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Her || Charles Leclerc

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 35/? Word count: 1875 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

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Chapter 33. Successful Girl Era

"Never did I ever imagine I would do a shoot and interview for Vogue," Matilde said, peering into the mirror of the makeup trailer, her reflection framed by the soft, flattering lights. She adjusted the edge of her robe and glanced sideways at Charles and Carlos, whose hair was meticulously styled. The room buzzed with activity; stylists flitting around, makeup artists working their magic, and the occasional burst of laughter from the crew. "Have you ever done a shoot for Vogue before?" she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

Carlos, who had been staring thoughtfully at his reflection, shook his head with a grin. "It's a first-timer for me as well. But I'm excited. This is pretty surreal. Never thought being a F1 driver would bring me this."

Charles, already in a professional styling session, looked up with a smile. "I have. This will be my second time for Vogue Italia," he said.

"Share your tips and tricks," Matilde responded. "Not gonna lie, I feel like I'm on The Kardashians. Eye patches? Check. Hairstylist? Check. Makeup stylist? Check. Stylist for clothes? Check."

Right at that moment, the hair stylist introduced herself to Matilde. She was telling the plans with Matilde's hair for the shoot.

The stylist removed the hair tie from Matilde's hair. "I have researched you and your looks and you always wear your hair in your signature blowout. I see your natural curls now. I'm planning to style your curls. They look stunning and very healthy," the girl said and looked at Matilde via the mirror while she touched the blonde curls.

Matilde stared at her reflection, her curls falling freely for the first time that day. She had kept her hair up in a tight bun, hiding her natural texture, feeling more comfortable with the sleek, polished look of a blowout. The thought of revealing her curls, of stepping outside her usual comfort zone, made her uneasy. She took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I was hoping for a blowout," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But if you think curls would work better..."

The stylist's fingers gently caressed Matilde's curls, as if trying to convince them, and Matilde, of their worth. "Trust me, they'll look amazing. We can do something really special with them. I promise you'll love it."

Charles looked next to him, picking up the conversation. He heard how the stylist tried to convince Matilde to wear her curls, but it made Matilde look uncomfortable and insecure. Who made her feel like this? Her curls were beautiful. "Your curls look beautiful on you," Charles said and warmly smiled. "I like them."

She looked at him, her heart skipping a beat. Her lips parted. She quickly looked away, hoping she could stop her cheeks from turning pink. Matilde cleared her throat and looked at the stylist, sharing a polite smile. "I prefer not to show them, sorry."

"No, don't be sorry," the stylist smiled. "No is also an answer."

The hairstylist began on Matilde's hair, doing a classic blowout. In the meantime, someone else started to work on her makeup and the outfit options were being discussed. The stylist noticed the Scandinavian style on Matilde. She thought it was fun to mix the minimalist style with the Italian fashion, but by only wearing Danish designers. The stylist thought it was cool to add a touch of home to the outfits for Matilde.

Her first outfit was a black shirt, white wide-leg trousers and flats. While she was being styled, Charles and Carlos had to wear the typical Ferrari outfit every team member had to wear during a Grand Prix. Matilde was the main person in this shoot and interview, so she had to stand out from everyone.

"Oh, my god," she whispered to herself when she stood alone in the trailer. Her look was complete. She was being styled by the best. She was wearing high-end designer clothes. Matilde took a deep breath and smiled. She was so incredibly nervous, but she was so excited. Photo. She grabbed her phone and took a photo of herself in the mirror.

As she stepped outside, to the track, she got greeted by a lot of people. She felt like she was a celebrity. A smile got on her face when she saw Charles and Carlos wearing their team outfit.

"I would almost say the team clothes look better on you than just the usual shirt," Matilde called out with a playful grin as she approached the two of them. Her teasing brought a laugh from both Charles and Carlos, who shared a glance at each other. Even the three mechanics involved in the shoot - Mario, Abele, and Alessandro - joined in on the joke.

"They got the looks, huh?" Mario chimed in with a wink. "I'll have them straight to work in no time."

Matilde giggled at their banter, her nerves now fading into the background. She pulled out her phone and waved it in the air. "Let me take a photo. You all look too good not to capture this moment." She snapped a quick picture of the boys, all of them posing with exaggerated seriousness before breaking into laughter.

The director of the shoot was asking for everyone's attention, wanting to explain the planning of the photoshoot. "I would like to start with the group shot with the car and then take Matilde for a few solo shoots. If we have time left, I want to bring in the drivers for a photo with Matilde. In an hour and a half, Vogue will start the interview with Matilde."

As the team began to set up, Mario approached Matilde with a step next to the F1 car. "Take your shoes off," he instructed.

Just like Mario asked, Matilde took her shoes off and stepped on the step next to the Ferrari. She looked around; so many people were moving around to get things happen. She waited for the sign so she could get into the car.

"Okay, we are ready," the director said.

With the help of Mario, she got in the car. "This is tight," she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice as she adjusted herself, her legs now stretched out in front of her, the pedals just within reach. "And low."

"First time?"

"Yes," she replied softly, her eyes watching as Alessandro clicked the steering wheel into place in front of her.

It felt weighty, solid, and yet somehow more delicate than she imagined. Her hands hovered over the wheel for a brief moment before she grasped it lightly, her fingers tracing the contours of the controls. She had worked on many cars, and helped build engines that would power these machines to incredible speeds, but this... this was different. Now she understood the cocoon-like nature of the car; the way it wrapped around the driver, isolating them from the outside world, turning everything else into background noise.

"Let's do a test shot!" The director's voice echoed through the garage as he moved toward his setup, eyes scanning the camera feed on his laptop.

Matilde's breath caught in her throat as she heard the photographer's voice next. "Matilde, look at me. Boys, get ready, act like you're about to perform a pit stop," he directed.

She shifted her gaze toward the lens, focusing as the mechanics moved into position around the car, tools in hand, bodies tense as if ready to spring into action at any moment. The photographer circled around them, capturing every detail; her poised in the driver's seat, the mechanics ready for the pit stop, the perfect moment of anticipation before everything burst into motion.

But then, the director's voice cut through the organised chaos. "I need a cushion for Matilde, she's drowning in the shot," he said, his tone calm but decisive as he examined the test shots on the screen.

Matilde chuckled softly to herself, her amusement hidden behind a small smile. She knew she wasn't exactly built for a Formula 1 cockpit, and the seat, designed for drivers who spent hours moulding their bodies to fit every contour of the car, felt far too large for her. But at the same time, too small. She didn't fit the seat. She pulled herself up, so the cushion could slide beneath her. Once she sat down again, she could oversee everything better and her posture was more confident.

The photographer glanced up from his camera, giving an approving nod. "Perfect, Matilde, now just lean forward a bit more. There you go. We're back on track."

Just like Matilde was asked to, she leaned slightly forward, her hands resting casually on the steering wheel. She looked into the lens. And as Tyra Banks said: smize; smile with your eyes. She softened her expression, letting her eyes do the talking, conveying confidence and composure. At that moment, she wasn't just a passenger in the car; she embodied the strength and precision of the team surrounding her.

The photographer moved around, snapping multiple shots, capturing not just the car but the essence of teamwork. Each crew member had fallen into place, their movements fluid and unforced. They weren't merely posing; they were simulating the motions of a real pitstop, as if preparing for a race that never came.

Carlos crouched at the front, his hand lightly resting on the front wing, his gaze focused as if checking something critical. Charles, on the side, leaned into the shot, his body angled like he was ready to push the car forward from the sidepod. Behind them, Mario, Abele, and Alessandro hovered over the rear of the car, their hands on the chassis as though bracing to lift it, each man focused and immersed in the role they were playing. It was a portrait of readiness, frozen in time.

The photos turned out powerful, strong, exactly what the director had in mind. He smiled at the screen and nodded. During the moment, some words were exchanged with the Ferrari members and they smiled, laughed or reacted to it. It was a great way to see the dynamics within the team. The director signed to the photographer to continue shooting.

After a couple of group shots and different poses, Matilde shot a couple of photos alone. She sat in the F1 car alone, leaning out of the seat. Her elbow leaned on the car and her other hand rested thoughtfully against her cheek. Then another closeup was made outside of the car, the photographer captured her from being awkward, to giggly, to being serious. For another shot she got changed into a bright red suit that stood for Ferrari.

Charles' arms were crossed in front of his chest, but his eyes never left her. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he watched Matilde in the crimson suit, her confidence radiating in every pose. The red suit looked so incredibly good on her; it made him fall harder and harder for her. The heels she wore elongated her legs, adding a graceful edge to her stride as she walked across the track. His gaze followed her, taking in every movement, and then, a soft laugh escaped him. Then, as if knowing exactly where his thoughts had wandered, she looked over her shoulder, her expression effortlessly shifting into a playful yet sultry pose.

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[bloogers-boogers]

THIS. I’m glad you’re feeling more free to discover new things about yourself! It feels nice to have control of your own path without someone dragging you to theirs. I discovered a lot of things about myself that I never consider having, happening or experiencing when I decided to stop listening. However I’m lucky I was never forced to be religious I was lightly encouraged to follow one if I wanted to however I was never put in schools or forced to go to church. It was all willingly, there was a point in my life that I went leaping into different religions (to find some sorta place to belong to, to feel understood?) until I felt comfortable in one (christianity) but as much as I felt comfortable in the church I was at, I never felt connected to the words of the bible. Or the belief of a god. But they’re moments I do question it, from the religions I’ve been, there certain things I kept following without much of a care. Just cause it doesn’t hurt to believe in something if it gives a good message? Makes you do good. This is the idea I followed most of my life when it came to religion. I may have a hard time believing in whats shared from different beliefs but I do believe in good faith. I no longer follow a religion however if I’m asked I would simply answer that I haven’t been connected to god in a while. Im not saying I stopped believing but im also saying im not really interested in talking about it. But that doesn’t stop that I was surrounded by people with conservatives views and opinions that affected the way I thought as a child. A reason to why im also careful in how I say I don’t believe in religion, MAYBE a god, but not religion. They’re people who’ll force it to you with corrupted ideals,beliefs or whatever (like fucked up people) which entirely goes against the whole message of god. Who are we to judge someone based on their race, gender or sexuality. If god were real I doubt he’d care, he loves all his children. Base on the church i was at I was told you’re only ready to be forgiven if you’re ready to accept god into your heart. Nothing else. I wasn’t pushed to accept him, to be there or to follow a way some pastor declare were the right things to do. There was no rules but to respect others, be kind, and spread the word of god to anyone who needed it. Everyone was welcomed there. The moment they changed pastor I immediately felt a different vibe from the previous, I felt pressured to speak about the lessons we were being taught about and I didn’t like how he’d preached. I wasn’t comfortable. It felt forceful. Religion felt like a joke and god felt so far away from me. So I bailed, I was already distancing myself from that church because of other problems and this just made it easier for me to leave.

And now I just follow what my heart wants to believe! I believe in whatever the afterlife takes me to, in the meantime I enjoy what life offers me. Or at-least try to. The moment someone uses god as an excuse to be an asshole I cringe so hard because fuck no. Those are beliefs from man, not god.

So yeah, I don’t care if it’s a sin to obsess about fictional characters (nswf drawings, smut fics, sexualizing a character, fantasying about said character, etc), not following a religion, to explore myself, be queer! Have no idea what the hell am I in gender terms. Call me weird, tell me I’m going to hell! I don’t care, it won’t change how I think or see the world. I feel comfortable in how things are currently within my thoughts of faith. That’s what matters.

I’m happy that you’re in better more comfortable place ❤️ sorry for the long ranting! I didn’t think I’d fall back into talking about my religion problem

Adamsapple has made more comfortable in exploring sex topics, be more comfortable in my body (explore it further), being more open to showing off some of my skin, not feeling ashamed in feeling sexy or wanting to, but also like made me more comfortable in drawing sex. Something I thought I’d never stop feeling ashamed or embarrassed on doing. If this ship has damaged my brain it also damaged my insecurities and conservative beliefs taught as a child that have only brought me unhappiness, shame and anxiety. I love you Lucifer and Adam 🥺❤️

[glitteringdepths]

i was a star rail hater for a while bc i didn't enjoy it much the 2 times i tried it, plus the ads were super annoying but i downloaded it for the 3rd time and now im enjoying myself???? im having fun???? fuckkkk

[theshadowedqueen82]

So I've been seeing the seasonal "abandon ship tumblr's going down" panic, and I've also seen some truly dumb takes about the staff running this website. For people not in the know, there's been talk about tumblr basically going into maintenance mode on account of not making any money (I first heard about this here, and there's a good post talking about what comes next here). And I'd just like to take this time to say to @staff, both current and former: thank you.

Thank you for trying. Thank you for putting so much love into this website. Thank you for the crabs and the polls and the Goncharov mugs and @brickwhartley, and a thousand other things you do behind the scenes to keep this hellsite (affectionate) running.

I've been here for a while, and there's been a noticeable difference in how the website is being run since Automattic acquired it in 2019. Is it perfect? Absolutely not! But there is a genuine effort to work with the current userbase. Its a stark contrast to the many incredibly scummy ways other social media websites make their money, from data mining and selling personal information, to turning the site over to algorithms that moderate for outrage and maximum engagement for the sake of advertisers. Tumblr is special to me because it feels like one of the only places left on the internet where I'm not met with a constant demand to buy buy buy. Which unfortunately is also probably why Tumblr has not been doing so well financially. It's a sacrifice to not cross that line, to try and make badges and merch and hope that users will sign up for ad free, all in the hopes of funding this website with cooperation rather than deception.

I don't know how things will shake out, but I hope that Tumblr will be around for a good while. I see the love and the effort put into the merch shop, and the artist collabs, and the april fools events, and the q&as. Things are not perfect, and things can be improved! But there's so much I love about this site, and a lot of it is because we've had staff who genuinely care about this weird little corner of the internet. So thank you, and I hope that this is far from the end of the road for us.

[natreads]

I got a job as a bookseller!!!

[leenesomewhatdraws]

Novembmas, Day 20: Pride / Sarcasm/Irony !

The symbol on their hats is supposed to be the autism pride flag

[rosaacicularis]

omg! you’ve returned! i missed you so much! <333

hi!! yes i’m back, new tumblr theme and all! i mean, i couldn’t not be after secret life <3 sorry i haven’t been posting, i’ve still been in the fandom and been picking away at some wips, but work has been pretty crazy and my focus shifted away from mcyt to dnd for a little while <3

but i’m here now! thinking about villain scar, and desert duo, and the ramifications of this season, and i am not going to stop <3

[necromancy-savant]

I wrote a song for just acoustic guitar and voice and I want to record and release it. I'm getting way too far ahead of myself but I'm tired of not releasing anything and I write the songs anyway thus far

[ourceliumnetwork]

i was going to say i hate when i'm right but actually i enjoy the sensation of being correct even if i don't like the thing i was right about. So I'm very happy to be right so often, actually (especially now that no one in my life is actively trying to gaslight me)

[starbuck]

the fact that i don’t have time to fall in love right now is literally SO unfair.

[lovely-english-rose]

my playstation fighting for its life with these ff downloads-

[takitori67]

So sad rn when they said they refund your doll because the number of orders were NOT enough

[automatonknight]

art posted whatever. time to fucking. sew!!!!!!!!!!!

[adozentothedawn]

Finished the fucking paper! or as good as, but i am not proofreading this thing alone, gonna do that when my friends have time again

Game bought, download time violently flickering between 50 minutes and 2 days, so we'll see.

[albonium]

i have so much time off compared to what my life was like 2 weeks ago idk what to do with it to the point i have huge fomo i fear that i'm not enjoying it enough which leads to me not doing anything and making things worse

[burningcomputerpersona]

i think i liked myself better when i didn't care about other people's opinions