Okay I Made Another Quiz But This Time It’s Which Monster You’ll Get To Hook Up with. Reblog With

i feel the very feminine urge to reblog this

Deadpool: *on fire*

Wolverine: STAY STILL *trying to use him to light his cigar*

screaming, crying, throwing up (IT SHOULD BE ME)

silver sparks and red flags - charles leclerc. ♡

--- The champagne had barely dried on his race suit when you found him.

He was still buzzing, electricity running through his skin like the roar of the engines hadn’t quite left him. Charles had taken P3 — not a win, but it meant something. The race had been chaos, and he’d fought for every corner like his life depended on it. When you saw him slip away from the crowd behind the garages, you followed without thinking.

“Charles,” you said, breathless, your smile aching in your cheeks. He turned to you, the fire in his eyes softening. “Mon amour.”

You barely had time to say anything else. He reached for you like gravity pulled him, cupping your face with hands still smelling like oil and speed, and kissed you — hard. Desperate. Like he needed the feel of your lips to make the podium real.

The kiss lasted seconds. Maybe less. But it was everything. A victory, a promise, a secret.

Or so you thought.

You didn’t see the photographer until the next day. The picture was already everywhere before you even got out of bed — Charles in his race suit, lips pressed to yours, hands tangled in your hair, your eyes closed and full of trust.

The internet exploded. And your stomach sank.

You were pacing his hotel room floor when he walked in, phone in hand. “So,” he said, calm like the eye of a storm. “We’re famous now.”

You looked up, heart in your throat. “Charles, this could ruin everything.”

He raised an eyebrow, tossing the phone onto the bed. “Ruin what? The relationship we’ve been pretending isn’t real?”

“Don’t,” you said, voice tight.

But he was already crossing the room, closing the space between you. “I’m not ashamed of you. I never was. If the world knows, let it. Let them know I love you.”

Your breath caught.

You didn’t say it often — neither of you did. The words were too heavy, too vulnerable, especially under the weight of the spotlight. But now, with the light burning brighter than ever, he offered them freely.

“I’m scared,” you whispered. “Not of being with you. Just… of the hate. The comments. What they’ll say.”

Charles nodded, forehead pressing to yours. “Then let them talk. I’ll be too busy kissing you to care.”

You smiled despite the storm in your chest, tears pricking your eyes. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“Oui,” he murmured, his smile crooked, his hands already sliding to your waist. “But I’m yours.”

---

never beating the husbands allegations

Max Verstappen & Charles Leclerc share the podium in their last karting race together at the 2013 CIK-FIA World KZ Championship (Varennes, France)

🎥: Max Verstappen - Whatever It Takes (Documentary)

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oscar wanting to meet leo "if he can pop to mclaren" is so funny because of course oscar can't pop to ferrari - there's a man who wants him dead

something something night changes

KINNPORSCHE ANNIVERSARY WEEK 14

Free choice: KinnPorsche + text posts (pt. 61/65)

bonus:

post race win glow