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IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
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Synopsis - Charles goes crazy when his engineer tells him you're the one who crashed / Instead of Grosjean crashing in Bahrain, you're the one who's car blows up on fire
Author's note - So I requested this to someone a while ago, and I CANT FIND THIS ACCOUNT. IM SO SORRY. So I don't know if they've actually done it because I can't find it under the Charles x reader tag and this an idea that's been clouding my mind for so long I have to get It out of my system 😭😭 so sorry if you've done it, but hey, here's my take on it.
Also I might have made Vettle's Ferrari be a HAAS? bare with me it worked for the fic💀
Masterlist 🧚🏻♀️
Charles Leclerc Masterlist 🌻
Can be read alone or as a part 2 to my blurb from white to red
You were a great pilot. The bright, young new addition to Ferrari.
With you and Charles on the team, Ferrari had become so popular in the media that even your boss had thanked you for the fresh new amount of instagram followers and supporters they had gained. You were an iconic power couple, and no one could deny it.
Even Ferrari used it to their advantage. Pairing the two of you in YouTube videos, interviews, making posters where you'd be closer together than the usual partner pics. Instagram posts, sneaky videos of you and Charles supporting each other in the paddock before a race when you thought no one was watching - or at least thought no one filming.
It made the fans crazy, and you were enjoying every part of it.
"So how are you feeling today?"
"Good to be honest." You jumped on your heels as you smiled to the camera.
"No thoughts about starting last?"
"Honestly I think I'll be able to catch up quickly, I'm not afraid of that." You chuckled. "That's why I didn't mind when they asked me. They wouldn't have changed the engine if I didn't agree to it." You nodded, looking at the paddock to greet some staff that I had just arrived.
"How about your rivalry with Charles?" The interviewer sent a cheeky grin to which you smirked. "You think he could take your place in the standings, with the engine penalty and all."
"If I'm being honest, I think he might. But I mean he's only like 2 points behind me, if I manage to catch up with him I should be fine." you smirked. "Hopefully I get to catch up with Norris by the end of this season too."
"Right, I forgot you're aiming to up star him too. Hope he isn't too mad."
"All friendly rivalries." You nodded.
"I also heard your engineer complain because Charles and you were sending each other messages through him." A loud chuckle escaped your lips.
"Yeah-" You nodded, a light blush passing by your cheeks. "He's probably sick of us by now."
"This doesn't distract you during races?"
"We don't do it during races" You shook your head. "Only before a race, like during formation lap, or if there's a red flag or at the end" You bit your lip. "I think we would probably get penalties if we did that, plus it would too distracting, as you said."
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"Ready?"
"As always." You smiled before giving Charles a quick kiss.
"Hey, love birds time to race."
"Sorry!" You grinned "Love you."
"Love you too." He squeezed your hand one last time before letting you leave.
You shot a glare to Charles before putting your helmet on. He mouthed a good luck before shooting you a funny look that warmed your heart.
Before you knew it you were both in the car, starting on your formation lap.
"Hey can you send a message to Charles?"
"No."
"C'mon!" You laughed.
"What is it?" you heard the engineer sigh as you focused on the track, setting your mind to the race.
"That I hope he does well, and you can add an I love you."
"I'll definitely not add the I love you."
"As you wish" You chuckled before focusing perfectly on your turn.
"He says he loves you too."
"HHAHHA I KNEW YOU WOULD DO THAT!" You couldn't help but smile, feeling more than ready for the race to come.
"Yeah, yeah. Focus on the race now." You hummed a yes as you parked your car at the far end of the lot. You'd have to work hard to finish with a good score, and you were more than ready for it.
"Lights out and away we go!"
What you didn't know was that, when Norris skipped ahead to the Alpha Tauri of Gasly and Ocon's Renault, he quickly got stuck because of Bottas loosing places.
Ocon and Gasly who came back up made him stuck between the two of them, causing his front wing to take damage from the Alpha Tauri and slow him down. As Vettle in the Haas who was behind Norris headed towards the three cars in front of him, he unfortunately had to slow down, causing Lance Stroll to go off track and back again in front of him after turn 2. Luckily Charles had a good start and was ahead, you could barely see his Ferrari from where you were.
You had a good start too to be honest. Skipping through the Williams, you thought you were doing a pretty good job.
When you spotted Sainz and Vettle slowing down, your immediate thought was too the right, going inside Magnussen's HAAS to skip all the bunched up cars that had accumulated through turn 4.
But you missed Kvyat's Alpha Tauri who was heading the same direction as you.
It all happened so fast.
The second you turned and were ready to go for the straight line, you felt his wheel hit the back of your car, and before you knew it you lost control and headed right for the wall.
The car split in half, sending you fly against the broken railing. Everything exploded, something you had never seen in your driving years.
Back during the race, most of the drivers were starting to see the burning massive fire that started to rise.
At this point no one knew if you were ok, no one even knew who had crashed.
"So, red flag"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This was a big one" Charles felt his heart thump in his chest, this wasn't an accident you experienced every race, and definitely wasn't something to take lightly. "This was a big one. Are they ok?"
"I'll get back to you." The Engineer suddenly felt a mix of compassion and fear flash right through him. Charles didn't know it was you, he didn't know if you were ok - he was bracing for worst.
"fuck-" Charles said again through the intercom and this didn't help the poor engineer who gulped. "I've seen it in the mirrors..." His voice trailed. "Who is it?" The feared question. He didn't know if it was you, it could have been, you starting from the back. "Is Y/n ok?"
There was a blank in the intercom. As if no one wanted to tell Charles who had crashed. He didn't say anything, too scared for the reply.
"Stay calm Charles."
'Fuck' he thought. If he was telling him this, it had to be you.
"It's Y/n." He felt his whole world crash on him. The sky could have fallen on him and he would have felt better.
"No- p- please" His eyes stung. "Oh- fuck, fuck, fuck me." He angrily made a turn. "S- Still no information?"
"Still no information I will let you know." The engineer choked.
Charles wanted to blame everything and everyone. Himself included. He was beating himself up even thought he knew he had no blame to take for your accident. No one did.
He started regretting every single thing he hadn't done.
He regretted not asking you out to that party when you were 17, and all those other times he wanted to ask you out. Because if he had, he would have gotten be to yours for longer. He regretted putting that vacation the the Caribbean off because of work. He regretted anything he had ever been angry with you about. He regretted everything he hadn't done with you that you always said you would do.
And most of all he regretted not marrying you.
If you didn't make it out alive, his life would be empty forever - and he didn't know how he'd even have the strength to pilot the car back to the pit lane.
In the mean time panic startled you, and every safety test you had ever taken in your life flashed before you. You were getting hot from the fire and your breathing was getting so uneven that for a second you didn't know if you were going to make it out alive.
You managed to unbuckle yourself, slipping through the seat and the halo, jumping through the barrier and out of the fire as best you could, grabbing the medical helpers hand with everything you had in you.
"You alright?" You heard echoes of voices all around you, but it was too hard to focus. You felt someone pull your helmet off as you got into the medical car, making you take as many grateful breath of cool air as you possible could.
"Pit lane, now you will go to the pit lane." Charles heard his engineers voice but could barely listen to it.
"S-Still no information?" He was so scared to ask.
"Still no information."
Silence. Dreaded silence.
"She's out of the car, she's alright." The breath he was holding disappeared into the air.
"Oh fucking hell, thank god" He wanted to cry, kiss you, hug you, anything to show you how much he loved you. He wanted to kiss the people who had designed your car and with enough safety regulations, he wanted to thank every single person and thing in this entire world that you were ok.
summary: the media doesn’t fully know about your relationship with calum until you sing an unreleased song on live
italic: flashback
bold italic: lyircs
(i recommend listening to the exception by olivia rodrigo while/before reading this.)
"hello!" you exclaimed as you started the live. you waited a few moments to let more people join before answering or saying anything. you played a few random notes on your piano as you read over the comments, answering a few questions that seemed interesting to you.
"'when are you releasing new music?' i actually don't know. i write a lot, but i haven't been in the studio," you answered, continuing to play some random notes, which you ended up playing 'lover of mine'.
"'what's your favorite moment from hanging with 5sos?' um," you thought for a moment, "i- oh i actually can't say that." you thought about the time where the four of them were doing their cocktails chats video. in the middle of calum explaining one of the songs, you walked into the room.
"hey, baby," calum smiled once he caught sight of you sitting down beside michael.
"hi," you replied, watching the smile fall for his face. "why are you pouting now?"
"i'm sitting here with no kiss and i don't like it." you, along with the rest of the people in the room, laughed at his statement before you got up to give him a kiss.
of course you could tell that story, but you and calum wanted to keep your relationship private for as long as you could or felt like.
after answering a few more questions, people finally realized what you were playing on your piano and asked if you could sing something. you smiled, thinking now would be a good time to sing an unreleased song. without you realizing, calum had joined.
he was in the studio with luke, michael, and ashton when he noticed you were live. he had called the boys over so they could all watch you.
"your hand on my leg under the oil painted sky. wind blowin' through our hair on the 405."
memories of sitting in calum’s car with his right hand making a home on your left thigh, riding around for hours with no specific destination ran through your mind as you closed your eyes to visualize your lyrics.
“and traffic's at a standstill, it's LA, what'd you expect? we're listenin' to Zeppelin, you're kissin' my neck.”
“cal, stop it,” you giggled as calum left a trail of kisses on your neck. the radio was turned to low volume but you could still hear the song playing.
“why?” he asked, one of his arms going around your shoulder to keep you close to him.
“you need to be watching the road to see if the traffic starts moving,” you told him. it didn’t make any sense since you’ve been sitting in traffic for the last 20 minutes.
“mm,” he hummed against your neck, “it’s LA, we won’t be moving any time soon, love.”
“you cradle me in your arms in the dark in the back. we're lookin' at the stars, the moon's lit cheshire cat.”
calum’s favorite thing to do when either one of you were stressed was to take you to “see the stars” as he likes to call it. it would usually be in the middle of the night, but you never did mind.
he’d let down the top of his car and lie down in the back seat, cuddling you in his chest as the two of you stared up at the stars.
it was a place where the two of you would have most meaningful conversations, or have your most memorable moments.
you shared your first kiss there, gave yourselves to each other, any meaningful memory with him happened at that spot.
“and your parents can probably see from the window. they'll say, "they're just kids", oh, what the hell do they know?”
you open your eyes to look through the comments. some comments wanting to know who inspired the song or when it was written. others were simply complimenting your voice and how much talent you had. you closed your eyes again once the chorus came along.
“scared, i love you so much i’m scared.”
this was the first time you had sang this song in front of anyone. after six long years of you and calum dancing around those three words, you had finally said them out loud. obviously, no one really knew that you were talking about calum, excluding the people who do know about your relationship.
“'cause they say young love's a loss or it's a lesson.”
while your eyes were closed, there were some fans who realized calum and michael had joined.
‘OMG MASHTONN’
‘okay we have two out of four where are luke and ashton 🙄’
there were many more comments, some of michael praising you and dropping hints, none that you could see because your eyes remained closed.
“here, i just wanna be here. my heart is tellin' me we're gonna be the exception.”
you thought about the words that were said at the very beginning of your relationship with calum, whether it was from friends or family, they were stamped in your mind for a long time.
‘they’re not going to last long’
‘it’s only temporary’
‘it’s not like you’re going to marry him, you’re young’
no matter how many people doubted the two of you, you had faith that calum was the one.
as you finished playing the notes on the piano, you looked at the screen with a shy smile on your face. you scrolled through a little before one comment caught your eye:
calumhood: i think i hear mine saying the same thing
Reader gets to give stitches on a cute rockstar. / Thomas Raggi Fluffly
prompt: you're a young medical student and, after Thomas tries to jump into the audience at a gig, you meet him in the emergency room. (just fluffly, nothing more. I didn't describe how the bruise is or how he actually got hurt.)
His look was pure tension. An awkward smile, almost begging the blonde girl to get him out of there. Long legs and uncontrollable movement. If you weren't used to it already, you'd think he was trying to dig a hole in the ground.
“Thomas?” You asked him, getting a confirmation from the young woman beside him. They looked to be about your age, but a lot cooler. “Well, I guess you're the one who's gonna need some stitches, right?”
Your voice was friendly. You held his chin in your hand, looking at the dried blood on his brow. His face snuggled into your palm, making you smile sweetly and bring your eyes level with his. He looks like a puppy, sweet and golden. He was also as scared as one after hearing fireworks on New Year's.
“This is going to hurt?” His eyes softened and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from letting out a cute sigh in front of him.
The girl patted his shoulder to let him know she was there. His smile wasn't on his lips anymore, but he was still adorable. He was dressed in sequins, which was being covered by a large coat, and his face was perfectly contoured with makeup. The same makeup she was wearing, they looked like porcelain dolls.
“Not much, it will be fast!" You assured him, soaking a piece of cotton for him.
“He's not much of the brave type.” The girl commented. You laughed, he didn't look too happy about it.
“Yeah? I confess I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now, but I promise to make it as painless as possible.”
“Thank you,” he swallowed, growing more and more tense.
His friend still had a smile on her face, as if saying she was right. From the looks of him, she really was.
“Y/N.” You said, lifting his face with your thumb. He seemed happy to know your name, but maybe it was just your head pulling tricks on you.
He was about to repeat your name, but you were quicker and pressed the cotton to his wound. He shivered, stifling a groan. So adorable that you'd like to hear him saying your name out loud, you regret having interrupted him.
“I'm sorry,” you wrinkled your nose. Patients in pain wasn't your favorite thing, let alone when they were in your hands. “I swear this is the worst part, you will soon be numb and feel nothing.”
“Yeah, Thomas. The doctor is pretty, they won't kill you if you don't ask.” The girl said, making him blush and you tingle inside.
“Uh, I will ask you to close your eyes, I believe it will be better.”
“Don’t mind her, she’s just trying to distract me,”
“I see, do you think it’s workin’?” You continued the conversation. Theoretical classes taught that talking to children makes them handle pain a bit better. Thomas wasn't a child, but it seemed the right thing to do in that situation. After all, he was as nervous and restless as one.
“I think so, actually your face helps. I thought I'd find someone older, grumpy.” His brows twitched, this time a tear trickled down his face. Why was it hurting like it was on you?
“Shhh, love. It’s alright, we are almost done.” You whispered, squeezing your fingers against the side of the wound to see if he felt anything. Fortunately, nothing. From then, he would be fine.
“I wish I could say that your kindness and delicacy is making me calm but I would be lying — even though I appreciate it.” He smiled sweetly, threatening to open his eyes, but soon giving up.
“Keep it closed, I like your makeup. Pink looks good on you.” You replied, putting your hand under his neck, twirling some of his hair around your fingers. You might be overreacting, but you thought about taking more time with this just so you could hold him longer. The girl smiled at you and you knew she had read you like a book. You smiled back, even embarrassed.
“Aren’t you too young for that? I'm not judging, just curious.” She asked as soon as you looked at him. His cheeks were flushed as well as the tip of his nose. God, you wanted to kiss him.
“It’s okay,” you avoided looking at her. “I'm in training, I've stitched people up before, but if you feel better I can get someone else to stitch up your boyfriend.” Your voice showed you were nervous. You hated to think about it, it was disrespectful but if someone didn't want you to touch their body you wouldn't be sewing them.
“No babe, I didn’t mean it like that. Thomas looks good with you, it was supposed to sound like a compliment. It looks like you've been doing it for years.”
You got rid of the air that was being held in your lungs, and kept your attention on making him feel better. “Then, thank you,” glancing at her you could see that it was never her intention to think less of you.
“She's not my girlfriend, she’s just in a band with me,” he kept his eyes closed, bringing his hand lightly to your lab coat. He squeezed the cloth a little, reaching the skin around your waist. “That's how it happened, by the way. It was crazy but kinda nice. How long will it take?” He swallowed dry, making you laugh as he squeezed you a little tighter.
“Just a few more,” you muttered. “So are you in a band? What do you play? And what exactly were you doing to make this happen?”
His nose twitched into a smile, making you feel better knowing you were managing to distract him. “I'm a guitarist, I'm used to jumping in the audience while I'm playing — this time it didn't turn out so well as you can see,”
His friend babbled, looking at you and whispering a 'he's a bastard'. You nodded, playing along.
“I'll guess you guys are a rock band, huh? It doesn't seem like a very smart thing to do but I think if I could I would try too.” You took a step back, analyzing your artwork on his pale skin.
“See, Victoria? It’s a normal thing, you should try!” He spoke in a funny voice, it sounded like an inside joke between them. She rolled her eyes at him.
“Well, we're done,” you held onto his shoulders, studying him. He smiled broadly, letting his green, lazy eyes fall on yours. The pink eyeshadow looked even prettier on him when you could see his eye color. “You look good!”
“You look good too!” His attention remained on you, making the entire room goes silent around you until Victoria coughed exaggeratedly.
Your blood rushed all the way to your cheek. Thomas was something else. It had been a few seconds since his hand were on your waist and you already missed it.
“You could go to one of our gigs if you want to,” Victoria suggested.
“Yes, please. You‘ll love us!” He exclaimed and it looked like you had never sewn him.
“Promise me that if I go you won't scare me by trying to get hurt again?”
“I promise, no jumping around when you're watching me.” He held up his hand, giving you his word.
“Then, fine. I'll keep that in mind, what's the name?”
“Måneskin,” he got up. Your mind went dizzy with his height, it certainly wasn't what you expected. But not that it was a bad thing, he looked like a cute tall blond mess. “I’m Thomas. Thomas Raggi, love.” He took your arm, placing a quick kiss on your head. You held back the urge to hug his torso.
“The guitarist, I'll remember that, you'll see,” you were smiling like crazy.
“Just contact me, I’ll be glad to see you again,” he said happily, following to Victoria who was already by the door. “And you're really good at what you do, like, this whole mini medical genius thing that you are, really good.” You nodded, mumbling a simple ‘thank you’ while watching him walk awkwardly but cute to his friend. Your whole mood was radiant, you felt you could make another shift wearing that smile.
“Uh, excuse me,” you were taken out of your reveries. You put your hand over your mouth so you don't look so silly for smiling at nothing. “My bastard friend told you to contact him but he forgot to exchange numbers with you.” She added, waving a small paper in front of you. She was clearly enjoying the situation. How did you forget that you needed to have his number?
“Oh, yeah, thank you,”
“You don’t forget to call him. Don’t make me come here with him again.” She blinked as you nodded fiercely at her words. She wouldn't have to.
The airport was bustling with noise, people, chaos, and the longer you were standing in front of the exit, the more the nervousness and excitement of everyone around you rubbed off on you. Even Chili, usually the calmest dog in the world, was restless in your arms. You hadn't seen Victoria for two months. She didn't have enough time off in between shows to come back home, and your plans to visit her had been destroyed by a nasty cold that had kept you bound to the bed. If it had gone for any longer, you were sure you would've been ready to boycott the tour with any means possible just to get her back into your arms. You were going crazy without her.
You spotted the other three long before you saw your own girlfriend, who stayed hidden behind taller people for much longer, but knowing they had arrived had your heart beating in your throat. The second Chili got a glimpse of her, she wriggled out of your arms, jumping down and running towards the blonde. You watched as she picked the dog up and straightened her back, looking for you. When your eyes met it felt like the first time again. She sprinted over to you, no regard for her luggage that the rest of the band was now stuck with, Chili pressed to her chest, and squished herself into you. You held her steady, pressing her close, Chili going back and forth between licking your and her face.
You barely noticed a pair of hands coming in between the both of you, tattooed fingers belonging to Damiano reaching for Chili and taking her away, so you could press Victoria to yourself even closer. Your bodies fit together perfectly, two pieces of a puzzle, belonging nowhere but in each other's arms. You barely wanted to allow her to part, but then she grabbed your face and pressed a kiss against your lips that spoke of all the longing and the missing and the love you hadn't been able to show each other in the past two months.
It felt like the first time again, only so much better. No more questioning what you were, no sleepless nights trying to figure out if the other was feeling the same, no panic about moving too slow or too fast. This was it. This was Victoria kissing you in a way you would want to be kissed for the rest of your days. Bodies intertwined, hands grasping at anything you could find, inhaling her scent until it was all you could think about, kissing her deeper. You shuddered as her hand wandered under the backside of your shirt, carefully touching your skin in all the ways only she knew. You broke away with a giggle.
"We're in public, you know?"
Victoria couldn't help grabbing your bum in an obvious gesture and giving it a squeeze.
"Well, why don't we change that then, baby. Time to go home."
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