IMPRESSED !
summary : a new hire begins interviewing f1’s most well-known drivers, and it seems charles leclerc is very interested in her…
pairing : charles leclerc x journalist!reader
lina’s radio : i kinda have NO IDEA how journalism works so i kinda winged this, also lets pretend charles won monaco...okay...? i put my blood, sweat, and tears into this so hopefully you guys enjoy!
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f1 introducing the newest edition of our infamous camera crew: yn ln!
yn ln, graduating with a master of science in data journalism from columbia university, has allowed us for an inside look into her beginning days in the paddock! she will be interviewing various f1 drivers during the 2025 season, we wish her luck!
fun fact: she is one of max verstappen's childhood best friends!
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ynln i am so grateful for this opportunity, it truly is a dream come true ❤️ p.s. i have hundreds of max baby photos, dm me! 😉
⤷ maxverstappen1 i was going to congratulate you...but nevermind
⤷ user4 RELEASE THEM TO THE PUBLIC! 🙏
user12 charles in the likes...babe what are you doing here??
⤷ user8 omg you guys make a big deal out of everything, he's gonna breathe next to her one of these days and you'll say they kissed
⤷ user12 just saying 🤷♀️ i don't see him liking other posts like this
charles_leclerc congratulations 🎉
⤷ ynln thank you 😊
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ynln proof you can do anything you set your mind to
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f1 yes you can, we cannot wait to see you in the paddock this upcoming gp! ❤️
⤷ ynln i hope i live up to your expectations! ❤️
maxverstappen i better be the first you interview this weekend
⤷ ynln only if you win, old man! 🙄
user9 she's iconiccc, and being friends with max? she literally won in life
user22 her and max's friendship is actually adorbs like they're brother and sister
kellypiquet so happy for you, my girl 💕
⤷ ynln i love uuu
user16 charles in her likes again looool
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its media day, and the miami gp is everything you've dreamed of. the smell of burnt rubber and oil fill the cavities of your nose, reminding you of everything you've experienced leading up to this point. its a whirlwind of first-time conferences, handshakes with other reporters and representatives, and detailed instructions on what to say and how to act. your heart pounds as you travel the paddock, and although it isn't your first time around, it still feels just as nerve-wracking. the heels on your feet click against the uneven gravel of the paddock as you search for a driver to interview, and of course you find the very soul who introduced you to this chaotic world.
"max! max!" you wave your hand hoping to catch his attention, you watch as his head turns at the familiarity of your voice, and he gives a smile. you note it catches the attention of a production member, who strides over your way as he watches max approach you. as max stands beside you, you make eye contact with the camera, waiting for the okay to begin your spiel.
"andd we're live! hello, my name is yn ln, your new favorite up-and-coming f1 journalist! i'm here with max verstappen, current four time world champion in f1, how are you today max?" you ask, a radiant smile on your face as you look to smile at him, nudging him to answer. "well, just great today," he responds giving you a closed-lipped, almost teasing smile. "short as ever max, i won't be taking much of your time, i promise. tell me, how do you feel about this weekend's race in miami?" you nearly let out a chuckle at his slightly bewildered face, eyebrows furrowed slightly as he picks up your playful tone. "good, i think we have just as good of a chance like every other weekend, hoping to make some progress this weekend." he answers shortly, clearly pr-trained, you think, definitely unlike the max you know behind the scenes. you almost roll your eyes, but refrain, cameras are rolling and you cannot mess up your chances as a new journalist. "sounds good max, i'm wishing you luck, and i hope to see you on the podium this weekend!" you turn to him, pointing your microphone his way so he can get his last words in, "thank you, very much appreciated, i'll see you this weekend." he states calmly, giving you a genuine smile before walking away with his redbull crew. turning back to the camera you give off a bright smile, "andd that was max verstappen, lets hope we see him on the podium this weekend!" you say your final words before the broadcast cuts, giving a thank you to the filming crew, before making your way throughout the paddock, looking for others.
your confidence only seems to grow after your interaction with max, interviewing more drivers that you've come to know through glimpses and extensive research. from long-time mclaren driver lando norris to rookie ollie bearman, you find yourself infatuated with the lively energy radiating throughout the paddock. its easy, how naturally you seem to exude your own charisma, able to get drivers into a relaxed state, almost as if you're having a casual conversation, just like max said you'd be able to. you thank him in your head, traveling to the media center in hopes of getting your first break of the day, but of course—as luck would have it—you don't, but you can't say you're too mad about it. you're staring at your phone when it happens, looking through various folders of emails and work-related texts. that's when you bump into something, or more so someone, you come to realize when they grab onto your hips to prevent you from falling. flustered, you release yourself from their grip, and looking up you're met with a man, the same one you texted max about, and the same man that just so happens to be his "rival," charles leclerc.
"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry, i totally wasn't paying attention to where i was walking-" you sputter out, but he cuts you off, outstretching his hand to greet you, "charles, charles leclerc, i don't think we've met, non?" his accent slips out involuntarily, and you can't help but feel the rush of heat bloom across your cheeks and neck. "yn ln, f1's newest journalist, its great to meet you, leclerc!" you shake his hand, smiling sheepishly. he chuckles and for a moment your heart stops, "charles, call me charles, okay?" he tells you, before his attention is whisked away by a ferrari crew member shouting his name. he turns back to you, a show-stoppng, but genuine, smile gracing his face, "find me after the race sunday, okay? i'll make sure you get the first interview from me," he glances at you once more, watching you shyly nod, before giving you a small wave and walking away, leaving you standing stiffly. did that really just happen? you ask yourself, shaking your head as you continue to walk towards the media center, a rush of heat enveloping your face, charles leclerc voluntarily introducing himself to you?!
friday comes and goes, a mix of free practice and meetings, but also unprecedented media attention; which happens to work just in your favor as f1 drivers begin to pick you out of crowds, occasionally waving or stopping by for a brief word or two. you find teams reaching for you, almost as if their drivers want to be interviewed by solely you, but you don't mind. this proves especially true for one team, though you're unsure if it truly is the team's choice, or the driver's.
charles steps out into the media pen where he hears a mass of voices shouting at him, pulling his attention every which way. although he's still buzzing after p2 in the free practice, he can't help but feel exhausted, ready to practically run off to prepare for sprint qualifying but- oh. he catches sight of you, bright eyed and at the edge of the barricade separating himself from you. he jogs over, unable to keep himself together, as he practically grins from ear to ear. he waves to you slightly, before registering the many cameras angled at him, "hi charles! how're you feeling after that great performance in the free practice?" you beam, nudging your microphone to the monegasque, he's almost vibrating as he admires you, before quickly turning his attention to answer the question, "great! yeah, the car felt amazing, i'm feeling really good about this weekend." he states, offering a soft smile to you, running a hand through his hair, gosh he must look like a mess right about now-, "what are you most excited for this weekend?" you ask once more, he looks back to you, eyes running over your flushed face—no doubt due to the other reporters packed next to you like sardines—"hopefully getting onto that podium, i'm hoping for more good weekends so far like this," he winks before continuing, "i've got someone i want to impress." he watches your reaction, seeing how your face blooms with a reddish hue and you begin sputtering bashfully. he only smirks flirtatiously, waving a goodbye to the media outlets in your direction, before walking off with his press officer to prepare for qualifying, mission accomplished, he thinks.
the sprint race did not go as well as you wished. with max in p17 as a final result, you almost want to start a riot in your best friend's name, stupid time penalty, you think. but what makes you even more upset, even as much as you try to deny it, is remembering charles' crash into the wall before the race started. images of his frustrated face flash in your memory, and you shake your head, attempting to push the visuals out of your mind as you ready yourself to step into the media pen where you're sure the drivers will be stepping out to soon. of course the first race you attend is one where luck isn't on your favorite drivers' sides, you think.
the rest of your day comes in a blur of flashing cameras, too-short interviews, and quali, where you're unable to contain your smile looking at the results, max pole position, much better than the earlier sprint race's result, thankfully. the sun is slowly setting when you finish your final duties of the day. and after a barrage of, somewhat, successful interviews in the media pen, you're packing your materials up—microphones, radios, earpieces—when you feel a tap on your shoulder. you turn, and you're met with the sunset-kissed face of-charles leclerc?!
"hey," he says softly, waving, "hello charles! what are you still doing here?" you question, adjusting yourself so you can continue to pack up while still facing the monegasque man. "just...wanted to say hi, i didn't really get an interview from you," he admits, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. you quirk a brow in surprise, looking up and giving him a once over. his suit is tied at his waist, and the fireproofs he's wearing are clinging to his muscles a little too good, more than you can admit. you're blushing before you can realize it, catching yourself after staring for a bit too long. "ah...you looked a little frustrated, didn't want to pressure you into answering me along with hundreds of other outlets..." you trail off—referring to his sprint performance, if you can call it that—and looking away to close your briefcase of materials you'll need for the rest of the weekend. "congratulations on p8 for the race tomorrow though," you say quietly, finally making eye contact as his green eyes bore into your own. "thanks, definitely not my best performance though," he chuckles, "hoping to get a little higher on that leaderboard, y'know to impress someone..." he finishes, looking at you expectantly. your eyes widen, "yes, right...they're very lucky to have someone trying to impress them," you smile teasingly, picking up your briefcase, "i'm off charles, but good luck tomorrow!" you exclaim, begin to walk, but a hand catches your wrist, and you're again met with those dazzling green eyes.
charles, ever the observant man, notices the teasing smile splayed across your lips. he curses you in his mind, how dare you be so beautiful? his heart pounds as you try to end the conversation, and as you begin to walk away, he catches your wrist with his own hand. as you turn your head, eyes conveying your surprise, he curses you again. why must you make this so difficult for him? "i- uh. sorry." he manages to stutter out, confidence wavering slightly as he lets go of your wrist. he feels the rush of heat enveloping his face, and he thinks to himself to just spit it out! "maybe after this weekend...do you think we could...uh...go out?" he's looking anywhere but at you when he hears it, your enchanting laugh. the same one he's heard across the paddock and whips his head to find even a mere glimpse of you. he looks up to find you, hand over your mouth as you laugh more softly now. "we'll see leclerc, find me after the race tomorrow." you smile cheekily, waving goodbye as the sound of your heels slowly fades away. charles shoulders slump slightly at the sight of your slowly disappearing figure, not a yes, not a no, he thinks, what on earth is she playing at? he runs a hand over his face, stalking back to the ferrari motorhome, your words echoing in his head, is getting the girl always this difficult?
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charles_leclerc hopefully i've impressed someone, until next year miamiii
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scuderiaferrari you've impressed us charles! ❤️
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⤷ user44 lolll ferrari is not slick with this 😆
⤷ user65 ferrari PLEASE LMFAOO
user90 great race charless, forza ferrariii 🏎️
maxverstappen1 🤔
⤷ user12 LMFAO max you are not helping the rumors i can't believe this
ynln congratulations on p7, charles! 🥳
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⤷ charles_leclerc merci, merci yn! ❤️
⤷ user28 flirting in comments now 💔 he's so down bad
user72 ferrari 1-2 soon one of these days trust me bro ❤️🩹
with your words ringing in his ears, as soon as charles is free from his post-race duties--consisting of a horrid media pen, a post-race conference, and social media management--he sets off to find the one thing thats been plaguing his mind: you. eventually he does find you, watching from the sidelines as you interview your childhood best friend, a bright smile and twinkling eyes aimed at the dutchman. gosh you're gorgeous, his mouth twitches into a smile at the mere sight of you in your element, but it doesn't replace the gnawing ache in his chest as he watches you interact with max. he knows its an irrational feeling, max is happily with kelly, but he can't help but feel the drop of his heart as he watches you laugh. his staring competition with the back of your head is quickly interrupted however, by a few interviewers rushing up to him, hoping to get a word or two. he's polite when he answers the questions, short, concise, but polite—nothing like how he answers when he's getting interviewed by you. but from the corner of his eye he watches as you part from max, walking to god knows where, but all he knows is that he has to talk to you. he quickly says a few ending words, hoping he doesn't come off as disrespectful—his pr team would kill him—before turning on his heel, following the direction you walked off in.
you feel his presence before you see him, and you shake your head, looking at the ground while laughing slightly in disbelief. he falls into step tandem beside you, your paces matching as you continue walking. he's already looking at you by the time you look up, smiling cheekily before opening his mouth to speak, "looks like i've found you after the race," you continue walking as he awaits your response, curating what you'll say in your head. "looks like you have, charles," his name flows so effortlessly off the tip of your tongue, and you're sure he may just explode by the way he seems to be grinning in excitement, a red flush across his nose and cheeks. "and your answer?" he asks, impatient. ah yes, of course you remember, his question has been lingering in the back of your mind ever since he asked, and its clear it has been for him as well. you abruptly stop in the middle of the paddock, and you're forever grateful you cannot see any obvious signs of cameras still rolling near the both of you. charles halts with you, eyes boring into your own, dying to hear your answer. "well.." you start, heat creeping up your neck as you stare back into the monegasque's eyes. "although you didn't make podium...i was impressed with your performance on the track, so here," you're dragging out your words, practically torturing the poor man as you take a post-it note from your pocket and a pen. and after a few seconds of writing discreetly, you hand him the folded paper, "there's my number, leclerc, text me the details," a surge of confidence goes through your body as you wink at the older man, leaving him at a loss for words as you turn around, making your way across the paddock to pack up your things, ending a successful weekend.
his mouth parts as he watches your shrinking figure passing throughout the paddock. he looks down at the pink post-it note, a series of numbers followed by a cheeky heart and winking emoji is drawn onto the paper. he stuffs it into a pocket in his suit, running a hand over his flushed face and through his hair. god he is so unbelievably fucked, he thinks, heading back to his motorhome, and all that is running through his mind is the image of your wink directed at him and one single thought, you are a tease.
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ynln a simply lovely weekend, definitely was impressed by everyone's performances! next stop: imolaa 🇮🇹
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maxverstappen1 simply lovely indeed 🦁
⤷ ynln 🫡🫡
f1 we hope to see you every weekend! ❤️
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user56 the matching captions....you guys are NOT slick...
⤷ user23 wait matching captions with who???
⤷ user56 with charles leclerc, they've been prettyy close
lissiemackintosh so nice meeting you this weekend lovely 🩷
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user62 literally the best journalist on the paddock right now!
user87 the drivers liking her postss, they love her here
charles_leclerc a pleasure meeting you ♥️♥️
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⤷ ynln loved interviewing you this weekend!
⤷ user76 dude just kiss already
user88 her never failing to include max in her posts, they are truly bestfriends 🥺 i love them your honor
later that night...
that monday comes quicker than expected. your chest feels like it's going to explode, your makeup is slightly messed up, your hands are clammy, and your heart is racing faster than when you got your acceptance letter to columbia. but then again, what else would be your reaction had you known you were going on a date with an extremely well-known celebrity, never mind one that also works with you! you've smoothed your dress out for the fortieth time you think, when you check the clock: 6:42. you should probably head down to the lobby, actually you probably should be doing your reports, but never mind that, you're going on one of, if not the, most important date of your life. you breathe out, trying to calm yourself as you strap on your heels, the sound of clicking against marble floors echoing throughout the hallways of the large hotel your situated in. as you finally descend the final stairs, walking through the hotel's lobby, you stand outside, and at the same time, a sleek ferrari pulls up in front of you, and out steps your date for the night.
charles doesn't think he's ever seen a woman so beautiful. his breath catches in his throat as he turns to you, and every thought is wiped away from his brain except one: wow. he's at a loss for words, mouth parting slightly as he takes in your appearance, you're clad in a red dress, makeup done, and you look--as simple as he can put it--perfect. he realizes he's staring when he hears a soft giggle escape from you, and he finally meets your eyes. "you're- wow. you are beautiful." his brain must be malfunctioning, he thinks, the sight of you dressed to perfection being the one thing that can shake his, usually, unwavering confidence. he stretches his hand for you to take, opening the door to hhis luxury car. "you clean up nice, cha," you say, looking him up and down as you make yourself comfortable in his ferrari. he's sure his face is bright red when he says a small, thank you, before shutting the door. as he walks around the car to the driver's seat, he repeats the same thing to himself over and over: don't mess this up.
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maxverstappen1 replied to your story red for ferrari? you couldn't be anymore obvious 😂
⤷ ynln let me live old man 🧘♀️
user77 replied to your story WOW BOD GOALS HELLO
user91 replied to your story who gave you those flowers... 🤔
charles_leclerc replied to your story i'm pretty good at this photo taking thing
⤷ ynln only because i taught you how to get the angles right 🙄
⤷ charles_leclerc whatever you say, mon ange ♥️
user34 replied to your story RED = FERRARIIIII
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ynln a night worth remembering ♥️
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kellypiquet red is YOUR color ❤️
⤷ ynln i couldn't agree more!
user51 IS NO ONE ELSE NOTICING THE MAN'S HAND ON THE FIRST SLIDE?? ARE WE SKIPPING PAST THAT?
⤷ user89 no literally, that was the FIRST thing i saw
user75 a red post....charles' like....dude they couldn't be any less subtle
⤷ user42 yeah f1 fans have gone insane, its literally a color bye
sophiekumpen my beautiful girl, i miss you
⤷ ynln i miss you too tante, come see us soon 🤍
user64 my dream life 💔
the date goes well to say the least. you don't lift your finger for a thing; charles is incredibly gentleman-like: opening doors, pulling out your chair, informing the server when your order is wrong, paying for the tab, it feels like you're in a dream. he leaves you talking most of the time, and when you ask if he'd like to talk he stares at you with this incredulous look of confusion before saying, no, i want to hear about your life. it's silly really, how quickly the butterflies seem to form in your stomach, fluttering at nearly everything he does, and it continues even to the end of your date.
charles opens the door for you, holding your hand as you get out of his ferrari. he closes the door and leans against his car, looking down at you with that stupid, beautiful face. he's talking about something, you realize, but you're too focused on the way his lips move as he speaks, and the sparkle in his enchantingly green eyes. your eyes dart to his eyes, his lips, his eyes, then his lips again. his voice is muffled in your ears as you lean closer to the man, stepping on your tippy toes to come face to face with him. you lean in before he can register it, you can tell by the way he stiffens, then slowly melts into the kiss. its so soft, a synchronized dance of your lips on top of his, layers of affection built into it from a week of longing and stolen glances with each other. his hands land on your hips when you part, his chest rising and falling a little quicker than normal. you look at him through hooded lids, a night's adventure finally catching up to you, as you smile softly up at him, your lips slightly puffed from the kiss.
he thinks he might just be in heaven. his face is flushed as he maintains eye contact with you, and he thinks his heart cannot take the sight in front of him. you look tired, but it isn't that exhausted tired he's sure he's felt after a weekend race, it's the kind of tired that's insufferably cute, almost like a cat falling asleep. he sputters, hands still holding your hips, "you- you kissed me..." he says, almost bashfully, smiling like an idiot—he's sure. you nod, "couldn't pay attention to whatever you were saying, so...thought a kiss was a good solution, was it?" you cock your head to the side, standing up straighter. "yeah, no, great solution!" he manages to laugh out, still flustered. what the hell? how did you just do that so casually? is he honestly losing his charm because he definitely shouldn't be this shocked- his thoughts are cut off by a kiss to his cheek, and he watches as you free yourself from his grip on your hips. "that was for the race this next weekend, call it...a good luck charm, maybe you'll place higher," you smile cheekily at him, "i'll see you this weekend, charles, focus on the race, okay?" you say, waving goodbye and heading into the hotel. he waves a shy goodbye back, watching as your silhouette disappears from view, and he's still stuck leaning against his car. walking back around to his driver seat and getting into the car, he gives one last glance into the hotel your situated in, mon dieu, he really needs focus on the race this weekend.
the next morning...
imola is bustling. its filled with tifosi lined up against gates hoping to snag a signature or two from their beloved drivers. you smile as you walk through the swipe gates of the paddock, its so lively, it's quite hard not to be happy. but its also a thursday, the dreaded media day, you like to call it, due to your schedule being absolutely packed with conferences, and hopes of getting a few driver interviews. you unpack—situating yourself, your microphone, earpiece, and radio—you're praying this weekend will go smoothly like any other.
and smooth it goes for the most part. you're able to grab many drivers' attention, capturing footage you're hoping is streamed and well-received online, max wins, and charles climbs 5 places from his original qualifying, and you try very hard not to jump in excitement as he passes by the checkered flag. its a phenomenal weekend, you think as you slide yourself to the front of the barricades of the media pen.
you watch as max makes his rounds in the pen, smiling once he makes it to you. cameras are angled at you once max nods in your direction, and you begin, "max! a great weekend for you, from p2 in quali to p1, you've done great!" you beam, "yeah, yeah no great weekend, the team was great, couldn't have done it without them." he nods, sweat beading down his grinning face as he answers, "that overtake on oscar piastri in lap 1 was breathtaking, how'd you feel?" you push, watching max's expression closely as he answers, "yeah it felt great, sweeping around him was great, we all did very great." he says shortly, giving you a cheeky smile at his lack of an answer, always making things more difficult, stupid emilian, you curse in your head, watching as he stalks off to answer other media outlets. although, you can't help your smile as you watch him speak, pride bubbling in your chest. you both got what you dreamed of.
you linger around in the media pen, speaking to the dual mclaren drivers, one half of ferrari, and receiving a quick wave by williams' younger driver, before you see him. you watch as charles steps out into the media pen, his attention being drawn every way before his eyes land on you. as you make eye contact, you subtly shake your head, hoping it isn't caught on cameras. its a quick signal for him not to be interviewed by you, you're meant to lay low as intended, but of course he cannot help himself.
charles starts with his back turned to you, speaking to a media outlet whose questions are barely registering in his head. he moves on, talking and nodding along to another interviewer before he finally beelines towards you. of course he saw your signal, he thinks, hoping you don't take him for an idiot, but he can't help himself when he's seen you interview so many other drivers, it's his turn now, no? you cough in surprise when he's finally in front of you. "charles! how are you? great performance today, looks like you jumped 5 places from your position in qualifying!" you start, staring at him, but its hard to focus on your question when you're looking at him like that. "yeah, was great! glad we got somewhere this weekend, obviously not the best result, but its something..." he trails off, avoiding eye contact as he bores a hole into the floor, rubbing the nape of his neck. "you sure gave the tifosi something to be excited for this weekend! do you intend to keep up the pace these upcoming weekends?" you ask, nudging him slightly, eyes wide as you await his answer. "of course i hope to keep the pace up, but its really dependent on our team, i hope we can uh keep this momentum going," he nods while speaking, wiping a hand over his mouth. "any last words?" you break him from his trance of dissociation, looking at him expectantly with a look that says, don't say anything stupid. "ah yes, i'd like to say thank you to the person who gave me good luck this weekend, it worked!" he beams, pointing at the camera as he stares into it. he hears the sputtering, caught off-guard, thank you!, you say as he walks away, and a cheeky grin adorns his face. haha gotcha.
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ynln a great weekend with great people, congratulations to my best friend on p1! here's an old picture to bring down that ego 🤍
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lando HAHA young verstappen and leclerc
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user67 her including young charles AND the ferrari flag in the last pic...girl just hard launch already we're waiting 🙄
maxverstappen1 you're evil.
⤷ ynln aw you still love me though, nice try!
⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah, as if
user98 omg i always love watching her full interviews with the drivers, she's just so good at what she does
⤷ user80 no literally, the drivers smile so much with her
arthur_leclerc send that second photo to me please 🤲
⤷ ynln haha, check your dms!
⤷ user55 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
user63 her humbling max, yes queen we love to see it lolll
later that night...
the inside of charles' home in monaco feels like bliss. its clean, neat, and incredibly luxury, so much so but you can't help it when your mouth parts in surprise when you first enter. "wow...your home is beautiful, cha," you're almost stunned into silence due to your own speechlessness when you hear his laugh, "yeah, come i'll help you get settled," he waves, beckoning for you to follow him, and you nod, grabbing the handles of your suitcase. "mon dieu, what a terrible host i am," he says suddenly, shaking his head, walking over in two strides before gently removing your hands from your suitcase, "let me..." you look up to face him, "no, no its fine cha! i can do it," you wave your hands in front of your face, attempting to move towards your luggage, but he stops you. "nonsense, just follow me," he cheekily smiles, lifting the baggage with little effort, already walking up a set of stairs. wow. you think, running your eyes over his flexed arms, warmth creeping onto your cheeks. you realize you're stuck in place when he finally calls over his shoulder, "you don't mind sharing a room, non?" he asks, grinning teasingly. "no! i mean..no as in i definitely don't mind hah..." you call back, finally ascending the stairs with him. "good." you blush, hearing his low mutter in response, and running a hair through your hair, you think: how are you going to get through this weekend?
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ynln the calm before the storm 🤍
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user68 THE PIANOOO this HAS to be charless
⤷ user53 AND she's in monaco i think...
kellypiquet stunning per usual 🩷
⤷ ynln i miss you gorgeous girll
user77 every time she posts i scream in excitement
user52 she's so chic i love
iamrebeccad love everything about this post 🤍
⤷ ynln i love everything about you
the weekend smudges together in your memory, its a mix of the same old, same old: conferences again, handshakes with influential people who you won't remember the names of, connecting with the drivers, but its you. its almost as if you've been hypnotized by the piercing smell of oil and burnt rubber that you finally make it to race day.
you've decided to skip out on the post-race media pen. you can barely think of speaking to other drivers when all you're focused on is charles' performance. you're watching from the media center, right on the edge of the track, gnawing at your manicured nails and holding your breath. its incredibly suspenseful, your stomach is twisted into knots and your head feels like its being held underwater just by watching it on a screen. you can't imagine how he must feel inside of the car, you think, dismissing the ache in your chest. you watch as he performs nearly flawlessly: purple sectors, the fastest lap time, and holding off the other drivers. you cross your fingers in anticipation as you watch the last lap of 78, watching as he holds off the mclarens until the very last second, and then he flys by the checkered flag, p1.
charles cannot believe it. p1 in his home race, it almost feels better than winning a championship. and while he celebrates, lifting a fist in the air from his car, all he can think about is one thing: you. he's vibrating in happiness when he pumps his trophy in the air on top of the highest step of the podium, but the thought of you remains in his head. he races down once he's finished with his post-race duties, only to find you at the edge of the barricades, tears pricking your eyes as you smile widely in happiness. she waited. waited for you to find her, he thinks, and its almost instinct when he takes two strides towards you, holding your face in his palms. "did i finally impress you?" he whispers softly, watching your head fall back in disbelief and laughter, "shut up!" you exclaim back, "never," he chuckles, pulling your face into his own to lock your lips, and he thinks, getting the girl was worth it.
ynln
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ynln yes, he has impressed me ♥️
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charles_leclerc i love you, mon coeur ♥️ you truly are my good luck charm
⤷ ynln i love you infinitely more 💕
⤷ charles_leclerc impossible 🙄
⤷ user61 SHES THE GOODLUCK CHARM HE MENTIONED IN THE INTERVIEW 😭 omg im SICK
scuderiaferrari our favorite couple on the paddock! ❤️
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user79 quick everyone act surprised! 😮
⤷ user50 RIGHT they were not subtle im crying 😭
maxverstappen1 so glad i don't have to keep this a secret anymore 😂
⤷ ynln shut it 😒
user87 their kiss was so romantic UGH?
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charles_leclerc p1 at home, truly gave it my all ♥️ a special thank you to my light, my heart, and my soul @/ynln, hopefully i impressed you this weekend 😚
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ynln i love you more than words can describe, congratulations on p1 baby ♥️
⤷ charles_leclerc thank you for supporting me, mon ange ♥️
⤷ user48 they're so cute omg it sickensss me
user2 the matching captions????? the matching photo??? im actually done they're so adorable.
f1 congratulations charles! 🇲🇨👏
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leclerc_pascale so cute!
⤷ charles_leclerc thank you maman! ❤️
user47 FORZA FERRARIIII 🏎️ 🇲🇨
user92 them still using the quote from their first interview together 🥺
⤷ user45 they're so cute it HURTS
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