my pleasure" then he walked away from the journalist and walked towards the owner of the pen "Your pen, miss" "Thanks" she grabbed it quickly "Would you like me to sign something for you?" "No, thank you" "Or a picture?" "I'm good" Wow, she was tough "Do you know I..." "You're Charles Leclerc, I'm aware" "Oh... okay"' he coughed "Goodbye, then" "Goodbye" If little Celeste didn't appear to cheer up his day, he would be damned.

...

Later that day

"Come on, it will be funny. I promise" Lando threw an arm around Charles's neck and forced him to walk toward the club "Lando" the British man pretended he wasn't listening "Lando" he still didn’t give a shit "Lando!" Charles shouted. Lando stopped and the Monegasque got rid of him "What!? Don't want to have some fun?" "Lando..." "Even Max is here, mate!" he turned to where his friend was pointing. Max was holding hands with Kelly and right beside them Daniel holding hands with a blonde lady he assumed was his girlfriend and with them, the hazel eyes princess who caught his attention earlier that day "Look in my eyes and tell me you don't want to come with me. Do this and I'll let you go"

of course, he wanted now, his girlfriend probably wouldn't but he was not going to do anything wrong "You won. I'm joining you" Lando smiled "Yes! Let's go" and they walked into the club. Already inside the duo decided to split

"I'll have us some drinks, go dance" "Will you find me?" "Sure! Who else would dance so badly in this club?” Charles threw him a deadly look “I’ll call you if I don't, mate" "Alright" Lando made his way to the bar and Charles to the crowd. Maybe dancing made his mind off the championship. Even though his mind was already on something else, the tough girl with honey eyes and scared hands. Charles was so distracted that he bumped into Heidi "Sorry, miss." her drink spilled on the floor “I can pay you another drink” She turned to face him "It's fi... Charles!" he looked confused "Do we know each other?" "I'm Heidi" he still had no clue "I'm Daniel's girlfriend" "Dani Ric?" "Yes!" "Oh! Hi, it's nice to meet you" "Nice to meet you too. Hum... are you here alone?" "No! I am with Lando" "He's such a nice boy, isn't he?" "He is" they smiled politely to each other "You came with Daniel, right?" "Yes, he's looking for a restroom" "Good" "I also came with a friend, she went to the bar to find herself a drink" Heidi looked from above Charles' shoulder "Look her there" he turned to where she pointed "Apparently she found your friend too". Heidi's friend was the girl he was looking for and she was walking toward him, giggling with Lando Norris "Fuck, Lando! You promised it would be funny" Charles thought. "Hey, guys!" Lando started "Heidi! How long. How have you been?" "I'm good, thanks" "Where's Daniel?" "Bathroom" "Oh! Right" "I see you found my friend" "Yes, hum..." he turned to her "That's Charles" "I met him earlier today" "Hello again" "Hi" "Your drink, mate" "Thank you" "Wow, I can't go to the bathroom and you guys already start the party without me" Daniel came to break the tension of the moment "Hi, Daniel" Lando and Charles said in unison "Babe, let's dance" "Alright. See you guys around" Heidi and Daniel walked away from the trio. "Charles, do you mind if I take her to dance?" OF COURSE I MIND, MOTHERFUCKER! YOU HAVE THE WHOLE CLUB TO DANCE WITH AND YOU WANT TO TAKE THE GIRL I LIKE TO DANCE?! Charles thought without actually being able to say cause after all he was taken already "No, not at all" "Alright" Lando offered a hand to her "Shall we?" she giggled "Okay". Charles gave a big sip of his drink "How can she be interested in him and not me?" he sipped again "I might have offered her a drink instead of an autograph".

....

A few minutes later she was walking toward his direction again. He was sitting on the bench with his third drink. This time she was not with Lando "Hello again for the third time today" she smiled politely "Hi again for the third time on this da. Can I sit here?" "Yes, please" "Thanks" "Where is Lando?" "He went back to the bar" "And you rather sit here with me?" "He left his friend alone in a club. I felt bad for you" "I thought you didn't like me" "I don't dislike you. I just have empathy" "You're kind" she smiled, politely "Thank you" "So you don't hate me?" "You are just way too convinced in my opinion" "I'm not!" "You seemed to be" "I know. I was just trying to impress you" "You chose poorly, Mr Leclerc" "I thought so. Sorry" "It's okay" "Are you from Miami?" "New York" "And what are you doing here?" "Heidi invited me to watch the race. She says I work too much" "What do you work with?" "I am a veterinarian" "Wow. So you're very clever" "I am" "And that's why you have so many scars on your hand" "Why did you choose the profession?" "I always went along more with animals than humans" he laughed "Vous êtes drôle" "Merci. Mais je t'avais dit la vérité" "Parlez-vous français?!" "Oui. J'ai apprendré a l'école" "J'ai pensé que vous êtes française" "I'm not. I'm American" "Well, I like animals too" "Do you have a pet?" "Are you trying to get a new client?" "No" she said seriously "I am just trying to talk" "Okay" he sipped his drink again “I don't. "And you? Any pets?" Yes, a black cat. Her name is Sabrina" "How cute!" she grinned, shyly "I would like a turtle too but I live in an apartment in Brooklyn" he laughed "I already saw turtles in Monte Carlo" Her eyes brightened "Monaco?" "Yes. It's where I'm from" "I dream of visiting Monaco" "You would love it. It's... perfect. Even with all its imperfections" She could see how passionate he was about his home country "I believe" he looked at her and for the first time in the night their eyes met and they smiled at each other. But, of course, Lando had to break it "Your drink, lady" "Thanks" "Move" She sat in between Lando and Charles and the Monegasque swore he couldn't breathe. But at the same time he could breathe so perfectly cause his nostrils were happily filled with her scent, her perfume

"What were you guys talking about?" "Monaco. I dream of visiting it" "Do you know I live in Monaco?" "You are both lucky" "Maybe you could visit me one day" "What?!" the other two said in unison "I... I couldn't" "Why not? Is that about money? I can pay for everything for you" "No, Lando, I can't accept that. Especially that we just met" he smirked "So we should know each other mor" She blushed "Yeah, maybe" Charles just wanted to die.

...

About an hour and a half later Heidi and her friend decided to go back to the hotel

"Well, I am leaving now guys. Thanks for the night. I had a lot of fun" "My pleasure, lady" Lando kissed her hand, she giggled and Charles rolled her eyes "Mine too" the Monegasque added "May I have your phone number?" Lando asked "I don't think so" "Your socials maybe?" She chewed her inner cheek "Sure" he smiled "Great!" He opened Instagram and gave it to he, she tapped her account. Charles had an eye on it, trying to get the username without having to ask her or Lando but he didn't succeed "There you go" "Thanks! I DM you" "Alright. Hum... Bye then. Till another day, maybe" "Bye!" The F1 drivers said in unison. As soon as she turned her back, Charles glued his eyes on Lando's phone. Of course, it was a private account. He didn't have much time to see the username cause Lando already was reaching for another drink but he saw a lipgloss on the floor. Had she dropped it on purpose? It didn't matter. Charles just grabbed it and reached out for its owner “Hey!” She turned back “Your lipgloss” “Oh my God! Thank you! It's my favorite” “You’re welcome. Hum… can I also have your Instagram? So we can talk” “Sure! Give me your phone” he did “There you go. I am waiting for your text” “Okay” “Bye, Charles. Enjoy the rest of your evening” “Bye. You too” and that was it, the beginning of their story.

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc 16 #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc f1 #scuderia ferrari

30 notes · View notes

amberjazmyn · 6 months ago

Text

perhaps one day🫶

pairing : max verstappen x fem!reader

summary : five times the formula 1 grid think max verstappen has proposed to reader + the one time he actually has

warnings : literally none, it's fluff, it's cheese, it's cute and it's love. except for the occasional switch of point of views from using 'her' to 'you'

a/n : of course i had to do a version for my all time fave dutchman after the charles leclerc one!

one

daniel ricciardo, f1 driver for vcarb and former teammate of max verstappen was certain. absolutely sure, completely convinced that max, your boyfriend, popped the question. he was like, ten million percent sure. although he wasn't equipped with 'evidence' per se, he started to pick up what he thought were tell-tale signs that gave him the impression that max had put a ring on it.

the f1 driver was so sure of himself that he told charles leclerc and the mclaren drivers, lando norris and oscar piastri. telling them both that the proposal must have happened over their summer break. the break that, obviously, was never really a proper break.

"...just look at them you three! i swear to god, max has proposed!" daniel's giddy, watching the way you two were all over each other, speaking dutch to one another

"come on mate. you could be overreacting-"

"-in fairness, look at her left hand, she's clearly covering it. it has to be a ring!" lando inserts loudly, causing worry for the others, thinking you and max could have overheard

"and how would you know, lando?" oscar deadpanned, the other drivers eyes widening as lando chuckled

"isn't it obvious, oscar? her left hand is hidden because she wants to tell us rather than us finding it out beforehand or guessing," lando touches his nose which makes them all giggle

it wasn't until lando's own girlfriend, luisa, overheard the conversation walking past and shut down the rumours.

"jesus christ. you boys are crazy! the reason why she's hiding her left hand is because, if you guys really paid attention, you would know she has always rested her right hand over her left one. she isn't engaged and max hasn't proposed to her. you lot are crazy i swear," luisa chuckled, shaking her head which made daniel, charles and oscar huff in annoyance whereas lando just chuckles

it wasn't until after you and max finished chatting each other up in dutch that you realised that entire time, lando, oscar, daniel, charles and luisa had all been bickering. bickering about what they thought was your proposal that they had completely missed because it was done in secret.

in which, to clarify, did not happen. luisa was right, the 'tell' of you being engaged because you were hiding your left hand was false. you have always hidden your left hand by covering it with your right hand if you leave it resting on a table.

two

it was a wednesday, middle of the week and the abu dhabi grand prix had just finished. it had been a great result for your boyfriend max and red bull. not just a great result but life-changing result. max had won yet another championship, third year running in a year that was so dominant by red bull. yet, only one other driver, carlos sainz from ferrari, overtaking him and winning the singapore grand prix.

with charles leclerc of ferrari and george russel of mercedes in second and third position respectively. now, it was like they all deserved a full reset and rest now that the season was finally over for the year and a champion had once again been crowned. not just the top three on the podium but all the drivers. although max was on top of the word that he had once again taken champion and is normally always a little flustered, this wednesday, he was even more flustered then usual. it felt like he was running around monaco like a headless chicken looking for something in the printer in the apartment complex he lives in.

"hey, max, you okay? what are you looking for?" charles, who lives in the same apartment complex, questioned

"mijn goedheid my goodness...yeah...i'm taking y.n for a weekend trip and i printed off our booking for it but, i can't seem to find it now," he mutters quite sloppish, his english all over the place after muttering in dutch under his breath, continuing to look for it

"ay, that's exciting. where to, any particular reason why?" charles teases as he moves to lean against the wall

stopping his search for a second, max sighed in agitation, "switzerland cause i know she's always wanted to go back after we spent a day there a little while ago. i booked a little air bnb, i printed the booking info like moments ago and now i can't find it!" he was getting angrier, his accent really coming through and for once, charles didn't want to instigate him

charles smiles, noticing it was at a completely different printer, this booking info?" he says as he picks it up and hands it to the older driver who breaths a sigh of relief

"thank you, charles! i lov...you are my favourite person in the world right now other than y.n!" max thanks in english, feeling himself calm down which is when, of course, charles instigates him with hints of a marriage proposal

"sooo, with the holiday getaway this weekend, what's it for...you know, anything special other than just because y.n's wanted to return for ages?" charles teased as max turned back around and gave charles what would be classified as a "stank face"

"ummm, no...no...we're going because y.n's genuinely been wanting to go back to switzerland and i thought we have the time and the money so, we're going for the weekend...why are you asking?" max gave a look of confusion as charles just nodded his head in embarrassment

charles started backing away when max jogged after him, the booking for the holiday in his hands, "why are you asking, charles? please stop running away!" thankfully, charles hadn't run too far as he laughed slightly, obeying max's desperate plea

"ay, i just thought you guys were going to come back with a special announcement but, don't worry, it's clearly not that and i apologise for jumping to a conclusion that is obviously not happening. have a great holiday you two. make sure you send us some photos after knowing that you won't be texting or calling us at all," charles chuckled as that seemed to satisfy max and he smiled back, nodding

"will do, charles. the photos will be sent from y.n's phone not mine. have a good weekend yourself, don't do anything i wouldn't do," max smiled, his bag across his shoulder as charles smiled back

"i will, thanks. see you for the awards night!" charles chuckles as max nodded his head before leaving whilst charles didn't

and that was because, hidden away behind the red bull garage wall where charles was leaning against, was lando, oscar and daniel, all waiting to see if charles got the information about the "proposal".

"and, charles? what did he say? will there be a ring on y.n's finger when they come back?" lando tried, a look of hope in his eyes as max just shook his head, daniel chuckling

"no, sorry guys. just a holiday to switzerland because y.n wanted to visit again. and, before you ask, yes, i did subtly ask but, no, there will be no ring on her finger when they get back..." charles trailed off as lando groaned in annoyance as the other drivers' eyes grew wide in shock

"...oh come on! i really thought it would be this time!" lando was truly devastated that his best friend wouldn't be getting proposed to as the others, again, giggled

"sorry buddy but, i think mr red bull is waiting for a specific day if he has even thought about it," daniel shrugged as charles nodded his head and left the red bull garage, leaving oscar and lando with one last thing

"and if he is, we shouldn't be pushing it or hounding him over it. he'll do it when they are both ready for it!" daniel says whilst walking out of the red bull garage

lando and oscar share looks of, even though they hated it, they couldn't help but agree with daniel's statement. if it hadn't happened this time and the time before, it's clear that it's not happening just yet. because, one, either max and y.n hadn't talked about it yet or, they simply aren't ready for it since they were still in their early 20s.

three

by the third time the grid thought max had proposed, more drivers were watching, looking for any new tells, daniel now less interested in the bets and rumours. new tells that could possibly tell them if max had proposed yet or not. and, obviously, because it's the f1 grid, there is at least three different bets going on all at the same time. which makes no sense clearly, but, to them, it makes sense.

this time it was carola martinez, checo's wife, that noticed something that could have been possibly a little off for max. he had a little bag on the couch in the red bull garage. whilst it wasn't out in plain sight, it wasn't being hidden either. so, carola just decided to go for it and straight up ask him what it was.

"hey max, what's the in the bag?" carola questioned, a little giddy glint in her eye

max smiled, making eye contact with carola, "oh, um, *shy chuckle* it's just an anniversary gift..." he trailed off nervously, hoping she wasn't close by

carola felt her shoulders deflate. she knew she shouldn't have felt a little sad that it wasn't likely an engagement ring. but, she still couldn't believe that it had so quickly got to their anniversary.

"what is it? some jewellery? how many years is it now, max?" carola no longer cared about the bet or possibility of an engagement ring and wedding

she just cared that max and y.n were still so head over heels in loe with each other. even though she knew they'd never fall out of love with one another, especially how long they'd been dating.

"oh, just a matching necklace and earrings set. and we've been dating for four years now from memory. i remember overhearing from someone, it was either nando or seb that you never gift a partner a ring unless it's a replacement of an old and broken on or you plan to marry them. so, i decided to get her a matching emerald necklace and earrings set because y.n's already got so many rings, not just of her own but also ones that my mum has gifted her," max smiled shyly as carola's face lit up

"aw, that's so sweet. and happy four years, max. four years is truly an amazing feat, you and y.n should be so proud of that. and, good on you for deciding to not get a ring as i know so many people at the four year mark who would have gotten a ring and it turn out that they weren't ready to be married. you're really a smart man, max. i'm sure y.n will love the present," carola smiled, ruffling his hair in pride for the young racer as max chuckled, fixing his hair as carola walked away

curious, of course, the other racers (excluding daniel) gave carola the look. and, carola, with a sense of pride, shook her head no. again, the drivers were saddened but, when carola explained, they felt a sense of pride wash over all of them. the same pride that washed over carola that max knew not to gift y.n a ring if it either wasn't a promise ring, engagement ring or a replacement ring for a broken or old one.

however, it was at this point, the third time that the grid thought that max was going to propose that he actually started to plan it. obviously, it doesn't take long before rumours start to travel throughout the grid. so, it wasn't long before max and even y.n began to hear of the rumours of the two young adults getting engaged. and, that was when the couple started to talk about it. because, like thought of as one of the reasons why it hadn't happened yet, max and y.n just hadn't spoken about it. not because they didn't want to marry each other, they just hadn't spoken about it in proper detail. until now when they did start a conversation on it after a day of media interviews in the paddock on their four year anniversary and they were each gifted four gifts each. and now, with the knowledge of his girlfriend's ring-size, he decided to ring up daniel. because, like most people, max would not have guessed that daniel was in on all the rumours and bets so, he asked him for advice.

let's just say that it was a struggle for the daniel ricciardo to keep a straight face when max asked him if at some point during a week off from racing that he could help him in finding an engagement ring for y.n. yet, daniel managed to keep his cool and, obviously, didn't tell the rest of the grid who were in on the rumours and bets about it. because, honestly, it got kind of boring to daniel about betting when his best friend was going to propose to his girlfriend and also because he didn't want to break max's trust. and three, whilst he did, as mentioned earlier, participate in the earlier grid rumours and bets, he would never rat out to the betters if he was on the other side.

four

it's a quiet and slow day for everyone when out of nowhere, like, complete nowhere. everyone, except for max and y.n, rush into the ferrari garage. worrying that something bad had happened like someone had been killed or arrested, it was confusing when they all just saw charles basically hyperventilating.

"...are you alright charles?" carlos questions with worry, wondering why his teammate was literally hyperventilating if no one had died or been arrested

"i...i think it's the day!" he struggles to say as the grid and wags all look at each other in confusion

"what? you think it's the day? what day? it's a monday, charles, what could be so exciting about a monday team meeting?" rebecca, carlos' girlfriend, questioned as charles bursted with another round of excitement which spooked everyone

"but that's just it! i think it's happened! i really think max and y.n are engaged!" charles screeches with excitement as rebecca shakes her head, the rest of the grid smiling

"and why do you think that, cabron?" carlos speaks up as charles squeals yet again

but, he doesn't say anything and daniel's eyes widened, "what did you do, charles? what did you hack into?" he was worried that charles had somehow found out about the conversation he had with max about him helping max out with finding an engagement ring

"the hotel that they're staying in for the belated four-year-anniversary..." charles backs up, trailing off of his sentence as no one notices the breath of relief from daniel

"...wait, so you think he's gonna propose to her at a hotel, charles?" carlos questions in confusion

however, that was when y.n walked in and let's just say she was beyond confused.

"umm, who is going to propose to me where?" she blurted out as everyone's eyes widened

and no one spoke up. that was until oscar did and let's just say, he truly saved the day here, "oh, no one y.n. we're just talking about the time i jokingly proposed to lily with a gummy lolly ring in a hotel a couple of months ago..." he trailed off and everyone just hoped y.n believed it

and...she did. she didn't even question it and she should have cause she basically knew everything about her boyfriend's teammates, oscar especially. so, it confused the rest of the grid and wags when she didn't question it.

"...oh, okay, cool. sorry, my bad. well, umm, if anyone's interested, max has bought all of us some coffee and smoothies from my cafe so, we'll be waiting for you guys in the red bull garage with them when you are ready!" y.n smiled as she left the ferrari garage to max who waited in the red bull garage

as soon as everyone knew y.n was out of sight and out of hearing range, they all let out the heavy breaths that they hadn't realised they'd been holding onto.

"holy...lord jesus christ, how on earth did she believe that lie, oscar?!" charles burst out as giggles followed as did head shakes of shock and wide eyes

"uhh, i truly have no idea but, good save for sure!" oscar chuckled as everyone shortly followed after him as he left for his morning smoothie that was waiting for him in the red bull garage

the smoothie that for once, he didn't pay for or had to make himself. which, for those who didn't know, was something he loved very much about max's girlfriend. her ability to make beautiful smoothies and coffees.

"yeah, well done you, oscar! i seriously thought she wouldn't believe it but it shocked me more that she didn't question you," daniel chuckled in bewilderment as oscar patted his friend and rivals shoulder

afterwards, the grid and wags realise that, whilst charles did "hack" into the hotel that y.n and max were booked into for that night and following weekend, it wasn't because max was proposing to y.n. it was genuinely because they didn't actually get to fully celebrate their four-year anniversary that was the third time that they thought a proposal was happenng. so, instead, you guys were going to celebrate it on that friday and saturday instead.

five

it's this day, the fifth time that the grid and wags think a proposal is gonna happen that it's daniel that teases the group. sending the grid back at the paddock doing more media interviews this location that he was in with max.

"...you guys will never guess where i am!" daniel sniggers cheekily which earns some confusion from the grid and wags who were basically bored out of their minds

with so much waiting around to do before filming some interviews and videos for their social medias, lando almost groaned at his friend, "oh, i don't know, daniel. are you by any chance planning a new strategy to win another race?" he replies which earns a laugh from daniel but also from the rest of the grid, including y.n, although it's obvious she wasn't paying attention

only laughing because everyone else was, daniel knew it was the perfect time to tell the rest of the grid and wags, "i'm at the jeweller with max and, it's a fancy one," he smiles over the phone

"gold thanks my love, silver makes me look discoloured," heidi jokes, shockingly not realising the situation after she started to also, like her boyfriend, pull away from the bets of wanting max and y.n to get engaged

"good to know miss berger, my love. but, i'm here with max. because ages ago, when you guys thought for a third time that he was proposing to y.n, he asked me for help in my opinion on a certain piece he was looking to buy..."

that was when it clicks in heidi's and lando's heads, lando slipping out of the chair, "...wait, is this finally the day that it happens?" he just about whispers with his eyes wide and his hands already starting to perisperate

"i seriously think so guys...well, max's walking back over and i can tell that y.n's attention on your guys' end is turning back to you so, i'll talk to you all later," daniel hangs up and focuses back on max

seeing that daniel was about to uncharacteristically freak out, max spoke up, "and yes, it's the time to do it daniel. it's why i asked you back those few weeks ago when everyone thought i was going to do it for the third time i think *chuckles*..." max trails off as daniel's eyes nearly fall out of his sockets

he nearly chokes on his own red-bull smelling saliva, "wait, you weren't joking when you were asking me for advice on an engagement ring?" daniel whispers, realising just how honoured he suddenly felt to be given this opportunity - especially considering he and heidi weren't even engaged let alone married yet

"yes...i know you and heidi aren't engaged or married but, i want you to help me and give me advice on an engagement ring for y.n. i was being serious that day when i came to you and asked. i know she loves emeralds because of the emerald necklace and earring set i gave her for our four-year anniversary but, i don't know if that's quite her style in rings as well..." max trailed off, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and stressed, grateful he had daniel with him even though they should have technically been at their team meetings

overcome by his own emotions and seeing max overcome with emotion, daniel had to fight himself to not give the younger racer a huge hug. resisting however, daniel takes in some deep breaths which causes max to watch and copy so he could calm himself down as well.

"well, whilst y.n loves to wear emeralds on necklaces and earrings, do you know if she has any emerald rings? cause that's a start and if she does have emerald rings and wears them quite often then, yes, that would be the choice of engagement ring you'd buy. but, if she usually wears a different stone more than the emerald then go for that one, alright?" daniel advised as max smiled and nodded his head, feeling more confident

as a smile overcomes his face, he pulls out his phone and goes straight to his photo album of you. majority of the photos you are wearing a specific ring with a specific stone. and whilst the stone wasn't an emerald, it was a saltwater pearl ring that you got given by your mother that you always wore on your ring finger. you would wear it until the day you would change it for the real life saltwater pearl engagement ring you'd get when you'd eventually get proposed to.

looking at daniel's pride-filled face of how, just like figuring out the racetrack, max quickly figured out the type of engagement ring you wanted. and how it was the exact same as the one you had been wearing ever since your mom had given it to you. except, whilst it would be similar, it would be different because max made sure that whilst the stone was pearl, it would still be obvious that it was an engagement ring. and not just a replacement for the one you already had broken because, that pearl ring hadn't broke. it was just being replaced for the real deal.

and, of course, max didn't really need daniel's opinion on the actual ring itself, he just needed the help in figuring out what stone and whether it was emerald or pearl. so, when daniel helped in figuring it out by asking him if there was a specific stone that you wore more often then the other, that was when it clicked in his head on the stone of choice.

"daniel...thank you for coming with me and helping me. i'm glad you were able to come with me even though we're supposed to be doing interviews and content," max thanked the former red bull and current vcarb driver, pure sincerety seeping from not just his words but his body language

and daniel smiled, "my pleasure max and, don't be thanking me. it was an honour to help you find the right one for y.n," daniel replies, not stopping himself from hugging the red bull driver this time

which made the dirty blonde sincerely chuckle and welcomed the hug lovingly. feeling pride and like an older brother to the younger driver, daniel couldn't help the urge of a sudden flood of tears that had started to well up in his eyes as the two racers reached the car.

the one

"...hey guys, what are you all doing on the 28th of april?" max asks, completely out of nowhere since it was another meaningless day in the paddock

"that's like, nine months away. you really think i plan that far in advance, max?" lily questions, nevertheless, checking her calender in her phone at the same time, her concentration from oscar fleeting for just a second

"to be fair, i was not expecting that reaction," you smiled devishly, clearly hiding something and smiled at max

"let's go once more and if they don't get this, i think i'm just gonna throw it at them..."

"...lily, carola, rebecca, kika, alex and heidi, would you like to be my bridesmaids?"

just when you thought you were going to literally have to throw the ring at them, a delayed and very loud "oh my god!" bounces from the walls as everyone turns frozen. it's heidi that is the first one to regain her composure, "wait, what are you saying?"

with a joking roll of your eyes, you hold up your left hand and wiggle your fingers...oh and the new and upgraded pearl engagement ring, "aren't you gonna ask where i got the upgraded pearl ring from?" you pretty much giggle, surprisingly enjoying the reactions

daniel then stands up since it was clear not even mr honey badger had anything to do with it and pushed it chair away, "you actually did it?" he was soft in his question to max

"i did it," the blonde nods, his smile wider than ever before if that was even possible

"you've caused the grid to go into meltdown, max," heidi chuckles, looking all around her to see everyone in shock on the floor or their seats

however, it wasn't for long as the girls that had been asked to be bridesmaids, heidi included, jump out of their seats and rush over to you, "why didn't you tell us the second you asked her, max?! of course...of course i'm free that day and even if i'm not i'll make myself be free! and excuse me, how dare you ask me to be your bridesmaid with the insinuation that i'd say no, i'd love to be your bridesmaid!"

nearly toppling over you, alexandra smashes into you for a hug as you couldn't help the laugh that erupts from your throat. after alexandra's over the top reaction, the grid and daniel stood up out of their own seats or off the floor and also crowded around you and max. of course then came all the congratulatory hugs and face squishes and wanting to take a closer look at the upgraded pearl engagement ring.

and, obviously, the next day during the actual race and then actually the next couple of weeks, the wags and the grid starts to bring in little cakes and muffins and things to keep the celebrations of the new formula 1 engagement up and continuing. because, now that the engagement had happened, that meant it was now time to plan the wedding. but, you and max didn't care, you just loved that after waiting for so long, the grid and wags that is, they finally got their moment to celebrate their two little f1 babies get engaged because not only were you even more in love with your now fiancé but you just felt like you were being attacked with love at every angle and you loved it and you embraced it.

oh, and remember that bet that was going around? yeah, it was actually daniel that won all of them so, he got all of the money. shockingly, he managed to correctly predict the exact date of the proposal without even being given the date from max. because, even though daniel helped max in figuring out the ring was a pearl and not an emerald, that didn't mean he asked nor was given any other information about the day of the proposal. only that the ring was a pearl so, it was pretty funny and a shock to the system that daniel predicted the exact date without knowing it. and he didn't get the day before or the day after, he got the exact date on the dot. for a while, certain people on the grid and wags were a bit suspicious (charles, the wags and lando) but a couple of days later and they just found it amusing and amazing that daniel was such an amazing predicter as well as formula 1 driver. to the point that he was then asked to predict the day that the bachelorette party was going to be on. but, that was obviously when daniel drew the line as everyone was needed for whatever it was that they were even needing at the paddock on the day before a race after they had done everything they needed to do. because, f1 and grand prix's unfortunately doesn't stop just because an f1 driver and his girlfriend get engaged.

fin

so proud that i was able to finally get another one-shot out after my new job and having writer's block. even though this is a recycled fit and already has a version with charles, i also do love my max version as well.

#formula one #max verstappen #fluff #five + one trope #formula one grid #perhaps one day

31 notes · View notes