Fuck if I know what I'm here for.

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With everything going on in Gaza I've (like a lot of other people) found myself very disappointed in certain people that I looked up to. However, one that particularly hurts is Yungblud refusing to speak up on the genocide at all. Like how are you going to build a brand based on truth, honesty, courage, blah blah, and refuse to speak up about this. Especially after how vocal he was about Russia/Ukraine. I swear to god i looked up to him so much but this is just low from him.

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Hate To Love You - Chapter 6 - The Lady Doth Protest (Charles Leclerc Series)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC) Warnings: language Word Count: 3200 Tag List: Drop a comment or add your name HERE. Synopsis: Enemies to lovers + sizzling banter + fake dating with Charles Leclerc. Full synopsis & master list HERE.  Author’s Note: Wow, it's been way too long and damn it feels good to be back with you all. I'm feeling good about posting 3-4k words each week, probably on Thursdays or Fridays. THANK YOU for your patience!!! It's been a crazy summer and fall, here's to a nice and settled winter ❤️ A Man's World has officially been PUBLISHED. Interested in a copy? Click HERE! As always your feedback on my content is truly INSPIRING and makes my day, so if you liked the chapter let me know what you think below in the comments! I eat them up like DESSERT! Want more updates or just want to launch at my hilarious Georgia and Lily reels? Follow me on TikTok Or Instagram! @authorgracenewman Now enough of my shameless self-promotion... let's get back to Lily and Charles!

You'll definitely want to chapter up with Chapter 5 HERE.

I woke up the next morning to the ringing of my cell phone. With my eyes still groggy with sleep, I turned over and groaned, reaching over to the bedside table as I fumbled for the device. The phone stopped as soon as I grabbed it, and I sighed in relief, hoping that whoever was on the other end of the phone call had realized that it was still the morning, although I knew I should already be awake.

As soon as the ringing stopped, my mind wandered back to last night, and the horror of what I had done settled on my chest. I’d done what I had promised I would never do again –  I’d ended up back in bed with Charles fucking Leclerc. Charles had once again dragged me back under his spell, and just like last time, he had managed to leave me feeling as if I was trash in the gutter just by one look on his face.

Regret.

Charles had regretted me the last time we had traveled down that road, and I knew he regretted me this time. As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn’t care about how Charles Leclerc felt about me, I knew deep inside my soul that it wasn’t true, especially not when that feeling was regret.

I looked at my phone and immediately went to open Instagram, but before I could open the app my phone rang again, and Georgia Dubois’s name flashed on the phone’s screen.

What on earth did Georgia want with me on a morning after a night out?

“Georgia… I feel like the pre-season debrief could wait until we’re back at the office, hmm?”

“Lily, I need you to come to my room, now. Floor 15, room 1568.” There was urgency in her voice, urgency and something else., something that sounded like panic.

“… Now as in… now now?”

“See you in five.” Before I could protest, Georgia hung up the phone. I looked at the clock - 10:10 a.m., which meant the hallways would be fairly empty since most guests had either left on early flights or were still hungover in their rooms. I threw on some clothes and made my way up to Georgia’s floor, which was of course much higher up than mine.

No expense spared when it comes to Ferrari and their drivers, I scoffed to myself. The Mercedes F1 team was known for its cost savings when it came to hotels and drivers. Lewis used to always complain that as a 7x World Champion, he was lucky to get a suite when it came to Toto and Mercedes’ purse strings.

I headed straight to the room that Georgia had texted me and knocked on the door. It was as if Georgia had been standing there waiting for me, because she opened it on the second knock, causing me to fall forward, only to catch myself on the coat rack that had been placed right next to the door.

“Jesus, Georgie…” I grunted, shaking off the small moment of shock as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was her fiance Carlos, who just nodded my way as he kept his eyes on the TV, glued to the Real Madrid game going on in the background.

Georgia motioned for me to take a seat, which I obliged as Carlos immediately lowered the volume of the television, finally turning to face me and Georgia. As soon as Carlos looked at me, I felt dread take over my entire body. Carlos was always so happy-go-lucky – and I likened him to a golden retriever, barely anything got him down, but the solemn nature of his face told me exactly why I was here.

“Is someone going to tell me what is going on?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the three of us. I could see that Georgia was trying to find her words.

“So… after the pre-season party last night, what did you do?” Georgia finally asked, and I frowned, giving her a pointed look to let her know that I wasn’t thrilled with her nosy question.

“Not really any of your business,” I scoffed at my ex-teammate, but I knew my cheeks had gone slightly red. I wasn’t sure what Georgia had heard, but I wasn’t about to admit that I had slept with her brother last night.

“Well, it seems like it is my business now,” Georgia quipped, clearly unimpressed with my snarky reply. Her tone sounded like a mother who had just caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.

“… just fucking spit it out, Georgia.”

“Lily, I don’t care if you and Charles are fucking. I don’t care that you and Pierre are fucking. Hell, I don’t care if you have slept with the whole fucking grid…” Georgia’s tone was sharp, and I could feel her words start to slice through me.

So she did know that I had slept with her ex-boyfriend Pierre. Guess I wasn’t as discreet as I had hoped.   

Before I could get a word in, Georgia continued, “… but what I do care about, is your reputation. As only one of two women on the grid, you know what is at stake here. I fucking hate that the entire world looks at the female drivers through a magnifying glass, but they do. The world shouldn’t care about who you are with, and quite frankly, it’s none of their business… but that just isn’t the case.

What we do is, and for the foreseeable future will be, looked at through a microscope. Am I making any sense to you?” Georgia sighed and looked back at Carlos, who just grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before nodding at her in supportive agreement.

As if out of instinct, I felt my lips starting to apologize to Georgia. “Look, Georgia… I’m sorry about…” But before I could finish, Georgia cut me off, putting her hand up to signal that her tirade wasn’t yet complete. 

“I’m not done, Lily,” she said tiredly. I could see that the actual lecture was about to happen, and I felt my stomach sink to the floor. By the look on her face, I knew she was more upset with me for something other than sleeping with her brother – and that thought disturned me more than Georgia admitting she already knew that I had slept with her brother and ex-boyfriend.

“Lily, someone caught you and Charles in the elevator last night. And to make matters worse, as of this morning, the video is all over Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, you name it. I had a call from Toto this morning, who debriefed me on the situation… 

Lily, are you listening to me?”

No, I wasn’t listening one bit. Truth was, I had stopped listening after the word ‘caught.’ Dread started to fill my entire body, and I could feel my hands and legs start to shake from all-consuming panic.

How could I be so fucking stupid? Of course, someone had caught us. Charles was the number 1 driver on the grid, people knew his face everywhere, and this hotel was crawling with tourists.

I just stared back at my racing coach, not able to utter a single word. The silence for the next minute was deafening, and it was clear that even Georgia didn’t want to continue with this conversation, but I could see from the urgency in her eyes that we had no other choice.

“How bad is it?” I eventually managed to force out my question, gazing up at Georgia through my flooded eyes.

“Salvageable,” was all she responded.

“What are they saying?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I knew from the look in her eye and tone of her voice that it did matter.

“Bull shit, Georgie. We both know I’m going to hear it eventually from my mother, so you might as well spit it out.” The uneasy expression on her face and exasperated sigh told me exactly how bad it was, and I immediately pulled out my phone, but Georgia grabbed it from me, placing it back on the table screen facing down.

“Let me guess, it’s a lot worse for me than it is for your brother?” I scoffed, and the lack of response from both Georgia and Carlos confirmed my suspicions.

It was always worse for the woman.

“It’s not great for either of you, honestly.” Again, she paused, and as I watched her mouth something to Carlos, the anger inside of me started to explode into full-blown rage.

Fuck this.

“Georgia, if you don’t tell me what’s happening this instant, I am going to go down the hallway and start yelling until I find someone who does. Clearly, Toto and the team have asked you to tell me what is going on, so spit it out. This torturous silence and limbo you have me in is crucifying my soul!”

“I know, you’re right,” Georgia sighed. “Here’s the lowdown. You and Charles were caught, in the elevator, before rushing into his hotel room. The tourist, or whoever it was, filmed the two of you. Unfortunately, they also caught you coming out of Charles’ room, looking like you were doing a walk of shame.

“By early this morning, the photos were all over the internet, and The Sun posted a ludicrous story a few hours on the matter.”

“Please, no one believes The Sun. I mean, it’s The Sun, the crappiest tabloid ever made. Plus, these photos should blow over in a week - maybe two tops, right?”

“Yes… except this morning, someone decided to fan the flames of the article.” Georgia didn’t have to say the words for me to know exactly who it was.

Fucking Louis, my ex-boyfriend, and the gift that kept on giving. Every fiber of my being told me he was behind this, and if he wasn’t behind it, I knew he damn well would make the most of it.

“Louis was caught this morning at the airport offering up his opinions on the photos in front of tourists, VIPs… anyone that would listen…”

“Lucky me,” I sneered. “And tell me, what did my dear ex-boyfriend have to say about this?”

“He insinuated that you and Charles have been sleeping around for a while.”

“And by ‘insinuated,’ he just fucking flat out said it, didn’t he?” Again, the silence between the three of us told me everything I needed to know.

Oh, Louis. 

He must have been immensely pleased with himself in that moment. He had always believed Charles and I had slept together during my first season in Formula 1, something I never confirmed as I knew it would only serve to make him more jealous. 

I couldn't risk Louis's suspicions of Pierre growing further by making him aware that I had slept with someone else on the grid – that wasn't a reputation I wanted for myself.

”Georgia’s foot was now tapping up and down as she eyed me warily, not ready to utter the words that I could see were killing her on the inside.

“He accused you of sleeping around the grid, said that Charles wasn’t the only one…. Lily, Louis said that’s why you came third in the championship behind Charles last year, because you have been sleeping with him and a few of the guys.”

“I’m sorry… did my ex-boyfriend, who I caught in bed with another woman, dare to accuse me of cheating on him when he's had his dick in how much pussy?” I was now standing, my arms outstretched as I just motioned to me and then back to my phone like a buffoon. I was both speechless and had too much to say at the same time.

“Not in so many words.”

“Good grief, Georgia, just say yes.” My voice was laced with sarcasm as I said the words. I knew lashing out at one of my closest friends was not the answer, but the utter despair and frustration of this conversation was starting to get the best of me. My racing coach was phenomenal with data –bad with people.

“Look, he didn’t directly say it, but it’s clear that social media is inferring it from his words, especially considering everyone assumed you guys were dating… and now you aren’t.”

“Everyone thinks we currently aren’t dating because he was seen with a new blond bimbo!” I exclaimed, still waving my hands frantically in the air as I stood up, as if that was going to make my point hit home. “Of course, everyone was going to think it was my fault. No one ever blames the white man… Let me guess, Charles is coming away unscathed from this one?”

“Now that is where you’re wrong. Apparently, his sponsors and PR team aren’t thrilled about him sleeping with one of the two women on the grid, especially not one that just got out of a relationship with a supposed friend of his.”

“I didn’t think who either of us slept with was any of our sponsor’s business.” Georgia just gave me a pointed look that told me to stop daydreaming – of course, sponsors cared. I was their property until they stopped paying my bills.

“But the good news is, there is a solution to this.” Georgia’s face slightly lit up, and I immediately knew where she was going with this. 

“You’re out of your mind. Like hell am I going to pretend to date Charles Leclerc. I don’t care if he’s your brother. I don’t care if he’s Ferrari’s golden boy. I don’t care that his stupid smug face could save my career. No. No way. Not a chance.” I downed my coffee and began pacing the room, but Georgia’s silence and slight uptick of her mouth told me that nothing I said had gotten through to her.

“Why do you hate my brother so much?” Georgia’s tone wasn’t as upset as I had expected. As twins, she and Charles were incredibly close, and yet Georgia always seemed so amused by the visceral reaction I had every time I saw her brother.

“I don’t hate your brother,” I bit back – unconvincingly.

“Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much,” Georgia winked.

“There’s no way Charles would agree to this! Why would he? The sponsors aren’t actually going to drop the racer all of the bookies have their money on.”

“No, you’re probably right, but his sponsors could make this very, very painful for him. Being seen having a one-night stand with a female driver who was dating your friend and a fellow racecar driver jsut days after their supposed break up, is a very bad look for Charles – and judging by the comments on his Instagram this morning, the fans have noticed. Believe it or not – Charles loves his golden boy image, and that image is unmistakably tarnished.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I believe that Charles loves his golden-boy image.” I couldn’t help but snicker, as if Georgia thought the entire grid wasn’t constantly witnessing Charles enjoy his status as the grid’s most desirable driver. The press loved him. The fans loved him. All of Monaco loved him.

Well, I guess until he slept with a certain rebellious Brit. That thought had me slightly grinning, a grin that was quickly wiped off my face as Georgia cleared her throat; her look of disappointment was noticeable. 

“Georgia, there’s no way Charles is going to agree to this,” I insisted. The only thing Charles hated more than losing his precious reputation was the idea of dating the rebellious, stubborn British driver whose dirty laundry filled up a laundromat full of machines. 

“He already has.”

Stunned didn’t describe how I felt as Georgia said the words. Not a single bone in my body believed what she was saying. 

I was speechless.

“There’s no way…”

“There is. I spoke to my brother this morning after I chatted to Toto. Toto didn’t ask me if you were dating, but I could tell by his voice that he was definitely hopeful the two of you were dating. The Mercedes social media posts have been full of fan’s inquiries – and Toto said Petronas were asking as well.”

“So what you’re saying is none of these traditional sponsors want a grid slut… really puts a new meaning to grid girl.”

“Lily….” Georgia chastised as she rubbed her temples.

“No, no, it’s fine. No need to remind me of my place Georgia. I suppose I should be happy that my ‘hero’ Charles has come to my rescue, hmmm? Best to not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Again, I knew the sarcasm was untimely and incredibly rude, but the entire thing felt like a slap in the face.

“Look, I know it’s not what you want, but not only will it help boost both of your images, but it’ll put all of those dating rumors from Louis at bay and shut him up. 

We’re looking to get ahead of things. If you and Charles announced that the two of you are dating, then Louis can’t exactly come out and say that 'no, in fact, Lily and I were dating.’ It would be much too embarrassing for him, especially since he has a new girlfriend. This stops all of the rumors about you and him and settles it once and for all.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There’s no way this was a good idea. Even if this worked, it wouldn’t matter, Charles and I would kill each other before either of us could see the benefits of this arrangement.

"And what does precious Charles get out of this?" 

"Charles can restore his image and reputation. He's always been a relationship boy, and his relationship with whatever-her-name-was has been out of the public eye for some time now. He's never been the one-night stand type of guy, and this way he can have a positive relationship that won't get in the way of his racing."

I threw my hands up in disbelief as I exclaimed, "That's just great! So now I'm helping not only my rival with his PR image but also his racing? Fabulous!" I could only hope that Georgia would pick up on the sarcasm in my voice. "As far as I see it, you're helping each other," she said pointedly, and I knew she was reminding me of what I had at stake here. "Look, you don’t have to get back to me today. We have a couple of weeks’ break, and you have a few days at home. Take a day to think on it?”

“I don’t have to think on it. It’s a no.” Georgia just smiled at me as she sipped her small decaf coffee.

“Just take some time to think on it, Lily.” 

Without sparing Georgia a glance, I stormed out of her hotel room and marched myself back to mine. 

The notion of even considering this idea was so absurd that my blood boiled in rage.

Hell would have to freeze over before I would ever date Charles Leclerc. 

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Now Playing: A Cassette Of Catastrophes

It is a Saturday night, I am laying in my bed, and there is a noose above my head. Not a real one of course. A metaphorical one, a sense of impending doom, if you will. A real noose would be way more serious. I'm not quite there yet.

Occasionally I wonder what will take me there. It's not all that occasional if I'm honest.

Anyway, let's come back to the impending sense of doom. I've always found doom to be a funny word by the way.

Doom. Doom. Doom.

It sounds more like a noise than a word doesn't it? Something little kids in a park imitating blasts would shout.

Doom. Doom. Doom.

The word sounds more and more ridiculous if you keep repeating it. But I suppose that's true for any word. Try it sometime. I once did it with my name.

But I digress. Coming back to where we were, I have this sense of impending doom. I've had it for a while now. It's not the easiest to explain. It's like somebody has taken out my brain and inserted a cassette of all the possible catastrophes in this world.

And these aren't Armageddon-type catastrophes. No, these are far more personal.

One of the most popular catastrophes on the cassette is me getting in an argument with somebody I love and them dying immediately after. Like immediately. No time to apologize, no chance to take back the hateful words I didn't mean, just my shouts echoing in the hollow space where they used to be. Eventually, the echo would end, but I'd be left with silence. Silence so vicious that I won't be able to breathe, silence so vicious that it will bleed into everything I touch, silence so vicious that I'd rather hang myself than sit in silence a second longer.

A close second on the popularity list is me dying in my sleep. Can you imagine it? Existing one second and being gone the next? My cassette can, quite vividly in fact. My roommate would probably find me the next day. She would maybe think I was just asleep at first. Then she'd feel my cold hands. She would definitely freak out. She'd get an ambulance but it would be too late by then. She'd call my parents. They wouldn't be able to compute it at first. After all, what parent expects to bury their own child? My siblings would be crushed, but they'd be strong for my parents. Maybe one of them would name their kid after me. My roommate would be traumatized. She'd probably need therapy to get over finding a dead body, which is unfortunate because I don't think her health insurance covers that.

But anyways, now that you have an idea of what the cassette sounds like, I hope you understand my sense of impending doom a bit better. The cassette starts at full volume the second I wake up, and most nights it is playing too loud for me to go to sleep. Occasionally it switches from terrible events that might happen in the future to terrible events that might happen right then. Honestly, I kind of appreciate the change of pace. At least with the latter, I can breathe once the moment has passed.

You might recommend I put the cassette off, or maybe replace it with a new one, but then you'd be missing the point entirely.

I think I should get up and walk around now. I've been in bed without sleeping far too long, and there comes a point when you must accept defeat.

I've never done this before by the way. Explaining my sense of impending doom. I don't know how I'd go about it if I'm honest.

I've imagined bringing it up offhandedly a couple of times with different people. Asking them if they've ever imagined a random car losing control and crashing into them. If they've ever imagined the breath leaving their body, bones cracking like brittle sticks, the gurgling noise in their chest as their lungs drowned in their own blood. I'd ask them if they've heard the sirens of an ambulance close by, and wondered what their last thoughts would be. If regret would cloud everything else. I don't think it would go over very well. I mean their own imminent mortality is not something people like to talk about over coffee, is it?

It should be though. Definitely more interesting than the weather.

My walking around the room has turned to pacing now. For some reason, talk of death seems to send adrenaline rushing through the body. Go figure. The thing about this adrenaline is, it leaves you exhausted. Every time my brain projects a detailed image of a tragedy, my body goes into overdrive, adrenaline pulsing through every vein. Then, when I don't actually die, the adrenaline recedes just as quick as it came, leaving me feeling like I just ran a marathon. One would assume that after months of this, my body would learn better. It would recognize that my brain has been sending false alerts since forever and learn to chill out. But that's not happened yet. I don't think it ever will.

Recently I've been putting this adrenaline to good use. Whenever I have a big load of dishes, I take a couple of minutes and let the sense of impending doom run free. Then, once the adrenaline makes me desperate to move, I get to work. Is this unhealthy? Arguably so, yes. Does it allow me to finish work at a superhuman speed? Also, yes.

It's Sunday now. It's still early but the sun will start to rise in a little bit. I think I'm going to take a shower and go up to the roof for a bit. I used to love that when I was younger. Music and a rooftop was all I needed to feel invincible. I've stopped going up there for a while now, the sense of impending doom starts working much harder on heights. But I hope it'll be worth it. After all, I've got to find sanity somewhere, right? Otherwise, I'm afraid that the noose is going to become real very quickly.

It's been worth it. As I sit here with these small sunbeams dancing upon my body, I think it's the first time I've felt substantial in a long time. I know it might sound weird, but there's something about the way the sunlight stops at my skin instead of passing right through it. Sometimes the cassette of catastrophes plays for so long without pause that instead of being alive, and laughing, and learning, and crying, and living, I start waiting for death.

After so many months of that, It's reassuring to know that I'm still here, wholly. It's reassuring to know that I'm real. It's reassuring to know that I'm not just a phantom that could disappear any second.

I've been here for an hour now, and the sun has started feeling overly warm. There's a sheen of sweat covering my body. I'm feeling different somehow. It takes me a minute to realize what the feeling is.

I want to do something. I only realize once I've said it out loud, but I don't think I've wanted to do something for a long time now. I guess it's kinda difficult to want to do stuff when you're constantly waiting for something to go wrong. Who would've thought?

I'm already in the appropriate attire, so I think running might be a good choice. Maybe all the serotonin from exercise will prolong this silence.

As I run, I realize just how much I've missed this. Not the running of course. The wanting to do something. The easy breathing. The listening to my music and actually hearing it. The being alive instead of surviving. It's nice.

It is now Sunday night. I can tell my respite is near its end. When you've been living with the sense of impending doom for so long, you learn to recognize its arrival. You recognize how it makes your breathing shallow. You recognize how it makes you hear disaster in every single sound. You recognize when it forces you to stare into the shadows till they come to life.

At this second, I can feel the sense of impending doom approaching fast, ready to wrap me in its frigid embrace once more. The cassette of catastrophes is starting to get louder in the background. I want to walk it off, to try and prolong this peace, but I don’t really have a choice. There isn’t enough fit in my body today. So I sit still and do nothing as the cold wraps itself around me, cutting off my oxygen, warping my reality, erasing my sanity.

But even now, there is a part of me that is holding on.

Holding on for the day when I will feel the sense of impending doom walk towards me and not flinch. I will stand there, and I will face her. We will meet like old lovers, each more forgiving of the other than we used to be. There will be no cassette of catastrophes serenading us, there will only be a soothing silence. We will share an embrace, and this time there will be no cold seeping into my bones, making a home for itself in the hollow of my chest. There will only be the warmth of familiarity shared between two who used to know each other. I will be the first to let go of the embrace, and when I do, the sense of impending doom will not dig her nails deeper into my flesh to try and draw blood. She will not hold on so hard that she scars me, and she will not scream and cry vitriol into my ears. She will let me go with grace. We will look into each other's eyes, and she will brush her hand against my cheek. We won’t make promises to meet soon, because we both know our paths will cross again. But at that moment we will say goodbye, and we will mean it.

There is a part of me that is holding on for another sunny day when I will feel real.

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A Man's World - Now a Book <3 (Interested in a free copy?)

Hi! Wow, it has been WAY too long since I have been on Tumblr posting fics... and I miss it so much! A lot has happened since I've last been on, but I have a few fun updates.

"This Is A Man's World" is officially a book! (Launches October 6th!)

Man's World, my Carlos Sainz fanfic that I posted all last year, is now officially a book on kindle unlimited + kindle pre-sale (soft cover coming soon!)! I knew I loved the story so much that I wanted to post it somewhere, and finally my friends (and several of you!) convinced me to re-write the story with original content... and I finally did it.

So really this is a post to say two things...

THANK YOU. A million times over. All of your comments, likes and reblogs kept me going through some tough times last year – and I can't appreciate it enough. Your feedback and love of this story made my day over and over again, and words can't express how much I love this community. You guys just rock.

As a thank you from me... I would love to give you the new book! So, would you like an Advanced Reader Copy? I can't think of a better group of people to read the book, and I'd LOVE some feedback honestly! The bulk of the story is the same, but there's definitely a lot of fun updates. I've of course redone the names and teams, but the characters are the same... if not better <3

If you are interested in getting a copy, then send me a quick Tumblr message or an email @ [email protected] ! I'll happily email over a copy to you in kindle format or PDF, whatever you would like.

And if you're feeling wild enough to leave me a Goodreads or Amazon review (or a cheeky social post!), then this independent, indie author would eternally grateful!

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My second update is that now I am done Man's World (and that chapter is closed)... we can FINALLY get back to Lily's chapter. (And thank God caused I missed her.) Expect Hate To Love You Chapters to resume posting next week!

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@ccloaned​  @canadian-girl87​ @tita010​ @idkiwantchocolatee​  @sava207​  @organasith​ @elixiann​  @carlito55​ @valureads​ @myescapefromthislife​ @burntrubber-dirtyair​  @loverboysainz​  @cubedkiwi​  @expcteverything​ @the-scarletbitch​  @hungryhungariann​  @vita-di-moda​ @ferrariital​  @valureads​ @enn-j​  @amerainne​  @thelightnessofthebeing​  @hewinsinmonza-16​  @perriexed​  @bangtanxberm​  @eitak-t​ @perriexed​  @bangtanxberm​ @jpotterdilf​ @altheahuf​  @chiliwhore​ @dutifullyyoungdream​   @a-certified-whore​  @its-lilla-my-dudes​  @charles-dimple​ @forzaferraris​  @bradfordbantams​  @aedeluca​  @alternativemadchen​  @esserenorris​  @questionslostinmoments​  @writing-about-current-obsessions​ @downinroma​  @ferrarifwendvale​ @ancient-darling​ @hoodpankow​ @ccrobbs​ @sammy0908​  @starxqt​ @ifancycharlesleclerc​  @lightsoutpierre​  @altheahuf​  @gogmf1​  @ohthemisssery​ @raaaaabzzz​​ @icecoldtires​ @iloveturbosa​ @dr3lover​ @ellethewitchbitch​ @sophierose463​ @running-colourful​ @ricsaigaslec​ @rebelwrites @internetgremlin @internetgremlin-writes @mickcedesamgf1

Carlos Tag List -

@24joan​  @troochtvivel​  @glame​

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Aaahhhh. ♥️

[sgkophie]

Hate To Love You - Chapter 4 - Saved By The Wolff (Charles Leclerc Series)

 Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: language, enemies to lovers 

Synopsis: Lily Wilson, Mercedes first female driver, has only one goal: to win the world drivers championship. There’s only one thing standing in her way - a certain Ferrari driver who is determined to not let that happen. [Enemies to lovers series with Charles Leclerc] Check out the full intro synopsis + full story master list here.

Tag List: Drop a comment below or fill out this google form.

Word Count: 4800

THANK YOU for all of your patience <3 I am very excited to release the next three chapters. They are all planned out and I am in the middle of wiring them. The plan right now is to release one every Friday - ENJOY. Comments and thoughts on the story are like dessert to me so thank you in advance! 

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She's back!!!

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“When the handle has snapped off the basket that held all your eggs…” gone girl tier monologue

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Where's the lie

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futbol heritage

[satyriconmp3]

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I'll love how football is considered to be a dude-bro sport but then all the players look to be just a little in love with each other & they all cry after matches. This is the kinda masculinity I'm stanning.

[sgkophie]

Hate To Love You - Chapter 2 - A Spoon Full of Sugar (Charles Leclerc x Reader)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: language 

Synopsis: Lily Wilson, Mercedes first female driver, has only one goal: to win the world drivers championship. There’s only one thing standing in her way - a certain Ferrari driver who is determined to not let that happen. [Enemies to lovers series with Charles Leclerc] Check out the full intro synopsis + full story master list here.

A/N: Thanks for being so patient and waiting for chapter 2! I needed to let my muse regather, so I spent the last month doing some EXCELLENT reading and getting refreshed. Enjoy, loves! <3

Tag List: Drop a comment below or fill out this google form.

Word Count: 4700

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1 

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Chapter 2 is here!!!!!!!!!!

[vettelewis]

Q: "Would you have relished going alongside Lewis Hamilton?" (In regards to 'Seb to Mercedes' rumours in 2017)

Seb: "Yeah, I think it would've been a great challenge and I would've enjoyed that. But it just wasn't meant to be. [...] I think I would've enjoyed racing with Lewis. We get along really well. I think our moment was the 2017 Baku Grand Prix where we had maybe what you can call now a misunderstanding. I was very upset, it was one of those moments where things didn't go my way and I was upset and maybe the emotional side took over too much. But I think actually that moment was a key moment because it could've made us step away from each other more or bring us together, and it brought us together."

- Beyond the Grid

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Crying 😭

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Lewis being genuinely happy for George and focusing on the teams improvement and effort despite the fact that this might very well be the end of his streak shows he's exactly how much of a sportsperson he is and the amazing human he is.

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Max refusing to let checo pass was the biggest dick move ever. Idc what max *thinks* checo did in Monaco. Checo has repeatedly proved he's a team player and this was fucking disrespectful. I have my reasons is not a fucking justification.

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Carlos third-wheeling the Mercedes team on the podium 😭😂😂😂😂

[sgkophie]

Hate To Love You - Chapter 1 - Fortune Favors the Bold

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader, Charles Leclerc x OFC

Warnings: language, angst 

A/N: Who’s ready for round 2!? Welcome to our Man’s World spin off. I wrote a little prologue to this series which can be found HERE. If you haven’t read Man’s World, thats absolutely fine - this story doesn’t require it! 

Feedback is very welcome (and appreciated!)…want to know what you all think, still working thru the overall plot but I think it’s starting to come together. 

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Tag List: Drop a comment below or fill out this google form.

Word Count: 5100 Words

Check out the full intro synopsis + full story master list here.

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It's here folks!!!!

[sgkophie]

Hate To Love You - Chapter 1 sneak peak!

YAYAYAYAY! And away we gooooooooo!

Man's World one-shot which doubles as a prologue for this series can be found HERE.

Hate To Love You Masterlist is HERE.

Add yourself to the tag list HERE.

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“If you’re looking for the team secrets, Toto – Bugatti won’t give them to me until I sign another contract with them,” I half joked, motioning for him to enter my little living room area in my hotel room. Toto just let out a light laugh, no doubt understanding my subtle hint that I was still a free agent, as he took a seat at my sofa, signaling for me to take a seat next to him.

“Tea or coffee?” 

“No, thank you – this won’t be long.” Toto’s words made my heart slightly drop. It was no secret that I was clamoring for a seat at Mercedes; Lewis had to be retiring soon, and as a Mercedes-AMG academy driver, I knew I had to be in the running for the seat. I tried to hide the disappointment on my face as I finished seeping my tea, but I had never been the best actress. Toto let a small grin form on his face at my clear disappointment, but still said nothing, waiting for me to take a seat. 

“I assume you know why I’m here?” 

“Should I?” Toto kept the sly grin on his face as he observed me sipping my tea, my eyes still meeting his with the same ferocity and annoyance he was giving me. 

“Tomorrow after the race Lewis is going to announce his retirement this year…” 

“Yes, I’ll do it!”  Toto let out a chuckle at my enthusiasm. My manager would be annoyed, apparently you should never look too excited – less they offer you a lower salary because they think you’re too interested – but I didn’t care. This was my fucking seat. 

I’d earned it, earned my spot at Mercedes. I had earned a chance to go to a male dominated team, a chance to show them that I could compete at any team, at any level. 

“Oh good… we need a new communications manager,” Toto joked. 

“Fuck off, Toto – where do I sign?” 

“We’ve already spoken to your manager, we’ll get the paperwork sorted this week and we’ll announce you after the summer break. I’ve spoken to Isabelle and she’s aware that I am making you an offer to drive for Mercedes next year.” I took a moment to contemplate his words, reminding myself why I wanted to leave Bugatti in the first place.

“I won’t be the second place driver, I don’t care that George is established.” 

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Folksssss!!! It's time to get excited!!!!! You brilliant brilliant writer @sgkophie

[blasphemous-nina]

The nuns who took care of the building are thrilled that skaters saved the church. They even let the skaters push them around on the skateboards.

[legalinthevoid]

I looked it up to verify and found not only that one but also

[the-errant-bard]

If they make another Tony Hawk, this needs to be in there

[hexmaniacmareen]

I wanted to read more about the nuns so here it is from their facebook page:

Also, the building is currently closed and theyre raising money to get the remodeling needed

https://sk8liborius.com/

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i like the concept of soulmates—not a “you’re destined to meet me, and love me” kind of soulmate, but a “i’d pick you, every time.” kind of soulmate. a “no matter what happens, and what has happened, i want to go through it with you.” kind of soulmate. a “i love you by choice, and you’re a blessing, and i’m going to continue thinking about you this way not because i have to but because i want to.” kind of soulmate. a “you help me rest easy when everything is difficult” kind of soulmate. a “in every possible outcome, i want you there, to share it with me.” kind of soulmate.

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Eleanor and Chidi writing about each other

[ka039]

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

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I will always reblog things like this, it won’t ruin your blog or the look of it, and this could potentially save a life.

PLEASE reblog this.