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verstawppen · 7 months ago

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hold me close (cl16)

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verstawppen writes: something short and sweet for yall. enjoy!

summary: you comfort Charles after a bad Quali warnings: none. fem!reader, F1 journalist!reader, fluff, comfort, established relationship, secret relationship.

The day was going by at an excruciatingly slow pace, every time you checked your lock screen it seemed only a minute had passed. You sighed in exasperation as the press conference stretched on well past the scheduled timings. You could see the exhaustion on Yuk and Daniel’s faces even from your position at the back and you knew they were dying to get back to their hotel rooms for a day of rest. But here they were, stuck in the media pen answering pointed questions about their Qualifying. And you were stuck too. You’d already done your duties and compiled all the responses from your interviews with the drivers for your tabloid. You were itching to get back to your hotel room. To get back to Charles. He’d had a bad Qualifying, just as he began his fastest lap of Quali, his gearbox began malfunctioning and Ferrari had to retire the car. He was visibly frustrated when he came back to the Ferrari garage. He just wanted to have a good race for once this season without facing any issues with his car and you felt that he deserved that, being one of the best drivers on the grid. Ever since you’d seen him leaving the garage, running his hands through his damp hair, something he only did when he was being consumed with anxiety, you’d wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and soothe his uneased mind. You were his girlfriend, you should have been there for him. But it wasn’t that easy, you knew the implications it would have on both your careers, more on his than yours, to be seen together. An F1 journalist and Ferrari’s golden boy. The media would have a field day, you would know. A brief buzz from the pocket of your trousers brought you out of your thoughts-

Charles <3 When are you coming back?? I miss you :( You I’m so sorry Cha the conference is running past the schedule. I’m stuck here Charles <3 Want me to come rescue you, cherie? You No it’s alright, love. Try to rest until I come back, you’ve had a long day. When Charles didn’t respond after 15 minutes, you presumed he’d taken your advice and had gone to sleep. You felt guilt churn in your stomach. Charles was always there to take care of you after a long day despite his own exhausting profession. He was an absolute sweetheart, showering you with kisses as soon as you came back to him in his motorhome or his hotel room, sitting you down on his bed before taking off your heels for you, nimble fingers massaging your sore, tender feet.

‘Fuck this’ you thought to yourself. “Hey I think I’m gonna leave early”, you informed your colleague sitting beside you. You were friends and you’d told her about you and Charles. She nodded in understanding, “Go, I’ll cover for you.” You got up from your seat, shooting her a grateful smile as you gathered your things and left the media pen. You called yourself a cab to the hotel where Charles and you were staying. The ride felt longer than when you’d arrived at the paddock in the morning, excited to see Charles race. You rubbed your temple, your concern for Charles growing by the minute.

You practically fell out of the cab when you opened the door in a hurry even before the car had fully stopped. You quickly paid the driver and ran up the steps of the hotel entrance. The cool air of the hotel lobby cooled your skin which had gathered a thin layer of sweat from your rushed movements and increasing stress. You impatiently waited for the elevator and immediately pressed your floor number once you were inside.

The elevator opened with a ding and soon you were standing in front of Charles’s hotel room fishing around with one hand for the keycard he’d given you while your other hand held your suit jacket and your bag. You scanned the card and opened the door. You tried to be as quiet as possible and closed the door behind you with a soft click. You removed your heels, set them down on the shoe rack and deposited your stuff onto a countertop near the room’s entrance. But maybe your movements weren’t as discreet as you thought because as soon as the bed came into view, you saw Charles had woken up, sleepily rubbing his eyes. He let out a silent yawn but as soon as his eyes fell on you, his face lit up. He sat upright, a wide grin on his face which you mirrored. You quickly made your way over to his side of the bed and sat down in front of him, feeling his hands wrap themselves around your frame. He was wearing a black hoodie, his favourite one which you liked to steal sometimes. You buried your in his neck, he smelled of aftershave and his characteristic slightly musky cologne. You held him close, your fingers clutching onto his hoodie. His chin rested atop your head, his left hand tracing abstract circles on your back. It was everything you both needed. You pulled away and looked up into his sparkling green orbs. “Hi, love” “Hi, cherie” Even though he’d been calling you ‘cherie’ for more than 2 years now, the nickname never failed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach. Your hands reached to cup his face, thumb lightly stroking his cheekbone. “How are you?”, you asked. From this proximity, you could see the dark circles forming under his mesmerising eyes, a detail that the cameras thankfully never seemed to capture. And it was good, you knew Charles would hate for the world to think that he wasn’t able to take the heat. But at the end of the day, he was only human. He smiled before replying to you, his voice slightly raspy from having just woken up,” I’m good now that you’re here, mon amour.” Your hands moved from his face into his curled locks and he relished the feeling of your fingers lightly massaging his scalp, making waves of comfort and relief wash all over his tired body as his head found its resting place on your collarbone, lightly taking in the scent of your sweet floral perfume. He unconsciously smiled against your neck. Carding your fingers through his hair just the way you knew he liked, you spoke to him in a low, comforting sort of voice, “You did so well today, Charles. You almost had the fastest lap of the Quali despite having to work with such a difficult car. You got the best you could out of that car and that’s enough for now. Things will get better, Ferrari is working on the issue, right? You’ll soon have a car worthy of your talent and you’ll be back on the podium in no time, love.” He hummed in acknowledgement of your encouraging words. It meant a lot to him, more than you’d ever know. He pressed a small kiss to your collarbone in appreciation. “Thank you, ma cherie” You smiled, your eyes closing to relish the warmth of his presence in your embrace. “Anytime, Cha”

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verstawppen · 7 months ago

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❣ me gustas tu

verstawppen writes: Hello guys! I'm Ryu and this is my first time ever writing smth for F1. It is a fandom I've only recently become a part of but the drama, the memes, the drivers and the sport itself is so exciting! I appreciate any constructive criticism and suggestions yall have to offer and I'm more than happy to interact with my readers so feel free to dm :) And it was glorious to see Charles take P1 in his home race yesterday (yes im a ferrari girl at heart) so this one's for him. alr enough chatter onto the story- summary: Going into the Monaco GP, you could not be more in love with your brother's teammate, Charles Leclerc and you also couldn't be more wrong about your feelings being one-sided. warnings: fem!reader, sainz!reader, carlossainzsister!reader, shy!reader, fluff, confessions, making out, unrequited love, friends to lovers, songfic. ─━──━─━─━─━─━────༺ 🏎 ༻────━─━─━─━━─━─━─━─━─━

The media liked to say that you had the life most girls would kill for. You were Carlos Sainz’s sister after all, along with being his assistant manager. Hopping from continent to continent, hanging out in the paddock by day and in the club by night, celebrating race wins. But the media, as always, knew only a portion of the truth. Though you loved your job, you were good at it and helping your brother out with his hectic schedule was always a pleasure, it was excruciating to be so close to Ferrari’s golden boy, yet so far away.

You had feelings for Charles Leclerc. And yes, you knew how it sounded and that’s why you’d never said it out loud. until….

Me gusta los aviones, me gustas tú (I like airplanes, I like you) Me gusta viajar, me gustas tú (I like to travel, I like you)

Charles was soundly asleep on the aeroplane seat, looking comfortable in his dreamland despite the odd position his body had curled up into. His curled locks of hair fell onto his face and brushed against his closed eyelids every once in a while, making him scrunch up his face in annoyance. You wanted to brush his hair out of his eyes, you wanted to be in place of the pillow he had clutched to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. But you remained in your place and averted your eyes to the book in your lap.

The pilot announced you were going to land in Monaco soon. You looked out of the window to see the sun beginning to set on the city of splendour, hues of orange, yellow and pink capturing the city sky. You heard Charles shuffling in his seat, probably awoken from the announcement. He stretched out his arms and rubbed his eyes, you watched him from the corner of your eyes. He slowly turned to see the view from the window. A warm smile crept up his lips and a sparkle rose into his mesmerising emerald eyes. He looked pure and happy with the look of a 5-year-old visiting Disney land for the first time. He was home. You smiled and went back to your book.

Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tú (I like the morning, I like you) Me gusta el viento, me gustas tú (I like the wind, I like you)

The weather was delightfully sunny and breezy when you awoke in your hotel room in Monaco. Though most people thought you were a night owl, you actually enjoyed mornings, relishing in the golden lull of sun and solitude. You made your way to the Ferrari garage in the paddock earlier than usual for your morning meetings, wearing a yellow sundress that made you look like the embodiment of sunlight and honey. Your charming smile completed your look and it only widened when you saw Charles was there too. He was sipping on a cup of coffee, and scrolling on his phone. He looked up the moment you entered, he sat frozen in place, eyes unblinking for a minute. If you were delusional, you would have thought he was admiring you, but you knew better. Both of you greeted each other at the same time, “Good morning” “Good morning” A light pink blush rose up on both of your cheeks at the synchronisation. Flustered, you shot him a quick smile before moving to get yourself a cup of coffee. You leaned against the counter atop which the espresso machine sat, facing Charles. Other Ferrari staff had started coming in so Charles and you were no longer alone.

A strong gust of wind came in through the nearby open door and blew your hair right into your face as you were conversing with one of your colleagues and friends.

The sound of your playful laughter floated to Charles’ ears and before he knew it, he was looking at you from across the room, barely paying attention to his trainer. How could he, when you looked so ethereal, the wind styling your hair in a wildly attractive manner. “Charles, are you listening?” “Sorry yes-” He snapped his head back to the man in front of him and shook his head to clear his thoughts of you.

The sound of your laughter brought warmth to his heart, and he made a mental note to joke around you more.

Me gusta soñar, me gustas tú (I like to dream, I like you) Me gusta la mar, me gustas tú (I like the sea, I like you)

Charles’s win in Monaco was phenomenal, it was his absolute dream come true. Though you were a little sad for your brother, who’d suffered a puncture and hadn’t been able to perform at his level best, you were overjoyed for Charles. When he crossed the checkered flag as the winner of the Monaco Grand Prix, marking the first home win for the Monegasque, the Ferrari garage launched into an uproar, screams of joy and chants of Charles’ name being heard all around. You felt a lone tear of happiness make its way down your face as you watched the excited crowd. You were smiling like an idiot as you heard Charles thanking the entire team through the team radio, feeling warmth filling your chest accompanied by a sense of pride. You spotted Carlos returning to the Ferrari garage and you ran to him, giving him a loving hug.

“You did so well, Carlos! P3 hermano, you drove so well!” Your brother smiled at you. “You should save the praise for the winner of the race, hermana” You immediately blushed at the mention of Charles and it did not go unnoticed by your elder brother. You kept looking over his shoulder to see if Charles had come back yet and he smirked, “Go to him, he’s on his way.” You shifted your gaze back to your brother and shook your head, ”No, Carlos I want to stay with you here. You must be tired after that intense race, no? should I get you something?” Carlos smiled and shook his head, heading towards his driver's room, “Just go to him hermana, maybe your feelings aren’t as one-sided as you think”. Your eyes widened, you’d forgotten that Carlos was also one of Charles’s best mates and there was no way your protective brother Carlos would have asked you to go to him unless they’d had a conversation about you before. You slowly nodded your head and walked out of the Ferrari garage in a euphoric daze. Did Charles really like you back?

And that’s when you spotted him a little further away, celebrating his win near his car, his admirers and supporters in the paddock encircling him. Your gaze met his across the distance and he took off his helmet, revealing his tousled hair. He looked exhausted but glory shone bright on his face. You found your legs carrying you towards him, the lyrics of your favourite song being the only words you could use to describe the turmoil in your heart.

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais pas (What am I going to do? I don't know) ¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais plus (What am I going to do? I do not know anymore) ¿Qué voy a hacer?, je suis perdu (What am I going to do? I am lost)¿Qué horas son, mi corazón? (What time is it, my heart?)

Before you knew it, you were standing right in front of the man you were in love with, your shining eyes looking into his sparkling green ones. The crowd around him dispersed, setting the stage for what was about to happen next. You immediately went in for a hug, you didn’t care if he was all sweaty from the race, you just needed him to know how proud you felt and how much you cared. His hands wrapped around your waist, and it felt so right.

His head settled in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your light perfume and the scent bedazzled his senses. “I’m so so proud of you, Charles” you whispered to him. The two of you were in your own little bubble, oblivious to the ongoings of the paddock and you were grateful that the rest of the world allowed you two that moment. You felt him smile into your neck. “I couldn’t have done it without your support, cherie” Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname and you gently pulled away from the embrace, his arms still holding you in close proximity. You didn’t know how long you stood there, just staring into each other’s eyes, and irises exchanging all the words you had left unsaid. Your hands cupped his cheeks and his entire world zeroed in on you in that moment. “Charles, kiss me now” you whispered. You needed to know. He did not need any further encouragement, the moment those words left your lips, his were on yours. And God was it amazing. The way his soft, slightly chapped lips met your own halfway blew your mind and your hands moved to his damp hair, gripping them slightly to ground yourself. This feels so right, was all the two of you could think. His arms around your waist tightened impossibly closer and he relished the feeling of your lips against his, the feeling of your electrifying presence near his before pulling away and opening his eyes to you. The smiles that grew on your face were instantaneous. The kiss was everything you had wanted, needed from Charles and it was confirmation enough that he liked you as much you liked him. “So, what are your plans tonight, pretty boy?” Now it was his turn to blush at the nickname. “Probably partying at Jimmy’z, it still hasn’t set in you know” “I know”, you said while admiring just how perfect he looked like this. Winning looks so good on him, you thought to yourself. You felt one of his hands leave your waist and come up to your ear before tucking away a stray strand of hair. “But tomorrow, cherie, we celebrate together, just the two of us. I want to show you around Monaco, properly. Maybe take you out to the sea” You laughed with delight before pecking his lips, the sound of your melodious laugh making his heart bloom. “I can’t wait, amour” ─━──━─━─━─━─━────༺ 🏎 ༻────━─━─━─━━─━─━─━─━─━

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