#radiocheck

[hitthatapex]

Max Verstappen is assigned as the race engineer for the newest Red Bull driver, Charles Leclerc.

Both being stubborn to the core, clashed from the very first meeting and as they try to work together without ripping each other's throats out, other feelings also begin to blossom.

[COMPLETE]

[hitthatapex]

Red Bull are really feeding us with engineer max! Time to plug my fic again ???

engineer!max

[singsweetmelodies]

badly summarised wip tag game

rules: summarise your WIPs as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote which one they'd like to read most.

tagged by my lovely @duquesademiel and @pinkierre - thank you so much for thinking of me, darlings!! 😍 this tag game is my new favourite thing EVER, omfg.

so with no* further ado...

* some important caveats: in this list, i have not included any WIPs that are already available on AO3 (because i'm pretty sure that the idea of this post is that people vote for fics that they DON'T know about yet.) i have also not included my PWFE fic, firstly because ✨ keep it secret keep it safe ✨ and secondly because, well, it's going to be revealed soon anyway, so voting for it is a bit of a moot point.

apologies (but not really 🤭) for being INSANE xD

now! to share the fun and pass this one along, i'm going to tag @boxboxbrioche, @hourcat, @francophonesfictions, @ilspredestinato, @radiocheck, @yukierres, @your-littlesecret and @chaesonghwas - but also anyone else who sees this and wants to do it, please feel free to tag me in yours, because i'd LOVE to see & vote for some of your amazing ideas <3333

[landinrris]

Thank you to the wonderful and og @radiocheck for tagging me ❤️❤️ I love shit like this.

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern.

Lando questions his decision to pursue a PhD sometimes. [Unconstrained, Carlando]

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” [You're the First Thing That I'm Thinking Of, Carlando]

One of Lando’s favorite spots near their home base in the main cavern ends up being up on one of the outcroppings of rock that helps to produce the breathtaking photos they’re all taking. [Go Anywhere With You, Norrix]

“Are you coming to the gig tonight?” Max asks Lando while they’re standing off in the corner of the press pen following the race. [Anatomy of a Heartache, Norrix]

Martin looks at Lando in a club in Ibiza, surrounded by family and friends, and sees possibility. [Through This Purple Haze, Norrix]

When Lando initially texted Carlos about going to Augusta on Zak’s membership after the race on Sunday, he thought it was a joke. [Hide All Our Sins From the Daylight, Carlando]

Don’t get Lando wrong, he loves what he gets to do for a living—loves that he gets paid to drive fast cars week in and week out. [Pulled Me Back From Things Divine, Carlando]

Lando wakes up in a haze of red, a burning in his throat that makes it feel like he’s catching fire from the inside out— like no amount of water will make it okay again. [The Calmest Slit To My Neck, Carlando]

They plan for a summer wedding so they can forget about the racing calendar and the other conflicting commitments that take up much of their time. [Can We Always Be This Close, Carlando]

The fact that Lando’s id badge actually scans him into the Formula 1 paddock is a dream he never thought he’d experience. [Double Exposure, Carlando]

My takeaway is that I love just jumping straight into the action. Sometimes we get short, punchy sentences to get us there, sometimes they're a bit longer, but they all seem to jump right in. Do we like that? I like that. And then we get to learn more about whatever's happening in the following ones/paragraphs.

I'll go ahead and tag @phebess @pitmewithyourbeststop @quadrilogical @jolandax13 @7msc @ehcahache

[hourcat]

OMGGG PHOEBE HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope it's a wonderful day for a wonderful person 🥺🩷🩷🎉 sending so much love!! (from juliet aka radiocheck)

juliet my darling thank u!!!! mwah ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[jshadow01]

thank you so much for tagging me @golden-fairylights <33 I didn't read that many books this year, so you'll get a mix of what I started to read, actually read and bought in 2023.

I'm also tagging @liesmultixxx and @radiocheck <3 and anyone who wants to do it feel free to!

[babygirllinds]

Share 5 top songs you have on repeat right now! 💜🎵

tagged by: @radiocheck (now I know your side-blog lmao) — thanks for the tag, lovely 💗💗💗

According to my Spotify ‘on repeat’ playlist…

Hungry Eyes — Eric Carmen

If I Could Fly — One Direction

Willow — Taylor Swift

Man! I Feel Like A Woman! — Shania Twain

You Can’t Hurry Love — Phil Collins

no-pressure tags: @foreverralways @awkwxrdapple @jynxmirage @fantasygirlsuniverse @sweetlittleladybug @callsign-shortstack

[monte-charlo]

Thank you to my beloveds @radiocheck @effervescentdragon @wolfiemcwolferson @duquesademiel and @singsweetmelodies that tagged me for the top 5 songs on repeat thingy, and sorry i am responding so late, i had a busy weekend 🤭

1. MIA23 (1:2) by Charles Leclerc (i know, shut up)

2. Syn by Spoegwolf

3. People of the Pride by Coldplay

4. Suid van die Capricorn by Koos Kombuis

5. Arsonists Lullaby by Hozier

Tagging anyone that hasn’t done this yet and still wants to! 💕

[vsyrworld]

i hope pierles doesnt end up like brocedes😭😭

[hitthatapex]

Radio Check - Chapter 8 is out!

“Charles, I – ” Max hesitated. He really wanted to make sure he was voicing his thoughts properly. “Of course I’m not angry at you. I just want the best for you okay?”

He let those words hang in the air for a few seconds before saying. “And if you think this training camp is good then you should go.”

“We had plans this summer,” Charles pointed out with a bittersweet smile.

“Yeah,” Max said with a weak chuckle. “Plans can change. And hey, it doesn’t mean we can’t text or call?” He tried to lift Charles’s spirits. “Maybe I could even come visit you in Mallorca,” he proposed with a hopeful glance.

Charles finally cracked his own smile, albeit small. “I’d like that.” 

SIDE NOTE: I've just stopped posting sneak peaks because I literally write and post these chapters on the same day? This fic has hands down been so easy and fun to write. I sometimes need to stop myself from rambling so much.

[singsweetmelodies]

tagged by the wonderful @vicsy to do this writing introspection meme - thanks so much for thinking of me, love 🫶

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern.

PIERRE GASLY: BOND BREAKER?!

Pierre can count on one hand the number of calls he's gotten from Charles' friend Joris – which is why it's quite a surprise when he opens his phone and sees not one, not two, but three missed calls from "Joris Trouche 🇲🇨".

After nearly twenty years of knowing each other (not to mention just over two years of dating) Pierre likes to think that he knows Charles pretty well by now.

When Pierre's doorbell rings in the middle of the night, he knows who it is before he's even rolled out of bed.

Pierre Gasly, fan favourite member of the international smash hit boyband One Formula, is late.

"Do you know," Pierre says, thoughtfully, "that kissing is supposed to help with stress relief?"

There is something haunted in the paddock after Suzuka.

Between work at the café and all the new people in the loft, weeks pass quickly, and it feels like no time at all before the short probationary period they'd agreed on in the contract with Charles and George is over. (note: this is part 2 of a series)

Pierre is buzzing.

Pierre has never really understood the appeal of watching someone else drive.

any patterns?

HMMM! well, the first thing i can see is that i really, really like pierre gasly, and want to talk about him first thing, apparently... i am charles? (🤭)

in all seriousness, though - there doesn't seem to be any real pattern of sentence length or even sentence type. it all depends very much on the fic in question, and what kind of vibe i'm trying to get at? idk - this is a difficult one!! i tend to have a pretty clear vision of where i want the fic to go, and i need the first line to prepare for that vision - like the shock factor of the "pierre gasly bond breaker" one, for example, or the immediate oh this is going to be a fic about FWB vibes of "do you know that kissing is supposed to help with stress relief?" looking back on it, i do think that some of these first lines are more... striking, perhaps, than others? but all of them set the tone for the rest of the fic in some way, which is the most important thing. (some of them actually need the second & third lines as well to make a bit more sense, but it's okay!!) it was definitely SUPER interesting to take a look back at my last 10 first lines 📝👀

tagging: @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @hourcat, @francophonesfictions, @ilspredestinato, @radiocheck, @yukierres, @pinkierre, @your-littlesecret, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, and @river-ocean, if any of you feel like giving this a go! 🫶

[landinrris]

Tagged by @pitmewithyourbeststop ❤️❤️

15 questions 15 friends

Are you named after anyone? Not that I'm aware of. My middle name, Elizabeth, is one that half my cousins share though.

When was the last you cried? Earlier this week when I was finishing up my rewatch of Ted Lasso. The end of that final match always gets me 😩

Do you have kids? lmao no. I have two fur babies who might as well be children though.

What sports do you play/have you played? I used to play volleyball when I really young, and I was in color guard spinning flags for four years in high school nearly ten years ago, but that's it.

Do you use sarcasm? It may or may not have gotten me in trouble at work before...

What is the first thing you notice about people? Probably their hair, which seems odd to say. Especially for someone who barely ever styles hers.

What is your eye color? So black I've never seen my pupils

Scary movies or happy endings? I agree with Jess' response saying they're not mutually exclusive, but I don't like scary movies and I do like happy endings, so I'll say happy endings.

Any talents? Writing sentences that are four lines long.

Where were you born? South Florida, or as I like to refer to it, the geographic South but the cultural North

What are your hobbies? Apart from the obviousness of writing way too much, I love film photography. I'm also an art kid at heart who loves drawing even though I don't do it nearly enough.

Do you have any pets? I have two cats who live with me, Birdie and Charlie 🫶

How tall are you? Around 5'6" last I checked.

Favorite subject at school? In grade school, it was probably English or Art. In college and beyond, it's been Psychology classes that focus on cognitive psychology/neuroscience.

Dream job? Doing psych research without having to actually come up with the research questions (and then not get paid the pennies that jobs like this actually garner) 😔

Tagging @jolandax13 @phebess @opfire @ehcahache @f1-birb @radiocheck @thejasminechronicles @papayabrain @osaka-lilac @8xlewis and anyone else who wants to do this!

[seasidepierre]

the way | charles leclerc

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

summary: You had no idea what you fell into when you fell for Charles but truth is, you might be in way over your head.

warnings: I took the mafia trope and made it soft, so you know where you stand with me.

words count: 2,3k

a/n: Wishing a very merry Christmas to @damianodavidhands who I was the Secret Santa of! I hope you’ll like this piece and that you’ll have nice holidays, full of warmth and love 🤍 As always, thank you to @dansunflowers​ for always reading my crap. This has been heavily inspired by Heaven by Julia Michaels!

gif credit to radiocheck

There wasn’t really a day to take a break when your boyfriend was the second hand of a crime organization. To be honest, it’s not like you had any idea when you first met him. Your path stumbled onto his when he came to the library you were working at, searching for a book to read. He was wearing a three piece suit, which could have been a bit of an indicator if he wasn’t that nice to talk to. You took the time to consider his likings: he said he had enjoyed a crime novel recently and that his favorite genre was detective investigations. He said he didn’t really like the gorey stuff and that he was way more into the psychological part of the plots. With that in mind, you went through the shelves to deliver him what you hoped would be the best suited book for him and he bought it in cash, saying that if he liked it, he’d be back. 

You hadn’t really expected him to stumble into the little shop about three days later, with a grin so big on his face it might have been an impression of the Cheshire cat. For a couple of months, Charles popped by the shop, sometimes with two steaming paper cups, sometimes with a flower he would have found God knows where. The only constant was that he would always wear his suits crisp and neat and he would always listen to you. You two would take the time to chat about your readings and the conversations diverted to your life, at some point, but Charles didn’t say much about his. He said he was some sort of accountant, but that it was a bit more difficult than that. He didn’t say much and you didn’t pry, thinking he was just a bit of a private person. 

Everything changed, though, the day a dodgy guy came by the shop and held a gun right to your face. In your panic, you opened the cash register and gathered every bill you could have touched, handing it to him and even proposing a paper bag to carry it. But the guy just laughed at you and you still remembered the sound of the safety lock being released. You were yet to forget how cold the barrel of the gun was, pressed against your forehead. You still had nightmares about the extremely loud bang that resonated through the shop, piercing your eardrums and catching your breath in your throat. You were certain you were dying. The inability to inhale convinced you that this was it. That you were done. You still had vivid memories of the flash of light that came about a millisecond before the detonation.  The ringing in your ears sometimes came back, like an eerie reminder that it happened and that you almost died. 

But in the gunpowder dust cloud came Charles, his own gun in hand, while your assaulter dropped to the ground. There was no time to acknowledge his coolness and calm, he just grabbed your hand and dragged you to the back office, where he somehow knew where to find the back door and pushed you into a black car with tinted windows. 

He didn’t say much at first, just took a second to punch the back of the seat in front of him and dropped his gun between his thigh and the car door. Then he turned back to you and for the first time, the gentle, warm face you had met a few months prior reflected an unknown image that you didn’t know how to handle. His hands came to your face and for a reason you couldn’t pinpoint, you didn’t flinch. He carefully inspected your face, frowning when he came to the perfect darker circle imprinted on your forehead, a trace of that barrel that was yet to disappear. He gently pushed a thumb onto the faint mark, trying to erase it and sighing when it only produced a darker path of irritated skin. Then his hands wandered on your chest, your stomach, your thighs, checking for any injury that could have happened. Your hands were still shaking and your breathing was still erratic, but his hands’ journey came back to your cheek, forcing your eyes to dive into the clear green of his. And then he’d taken a big inhale, inviting you to match his breathing, which you did, calming you bit after bit, until you had a clearer understanding of what happened. 

“Is he dead?” You’d choked.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Charles had shrugged. “They know better than to come after the people I see.”

“Who the hell are you?”

There was no point in tiptoeing around the subject and Charles knew it. After what happened, he couldn’t lie. So he explained, in detail, that his job was to make sure the mafia organisation he was a part of wasn’t financially screwed over. While his occupation didn’t usually entail anything dangerous, he was trained to handle those types of situations and he had to sometimes straighten some things up. 

You had tried getting away. You really had. But Charles had taken the time necessary for you to understand and his respectful approach had been nothing short but amazing. The trust he had put into you was mind blowing and you had everything to take him down. But you didn’t. Because taking him down would mean opening a can of worms you had no idea how to handle and you couldn’t deal with the idea of him being locked up. For months you took the time to learn who Charles really was. To understand the man behind the mafia, to find the humanity behind the monstrosity that the organisation could delve into. And the truth was that apart from his questionable choice of a job, Charles was absolutely perfect for you. He was sweet, he was romantic, he was protective without being overbearing or overwhelming, he was funny and he read. He read more books than any guy you had ever met and you loved him even more for that. 

However, dating Charles came with its own problems and it could have been overwhelming if he hadn’t been next to you in every step of the way. It could have been an enormous red flag that he enlisted you to follow self-defense classes with a couple of mobsters who you feared more than you trusted but that Charles seemed to do enough to leave you alone with. And to be honest, one of them, as dumb as he may be, had also been honest in the sense that they knew who you were and who you mattered to. They wouldn’t dare dreaming about double crossing Charles. And if Charles wanted to make sure you could defend yourself, then they’d do their best to help you with that. And the day he dragged you to the armory so that you could pick out a handgun could have been enough to spook you out, but he wanted to make sure you’d be equipped in case an incident like at the library occurred again.

You had confessed to him about feeling powerless in that instance. He had heard you whimpering, some nights, dreaming about the event. He had observed you flinching at loud noises, at flashes of light. And he knew about it. He had gone through the same process. So he knew that you needed to regain trust in your abilities. This was his way of helping you feel powerful and in control again. 

And to be completely honest, he knew that his line of work didn’t align with your values. And he knew that you were uncomfortable living in such luxury when you were perfectly aware of where that money came from. He also knew that coming back home limping with a bloodied face would someday cause you to have a heart attack. But he was trapped and he needed to find the perfect time and way to escape the organisation, which wasn’t for now. 

So in the time being, you’d both soldier on and grit your teeth through it. 

In that light, you knew that there wasn’t really a day to take a break when your boyfriend was the second hand of a crime organization. But when he dragged you to the airport in Nice to go straight to Paris for the holidays, it damn felt like vacation was upon you, finally. Like you’d be able to forget the mob, the angry Italians and everything that came with being in Monaco. And maybe taking the organisation’s jet wasn’t the smartest thing to do but he’d be damned if he didn’t spoil you rotten for this trip. If the red covering the sole of your stilettos wasn't enough, the expensive bouquet of flowers hanging in his arms, waiting for you, was a good argument in favor of turning a blind eye to the origin of his wealth, at least for the few days you’d be away. 

The French capital was enough to soothe your heart and soul. You hadn’t been able to visit it yet, but the Seine was just what you needed to wash away your doubts about where Charles’ heart sat. It was clear as day that he was in love with you. The admiration held in his eyes whenever he looked at you was enough to make you question your values and your conscience. Charles had been trapped in the mob way too young to know better. The promise of easy money and the enrollment through a bad friend was enough to lock him in a situation that wasn’t what he imagined in the first place. 

But as you strolled the Parisian streets, his hand secured in yours, you thought maybe there was a world in which you’d accept and enroll too, just for him and his pretty green eyes. Just so you could stand next to your Giorgio Armani suited man and claim him as yours, for good. Red traces of lipstick on his throat belonged to your bedroom only and there was no way he’d let himself get out of your luxurious condo with any hint that the woman sharing his life was taking that big of a place. He’d put you in danger, just by saying that he loved you. So every time you’d leave a mark, every time you’d imprint yourself further into his heart, he’d take a big inhale and erase it, push it back further, just so that he could pass the door of the apartment knowing that you were safe and that he’d come back to you. He’d suppress you from his life, he’d erase the marks, so that he could come back and let you do it all again. So that he’d be able to feel your lips on his skin, your fingertips in his hair, your scent on his pillowcases, just once again. 

But in Paris, you were free. You were free of the mob. You were free of the mob’s enemies. You were just you and he was just him. The two of you were just lovers and not the second hand of a mafia boss and a secret girlfriend that he couldn’t claim so that no one would come back to threaten you. You were free to do what you wanted, to be what you wanted, to become who you wanted. 

In Paris, your hearts were free, just for a couple of days. And the little taste of the life that you could have made Charles sure of his choice. 

*

You had been visiting the Shakespeare and Company library, his hand encasing yours while you were browsing the shelves and somewhat chaos of books of the shop. It felt like you were about to drown in pages and both of you seemed to absolutely love it. His smile had reached his eyes so many times already, especially when the library cat came to rub it little head between his legs while he was pointing at you an exquisite edition of The Great Gatsby, one of your common favourites. Charles had bent to scratch the cat’s skull, making it purr and meow. The giggles escaping your throat made him want to buy you a cat. And maybe he would, one day, if the rest of the day came just as he wanted to. 

You had left and found yourselves on the square in front of Notre Dame cathedral, your feet stopping in front of a marker stating “Point zéro des routes de France”, which indicated the kilometre zero of the localisation from which all the distances of the country had been calculated. That marker seemed to have been the perfect place to start over, to Charles. 

Which is why he chose to drop his knee on the exact centre of the compass star, his hand having fished a small box on the pocket of his Armani suit. And maybe he didn’t have time to actually say the words he wanted to say before you’d nod but he was adamant in his heart what this proposal meant. 

So that night, lying in bed together, your head on his chest and his hand holding yours in front of his face so he could admire the tiny shiny rock hanging from your ring finger, he knew that this was it. That he’d give his life for you. 

“Let’s get the fuck away from this,” Charles whispered. 

“I like Paris,” You whined.

“No. I meant. Let’s leave everything behind. Let’s move somewhere they’ll never be able to find us.”

“How?”

“Let’s buy a place, somewhere so far away they won’t ever think about it.”

“That would be nice,” You sighed. 

“You deserve it.”

“You do too, Charles.”

“I don’t know. But what I know is that I love you more than any word ever written could describe and I want you to be happy and free to be whoever you want to be. And maybe we won’t be able to come back to Paris. Maybe we will. Maybe we’ll have to move around every now and then, but as long as I have you, I’ll be content.”

“We’ll find a way, then.”

“We will, my love. I promise you, we will.”

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[jshadow01]

thank you @golden-fairylights for tagging me to post my top ten pics of 2023 <3 so most of my fave pics of 2023 include my friends, but I also love these.

I won't tag ten people, but as always @liesmultixxx and @radiocheck and anyone who wants to do it feel free to!

[balaclavacharles]

i’m sure it has been asked before but for sure there are new charles blogs now so PLEASE drop your faves because i’m getting into him so bad

Brace yourself anon, this list is going to get long

@c2stan @pinsaroulettes @lesbiancharles @mssr-monagato @gncharles @gnmick @biscottifoshit @leclerrari @il-predestinato @deercharles @ferrariprince16 @livetogether--diealone @getrare @cichocicho @enbycharles @enbylewis @gruaigruaa @effervescentdragon @wearesointhebin @antogioamoremio @ekleraki16 @lileclair @radiocheck @ferrariprince @balaclavalines @charlesleqlercs @charlesleftasscheek @ferarrii @monacoprince @vegasgrandprix @sbinalino @nottiinrosso @nothingnagi @he-wins-in-monza @i-dont-know-anysmore @forelsketparadise @slow-button-on @charles-leclerc-stan-acc @maranello @monza2019 @evilscuderia @leqclerc @saintlysebchal

These are the Charles blogs I follow. Most of them are majorly Charles blogs, but they also post about some other drivers but they're all very sweet people <3

[kolyarostov]

F1 handwriting game! I was tagged by the lovely @boohowdy and @dan-thicciardo ❤️❤️ Prepare for a chaos of half-cursive-half-print mess

1. What is your URL? // 2. Who are your favorite drivers? What are their numbers // 3. Write out a fandom hot take you have. // 4. Make a prediction for next season. // 5. If your native language isn’t English, write a fun fact about yourself in it.  // 6. Write something nice about another person in F1mblr. // 7. Tag at least four people

I ran out of page for 7., but if you want to do a little something or just completely ignore this if you've already done it, I'm tagging @radiocheck @shiballs @i--am-ironman @the-toasted-teacake