Miami GP Looks ‘24 3/3

Miami GP looks ‘24 3/3

𝙞𝙫 - 𝙞'𝙢 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 : 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒/𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 (𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌)

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, "𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘮𝘴/𝘬𝘺𝘴" 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 (??)

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 3.4𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

𝘢/𝘯 : 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 (𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏)

Over the past few days, the house had surprisingly settled into a somewhat peaceful atmosphere. Oscar has been relatively quiet, minding his own business. His sisters though? It was quite the opposite.

Hattie and Edie had attempted to bake cookies, coming worryingly close to starting a kitchen fire. May has been peaceful (at least), spending most of her time with Y/n in the garden or by the pool.

Now Y/n sits comfortably with a book in hand, her eyes scanning the pages of "Call It What You Want" By Alissa DeRogatis through her sunglasses.

As she continues with her book, enjoying the quiet morning, she's surprised when Oscar suddenly emerges from the house and steps into their backyard. Wearing a tight shirt designed for swimming, he moves purposefully towards the pool area.

Y/n's gaze drifts towards the door, drawn by Oscar's unexpected appearance. Unintentionally, her eyes linger on his figure a bit longer than usual, taking in how the swimwear hugs his chest. However, her subtle gaze remains unnoticed, masked by her sunglasses in the bright golden light.

Oscar makes his way to the lounging chairs near where Y/n is sitting. He casually lays down his towel and phone on one of the chairs, situating it far enough from Y/n to not feel like he's encroaching on her space but still maintaining a modest distance

As he positions his towel and phone on the lounging chair, he approaches the edge of the pool, Without warning, he dives into the water, causing a moderate splash as he plunges beneath the surface.

A few droplets from the splash reach Y/n's feet, nearly wetting her book in the process. Startled, she instinctively pulls her book away to protect it from the water

"What the hell?!" I shout, holding my book close to my chest, and directing my gaze to the swimming pool.

I sit up straight in my chair, glaring at Oscar as he emerges from the pool, droplets of water trickling down his skin.

The sight of him almost makes me blush. Almost.

"You could give me a warning before you decide to water the entire fucking garden, you know!" I yell, walking up to the edge of the pool "You almost got my book wet!"

Oscar, still in the pool, looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine. He runs his hands through his hair. "Oh relax," he retorts, his face painted with annoyance. "It's just water. Didn't know you were that sensitive about a little splash."

My annoyance only intensifies at his response. I roll my eyes, my lips curling into a frown. "Oh, right, sorry for being 'sensitive' about my stuff," I reply. "You know some people actually value their belongings and don't want them ruined by careless splashes."

Oscar grins at me, resting his arms on the stone beside where I stood, and responds with some sass, "Well, why would you read next to the pool anyways? It's common sense that water has a tendency to splash, you know."

I glare at him for his comment, my annoyance growing with each passing second. "Maybe because I thought I could have a peaceful moment to myself without somebody deciding to splash their way into it." I half-scream, my voice filled with sarcasm. "Ever thought of that, Oscar? Or is common courtesy too much to ask from you?"

He raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. "Oh, I didn't realize reading by the pool required a peaceful, splash-free environment," he replies, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Next time, I'll make sure to give you a detailed report on my swim routine in advance, just to be safe."

My teeth grit in frustration, my frustration continuing to grow. "You know, you don't have to be such a dickhead all the time," I retaliate. "Seriously, a little warning wouldn't kill you. But apparently, common decency is a foreign concept to you."

Oscar playfully feigns innocence, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I apologize, my dear Y/n," he says, his tone mocking. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of someone so easily flustered by a few droplets of water. My apologies for interrupting your oh-so peaceful reading session with my mere existence."

I roll my eyes once more, my patience wearing thin. "And you wonder why I don't enjoy your company," I reply dryly. "You have the tact of a bull in a china shop, you know that? A little decency, a little thoughtfulness, that's all I ask for. But I guess that's too much for you to handle."

Oscar, who is apparently unfazed by my remarks, merely chuckles at my words. "Oh come on, lighten up." he smiles, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're acting like I committed a crime or something. Trust me, life's too short to be so uptight about a little water. Relax a bit, will you?"

Y/n having had enough of Oscar's attitude, grits her teeth and decides to retreat inside. She quickly gathers her belongings, and with a final glare at Oscar, she turns and walks back into the house, slamming the doors behind her.

Once inside, Y/n finds May waiting nearby on the couch, who heard the sound of the door slamming. May looks at her with concern and asks, "Hey, what's going on? What happened out there?"

Y/n lets out a frustrated sigh, clearly still upset about the interaction. "Oh, it's just Oscar being his usual insufferable self," she huffs. "He decided that diving into the pool and nearly drowning my book was a good way to start the morning."

May listens intently, her expression displaying a mix of annoyance and understanding. "Sounds like a typical Oscar moment," she says while smiling at her phone. "He has a talent for getting under people's skin, doesn't he?"

Y/n lets out a defeated sigh, walking over to the couch and sitting beside May. "Sorry for saying that about Oscar- I know that he's your brother and stuff but he's really pissing me off."

May gives an empathetic nod, understanding Y/n's frustration. "Yeah, no worries," she replies. "I get it. He can be a handful, I don't blame you for getting worked up over him. Trust me- I've had my fair share of moments where I wanted to strangle him."

Y/n lets out another sigh, her irritation still evident in her voice. "I just don't understand why he has to be so... Oscar all the time," she says, her tone laced with frustration yet again. "It's like he takes pleasure in being a pain in the ass."

May chuckles softly, knowing exactly what Y/n means. "Oh, believe me, I get it," she affirms. "He lives for those moments where he can push people's buttons. It's like his favorite pastime or something. I can hardly believe he's even related to me sometimes."

"Yeah," Y/n laughs dryly, "But what do I do now? I lost any and all motivation to keep reading."

May listens, understanding her friend's struggle. "Ah, that sucks," she sympathizes. "it's never fun losing motivation to read. Maybe we can watch a movie?"

May's face lights up with excitement at the idea. "You know what?" she suggests. "We should totally watch some rom-coms or something."

Y/n's interest was piqued, and she considers the proposal. "That actually sounds like a good idea," she admits, a hint of intrigue in her voice. "What movie do you wanna watch?"

"The Notebook maybe? I haven't watched that in a while." May says grabbing a pillow. Y/n hums, "Sure, let me get some drinks first. Do you want water or iced tea?"

"It's fine, go get your drink and I'll find the movie on the TV," May says, shoo-ing Y/n in a friendly way.

I walk back into the living room, a water bottle filled with water in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. "Sorry if I took a while," I apologize, "I had to find a bowl for the popcorn."

I take a seat beside May, "It's alright," she says, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl. "Play the movie," I say adjusting myself on the couch.

"Okay, okay, calm down lady." May teases, reaching for the remote and starts playing the movie, the sound of the opening credits filling the living room.

After the tear-inducing finale of "The Notebook" finally credits roll, Y/n and May find themselves wrapped in each other embrace, tears streaming down their faces. Sniffles fill the room as both girls are visibly touched by the emotional rollercoaster ride of the movie.

Y/n's voice trembles a bit as she speaks through small sobs. "That movie always makes me cry," she manages to say, her voice breaking slightly. "It's like they purposely make these movies to make us cry our hearts out or something."

May nods, her own eyes still misty from the emotional ending. "I know right? Like what the fuck," her voice slightly shaky. "It's like a rite of passage to cry during this movie. I swear the directors knew which buttons to push for us to turn into emotional wrecks."

Y/n pulls back slightly, wiping away a tear from her cheek. "Maybe we should have prepared ourselves better before watching," she jokes softly, a half-smile on her face. "But then again, it wouldn't be the same without absolutely sobbing our eyes out, would it?"

May laughs through her lingering tears, a hint of amusement in her voice. "True, true," she admits. "There's something about crying during a sad movie. It's like... a release of emotions."

The two girls make their way into the kitchen, still wiping some stray tears from their faces and disposing of the tissues they used to dry their eyes. Y/n takes a moment to refill her water bottle from the tap, the sound of water filling the silence in the room.

Meanwhile, May grabs a glass from the cupboard and pours some water for herself, rehydrating after the emotional movie experience.

As they continue their business in the kitchen, Oscar enters the room. He takes in the sight of Y/n and May's tear-stained faces, noting their emotional state. A smirk teases the corner of his lips as he regards the pair.

"Well, looks like someone's had a good cry," He saunters further into the the kitchen, his gaze lingering on Y/n.

Y/n rolls her eyes, a mix of annoyance and embarrassment on her face. "Oh, shut up," she retorts, trying to maintain her composure despite her tear-stained cheeks. "We just watched a sad movie, okay?"

May snorts, playfully chiming in. "It was 'The Notebook', you know the one with the epic love story that makes you sob like a baby?"

Oscar, his smirk widening, feigns offense at May's accusation. "Now hold on a second," he protests, putting a hand over his hear in mock indignation. "Just because some people get emotional over a romance movie doesn't mean I do."

May laughs at her brothers response, raising an eyebrow skeptically, "Oh really?" she asks, her tone laced with gentle mockery. "Are you telling me that big, tough Oscar wouldn't shed a tear during a sad romance movie? I don't believe you for a second."

May playfully continues, her attitude of wanting to continuously tease her brother being fueled by Y/n's almost silent giggles. "You're not fooling anybody," she teases "I remember how you bawled your eyes when we watched "The Notebook' with Mom and Dad. I thought you were going to flood the room with your tears."

Oscar's cheeks flush slightly with embarassment at the memory. He pretends to scoff, trying to maintain his tough facade. "Oh come on," he says, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "That was a long time ago, and I was a lot younger then. People change, you know."

May smirks, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Right, 'people change,'" she quips, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And somehow you magically grew out of being a big, tough guy who cries his heart out during a romance movie. Sure, Osc. Keep telling yourself that."

He crosses his arms, his face still sporting a hint of redness. "I have changed!" he protests, his voice betraying his defensiveness. "And for the record, I didn't bawl my eyes out. I simply had a few... manly tears."

Y/n unable to hold back any longer, intervenes and pulls May away from the room. The two girls giggle, unable to contain their amusement as they headout towards the backyard. The scene in the kitchen, where Oscar and May were engaged in their playful quarrel, fades into the distance as Y/n leads her out onto the patio.

Me and May arrive at the pool table on the patio near the actual pool. I turn to May with an excited grin. "Do you know how to play pool?" I inquire, a hint of eagerness in my tone.

I see May's face light up, a smile slowly spreading across her lips. "Of course I do!" she replies, her response indicating her familiarity with the game. "I'm actually pretty good at it, if I do say so myself."

"Oh really?" I teases, a smirk playing on my lips. "I'll take you up on that. Let's see if you can back up those claims with some actual gameplay."

Y/n and may spend the rest of the afternoon engaged in an exciting game of pool. They both laugh, tease each other, and take turns successfully sinking shots into the pockets. Time seems to fly as they play, the backyard patio filled with the sound of billiard balls clacking and their playful banter.

During their game they share stories, jokes and even brief moments of friendly competition. The sun slowly descends in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the pool area. Eventually, when the game comes to an end, they both realize that hours have passed and the day has grown late.

I grin, leaning on my pool cue. "I have to admit, you're not half-bad at this," I praise May, a hint of friendly rivalry in my voice.

May returns the grin, leaning against the pool table. "And you're not too shabby yourself," she responds, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I had a feeling you'd be a worthy opponent."

I nod, still holding onto my cue. "Yeah, I may not be the best, but I know how to hold my own," I boast playfully. "Maybe we should have a rematch sometime soon. I need to redeem myself after losing more times than I'd like to admit."

We set down our pool cues and make our way back inside the house. The sky outside now tinged with hues of pink and orange, signaling the approach of dusk.

After a delicious dinner together, Y/n retreats to her bedroom. Exhaustion from the day's activities and the emotional intensity earlier in the day starts to take its tolls on her. She enters her room, and the silence envelops her as she shuts the door behind her.

As Y/n settles into her room, her mind drifts back to the days activities. She recalls May snapping some photos during their pool games.

She steps out of her room and makes her way to May's room, intending to take a look at the photos. However, when she enters, she finds herself in a room slightly different than she expects. Unknownst to her, May and Oscar had swapped rooms a couple day earlier, and Y/n is now in Oscar's room without realizing it.

As she enters May's Oscar's room, she's met with an unexpected sight. There stands Oscar, shirtless and visibly caught off-guard by her sudden appearance. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks at her, clearly not expect company.

He holds his hands up in the air out of surprise, while trying to process what's happening. "Uh, knocking is a thing, you know that? Right?" he quips, in an attempt to hide his initial surprise.

Y/n feels her cheeks heat up and her eyes involutarily drift down to the sight of Oscar's shirtless torso. She quickly realizes that she's staring and snaps her gaze back up to meet his eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and intrigue.

Flushes and struggling to find her words, Y/n attempts to speak, "W-Where's May?" Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her flustered state.

Oscar, sensing her awkwardness, decides to mess with her for a little bit, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Haven't seen her since dinner," he responds, keeping his answer vague on purpose. "Why do you ask?"

She continues to stutter, a blush starting to form on her cheeks. "I... I just wanted to ask her if she had any pictures of me and her playing pool," she says, barely maintaining her composure.

He couldn't help but notice the blush creeping onto the girls cheeks. He finds her flustered state amusing and decides to tease her a little more. "Ah, so you're after some photos, huh?" he remarks, a playful glint in his eyes.

Oscar takes a step closer to Y/n, feigning curiosity. "And why do you need those pictures so badly?" he asks, his voice having a somewhat flirty tone.

Y/n swallows hard, her heart rater rising as she attempts to control her emotions. She steps back, trying to maintain a small distance between them, but her voice still sounds a bit shaky. "I just... I just thought it would be nice to post some of the pictures," she stutters, her eyes darting around the room to avoid his gaze.

He smirks, noticing her attempts to avoid eye contact. Oscar takes another step forward, closing the gap between him and Y/n a little bit more. He leans forward, his arms crossed over his chest, and a sly smile displayed on his lips. "Is that the only reason you're here, or is there something more?" he teases playfully.

Y/n's heart races, her mind spinning with conflicting thoughts and feelings. She can feel the heat in her cheeks intensify as she struggles to maintain her composure. "No, that's the only reason," she insists. "I just- wanted to see those pictures."

Her mind catches up with the realization that she's actually in Oscar's room. The situation hits her, adding to her flustered state. She fumbles through her words before rushing out of the room after making her apology.

Oscar watches as she hurriedly leaves the room, a feeling of amusement making him smile. He couldn't help but feel ma hint of satisfaction at her reaction to seeing him shirtless. A smirk forms on his lips as he shakes his head slightly, entertained by her flustered state.

Y/n hurries back to her room, her mind racing with embarrassment and conflicting thoughts. Once inside she shuts the door behind her with a slight slam, trying to drown out the thoughts that swirl through her mind.

She flops down onto her bed, fishing out her from from her pocket and quickly opens a text conversation with May.

May enters the room and spots Y/n laying face-flat on her bed. She chuckles slightly, amused by her friends dramatic attitude. "Hey, dramatic much?" she teases lightly.

Y/n lets out a frustrated groan in response. May chuckles a little bit louder at her reaction, amused by her friend's theatrics. "Don't worry, you big drama queen, I sent you the pictures," she mentions, "Check your phone."

Y/n lets out a muffled thanks, and May grins before leaving the room, leaving Y/n to her own thoughts and the newly received pictures.

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may.piastri i'm never watching the notebook again cuz wtf was that man

↳ ediepastry is this why i heard violent sobbing earlier???

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Just as Y/n prepares to switch off her phone and go to bed, she hears the sound of a notification. Curiosity piqued, she picks up her phone and checks the notification.

Her eyes go wide as she notices the follow notification from Oscar. Her heart skips a beat and involuntarily throws her phone out of shock. She quickly buries her face in her pillow and lets out a muffled scream. In that instant, all the memories of the day's earlier events flood back, especially the embarrassing moment when she barged into his room while he was shirtless.

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

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hotgirlslikemax

10 months ago

Until You - Part Two

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri f1 smau with intermittent scenes fc: none it's a mix of taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, and random pinterest ladies. {voice claim is adele}

Summary: he drives vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language, implied smut (18+ only), oscar is a simp, lando is a horrible wingman, reader is a fangirl

Y/n set her phone aside and laughed as Leo jumped over onto her, headbutting her chin then licking it while she rubbed him. Charles stretched out, gently pulling the dog from her face.

"He's a bit insane," he apologized, rolling his eyes when Leo immediately scampered back to tuck his head under her chin.

"If he keeps loving on me like this I might smuggle him out," she teased, smiling as Charles laughed.

"You'd steal my dog?" he asked, clicking his tongue. Leo's ears perked up and y/n gasped as she was abandoned. Charles cooed at the puppy, cuddling him close.

"Not steal. Borrow." Reaching over, she smoothed her hand over the pup's back, not really surprised when he suddenly flopped onto his side, yawning with a squeak.

"You can babysit?" Charles offered, looking up at her with a smile.

"Hm… I don't know. What's the pay rate?" Watching as Leo nestled his head against Charles' shoulder, eyes drooping.

"My undying thanks, Leo's devotion… Paddock passes?" He leaned his head back. "A kiss?"

She blushed, thinking of the unexpected but very welcome kiss they'd shared on a dark street while walking Leo. The sweetness and tenderness had been sorely needed. Sighing, though, she shook her head. "I don't even get a Ferrari? I'll pass."

His chuckle was, like his company had been all evening, warm and soothing. "You don't have one already?"

"If I'm in New York or London my assistant arranges for a driver. And it's pointless having one in LA. I have a Mercedes but I rarely… Actually, I don't. That was his." She shrugged, impulsively scooping Leo up and settling him against her chest. He squirmed a little then relaxed and she sighed, knowing Charles understood her need for puppy snuggles.

The room was silent for a moment, Charles shifting so was next to her. "Why did you cry for yourself at the show, chérie?"

"I was stupid," she whispered. "I fell for everything he said. When I met him the first time people told me he was bad news but I just thought they were jealous, and when I told him he said they were crazy. And I believed it. By the time I realized they were right it was too late."

"That doesn't make you stupid. You were young when you met, yes?" he asked gently.

"Twenty-one."

"Exactly. So you weren't stupid, chérie. You were naïve."

"Perfect prey for a guy like him," she sighed. "I thought I was living my childhood dream because not only was I a singer, I was dating my childhood crush."

"He was your crush?" Charles made a face.

"I was like ten when his stupid Baby song came out," she defended.

"Ah, we were all stupid at that age." He nodded.

"I just…" She sighed, pressing her face into Leo's fur for a few seconds. When she lifted her head she stared straight ahead. "I feel like he played a colossal joke on me. He said all the right things at first and when he showed his true side I was too in love to want to give up on us."

Charles's hand slid over hers. He sat up, his expression concerned. "Did he…"

"Not physically," she murmured, answering the question he asked with his eyes. "He wounded with words. When I got excited about a new song I was working on he always downplayed it, you know? I got the opportunity to perform Your Song this year at the Grammy's—"

"It was beautiful," he said. "You said you would play it all the time as a child."

"And he—" She blinked in surprise. "You remember that?"

"It was during the lockdowns, no? The video of you playing and singing it at home went viral. I watched it a lot while I was learning piano."

"Wait." She laughed, shocked. "You watched me while you taught yourself piano?"

"Because I saw the video and you said you were self taught." His smile was almost bashful. "It was one of the first pieces I learned to play."

"But you've never played it publicly."

He shrugged. "It belongs to you."

"It belongs to Elton, I just borrowed it." She looked across the room, through the doorway where she could just see his grand piano. "Will you play for me?"

Charles protested weakly. "Chérie, I'm still not as good as you—"

"Please?" she murmured.

He sighed, looking at her for a moment. Then, sighing again, he nodded. She smiled, gently transferring Leo to the sofa and getting to her feet. Charles led her through to the piano, and she looked around the room, taking in the décor and noting that he had recording equipment in the corner.

"It won't disturb the neighbors will it?" she asked, joining him on the piano bench.

"No, they never complain when I play." He lifted the cover and let out a breath. "I feel like I am back in school doing reviews."

She giggled. "I promise not to grade you harshly."

He ran his fingers lightly over the keys, and as soon as he began to play she felt him relax. She couldn't help but hum along softly. He glanced at her, smiling, and she drew in a breath when he gave her a nod. "I am playing, you should sing," he said, tipping his head. "Please."

"The last verse," she agreed, turning on the bench so she faced him. Waiting for his nod, she admired his side profile and the focus with which he played, already aware that music was a passion of his. She began to sing, watching him, blinking and then finding him looking at her as she sang the line I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue and oh, they were both blue and green and she scooted back a little when she felt herself starting to fall into them. When his playing softened she softened her voice, watching his eyes light with something akin to admiration.

"Oh… I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind… That I put down in words… How wonderful… Life is… While you're in the world…"

She wasn't sure if he leaned in or if she did, or if they did it at the same time. But the music seemed to echo around them as their lips met, stealing her breath and drawing her closer to him. It seemed so natural to be kissing him again, and when he stopped playing abruptly and his hands cradled her cheeks she finally let herself touch him, tentatively resting her hand on the side of his neck.

"Y/n," he moaned, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against hers.

"We shouldn't," she whispered.

"I know," he agreed.

His breath caressed her lips and she shivered. "People will talk."

"Do you care?" he whispered.

"No, but…" She stared into his eyes, both hands sliding to cup the back of his neck. "Please just… I can't let myself fall for you, Charles. I can't get played again."

"I don't play," he murmured, tracing her cheek with his knuckles.

"How can I know that you're not full of tricks and unkept promises?" she asked, pulling away. His fingers trailed down to her chin and she felt a twinge of regret when she heard his sigh.

"You can't ever know, can you?" He lightly plinked the piano keys.

"I guess not." Pulling one foot up onto the bench, she rested her chin on her knee. She watched his hand move over the keys, unintentionally humming. "Play that again?"

He did, shifting to give her room when she reached to add a few chords.

"Take a bow… To the crowd… The joke's on me," she sang gently.

Charles hummed, nodding as they played through it again. And, apparently realizing what she was doing, he stood and left the room, coming back a moment later with her phone and his iPad. "Do you need pen and paper?"

"No, my phone's good, thank you."

He sat next to her, and when he shifted she realized Leo was tucked in the pocket of his hoodie. "Would you prefer I leave?"

She shook her head, opening her phone's camera and starting a video. "I need your input and help."

He scoffed at that, bending to place Leo in the soft dog bed beneath the piano. "You're the professional, mon couer."

"See, you say things like my heart and say you don't play," she teased, actually laughing when he bumped her shoulder with his.

"It's how I speak, amour."

"I'll believe that when you talk to Max or Lewis and call them your heart," she snorted.

"You have a point," he conceded with a sigh. "But I do not play."

"Only the piano, right?" she asked, ending the video and starting a new one.

"Only the piano, yes." He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "Shall I play for you, mon couer?"

"Please? While I work on lyrics."

He kept calling her the professional but his input was better than from some who'd been in the industry for decades. And she knew it was because music for him wasn't a career, it was an outlet. He played and composed with emotion, not with a care for how much money it would make him.

"Again?" he asked an hour later.

Taking a sip of the tea he'd brewed for them, she nodded. "I think we've got it, Charles."

"Will you record it?" He took his place in front of the piano while she stretched.

"Yeah, video's going," she told him.

"I mean to publish."

"Oh. I guess? My manager can handle the rights and crediting and royalties for you."

He shrugged. "I don't need the royalties, mon couer."

"Would you record it with me?" she asked once they'd played through the entire song fully.

"You would want me?" He sounded surprised and she turned to him, ending the video and immediately emailing it to herself.

"Of course. It's your song too. Your melody. I'd love to be in the studio with you." Thinking of how busy he would be for the rest of the season, she locked her phone. "I'm sure we can find a studio nearby for us to use before I leave."

He chuckled. "You find one, amour, and I will be there."

"Thank you," she whispered, hugging him. His arms wound around her and she closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the warmth and gentleness of his embrace. They both began to pull away at the same time, both freezing when his cheek brushed hers.

She was well aware it could be a big mistake, that she had once again fallen for the right words, and she would be left alone and cold once more. But she turned her head slightly, barely brushing his lips with hers. His arms tightened as he caught her in a gentle kiss and it felt different and she couldn't begin to explain how. Last time there had been the element of danger, the excitement and the butterflies and fireworks. But Charles…

He guided her to her feet, somehow keeping his lips on hers. He didn't pull her with him from the room, his hands at her waist keeping her steady.

It was warmth and safety. Exciting, yes, but calming at the same time. He wasn't an ice cold energy drink that would leave her buzzing and her heart racing. He was a cup of hot tea on a cold winter's day. His gentle touch soothed her even as it aroused her. When he sat on the foot of his bed she hesitated only a second before straddling his thighs, kneeling over him.

"Do you want music, chérie?" he whispered, leaning back slightly.

"Don't need it," she promised, shivering as his hands slipped under the shirt he'd loaned her, his fingers caressing and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Candles?" He grunted and chuckled when she lightly shoved his shoulders. Lying back, he stared up at her, humming through a sigh while one hand left her skin, reaching to stroke the curve of her jaw. "He didn't deserve you."

"Is this where I say 'no one does'?" she murmured, leaning over him. "Or do I say maybe you do?"

"Don't blow up my ego," he whispered, sitting up to meet her in another kiss.

YN laughed while she signed the CD, nodding when one of the mechanics asked if she would sign something for his niece. Ynbff was already on it, pulling a copy of the CD from her bag and YN signed it for him, handing it over with a smile then spending a few moments to take pictures. They then decided to walk along, mainly so yn could work off some of her nervous energy.

Pete stayed close as they walked along in front of the garages. YN walked slowly, breathing in the scent of the sea mixed with the aroma of fuel and rubber. Taking a few photos, she couldn't keep the smile from her face as drivers walked up to introduce themselves. As they neared the McLaren garage she snapped a photo of the car, stopping long enough to post it to her story.

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"YN," Ellie hissed.

She jerked her head up, eyes widening at the sight of Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri standing with her assistant. "Shit, sorry," she mumbled, stepping forward. "Hi."

"Found your way to us at last?" Lando teased, an easy grin on his face once the introductions had been made.

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away."

Oscar snorted, grinning. "Heh, nice one."

"Thanks." Smiling up at him, she missed the knowing look on Lando's face as he looked between them.

"Oh this is mint – Catch ya later yeah? Media," he said, moving to shake YN's hand then turning to ynbff. "You said you wanted a drink, right? Follow me – you don't mind right YN? Perfect."

YN blinked as he easily swept her friend away, leaving her alone with Oscar. And Pete, but he was chatting with a couple of the mechanics. Turning to smile at her favorite driver, she cleared her throat. "You're doing great this season so far," she said.

"You think so?"

"Well yeah. You're already ahead in points as opposed to last year at this time. I know you've had a couple less than stellar races this season, but you're consistently top five and you had fasted laps a few weeks ago at Miami. You'll get a podium soon I know, and you're definitely good enough to get your first win." Realizing she was starting one of her rambles, she felt her cheeks grow warm and pressed her lips together. "I'm not biased, honestly. Just because you're my favorite driver—"

"I'm your favorite driver?" he asked softly.

She was sure she imagined the hint of wonder in his voice. "Well… Yeah."

He grinned and she was momentarily dazzled. "I'm honored."

"You're young and passionate, and more importantly, you're good. I've seen people brush you off because you don't have an outlandish personality but I think it's a benefit to you. If you steadily cry for attention people won't be surprised when you earn it."

As she talked she moved, and she didn't realize they were walking together until they reached the barrier. He leaned against it, continuing to tell her about his late night drive of the circuit as soon as he'd arrived in Monaco.

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liked by charles_leclrec, ybffn, oscarpiastri, landonorris, and others mclaren: We think we've discovered ynyln's favorite driver 👀 What are you talking about, oscarpiastri?? scuderiaferrari: please return our guest 😤 mclaren: no 😌 landonorris: you mean I'm not the favorite?????? user5: stop this is so cute!! user9: her face tho. same, yn, same user4: the way he's smiling omg

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liked by mclaren, ybffn, oscarpiastri, landonorris, and others ynyln: it was completely accidental that I found myself near the McLaren garage, and this lovely guy from Australia was kind enough to tell me how I got lost then escorted me back to Ferrari. Undying thanks to oscarpiastri, otherwise I'd still be wandering the streets of Monaco. (Ferrari's jokingly(?) threatened to lock me in hospitality for the rest of the weekend) mclaren: blink twice if you need rescuing oscarpiastri: always happy to help out 😊 (liked by author) user4: oh no he has no rizz 😩 user5: ugh this is so flipping cute user2: he's blushing!!!! AGH

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liked by charles_leclrec, mclaren, oscarpiastri, landonorris, and others ynyln: an amazing day. I'm in awe at all the work and dedication that goes into the vroom vrooms. Thank you so much scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, f1! (Now to crash because I'm waking up at 5am) scuderiaferrari: ❤️❤️❤️ charles_leclerc: it is already an honor. This week is going to be incredible! ynyln: c'est déjà incroyable user2: oop user3: "an honor" sir she stayed at ur house last night oscarpiastri: 5am?? Do you hate yourself? ynyln: sometimes but this is for TOP SECRET RECORDING oscarpiastri: Is it top secret because it's top secret or because you're doing it so early? oscarpiastri: also please don't hate yourself ynyln: it's a human weakness I'm afraid. And it's top secret because I haven't told the label I'm working on new songs already. But I promise to work on my self esteem oscarpiastri: I can't wait to hear them. ynyln: if I don't pass out I'll drop by mclaren's garage and give you an early access listen oscarpiastri: you can pass out at our garage (liked by author) user4: maybe he does have rizz mclaren: we can kick lando out of his room if you need a nap tomorrow, YN (liked by author and oscarpiastri) landonorris: no?? mclaren: changing the access code now ynyln: I watched the hub tour, can I take oscar's room? (liked by oscarpiastri) mclaren: done oscarpiastri: wait user8: hey scuderiaferrari, mclaren's tryna steal your girl scuderiaferrari: she'll have extra security tomorrow

"OSCAR!"

Oscar jerked, nearly hitting his head on the underside of the shelf, as Lando burst into his room. "Jesus Christ, mate," he groaned, backing out and turning to look at his teammate. "What?"

"Are you fixing the room up for YN?" Lando waggled his eyebrows as he looked around.

"Oh fuck off," he muttered, going back to plug in his laptop. "How are you this energetic so early?"

"Early?" Lando scoffed, flopping onto the couch. "It's almost noon. We've got the thing in forty-five minutes—"

"And you have nothing better to do than annoy me?" Oscar asked, kicking Lando's feet off the couch before sitting down to open his laptop.

"No? But also I'm here to offer my services."

With a heavy sigh, Oscar closed his laptop and set it aside. "What are you talking about?"

"You and YN."

Oscar just stared at him. "There's no and."

Lando waved one hand. "I saw the pictures, mate. Did you see the pictures?"

"Pretty sure I did? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Sitting up, Lando whipped out his phone and opened his photo album. "One perk to being so nice is the social media admin sends me any pics I ask him to." Swiping through, he pulled up one and turned his phone so Oscar could see. "Exhibit A."

It was the same photo posted to the official mclaren account. The one of he and YN chatting at the barricade. "It's two people talking."

"That's not the point – It's the looking," Lando pushed the phone closer to him. "Until I saw this I didn't really understand the heart eyes for days meme but now? Osc, mate, she's into you."

He let out a humorless chuckle. "And you call me a muppet. No she's not."

"What were you talking about that had her smiling like that?" Lando swiped to another photo.

"I dunno." About home. Not a house, but the feeling of belonging. And how important music was in destroying barriers of language and lifestyles. He could have talked to her for hours, could have listened to her talk about what she used to escape her demons for days. "I think music."

"And here?"

Oscar kept his face blank, as though he wasn't staring at himself blushing and giggling over what YN had said.

"I know you care but sometimes your whole attitude is literally 'I don't give a fuck about this' in interviews and I gotta say: same."

"Ah… Media I think." He cleared his throat and got to his feet.

"Mate, it's alright to like her."

No it wasn't. "It's not like that."

"Right so you telling her the view from the dog's head is enchanting was just small talk?"

Lando was not going to let this go. "She saw my video of my hike and asked about it."

"And?" Lando threw up his hands when Oscar just looked at him. "That was your cue to say oh it's lovely, why don't we go together one morning!"

"Er… No, I'd never say something like that." Oscar shook his head. Not to mention she was tangled up with Charles...

"That's the problem—" Lando cut off when the door opened. One of the PR team popped her head in.

"Hi Oscar, you've got a visitor. She said you're expecting her so I'll bring her up?"

"Uh… Sure?" Oscar winced as his voice cracked on the word, dragging his hands over his face as the door clicked shut.

"Who's coming to see you?" Lando asked suspiciously, helping himself to one of the drinks from the fridge.

"I don't have a clue," he sighed.

"Maybe it's YN. She promised to drop by so you can hear her new music right?"

"Are you constantly reading comments?" Oscar muttered. "Yeah she did but I doubt she'd come straight—" He gulped when there was a knock at the door.

"Oh this is gonna be great," Lando giggled, taking a sip of his energy drink as he went to open the door. "Well hello! We were just talking about you."

It was her, because of course it was, she wasn't the type to make even the vaguest of promises then not fulfill them, and she was in his private room, smiling and bubbly as she greeted him and Lando, and—

Lando. Fuck's sake it would take an act of god to get him to leave the room now.

"All good I hope," YN said with a little laugh.

"Only the best," Lando promised. "Osc can't shut up about you."

"Shut up," Oscar groaned, drowned out by YN's giggle.

"I think it's so cute that you call him Osc. My assistant – ybffn? She calls him Pastry Boy."

Lando's eyes went wide, and Oscar groaned again when his friend burst into high-pitched laughter. "No but it fits! He does love a good pastry!"

YN swiveled her eyes to him and he felt his stomach twist. "Do you?"

"Oh god, yeah. My trainer hates it because I can't say no to a good pastry." He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering why his palms felt sweaty.

"Yeah I'm with you there. We went incognito in Paris just so I could buy and eat every pastry I wanted." She sighed happily at the memory.

"You can still go incognito?" he asked, surprised.

"Sometimes. Luckily no one knew which hotel I was staying at so we were able to sneak out without being noticed. And Pete was with us. When he's in jeans and a hoodie nobody pays attention to him. Plus it was raining so I was able to keep my hood up."

"What's your favorite pastry?" Lando asked casually.

"That's like asking a mother which child is her favorite…" YN scrunched her face and sighed. "Pain au chcocolate."

"Perfect choice, that's the best," Oscar said with a nod.

"Isn't it? I love pastry and chocolate, it's—"

"The best of both worlds," he finished with her.

"Yes!" She grinned and the twist in his stomach loosened, unleashing a swarm of butterflies.

"Oh this is so beautiful," Lando murmured, yelping when Oscar elbowed him in the ribs.

"Did you get to the studio?" he asked her.

"Yes." She practically glowed, shrugging off her backpack. Motioning for her to sit, he stumbled when Lando pushed him towards the couch. "I got two tracks down and a couple rough demos—" She pulled out a tablet, shoving her backpack to her other side as Oscar sat next to her.

Lando huffed and took the chair. "Oh!" he blurted, his expression innocent. "Did you want me to leave? I don't wanna ruin a private listening party."

"No it's fine." She flashed him a smile then turned her attention to the tablet. "The first one is just a demo. I'm not that great on guitar and it was last minute, so…"

Oscar listened as she rambled on about how she'd been inspired for the one and the second was a last minute burst she'd cranked out with just herself and the guitar. "Anyways," she said with a small shrug, handing the tablet to Oscar. "Just hit play."

He did, and was met with a strumming guitar. Then her voice, and he marveled at her ability to sing so beautifully so early in the morning. He glanced at her, saw she'd pulled her knees up and was nodding her head to the beat. I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you...

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[caption: got lost at the mclaren hub oops]

YN smiled as she posted the story and locked her phone, picking up her cup to finish her coffee. She'd been hanging out with them for nearly two hours. Well, with Oscar. Lando had been in and out, giggling and giving Oscar knowing looks. "I should really get going."

Lando nodded, smiling. "Glad you liked the transition. If you ever want…"

Laughing, she patted his shoulder. "As soon as I'm ready to do a remix album I'll call you."

"Perfect." He nudged Oscar and tipped his head.

Confused, because she could tell Lando was trying to silently tell his friend something, she got her backpack and picked up her paddock pass. "I can see—"

"I'll walk you out," Oscar blurted, already on his feet.

"Thanks." Waving goodbye to Lando, she headed out of the room, smiling her thanks when Oscar opened the door for her.

"He's a bit mental, but he's alright," he said as they walked along to the stairs.

"Lando? My grandma would say he's hyper." YN headed down the stairs, stopping at the bottom to loop her pass over her neck.

"She'd be right," he chuckled.

She felt him tugging on her backpack and glanced over her shoulder to see him zipping the front compartments.

"Don't want you losing anything," he said. His cheeks tinged pink and she almost giggled.

"Thanks. Did you get a hike in this morning?" she asked once they were walking across the hub towards the exit.

"No, I did work in the gym. Did – Oh right you were at the studio."

"I'm gonna try to go tomorrow," she said. She wondered if Charles would want to join her.

"Do…" He cleared his throat, stopping just before they got to the doors.

"Hm?" She turned to face him.

"Would you, um…" His cheeks darkened and he ran a hand through his hair. "Christ, I'm bad at this."

Realizing what he was trying to say, she gave him a soft smile. "Do you want to come with me on the hike in the morning?"

He nearly sagged with relief. "I-if you want company, yeah."

"I'd love to." Taking out her phone, she unlocked it and handed it to him so he could give her his number. "I'll text you so you'll have me – What time did you want to head out?"

"Whenever you'd like. I don't have anything until afternoon." He handed her phone back with a smile.

Making sure to save him, she sent him a quick text - 👋🏻 – and leaned to kiss his cheek. "Text me later and we can make plans."

"Yeah, alright," he agreed.

"I'll see you in the morning, Oscar. Thanks for everything," she said, rolling her eyes when Pete appeared at her side. Exchanging farewells with Oscar, she held onto her phone as she left, glancing back to see Oscar watching her through the window. Used to Pete's surly silence, she didn't talk on the way back to the Ferrari hospitality center, unconsciously chewing on her lip as she thought over the day.

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hotgirlslikemax

11 months ago

Monaco GP looks ‘24 3/3

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hotgirlslikemax

11 months ago

friendship bracelets | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

charles' gf is beloved in the fandom for her love for frienship bracelets

Friendship Bracelets | Charles Leclerc Social Media Au

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yourusername: charles fell asleep mid craft session :(

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user3: she's everything, he's just ken

charles_leclerc: this is a false narrative, i was just resting my eyes and not allowing myself to distract you from your hard work

yourusername: i'd say you're a man of the people but your snoring is something else

charles_leclerc: I DO NOT SNORE TAKE THAT BACK

danielricciardo: i've taken enough flights with you charlie to confirm that you do in fact snore

charles_leclerc: i am being stabbed in the back so many times today you hate to see it

user4: i'm going to spa, guarantee me a friendship bracelet and i'll back you

charles_leclerc: done ✅

user4: charles marc herve perceval leclerc has factually NEVER snored in his entire life and any allegations that he has are both slanderous and libellous and you will be DEALT WITH IN A COURT OF LAW

yourusername: ummm what?

charles_leclerc: what colour bracelet do you want?

user5: what in the everloving fuck just happened?

lilymunhe: anyhow... y/n you are so sexy

yourusername: right back at you baby ;)

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daniel3.jpeg: this friendship bracelet business is serious stuff, also charles and y/n being gross as usual

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user6: fuck romeo and juliet i want what these bitches have

yourusername: daniel do not underestimate the power of the friendship bracelets

danielricciardo: oh i'm not doubting it i saw a girl ignore me, jump across the hood of my car just to get one

yourusername: i mean i'm pretty sure that girl broke a toe, i paid for her health insurance

landonorris: people are breaking toes for these things?

yourusername: it was not the intent on my behalf, i just wanted a sister/brotherhood among fans

user7: don't make them so cute then

charles_leclerc: what do you mean gross? daniel, can i not be happily in love?

danielricciardo: i am happy for you charles but if i have to hear you break out in a sonnet about the smell of y/n's perfume or the colour of her eyes i will pull my hair out

yourusername: what hair?

danielricciardo: ????

yourusername: sorry i admit that was a low blow from me

user8: is that charles taking a pic of y/n in the last one?

yourusername: yes my lovely lil photographer

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f1: make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it, you've got no reason to be afraid ✨ y/n and charles arrived at spa this weekend with the friendship bracelets that are coveted by f1 fans!

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user11: all the loser men in this comment section making fun of these don't understand how much of a stan FLEX it is to have one of these

user12: no jokes if i see someone with one this weekend i'm offering them out on the spot

user13: i literally only put mine on after the race when i got home cause i was so scared it would get stolen

alexalbon: cringey faves

yourusername: are you still annoyed i ran out last race before you could get one?

alexalbon: why did lily get one before me :(((

lilymunhe: girlies first

yourusername: what lily said

user14: all jokes aside the whole friendship bracelet thing has been great for creating a sense of belonging for girls in this sport and i can't thank y/n enough for giving us something that is uniquely ours in f1

yourusername: that honestly makes me so so happy, girls get a tough ride in all sports, but esp in f1 and i wanted to find a way to bring us all together and i actually wanted to ask if the girls (and guys) wanted to start making our own and start exchanging them at races :)

f1: we back this !!

charles_leclerc: lift the jewellery ban so i can wear mine in the car

yourusername: i can't allow you to put that extra weight in the car the sf-23 needs all the help it can get

scuderiaferrari: :((((

user15: LOOOOOOOOOL

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yourusername: my heart is so full. first, charlie back on the podium where he deserves to be, i'm so proud my love, you'll be back to winning ways soon. second, MY GIRLS. words cannot express how happy i was to see you all exchanging bracelets and making new friends! i also received so many from you which will all go in my collection at home. safe journeys back and see you guys after the summer break.

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user16: it really is the summer of the girls and barbie

user17: i've literally never felt more included at a gp before, so many girls just introduced themselves to each other and i made so many new friends :))))

charles_leclerc: thank you cheri, i love you always

yourusername: you deserve everything my love

charles_leclerc: also thank you everyone for the friendship bracelets, we got given enough for the entire ferrari garage has one as well as everyone who worked in paddock club this weekend!! keep spreading the love <3

user18: never have i ever loved a couple more than these two

user19: i am allowing my parasocial relationship to go wild rn

danielricciardo: thank you for starting this y/n even if i thought it was a bit silly to start with but my arms are full and i'm FEELING the love

maxverstappen1: same here, p is enjoying all her new bracelets 🧡

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charles_leclerc: back on the podium - i'm very happy with that, the best way to go into the summer! thank you for all of your support ❤️

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user20: my king right there

user21: the rocketships don't count so p1 in my heart

yourusername: prince of monaco doing prince of monaco things

charles_leclerc: makes sense since you're my princess

landonorris: GAG

yourusername: let us be cute, be lonely on your own time

scuderiaferrari: proud of you charles

yourusername: build a better car i beg

user22: speaking for all of us

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charles_leclerc: suprised her with a trip to paradise and she's still making friendship bracelets

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user23: they're both so sexy i can't

yourusername: i love you but you can't take the hobby out of the girl

user24: she loves us too much to stop now

yourusername: they're not wrong ....

charles_leclerc: you love me the most though, right?

yourusername: of course!!

user25: oh to be them

pierregasly: invite lost in the mail i see

charles_leclerc: literally the romantic trip you helped me plan?

pierregasly: i still i want you to take me for pasta dinners?

yourusername: back off frenchie

note: ENJOY, i kinda love this but let me know what you think - i am getting to requests but this popped into my head and i had to write it before i forgot

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9 months ago

age gap | daniel ricciardo social media au

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem reader

you are an influencer who starts dating older f1 driver daniel ricciardo

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Age Gap | Daniel Ricciardo Social Media Au

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yourbff1: the rumours are kinda funny tho

y/n.user: yeah.. "rumours"

user73: DOES THIS MEAN THAT THE RUMOURS ARE TRUE?

user62: what rumours?!

danielricciardo: xx

user83: daniel?

user2: wait... the rumours are that he and y/n are dating, right?

user74: yeah

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maxverstappen1: this is how i get to know your girlfriend?

daniel.jpg: sorryy maximilian

landonorris: isn't she too young? you old man

daniel.jpg: she has an old soul

y/n.user: DANIEL

landonorris: hey y/n. I'm lando btw

y/n.user: hey lando

user73: omg they are actually so cute together

user46: lmao she's just using him

user9: weird

user525: she's still a child omg

y/n.user: oh I wish. But thanks for compliment that I look young

user3: she slayed

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caption: if you go out with daniel and y/n, be prepared for daniel carrying her around...

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danielricciardo: she's always tired.. not my fault

y/n.user: ME? u always want to carry me

danielricciardo: not true

y/n.user: I'm done with you

landonorris: first couple fight?

danielricciardo: yeah..

user66: I'm starting to like them together

y/n.user: good taste

user3: idk but it's still weird

user2: she's so young

y/n.user: no wayyy

yourbff1: they are so cute

y/n.user: <3

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landonorris: poor danny boy

danielricciardo: I actually love them

maxverstappen1: no way

y/n.user: @ kellypiquet Kelly buy some t-shirt for max too. Atleast he doesn't have to repeat outfits

user63: poor daniel.. she's manipulating him

danielricciardo: I literally picked those t-shirts

user73: daniel and y/n are the best couple. Argue with the wall

yourbff3: omg i love you for this babe

y/n.user: I ate

user77: u did!

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caption: enjoyed my first gp, and now it's summer break

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user83: most hated but the best couple award goes to... y/n and daniel

y/n.user: thanks I guess

danielricciardo: our shoey was 🔥

y/n.user: hell yeah

landonorris: what about me and you daniel? :(

danielricciardo: sorry lando

maxverstappen1: why is daniel acting like a teenager again

y/n.user: cause I changed him

user38: you really did

user3: I love this new version of danny

y/n.user: me too

danielricciardo

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caption: enjoying summer break with the best people. y/n can drink!! I'm not serving alcohol to minors

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user83: daniel and his humour lol

y/n.user: baby u know that I can drink for a long time right?

danielricciardo: uhm of course

landonorris: he probably forgot your birthday

user63: yall stop hating and be happy for them

maxverstappen1: u kidnapped child?

danielricciardo: that's my nephew u idiot

maxverstappen1: oh sorry

y/n.user

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caption: I want to have kids. Look at my man. He's so girl dad coded

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user73: uhm does she know that this is public account?

danielricciardo: Y/N?!

maxverstappen1: lol

maxverstappen1: @ danielricciardo u have a lot of work to do

danielricciardo: mate, kelly wants another kid too so shut up

user3: omg danny ric kid?

y/n.user: I hope

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hotgirlslikemax

11 months ago

Imola GP looks ‘24 1/2

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hotgirlslikemax

10 months ago

My Tears Ricochet - f1 grid x indycar!reader

+summary: after a devastating end of a six-year relationship, she decided a change was needed. a change that ultimately brings her more opportunities, and she even finds love in an unexpected place. +pairing: f1 grid x indycar!driver +warnings: cheating, curse words, pregnancy, betrayal, mentions sexism, mentions misogyny, etc. If I missed something, let me know. face claim: tony breidinger dedicated to @fangirl-dot-com. They helped me so much whenever I got stuck. I highly recommend them. Their fics are so good. I do not give my permission to have my work reposted. I do not give my permission to have my work translated. If I'm notified that you've stolen my work or claim it as your own, you'll be asked to take it down before I'll report you. End of discussion.

The way Wyatt became possessive over his phone when before he'd always let her use it was concerning, but she brushed it off thinking maybe it was just a one-time thing. Then she noticed whenever she stepped into the room, and he was on the phone, he'd leave or if they were in the room together and his phone rang, he'd get up and answer it in a different room. The thought of him cheating on her crossed her mind at one point, but he wouldn't do that, right?

Right? Wrong.

Stepping into the house after a long flight, all she wanted to do was take a nice hot shower to scrub off the airport griminess and cuddle with Wyatt on the couch, but walking through the house, she noticed articles of clothing strewn about. 'That's weird' she thought to herself. Her ears picked up moaning sounds coming from their shared bedroom. Hearing lewd sounds like that made her blood run cold. Wyatt was cheating on her, but with whom?

Opening the door to their bedroom, she was met with Wyatt having her barely eighteen-year-old sister, Elizabeth, bent over the side of the bed.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Wyatt pushed Elizabeth forward, letting her hit the mattress. "Y/n, babe, this isn't what it looks like."

"Really? Because to me it looks like you were just balls deep in my sister." her eyes darted to said sister who's twirling her hair in-between her fingers and kicking her feet back and forth all with a smug look on her face. "And you! You're my sister. How could you do this to me?"

"I've loved him for years and it wasn't fair that you had him all to yourself."

"So, you thought it was a good idea for you to sleep with him?! Do you hear yourself?"

Elizabeth got up from the bed and walked over to Wyatt, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It's not the first time we've slept together."

"What does she mean, Wyatt?"

"Go ahead, babe. Tell her, or I will," Wyatt looking down at his feet hesitating to tell her was everything she needed to know that whatever's been going on between the two of them has been going on for a while. "Since he won't say anything, we've been together for eight months."

"Eight months?!?! Un-fucking-believable."

"Is now a bad time to say I'm pregnant- wait, what are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, watching as y/n left the bedroom, muttering under her breath about how her own sister was a backstabbing, home wrecking whore.

"I'm picking yours and his clothes up off the floor and throwing them in the trash where they belong."

"You can't do that!"

"Seeing as this is my house, I can do what I want and I'm just cleaning up the mess you left behind as per usual."

"But-"

Y/n walked over to the front door, opening it and gestured for her to leave. "I don't care where you go, or who you go to, because you are no longer welcomed here."

With no other choice, Elizabeth dug hers and Wyatt's clothes out of the trash and got dressed. Once they were gone, she wasted no time in reaching for her rather expensive tequila and drank it straight from the bottle.

"Who needs boyfriends when you have a sister like Elizabeth."

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yourinstagram italy photo dump.

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josefnewgarden where was my invite?

⤷ yourinstagram it got lost in the mail.

user1 I find it a little weird that she's in Maranello 🤔

⤷user2 everyone takes a vacation to Maranello, so it's not that weird.

⤷user1 maybe but wearing a Ferrari jacket and going to the Ferrari Museum and then taking a picture of the prancing horse? its sus to me.

user3 If you go to formula one, I swear to God I'll scream.

*liked by yourinstagram*

⤷user4 Y/N LIKED?!?

⤷user5 this pretty much confirms she's going to f1.

user6 that jacket is sooooo cute!

ScuderiaFerrari red looks good on you.

*liked by yourinstagram*

⤷user7 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

user8 there's a reason why there hasn't been a woman in formula one in thirty-three years.

⤷user9 and its because formula one is for men and not women.

⤷user10 if she does to f1, she'll choke under the pressure and go back to indycar.

She'd be lying if she said listening to the Ferrari higher ups talk about what was expected of her once she signed the contract wasn't lowkey terrifying. Ferrari was the dream team. A team every driver wanted to be a part of because of its past successes and rich history. And who wouldn't want to join the likes of Fangio, Lauda, Prost and Schumacher in the Ferrari Hall of fame?

"You with us, y/n?" her lawyer set his hand on her shoulder, getting her attention.

"I'm sorry, but can you repeat that?"

"As we were saying, Ferrari goes deeper than just a brand of car. Many individuals have joined over the years, but many have also cracked under the pressure. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Oh! Definitely."

"If you're so sure, then sign away," Fred slid the contract over the sleek oak table and handed her a pen, hurriedly signing her name on the dotted line. As she set the pen down, it hit her. She was, as of that moment, a formula one driver for Scuderia Ferrari.

She stood up, shaking everyone's hand, stopping at Fred. "Thank you for taking a chance on me. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." The small French man smiled. "Now, would you like a tour?"

Nodding her head, an older Ferrari employee guided them to the door and started going from room to room, talking intensively about anything and everything Ferrari. It was one thing to see pictures of past drivers and read their achievements, but to lay eyes on the multiple rows of championship winning cars was another. It only made the excitement grow.

That same Ferrari employee saw Charles and immediately waved him over. "Charles! Mate, come meet your new teammate!"

When their eyes met, it was like everything slowed down. It felt as if no one else was in the room but them. Just then, a warm, fuzzy feeling washed over her, and a small flutter of butterflies tickled inside her body. Was this love at first sight? But she just met Charles. There's no way she could possibly fall in love with her new teammate Right?

The corners of the Monegasques' mouth curved into a grin. "I'm Charles."

"I'm Y/n."

His trainer and the Ferrari employee exchanged looks and knew something special had happened between the two drivers. No one looks at someone like that and does not end up together.

"As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I got to get going. We should get together sometime and get to know each other since we're going to be teammates."

"I'd love that!"

They swapped phones, putting each other's numbers in. As the tour continued, she looked over her shoulder and watched him walk away, completely ignoring the Ferrari employee. The season couldn't start fast enough.

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scuderiaferrari pushing past expectations and shattering glass ceilings, y/n y/ln makes history by being the first woman since Giovanna Amati in 1992 to race in formula one. Everyone here at Ferrari can't wait to see what you achieve!

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yourinstagram racing for Ferrari has always been a dream of mine since I was a kid and now that's coming to fruition feels amazing. thank you for this opportunity.

⤷scuderiaferrari 🥰❤️

user1 time to stop watching formula one.

⤷user2 if you're going to stop watching formula one all because a woman joined the grid, then that's says a lot about you as a person.

charles_leclerc the season can't start fast enough!

*liked by yourinstagram*

user3 while I'm sad to see her leave IndyCar, I'm excited to see her race in formula one.

lewishamilton this is not only inspirational to me, but many women who want to get into motorsports, or even formula one, but don't because of the rampant sexism and misogyny. I know your career in formula one is going to bright!

⤷yourinstagram you have no idea how much this means to me!

user4 with charles and y/n Ferrari will be unstoppable.

*liked by scuderiaferrari*

user5 Ferrari dominance will bore people.

user6 Ferrari wdc and wcc confirmed!

part two will have ALL the drama.

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