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summery : some moments between yn and Charles which make fans praying for love like theirs🥰
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The crowd was deafening, the air thick with victory and smoke. Red flares lit up the stands. The Ferrari garage erupted in cheers. Charles had just crossed the finish line P1, and the world was watching.
But in his heart, nothing else existed.
The moment his car came to a stop, Charles didn’t wait for a single instruction. Before the team radio could even stammer out “Bravo, Charles!”—he had already unbuckled his harness. His hands were trembling, not from the race, but from her. The one he was already searching for.
He didn’t wave to the crowd. Didn’t throw his fist in the air. Didn’t care about the swarm of photographers clicking away.
All he could see was her. Standing by the edge of the track, just beyond the barriers. Hair tied back in a loose ponytail, cheeks flushed, wearing his red Ferrari hoodie that drowned her frame. Her hands were clutched at her chest, her eyes wide with disbelief.
And then—he ran.
Past the crew, past the pit wall, past the chaos and celebration. Helmet still in hand, race suit unzipped to his waist, Charles ran like it was the only thing he’d ever been meant to do. Like finding her was the real finish line.
She gasped when he reached her, barely registering his arms around her before he swept her up off the ground. Her feet left the concrete and her breath hitched as he spun her in the air, laughing breathlessly against her shoulder.
“You did it,” she whispered, half-laughing, half-crying.
“No,” he murmured, holding her tighter. “We did it.”
The world blurred. In that moment, there was no champagne, no cameras, no headlines. Just Charles—smelling of sweat and engine oil—and Y/N—clinging to him like he might float away.
Photographers caught it all: his fingers tangled in her hair, her forehead pressed against his cheek, the quiet “I love you” that left his lips just before he kissed hers.
And then… came the fan reactions.
Someone uploaded the clip within minutes, syncing it to Taylor Swift’s The Alchemy. The lyric hit the internet like a meteor:
“Where’s the trophy? He just comes runnin’ over to me.”
Fan edits poured in. “HE DIDN’T EVEN LOOK FOR THE TEAM 😭😭😭”
“His first win with her and THIS is what he does?? I’m gonna cry myself to sleep.”
“He’s in love, Your Honor.”
That night, when everyone expected a podium post on his feed, Charles surprised them.
He posted a single photo: her face buried in his chest, his arms around her, both of them laughing mid-hug. The trophy blurred in the background.
Caption?
Just one emoji: 🏁❤️
Because she wasn’t the prize at the end of the race.
She was the reason he ran in the first place.
The media room buzzed with the usual tension. Reporters flipped through notes, camera crews made final adjustments, and Charles Leclerc sat in the center—cool, composed, freshly showered after a long practice session. His race suit was swapped for a black Ferrari tee, curls still damp, that soft post-session glow on his skin.
The questions were predictable. Sector performance. Tire degradation. Monaco weather.
But then—his phone lit up.
A quiet buzz on the table beside his water bottle. A text.
He glanced at it, casually picking it up, thumb swiping across the screen. It lasted only a second—maybe two—but the cameras were rolling. A dozen eyes caught the glimpse. And fans? They never missed a thing.
It didn’t take long. By the time the interview clip made it to TikTok, someone had zoomed in. Paused. Enhanced. And there it was:
His lock screen.
Y/N, wearing one of Charles’ oversized Ferrari hoodies—so large it swallowed her to mid-thigh—hair thrown back into a bun, but not just any bun. A pink bunny-eared headband sat proudly on top of her head. Next to her, Leo, Charles’ golden retriever, matched her tongue-out expression perfectly, his tail clearly wagging off-frame. The two of them looked like absolute chaos. Cozy, silly, and happy.
And Charles had chosen that as his lock screen.
Not a sleek car. Not a motivational quote. Not even a race photo.
Just his girlfriend and his dog. In his clothes. Goofing off.
Social Media lit up within minutes.
“THE TONGUE OUT. THE MATCHING EXPRESSIONS. I’M ACTUALLY ON THE FLOOR.”
“HE DIDN’T CHOOSE A GLAM SHOT. HE CHOSE THAT. HE LOVES HER SO LOUD.”
“I just know he looked at that photo this morning and smiled like an idiot.”
One fan edit zoomed in on the photo while playing “Golden” by Harry Styles. Another added the caption: “He found home in rush.”
But the sweetest part?
When asked about it in a later interview, Charles just blushed and smiled, not even pretending to play it cool.
“She was trying to distract me from a race debrief,” he explained, his voice warm. “She came in with Leo wearing that ridiculous headband and made me laugh so hard I forgot what I was saying.”
He paused, shrugging shyly. “So I took a photo. And now I can’t change it.”
And just like that, the fans were gone.
“He said ‘I can’t change it.’ I CAN’T CHANGE IT.”
“This man is so in love he made her chaos his comfort screen.”
Later that day, Y/N posted a story: a photo of Leo in the same hoodie, ears sticking out awkwardly through the hood, with the caption:
“Guess who’s famous now 😎🐾”
Charles reposted it with one word:
“My loves.”
Because while the world saw a funny lock screen, he saw everything he never knew he needed—warmth, laughter, a little mess, and love wrapped in a hoodie and bunny ears.
The meet and greet was buzzing with excitement—Ferrari red everywhere, fans lining up in rows, cameras flashing, posters waving, a thousand voices calling Charles’ name.
Charles, as always, was gracious and kind—smiling wide, signing hats, sharing inside jokes with longtime fans. But as he moved down the line, his eyes kept flicking toward the back of the room. A quiet smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Because she was there.
Y/N.
Dressed casually in a faded “Leclerc 16” tee she’d thrifted years ago before they’d even met. No designer sunglasses, no VIP pass swinging from her neck—just a soft smile and a look of pure adoration reserved only for him.
She didn’t interrupt or demand attention. She wasn’t there to prove a point or be seen.
She was just there to support him.
Every time a fan asked Charles a personal question—like how he was holding up this season or what helped him stay grounded—his eyes would drift toward her. And his answer was always the same.
“Her,” he’d say quietly. “She’s my calm.”
Fans watched as Charles excused himself for a second and walked over to Y/N mid-event, threading his fingers through hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. He bent down, whispering something into her ear that made her laugh—a soft, honest laugh, the kind that crinkled her eyes and made the fans around her swoon.
A little girl standing nearby, holding a handmade poster, whispered, “Is that his girlfriend?” And her older sister nodded with a smile. “Yeah. She’s so nice. She helped us get our marker cap back when it fell.”
One by one, fans started noticing the little things:
How Y/N offered to take group photos for other fans so they wouldn’t miss their moment.
How she fixed a fan’s flower crown when it slipped off.
How she helped translate for a non-English-speaking fan so they could talk to Charles.
How she clapped the loudest when Charles laughed too hard at a joke and had to pause the meet-and-greet to wipe his eyes.
And the way Charles looked at her?
Like she hung the stars.
Later, a fan tweeted:
“Charles may drive the fastest car in the world, but the way he slows down when he’s with her?? That’s love.”
The sweetest moment came near the end. A nervous teen handed Charles a sketch they’d made of him.
Charles lit up. “This is incredible,” he said. “Can I show it to my girlfriend?”
He crossed over to Y/N, handing her the drawing like it was the most precious thing in the world, watching as she gasped in genuine awe.
The fan caught the moment on video. It went viral.
“He shares his world with her like it’s a part of breathing.”
And in that crowded room of race fans and flashes and posters, Y/N never made it about herself.
She was just his girl.
His quiet anchor.
His biggest fan.
And somehow, the entire world fell a little bit in love with them too.
The interview was set outside the Ferrari hospitality area, just after qualifying. The sun was beginning to dip, casting golden light across the paddock. Charles had just stepped off the track, still in his racing suit, his hair slightly tousled under the red Ferrari cap. He was glowing—not just from performance, but from something deeper. Something warmer.
The interviewer smiled, gesturing to the camera crew. “Charles, strong qualifying session. You looked really focused out there. What’s been keeping you grounded lately?”
Charles grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly?” His eyes flickered just past the camera. “Y/N.”
A few journalists glanced at one another, surprised by how easily her name slipped from his lips. He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t deflect.
“She’s my home,” Charles continued softly, his voice laced with something unmistakably tender. “In this world where everything moves fast—cars, travel, media—she slows everything down for me. I come back to her, and I remember who I am.”
Fans watching the interview live practically melted.
“She’s really funny too,” he added with a chuckle. “She makes the worst jokes. Like, really bad. But they always make me laugh.”
One of the reporters laughed along. “Y/N seems new to the F1 scene, but she’s been adjusting well, right?”
“Oh, she’s doing great,” Charles said, beaming. “She’s learning fast. I told her she could help run strategy next year.”
The camera panned to Y/N, standing nearby with her hands in the pockets of her oversized hoodie. It was clearly Charles’s—slightly too big on her, sleeves covering her fingers. But the main attraction was the custom t-shirt she wore over it, handmade and bold, with cut-out pictures of Charles glued on in a collage. Glitter. Stickers. A speech bubble that read: “DRIVE SAFE OR I’LL CRY.”
“She made that herself,” Charles said proudly, pointing to her shirt. “She said she could design better merch than Ferrari.” He laughed. “I’m starting to believe her.”
The interviewer grinned. “She’s definitely one of a kind.”
“She is,” Charles said, eyes softening. “And I think the most special thing is… she doesn’t care about all this. She cares about me, the person. She never asks for anything—just brings me water, hugs me tight, reminds me I’m more than the race result.”
That moment, as it aired, sent fans into a frenzy.
“He called her his HOME?? That’s husband behavior.”
“This is so The Notebook-coded I’m SOBBING.”
“That man is in LOVE and not afraid to show it.”
The camera zoomed in one last time as Charles glanced at Y/N again. She winked at him, holding up a handmade sign:
“P1 in my heart always 💘”
Charles bit his lip to hide the smile but failed miserably.
And when the interview ended, he didn’t go back to the team right away.
He walked straight to her.
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Race day mornings were always buzzing. The paddock swarmed with media, engineers, mechanics, and fans eagerly watching the final touches on the cars. Among the chaos, a little pocket of peace existed near the Ferrari motorhome—where Y/N sat on the grass with Leo, Charles’s golden retriever, rolling a tennis ball across the turf.
She was dressed casually in a Ferrari crew hoodie—Charles’s, as always—sleeves pushed up to her elbows, a red cap flipped backward on her head. Leo was bounding around excitedly, tail wagging, tongue lolling, absolutely loving the attention. He chased the ball, ran back, and flopped dramatically across her lap for belly rubs.
“Leo, we’ve practiced this,” she said, giggling. “Bring the ball back, not your entire body.”
Nearby, a few fans spotted her through the clear gap in the fencing, phones instantly rising to catch the candid scene. It was hard not to watch—Y/N laughing as Leo rolled onto his back, her fingers scratching at his belly while muttering baby-voiced encouragements.
One fan tweeted:
“Forget the race. Y/N playing with Leo is the main event. She’s literally the sunshine of the paddock 🥺☀️”
Charles had just wrapped up his pre-race strategy meeting when he stepped out and caught sight of them. A smile broke across his face instantly. For a moment, the stress, the pressure, the race—all of it melted away.
He walked over quietly, stopping a few feet away with his arms crossed, just watching.
“You know,” he finally called out, “you’re spoiling him.”
Y/N turned her head to see him, her face lighting up as Leo leapt up and barked once, tail wagging furiously.
“He deserves to be spoiled,” she replied with a grin. “He’s the second-best boy I know.”
Charles laughed. “Second?”
“Yeah. You’re first, some days,” she teased.
He crouched beside her, ruffling Leo’s fur as the dog nuzzled between them both. “He always finds you before the team does. Maybe you should be our race engineer.”
“I’ve been trying to tell you,” she said smugly. “I already have Leo’s vote of confidence.”
A Ferrari media team member, snapping behind-the-scenes photos, captured the moment perfectly—Charles crouched beside Y/N, Leo between them, her eyes squinting from laughter as Charles leaned in close to whisper something in her ear. The photo would go viral later that day.
The caption?
“Charles looks calm before the storm—and it’s all because of her.”
As the race neared, Charles reluctantly stood up, brushing grass off his suit. Y/N stood with him, adjusting his collar gently and tucking a stray curl under his cap.
“You’ve got this,” she whispered, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone.
Leo barked once, tail wagging like a cheerleader.
Charles smiled. “Best support team in the world.”
He gave her a soft kiss on the temple and then jogged toward the garage, glancing back once to see her kneeling to hug Leo tight.
And for the rest of the day, he’d carry that memory with him like a lucky charm.
The sun was blinding at the paddock, the sky a vivid blue that made every Ferrari red shine brighter. Y/N walked alongside Charles after FP3, both sipping on iced coffees, laughing about a meme she’d just shown him on her phone.
Charles had his sunglasses perched on top of his head, squinting in the sunlight.
“Give me those,” Y/N said, tugging the shades from his head and putting them on herself dramatically. “These belong to me now.”
He laughed, watching as she posed in them like a runway model, coffee in one hand. “You look better in them than I do,” he admitted with an affectionate grin.
“Oh, I know,” she said smugly. Then she reached up and flipped the cap on his head backward. “There. Now you look like my boyfriend.”
A crew member walking past snorted. “Now? As if he didn’t already!”
Charles laughed, shaking his head. “Is this how you claim me? With a backwards cap and stolen sunglasses?”
“No,” Y/N said with a teasing smirk. “I claim you with a TikTok.”
Charles raised a brow. “Should I be scared?”
Moments later, in a quiet corner near the hospitality unit, she was setting up her phone, whispering, “You know the trend? Where the guy leans in all ‘book boyfriend’ style?”
He chuckled. “I’ve seen it. You want me to play the role?”
“You were born for the role.”
She hit record. The setup was classic—Y/N stood with her back against the white motorhome wall, sunglasses sliding down her nose, her cheeks already tinged pink from laughing. Charles leaned in slowly, one hand resting flat against the wall above her head, the other on his hip, exuding calm, confident charm.
He looked at her with those soft brown eyes and said lowly, “Hey, baby.”
Y/N instantly broke into laughter, covering her face. “You sound like you’re in a mafia romance!”
“Oh? Should I try again?”
Before she could answer, he leaned closer, their noses nearly touching, and whispered, “Say it back.”
Y/N’s eyes softened. Without hesitation, she reached up, grabbed him by the collar of his Ferrari jacket, and pulled him into a kiss—quick and giggly, but full of affection. Her phone caught it all.
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itsyninred sooo I asked him to do a trend 😜👉🏻👈🏻 he was such a good badboy!🫰🏻
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charles_leclerc we should definitely do these trends more often😉
itsyninred or what we did after that?🙃🫦
leclercupdates WHAT DID YOU GUYS DID AFTER THAT— OMFG DID YOU DO WHAT I THINK YOU GUYS DID AM I—
⤷ hisferraritires exactly THAT😳
paddockcamera they’re so unhinged for suggesting that in public. It’s a family show!!
⤷ itsyninred OR IS IT?🤭
⤷ itsfridaycharlespal SHE REPLIED!!
monaconprince Y/N has Charles acting like every Wattpad boyfriend ever.
ynthefavwag This man is in his lover era and I am HERE for it. 🛐
f1gossip They’re so unserious and so in love 🥹
ynbubbletea This is the softest version of Charles we’ve EVER seen.
scuderiaferrari Our #16 might be fast on track, but off track? He’s already caught.
waggossip the way YN keeps us FED🥺 best wag ever if u ask me.
f1smoke From heartbreak to heart-FULL. Charles is finally living his romantic era 👑✨
ynferraribf The way he SMIRKED. She’s so gone for him
leclercupdates I hope they both know they’re making us believe in love again. Fr.
Charles watched the video again later that evening, lying next to Y/N in bed with Leo at their feet. She was curled into him, laughing at the comments.
“You know,” he murmured, “you make everything more fun.”
Y/N smiled sleepily. “It’s easy when I’m doing it with you.”
It started off as a spontaneous idea. A passing conversation between Charles and Y/N during a quiet evening in Monaco turned into one of the most intimate, understated traditions they shared.
They were sitting on the balcony of Charles’ apartment, watching the golden hour soak the sky in honey. Leo lay curled at their feet, snoring lightly. Y/N rested her head on Charles’ shoulder, fiddling with his fingers.
“I saw a couple today with matching tattoos,” she said softly, her voice lazy and content. “I’m not saying we should do that—unless you want to—but I think there’s something special about… little things like that.”
Charles smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You want something matching?”
Y/N lifted her head, grinning. “Yeah. But something subtle. Quiet. Like… only we know.”
He held up his pinky. “A secret only for us.”
The next week, Y/N received a small box on her desk in the motorhome before qualifying. Nestled inside was a delicate silver pendant, the word “𝒜𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ” engraved on it—in Charles’ own handwriting.
She gasped, her hand flying to her chest. Her eyes teared up before she even finished reading the little note beneath it:
“You’ve brought so much love into my life. Ti amo, always. Wear this, and I’ll be with you—no matter where I’m racing. — C”
When she looked up, Charles was already there, peeking in through the door with that sheepish, adorable smile of his. She ran to him, threw her arms around his neck, and whispered, “I’m never taking this off.”
The next time they were spotted together at the paddock, fans noticed something else too—Charles, always minimal with his jewelry, was now wearing a sleek black ring on his right index finger. On closer inspection, it had her initials carved along the inside, alongside her birth date in Roman numerals.
Naturally, the internet lost it.
“Y/N got Charles to wear jewelry? That’s LOVE.”
“Do you SEE that ring? It has her birthday. 😭”
“This is not just a relationship. This is a romance novel.”
During a Sky Sports interview later that weekend, a fan asked Charles about it.
He glanced down at the ring and smiled softly. “Y/N gave it to me. She said it’s so I can never forget her birthday. But truth is… I couldn’t if I tried.”
He held up his hand and added, “And she has this.” The camera cut to Y/N a few meters away, beaming and holding up the tiny necklace that peeked out from under her red Ferrari tee.
Matching jewelry became their quiet ritual. No matter where Charles traveled—Monza, Suzuka, Silverstone—he wore that ring. Y/N always wore her necklace.
It wasn’t for show. It wasn’t for headlines. It was theirs.
And every time Charles kissed her hand when he thought no one was watching, or Y/N played with her pendant when she missed him… it reminded them both:
They belonged to each other, in the most precious, permanent way.
The rain came out of nowhere.
What had started as a clear, crisp afternoon at the Red Bull Ring had quickly turned into a gray, moody sky draped in clouds, and within minutes, a sudden downpour soaked the paddock. Fans scrambled to pull up their hoods, journalists rushed to protect their equipment, and team members hurried to cover sensitive gear.
But Charles? He had only one priority.
“Y/N!” he called, voice rising above the scatter of footsteps and splashes.
She was just a few steps away, holding Leo’s leash with one hand and shielding her face with the other as droplets clung to her lashes. She laughed, half-drenched, spinning around just as Charles reached her. Without hesitation, he unzipped his jacket and threw it over both their heads, tugging her close under the warm, makeshift tent of his arms.
The world disappeared in an instant.
Rain pattered on the fabric above them, muffling the chaos outside. It was just the two of them now—faces inches apart, breath mingling, hearts thudding softly beneath damp clothes. Water dripped down the tips of Y/N’s hair as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed from laughter and surprise.
“You’re getting soaked,” she whispered, wiping a stray drop off his chin.
Charles tilted his head, eyes crinkling with a gentle smile. “Doesn’t matter.”
He reached up and tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger on her cheek.
“I’d rather be here with you in the rain than anywhere else dry.”
Y/N grinned, heart fluttering in the kind of way that only Charles could make it. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”
“Really?” he teased. “Then maybe I should top it.”
Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips—slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. His hands cupped her face gently, like she was something fragile and precious. Y/N’s fingers curled around his hoodie, anchoring herself to him as the kiss deepened under the quiet rhythm of the rain.
The laughter, the shouts, the footsteps outside—none of it mattered. They were tucked beneath a little world of their own.
When they finally pulled back, Y/N blinked up at him, dazed and glowing.
Charles brushed his nose against hers and murmured, “This is love.”
She nodded, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming beauty of the moment. “Yeah,” she whispered. “It really is.”
A fan standing nearby managed to capture the moment on their phone from a distance—just a blur of red, the jacket over their heads, and two silhouettes kissing beneath it.
The photo went viral within hours.
But for Charles and Y/N, it wasn’t about the cameras.
It was about that little bubble of warmth in the storm.
That jacket. That kiss.
That love.
The Monaco night was quiet, unusually still for a Friday. The cobblestone streets glistened with a recent drizzle, the moonlight casting a soft glow over the harbor. Most of the city had gone to sleep—except for the two people speeding down the coastal roads in Charles Leclerc’s Ferrari, windows rolled down, music turned all the way up.
“I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!” Y/N screamed, entirely off-key, one hand out the window, the other waving dramatically in the air.
Charles slammed the steering wheel with a fist in beat, equally passionate. “WITH SOMEBODYYYYY WHO LOVES MEEEE—”
They didn’t care how ridiculous they sounded. The playlist was a chaotic mix of 80s hits, Taylor Swift deep cuts, and the occasional French ballad, all playing far too loud from the car’s speaker system.
Their voices cracked. Their rhythm was a mess. But their laughter filled every second between the verses.
Y/N glanced at him between verses, cheeks hurting from smiling. “You’re driving a luxury sports car like it’s a karaoke booth.”
Charles, grinning like a teenager in love, took one hand off the wheel to adjust her hoodie—his hoodie, oversized on her, sleeves drowning her wrists. “This is the best way to drive a Ferrari. Loud music and loud love.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder for a second, letting the wind whip through her hair. “People are definitely hearing us.”
As if on cue, a man walking his dog on the sidewalk turned, wide-eyed, watching them pass with unmistakable amusement as Charles and Y/N burst into a harmony of “Love Story.”
“IT’S A LOVE STORY, BABY JUST SAY YES!”
Y/N laughed so hard she nearly spilled the snacks they had balanced on the dashboard. Charles took the next turn slowly, giving them time to recover from the chaos. His smile softened as he glanced at her, her face lit up by the car’s dashboard glow, eyes bright, completely unfiltered.
“You know,” he said, lowering the music just a notch, “This… all of this, it’s what I look forward to after a long day.”
She blinked, caught off guard. “Me screaming Whitney Houston into your ear?”
He chuckled. “No. You. The realness, the goofiness, the peace you bring me even in chaos.”
Y/N leaned across the center console and kissed his cheek, warm and tender. “You’re kind of sappy when you’re happy.”
He looked down at her hand in his, their fingers intertwined over the gearshift. “I’m always this happy when I’m with you.”
Another song came on—something slow and sweet. Charles didn’t speed up this time. He cruised, savoring every second. They sang again, this time quieter, their voices blending together in gentle harmony.
It wasn’t perfect.
But it was theirs.
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charlieferraii Charles and Y/N having a full-blown midnight concert in Monaco while the rest of us sleep?? ICONIC.
hisgirlynnn Not them screaming Taylor Swift in a Ferrari like they’re not two of the most recognizable people on Earth 😭😭😭
softboycharles That moment when your F1 champ boyfriend rolls the windows down so the whole world can hear your duet. Yeah. That’s love.
cl16meemee Pedestrians hearing them at midnight and realizing it’s CHARLES LECLERC and HIS GIRLFRIEND?? I’d simply pass away.
cl16finewine Charles not even caring about being seen or heard anymore… He’s just out here vibing with his girl 🫶🏽
ynf1spa If I was walking past and heard them singing Taylor Swift at full volume, I’d follow their car like a damn raccoon.
waitingingarage No but the fact they were laughing between lines and Y/N hit that high note while Charles missed it?? HILARIOUS. I love them 😭💀
f1afterdark Ferrari engine: growls Y/N & Charles: belting ABBA Me: this is my Roman Empire.
ynbabe Y/N giving chaotic passenger princess energy and Charles is EATING IT UP. He’s so smitten 😩
charlieboyyyyy Relationship goal isn’t candlelit dinners, it’s Charles letting you hijack the aux and scream sing Harry Styles with the windows down.
ynssoftie The soft era of Charles Leclerc is EVERYTHING.
yncharlesstan Protect them at all costs.
f1d THIS SCREAMS “IF YOU LIKE MIDNIGHT DRIVING WITH THE WINDOWS DOWN”
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pierregasly Finallyyyy posted the real trophy 🏆❤️ happy for you, mate.
carlossainz55 I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Leo is the true star here 🐶😂
landonorris soft launch? hard launch? bro launched a marriage 😂💍 love this.
danielricciardo Gonna need a tutorial on how to be that effortlessly soft AND fast. Teach me, maestro 🫡🔥
maxverstappen1 Glad to see you smiling like this again, man. Happy looks good on you. 👊
f1dailygirl literally sobbing this is the charles we’ve all been waiting to see 😭❤️
leclercsmuse he looks so genuinely happy with her it hurts 🥹🫶🏽
swiftietoferrari someone put this next to Taylor Swift’s “this love” lyric. i’m emotional. 😭💔
formulababies Y/N + Leo = Charles’ whole heart 🐶💘 she’s literally glowing, omg
charlesupdates “this is love” >>>>> trophies, podiums, anything. we LOVE this version of you, Charles 💫✨
monacodreaming they’re like the modern disney fairytale couple I swear 😩💍
paddockangel He went from barely posting to dropping soft boyfriend content and I’m here for ittttt 🥰🐾
ynsclosetarchive THE HOODIE SHE’S WEARING IS HIS 😭😭😭 he really said ‘mine’ with his whole chest.
leclercsunshine Leo’s sleepy smile in the second photo 🐶 he knows his mom and dad are soulmates 🥹
directionerxferrari if they weren’t singing One Direction in the rain before that kiss, I’m rewriting history to make sure they did 😭💘
gridgirlie the way he chooses her in front of the whole world?? yeah that’s love. that’s endgame.
ferraribloom He’s not just winning races anymore, he’s winning at life 🏁❤️
hisgirlynn He’s in love love. Like drop-the-world-for-you kind of love 🥺”
softiejuice16 Alex who??? This is the real Charles.
waggossipgirl If this was a Wattpad book, I’d call it unrealistic. But here we are.
swifitieteacup This isn’t a relationship, it’s a MOVIE.
f1xoxo He used to look stressed 24/7. Now he glows. Because of her.
yncore this love came back to him. So happy for him. Lando Charles + YN = ENDGAME
⤷ papayalemonade LANDO! LANDO! LANDO
⤷ redbullexes lando said it people!
yncharliebaby Alexa play endgame by Taylor swift. ⤷ chargirlynn WE NEED LOVE LIKE THIS 🙏🏻