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since i've had previous issues with this; NONE OF MY WORK IS TO BE TRANSLATED, COPIED OR STOLEN. <3
hey everyone, sorry for the extremely long absence that had no warning. i unfortunately won't be taking any requests or writing fanfic anymore, too much schoolwork and work has caused me to loose motivation and take time from me.
i will still be active every now and again on this account, still free to chat and send me any concepts i could just freely speak ; f1, most recent races, drivers, gossip etc.
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i would greatly appreciate any interactions on there !
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yes ! good timing i picked this rec with mick blowing up lmaoo
mick schumacher x vet!reader MASTERLIST
synopsis; mick's hesitant taking his dog Angie to a new vet, but after seeing you he has nothing to be nervous about.
warnings;
"Are you being serious? Okay.. Was good working with you." The dial tone clicking, Mick looked down at Angie with a frustrated face, met with Angie's head tilting to the right.
His vet, Dr Wilson just announced he had retired, his practice being passed onto someone else. It just wouldn't be the same, Angie had a good connection with him meaning that Mick didn't have to drag Angie into the office.
She jumped up attacking him with kisses making Mick stumble back a bit laughing, her warm and fluffy body hugging him.
He was a bit nervous about bringing her to someone new, she was a fairly picky dog about who she did and didn't like, and if she didn't like the new vet then boy was he in for a long time.
"Morning Mr Schumacher, if you take a seat Dr L/N will be with you in just a moment." The receptionist said with a smile.
Dr L/N, seems fairly nice so far, he sat with Angie hoping she'd like the new vet to save him some peace of mind.
"Mick?" A soft voice spoke out from a door next to reception.
He stood, holding Angie's leash as he looked up at easily the most beautiful woman he's seen.
"Hi! I'm Dr L/N and I'm presuming this is Angie?" You knelt down slightly, as Angie ran from Mick's loose grip and jumped onto you.
"Yep, this is Angie." He held his hand down to you, helping you off the floor due to Angie's excitement, to which you took the grasp of his bigger, rougher hand.
A bit embarrassed you looked down, "My office is just down here." Mick followed behind, Angie abandoning him and taking stride next to you.
You got Angie up onto the table and did some routine checks, and some basic paperwork.
"She's usually quite standoff-ish but she loves you." He spoke as you looked up from your paperwork.
"I tend to have that effect." You joked, seeing his face light up with an infectious smile.
"I'll just need your signature here, and here." You pointed, before stroking and playing a bit with Angie.
"Since you were so well behaved Angie, I've got a special treat for you!" You turned in your swivel chair, getting a dog treat.
She woofed some excited barks, tail wagging rapidly as you threw it in the air slightly, her catching it fast.
Mick stroked her head as your hands grazed, looking up at each other at the same time.
"Your next routine appointment will be in 6 months but you're free to call anytime for any concerns." You spoke to Mick, nodding his head.
He clipped Angie's leash back onto her, but his dismay, she refused to leave. Humiliating to say the least, but with you being the angel you are, you walked Mick and Angie out to help him out.
He was most definitely calling about any small concern to bring Angie in, and it looks like Angie doesn't seem to mind.
Heyy can u do a part 3 for shut up, and get in. Or any arthur leclerc piece, im new to tumblr and i love ur Arthur leclerc works <3! Anything will be appreciated.
Hello, could you please make a part 3 for the shut up and get in story? I loved part 1 and part 2! Maybe that they walk into the paddock and garage together and that those mechanics are shocked that they are together. But if you come up with something else I will be happy with that as well!
yes ! im v happy to see my arthur fics getting recognition, especially shut up & get in, i put loads of effort into them <3 it's been a while since i wrote them so i had to re read them LMAAAOO
arthur leclerc x reader MASTERLIST PART ONE PART TWO
synopsis; your confusing newfound relationship with Arthur has now started to progress further..
warnings;
Trapped in his embrace, you began to increasingly panic. Maybe if you just pretended to fall asleep for awhile? Or do you just pull out of his grip?
You took the riskier option, having to pull with every muscle and get out of his strong arms. He stirred slightly, the gentle sunlight gracing his relaxed face as he dozed off.
You changed back into your now dry jeans, keeping his shirt on as you spray some deodorant and perfume on that you had in your bag. Slipping down the stairs and into the kitchen you made some breakfast, humming a tune from a shitty song, mixing the eggs in the pan.
"Something smells good." A deep voice announces, accompanied by the steps that it was taking towards you.
Slightly jumping, forgetting it wasn't just you in this incredible house.
"Oh yeah sorry, thought I'd just make us something." You cringed at the thought of this, you 24 hours ago wouldn't of have believed the situation.
He sat opposite on the kitchen island, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"I don't wanna bring this up, but like, sleeping together? What do we make of that?" Stirring the scrambled eggs before stopping, looking up and being met with Arthur's raised eyebrows.
"At least let me eat the eggs first, damn." Witty attitude straight from the morning.
"Not like that, pervert." You flicked a bit of broken egg shell towards him that you hadn't thrown away yet.
Little did you know, that egg shell was about to start war.
You saw the demeanour on his face turn from playful to something serious behind his eyes, but you were a bit too curious to find out.
Turning around with a smirk plastered on your face, thinking you'd finally won against him. Getting the pancake mix ready, you felt something wet and gooey fall on your head, running down the back of your neck.
"You're game."
Splatters everywhere. Ketchup in places it shouldn't be. Equally soaked in milk and runny yolk dripping.
Sat down on the wet floor opposite each other, absolutely beat by your childish activities. Trying to pretend like Arthur didn't pick you up by the waist, screaming when dropped you in a concoction of blueberries, smashed avocado and strawberry jam. Or closing you into the corner of the kitchen, his hot and heavy breath millimetres away from your plump lips, moment ruined by yoghurt falling and saturating your hair.
As you went to shower, for the second time, in Arthur Leclerc's shower, he posted something on his story.
Agreeing to a peace treaty, you headed to work in Arthur's car again, wearing another one of his tops and a pair of his joggers since he insisted.
Walking through the double doors to the academy together, huge smiles plastered on your faces was truly a sight that had to be seen with your own eyes.
The other mechanics went quiet, slightly in shock to see the two of you walking in late, giddy, and wearing his clothes.
"I thought they hated each other?" One asked his friend, to which his friend shakes his head and replies.
I love love love your writing, maybe a request about the reader working in finance or business or smthing and just not feeling as beautiful as some of the other models/wags at an event, with Charles comforting her.
thank you so much mwaaaah <3 yesssssssss! i must say i like the concept of a wag being into a job sector like that, i love businessss
charles leclerc x fem!reader
synopsis; req above MASTERLIST
warnings; swearing
Leadership as a woman can be a difficult thing to own and portray without coming across as emotional, a bitch, being too 'Work orientated'. Working at a multi billion dollar business as the head of sales overlooking all of Europe was a hefty title.
Your father, former F1 reporter and journalist ensured you worked your way to success, even when surrounded by F1 drivers worth millions. Becoming an avid fan and sharing the passion with your father, you attended regularly, as a little girl and as the woman you come to be.
How you came about to be the girlfriend of the Charles Leclerc, or should I, (the narrator in your head) rephrase; How Charles Leclerc came about to be the boyfriend of Y/N L/N, featured in Forbes magazine as one of the most successful business women in our modern day, is another story.
Paddock appearances were becoming a more normal occasion for you, you had no excuse to stray away from making WAG friends at this point.
A tap on the shoulder, you turned your head to be met with one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen.
"Hi! You're Y/N right? I'm Lily, Alex's girlfriend!" Her angelic voice spoke, pearly whites shining without a flaw.
Having to slightly swallow due to your embarrassingly dry throat, "Yeah! It's so great to meet you, I was worried I wouldn't be able to find anyone to hang out with."
"Oh my gosh of course, I was so nervous in my first couple appearances but you're a pro already." She spoke, before being called over by a reporter.
"I'll see you later!"
Standing cowardly in your spot, fingers twiddling, you had to snap back into reality. Lily was a wonderful girl, there wasn't a need to be jealous. Girls don't get into competition with one another, especially one sided competition and jealousy.
You felt horrible about it, but couldn't help feel it when you're stood in straight leg jeans, black long sleeved top with a grey hoodie on your arm. It was slightly crushing, looking around to see photographers going wild over the supermodels and genetically blessed WAGs all over the paddock.
But it wasn't a matter of them being at fault here, because they didn't choose how they look, but a matter of yourself. It was self destructing and realising this quality in yourself made you feel isolated.
Verge of a panic attack, you rush to Charles' driver's room praying he wasn't there to see you in this state. Smoothly moving past people and not drawing too much attention to yourself you burst the door open.
"Hey amour, you okay?" Even his voice comforted, and the warm smile that you made you melt.
"Nothing, all good." Putting on a meek smile.
"No, please tell me. Something's off." The tone suddenly serious, desperation twinkling in his eyes.
"It's just that.. It sounds pathetic."
He pulls that look.
"I was looking around the paddock and every girl was just so beautiful, supermodels, journalists, influencers."
"Ba-"
Cutting him off, "I just felt so out of place, their type of thing being gala dinners and extravagant brand trips, mine being sitting in meetings and offices."
"Baby. You have nothing, and I mean literally nothing to be insecure about. Look at yourself, you're need to appreciate yourself like how I'm appreciating you. You are beautiful, sent from Heaven if I may. You're kind, funny, supporting, confident, and you don't take shit from anyone. You are my person, my missing piece."
Cheeks blushing furiously at the praise, pulling him in for a hug. You knew you had nothing to worry about now.
"Look at who's being pathetic and mushy now." He laughs, pulling you in for a kiss.
WRITERS PSAAA; i got so into this lmao, it reminded me of the women empowerment vibe from the new Barbie movie, how we're never against each other, but here to encourage one another.
By these means, it comes across as like hating influencers, models and journalists in this but it's not like that haha, just picked some of the more common roles for women to have in the F1 world.
Hi! Can you write something with Arthur Leclerc and the reader are doing the “Truth or Dare” video for Prema, and he says he would kiss the reader. And at the end he really peck her on the lips
ooooooooooooooo yes i like the sound of this !
synopsis; req above ^ MASTERLIST
warnings; kisssssing oooooo la la , flirting ;)
The big lens bored into my eyes, Arthur and yourself sat in silence waiting for the flag to start speaking.
“Go.”
“Hello everybody, welcome back to another Prema video, here with Y/N/N” Arthur’s voice spoke out, nudging you slightly as he said your nickname.
“And today we’re doing truth or dare, with the questions suggested by you guys!” You gestured your hands towards the camera, smile painted on your face.
Two piles of paper were slid onto the table, both in bold with one reading 'TRUTH' and the other 'DARE'.
The camera cuts, moving into the other rooms where other drivers are sitting patiently, before they come back to focus on yours and Arthur's clips for the video.
"I'm a bit nervous." You spoke aloud, in the now empty room.
You saw the rumours circulating online, your Instagram dm's filled with threats from preteen girls, questions from journalists and bunches more.
"It's going to be fun Y/N/N, I'm picking all dares since I am quite bad." He smugly smiles at the end of his sentence, laying back against the charcoal leather sofa.
You snorted at the bold statement, "As if Arth, no way is that true."
Right as he opened his mouth to retaliate, the producers came back in the room.
"Put three ice cubes in your mouth until they melt." Read out with a cheeky grin, watching as Arthur laughs nervously.
Watching as he tries to gracefully put them into his mouth with a spoon made you both double over in laughter. He sits back with his arms crossed, eyes closed.
"He can't speak, he's incapacitated at the moment everyone." You look at him, as he turns with his mouth full, gargling out the words, "Truth or dare." in his loud, Monégasque accent.
"Ay ya ya, it hurts!" He flicked his hand about, the sound of the ice cubes moving about in his mouth appearing also.
"Okay, dare." You risked, watching the string and scissors appear onto the table.
Arthur tied your hands to your ankles, and you had to stay like that the whole game. He wrapped the string gently around your wrists, making sure it's not too tight before looking up at you with those blue eyes.
It's moments like these where you doubted your friendship with him, letting your true emotions take control. In a room full of cameras and people, it felt like it was only the two of you.
He momentarily pulled the strings making it really tight, winking at you with the eye facing away from the camera making your cheeks flush pink.
"So now, it's perfect." He spoke, watching you struggle with sitting on the sofa.
He holds the next dare up to you, waving it in front of your face.
"Go outside and hold a sign that says 'Honk if I'm cute.'" You laugh, watching as he gives a confused face.
"What?" Turning the slip back to himself as he reads it again.
"Guys we're going to get noise complaints from the amount of people honking..." You flipped your hair over your shoulder, pretending to flex as Arthur looks at you with a bewildered expression.
"It'll be me in the car.." He aggressively winks badly moving his whole face, producing having to cut due to the laughter.
You look at the paper signs giving from the producers, with text in Italian as well as English.
"That's going to be so embarrassing, it's much worse than what you got!" You leant back, forgetting your arms were tied, whole body falling against the sofa and Arthur's side.
After a couple more embarrassing dares and painful truths, the filming progressed onto the most anticipated question, not only for the audience but for the producers also.
It would be stupid to think that the producers don't think the pair would be cute together, why else would they always be together in videos!
You picked up the next slip of paper, Arthur's eyes widening at your evil grin.
"Just read it, you're scaring me!"
"Ooh! If you had to choose, who would you kiss in this room?" You said matter-of-factly, turning to face Arthur.
He plucked the note out of your hand, slightly fanning himself whilst looking up at the ceiling, "It's starting to get a bit hot in here."
You fell onto your side laughing, "But you have to be completely, completely honest." You spoke, getting back up.
You started pointing around the room, "So there's a sound engineer, there's Angelina." You say smiling, but as you go to look at him you realise that he's only looking at you.
"Well to be completely honest it would have to be you." He says, staring at you as Oscar burst into the room getting everyone to say their "Awwws".
You blush furiously, both of you going into fits of laughter to alleviate the tension.
The video in question cuts to you and Paul outside the building, both being dared to stand with the embarrassing sign.
You held up the sign first, stepping out onto the side of the road and being met with honks as soon as the drivers could read the sign.
"Gosh, my ego is going through the roof." You laughed, getting scared by another abrupt honk.
You turned around to see Arthur sticking himself half way out the car window, opening the door to pull you inside the tiny grey Fiat 500.
"Sorry guys I'm kidnapping her for a while." He shouts out.
This would seem slightly confusing, but gets cleared up quickly by the end snippet of the video being; Arthur gently pulling your chin in his direction, the camera catching a quick kiss before everyone erupts into cheers, Dino and Robert jumping so hard the camera was knocked off the tripod.
synopsis; charles’ appears at a fashion show unknown to the fact that his model crush is opening the show
warnings; flirting ? idk
MASTERLIST
giselebundchen;
liked by: charlesleclerc, adrianalima, vogue and 480,886 others
last night 📸
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giselefan1; iconic as per
> giselebundchen; love u
runwaysgalore; 😍😍😍
leclerc16fan; anyone see that charles liked?
giselebundchen;
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party girl 🎉
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charlesleclerc we’re bad influences on each other
> giselebundchen facts
> pierregasly 😳😳
> carlossainz55 😳😳
leclercfan16 GUYS WHAT DOES THIS MEAANNN
> f1sgreatest they have to be dating!! meeting his friends, partying 😉
adrianalima wild night 😜
> f1gossip what do you know adriana?
> runwayeditorials spill ur secrets
giselebundchen;
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iconic.
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charlesleclerc jaw dropped
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His publicist nagging, “You need some exposure in the summer break, especially with you and Gisele going on.”
“What’s the point if she’s not even going to be there? Id rather just meet her at dinner or something.” He responds, waving his hand about.
She sighs, and he continues staring up at the ceiling of his home office, playing with the strings of his jumper.
She turned to face him, biting her tongue slightly.
“You’re going, I have your sponsors and partnerships on my back and they need endorsement. End of story.”
Rolling his eyes, like a mother bothering her son.
Sitting impatiently in an uncomfortable white chair surrounded by the ambience of a shitty slow jazz, elevator music.
With a dramatic change in tempo, the lights shine onto the start of the runway, enveloping the bouncy golden hair, and slender physique that of Gisele.
Charles’ breath falters, sending him into a silent fit of choked coughs as he watches her strut, slowly spinning and smiling.
