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DANIEL RICCIARDO WORLD DOMINATION IYKYK
I write not the coolest, but not the worst stories about formula 1 drivers.
most often my character's name is Ann, but you can always substitute your own name instead of this name. I just got used for some reason that the girl's name is Ann.
McLaren (rbr, ferrari, alpine and mercedes) girl
rbr danny >>>
I came up with the nickname on the girl’s Instagram myself (@hahaitsyn)
english not my first language, so if suddenly there are errors, I'm not on purpose
I love my boys (dr3, cs55, cl16, eo31, mv1, ln4, pg10, the weeknd, chase atlantic, harry styles, zayn, future) and my girls (adele, taylor swift, charlotte and valentine siné, florence pugh, alessia cara, rihanna) so f*cking much
always in my folklore era
libra
infp
dream of becoming a popular writer
I really like to write something soft and comfortable, but I can’t write about break up and 💀
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summary: you, your Daniel Ricciardo and the second practice.
note: I cry like hell. god, why him...
I think you will not like it very much, because I wrote this little one shot on terrible emotions. sorry for the mistakes and OMG, I HAVE 56 READERS TYSM.
In the first practice, Dan was the 13th, there is something to strive for and what to fix. In any case, this is not a qualification or even a race, but only a training race where they will be able to practice on the track, assess their capabilities, finalize some points and be fully ready to step into the weekend of the Dutch Grand Prix. He kept smiling no matter what.
He is obliged to show himself well in AlphaTauri in order to return to the RBR.
He dreams about it every time before going to bed and wakes up with the same thought.
He dreams of becoming a world champion. And the Red Bull car is considered the strongest among all those who are on the starting grid. Daniel is not a weakling either.
But it's hard to even think about it when you're on the starting grid with Max Verstappen. Daniel had a good and friendly relationship with Max. But how the Australian wanted to wipe his nose and get around him.
You were standing in the paddock and before the practice started, you decided to approach your boyfriend to wish him good practice and kiss him for good luck. But they stopped you and told you that Dan was ready to leave. You blew him a kiss.
Daniel saw it and did the same. But there was one problem. He was already in his helmet and his visor was closed, which is why he kissed you back, but you didn't notice it.
When the sun broke through the clouds a little, illuminating the picturesque race track, Daniel Ricciardo was determined to succeed. The second training session was about to begin - this is a chance for an Australian racer to hone his skills and get an adrenaline rush, which always occurs when his car was working at the limit of its capabilities. However, he didn't know that this day would test his resilience like never before.
The training started and nothing foreshadowed trouble, although Dan had already noticed the strange behavior of his car during the first training session, but ignored it, considering that it was just a minor problem that could be easily fixed. He did not even suspect that a much more serious storm was brewing, which would destroy his hopes and dreams in a matter of seconds.
Grabbing the steering wheel of his car, Daniel felt a wave of electricity run through his veins. The noise of the crowd, the smell of burning rubber, and the realization that he was about to embark on a dance of speed and precision filled him completely. The pit lane was cleared, and he took off on the track, striving to leave his mark and show a good time even in training.
Working harder and harder with each lap, Daniel was focused, his heart pounding almost to the rhythm of the engine. But just at the moment when he was preparing to masterfully maneuver in a sharp turn, disaster struck.
Ahead of him, Oscar Piastri, a McLaren driver, lost control of his car and crashed into the guardrail.
In the blink of an eye, his entire positive attitude turned into a nightmare. The smile quickly faded from his face.
Daniel tried to let go of the steering wheel, his right hand let go of the steering wheel, and then he grabbed it back when Oscar's car was potentially in his way, which led to terrible consequences.
The blow was sudden and strong, causing Daniel's left arm to even throb with pain. The realization hit him like a dagger–the metacarpal bone was broken. An unpleasant feeling gripped him as he headed back to the pits, his dreams of success in racing slipping away with every agonizing second.
Despite the overwhelming pain, a sense of determination and defiance blossomed in Ricciardo's heart. He knew that he would have to deal with the pain both for himself and for his loyal fans who supported him throughout the journey.
When you saw everything that was happening, you immediately felt your legs give way and your vision blurred. You were about to faint if it weren't for the firm grip of one of the engineers who happened to be near you.
You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest. It could have ended much worse.
Dan was immediately taken to the medical center and you didn't even have time to tell him anything. I could have run and gone with him, but your well-being was seriously shaken. Your heart was pounding, and your face showed concern. The thought of the pain of a loved one tormented you from the inside, but you knew that you had to remain calm for the sake of both of you. You have already seen Daniel overcome countless difficulties, and it was at these moments that you most admired his resilience.
While he was being X-rayed, Ricciardo's mind sank into the depths of his emotions. He couldn't deny the disappointment that threatened to engulf him. The opportunity to demonstrate his talent and compete at the highest level was cruelly taken away from him. And he couldn't realize: whose mistake was it? If he hadn't turned into the wall, would he have crashed into Oscar? What would happen in this case?
He struggled with a mixture of anger, sadness, and a tinge of guilt.
Why him? Why now? Will he be able to regain the level of performance he fought so hard for? How will this affect his further races? Doubt and uncertainty began to creep into his mind, fast and lightning-fast, like a shadow, but Ricciardo did not let him linger. He knew that he needed to channel his energy into the difficult task of recovery.
As soon as he returned to the paddock, with a bandage on his left arm, you couldn't stand it and burst into tears, covering your face with your hands.
Dan came up to you and gently hugged you with his right hand, kissing your forehead.
"I'm fine. Just a little scratch. Just a little scratch..."
His light–hearted response did little to ease your anxiety, or rather, did not ease it with everything, but reminded you of the qualities that you valued in Daniel - his unwavering optimism, his ability to find humor even in the most difficult situations. You knew he was determined to overcome this setback, no matter how serious it was.
You stood in front of a large mirror in your and Daniel's house and looked at yourself with interest. Your reflection looked at you expectantly, a mixture of nervousness and confidence flickered in your brown eyes. You spent hours carefully preparing for this event, making sure that every detail of your appearance radiated elegance and sophistication. Your long brown curls fell to your shoulders in loose waves, framing your delicate facial features, and light makeup accentuated your natural beauty.
Your outfit was nothing but luxury. You were wearing a stunning floor-length dress made of the finest silk, its deep royal blue shade complemented your porcelain complexion. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, emphasizing your slender figure, and a daring thigh-high slit added seductiveness. The bodice was decorated with intricate beads that sparkled under the soft light of the chandelier, as if reflecting the stars in the night sky.
Elegant stiletto shoes decorated with delicate crystals that shimmered with each graceful step completed your look. On your wrist you wore a minimalistic diamond bracelet, the shimmer of which matched the brilliance of your eyes. You have spared no expense in creating an image that would charm and make an indelible impression on anyone who gets in your way.
Today there was a party on the occasion of the recent Grand Prix victory and the last birthday of your boyfriend, the man of your whole life - Daniel Ricciardo. You knew how much he craved it, how he devoted himself to training and came home so tired that he could hardly walk to the shower. Your heart has always ached because of how much he has to go through to achieve heights. Constant discussions, angry comments under posts, wishes about failures at races - does he really deserve this? Your smiling boy, your happiness, your very true love.
Shaking your head, chasing away the unpleasant thoughts that appeared, you smiled tightly and looked in the mirror again. The outfit turned out to be quite good, you really look great. Numerous hours spent in shops and beauty salons have done you good.
Suddenly, out of the blue, there was a knock on the door. You flinched a little, because it was too loud and unexpected.
"Babe?" On the other side of the door, the sonorous voice of your beloved rang out. "The guests will be here soon, are you ready?"
"Oh. Yeah. I'm on my way."
"Can I come in?"
"Yes, you can."
Ricciardo didn't keep himself waiting, and a second later the door opened and you turned to him, smiling to the tips of your ears.
"Ooooh shiiiit. It looks like I'll have to postpone the party until tomorrow, and spend time with my beautiful girl today." He said grinning and walked up to you.
Standing in front of you, he first just stood in front of you and looked into your eyes for about a minute.
Devils were clearly visible in his eyes. Devils that simultaneously showed his love for you and desire to possess you.
Dan grinned, oh my God, just from that grin, you feel like your knees are about to give way, then, smoothly lowered his hands to your waist and slowly pulled you closer to him, as if stretching this moment.
He bent down to kiss you, but you gently stopped him by putting your finger to his lips.
"Hey, hey, hey, take your time, baby. I've already painted my lips with my favorite lipstick, so no kissing!" You explained and witnessed how Dan's playfulness quickly evaporated, replaced by a slight bewilderment. He snorted in displeasure and slid down, squeezing his hands tighter on your hips.
"I hate it when you use this terrible invention of mankind. I love the taste of your lips so much, and you paint them with this tasteless lipstick."
"And this was said by my daniel, who ate my raspberry-scented lipstick the other day."
"Hahaha yeah. But at least it was delicious. And in general, I didn't eat, but used it for its intended purpose."
You laughed and grabbed the strong shoulders of your Aussie. He bent down to your neck and ran his nose over it. His hot breath burned your skin and made your whole body goosebumps. Daniel gently bites the tender skin of the neck, and then runs his tongue over the wound and kisses, as if apologizing without words.
You had very fair skin and it was very difficult to hide such manifestations of love. This could be understood by how carefully you covered up the hickeys left by him last night with foundation and how they still remained visible. Daniel himself knew perfectly well that today you would need to attend his party in the status of a family friend, not his girlfriend, but knowing this did not stop him.
Yes. You've been hiding your relationship. You were the older sister of his former teammate, Lando Norris. As Ric himself likes to say and repeat, he fell in love with you from the very first meeting, but did not dare to admit this to Lando, and to you, of course. Maybe the reason was that Lando took great care of you as his own sister and often jokingly threatened his friends that if they became victims of her love torments, his revenge would be cruel. Or maybe he just couldn't figure out for a long time what he really feels for you.
But at the moment, you've been secretly dating for almost a year. It's amazing how it happened that neither the media, nor the family, nor Lando himself have yet realized that you are together. For them, you continued to be good friends. It was in your favor, because another reason for a secret relationship was just the same media. They are often the cause of the breakup of many couples and it happens that they watch couples too closely. So you continue to work, pretend and live in your secluded house when Daniel is free from racing and training and when you are not busy with your work.
"Oh my God, Daniel!" Finally, you shout jokingly. "Stop biting me, soon there won't be a place on me where there won't be traces of your bites, Ricciardo!"
"Honey, you mean you don't like it? In that case, you need to learn how to lie. You're doing pretty badly right now."
"You're insufferable, Dan."
"I know. And you love me."
"Yes. I love you."
"I know, my beautiful. Well. I will say that you helped me with the selection of the costume, if anyone has questions about how you ended up here among the first." He finished, but continued to hold you in his hands.
"Again, again a lie."
"I know, honey. I hate lying. And, wait a minute, it's practically not a lie, you really helped me pick up this suit."
You smiled warmly and rested your head on his shoulder.
"I'm waiting for the moment when I can officially call you my girl in front of everyone." he said in a hoarse whisper and kissed the top of your head.
"But then my beloved brother will look askance at us."
"Oh my God, I've already endured these looks when we were on the same team, because I often overtook him."
"Hey, he's good too!" you pretended to be indignant and lightly hit him on the leg with your knee.
"But no better than me."
"No one can compare with you, but Lanny is very good both on and off the track."
"Will anyone meet us in this house at all?" A voice was heard from below and you instinctively recoiled from your lover. The grievances belonged to Dan's good friend and his current partner, Max Verstappen. You immediately thought that he probably didn't come alone, but with his girlfriend Kelly.
"Oh, Maxie. Let's go meet."
"Danny. Are you sure? Maybe I'll come out later?"
"He knows that you and I are good friends, there will be no problems. Let's say you're very punctual."
♡♡♡
Time passed, more and more guests came. You and Daniel kept an appropriate distance, no hands on the waist, kisses and other things that could reveal your secret. It was hard, even if it has already become a habit for you. You really wanted to touch him, feel the warmth of his hands, hear the scent of his expensive cologne. You really wanted you to be an ordinary couple.
You've already gone down too and managed to say hello to many who came. First of all, you approached Daniel's parents, who came to celebrate their son's triumph. You were in a very close and trusting relationship with Mr. and Mrs. Ricciardo, they treated you as a close family friend. But they didn't even know that their son was head over heels in love with you.
Grace, Daniel's mom, recently, "in secret", said that Daniel likes you. At that time, you had already met, so you couldn't help but smile shyly and thanked the kind woman for this secret. Now I have to hide a secret from her.
Now you were chatting with her on the sidelines from everyone and she was telling you a funny story from Dan's childhood.
"Can you imagine? Then he firmly decided that he would become a racer. I'm afraid my heart just won't stand it soon, he's working so hard in training and taking risks on the track that I'm not moving away from sedatives."
"Ooooh.. Mrs. Ricciardo, as I understand you. Sometimes you want to hit him on the head with a pillow and..." for a moment you were silent.
... hug him and say that you are very worried.
... kiss him and tell him that you will always be there.
"I... Tell him to stop making his beloved mom nervous!" You finally finished the sentence and laughed along with Grace.
"Oh, you're right, my dear."
"Oh, Mrs. Ricciardo, I have to leave you for a while, I need to powder my nose." You really urgently needed to go to the bathroom to fix your makeup.
"Of course, no problem, sweetheart. I'll go find something delicious for now."
Daniel, who was standing nearby and talking enthusiastically with George Russell, who was also invited to the party, heard that you said you would go to the bathroom.
He realized that this was his chance to be with you for a few minutes.
When you excused yourself to go to the toilet, the urge became too strong to resist. Daniel carefully followed you, his heart pounding wildly. When he saw you disappear into the lavish lavatory, Ricciardo carefully followed you, making sure that no one noticed his departure. He found you standing at the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror.
Unable to contain his longing any longer, he cautiously approached you from behind, hugging you around the waist. You flinched slightly, surprised by his presence.
"I couldn't be in the company of these celebrities anymore. I needed to feel you in my arms. Moreover, I can clearly see how my mother sees you as her future daughter-in-law."
"Danny, you can't go on like this! We have to behave ourselves tonight. Not us, but you!"
"Oh. I know, but seeing that you look so amazing here, all I want to do is hold you to me. Just for a moment."
"Okay, just for a minute. But we have to be careful.
You hugged each other tightly for a few stolen moments, cherishing the intimacy you craved madly, knowing that you would soon have to part again.
Ricciardo tightened his embrace, feeling the warmth of your body on his. You stood there for a few blissful seconds, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Then he gently kissed you on the forehead, and then went down to your cheeks and lips. But none of you guessed what would happen next.
Meanwhile, Lando also decided to go to the bathroom to fix his tie. Disappointed with the way it sat on his collar, he yanked it, muttered a few playful curses under his breath and headed to the bathroom to get a dose of confidence from the mirror.
To his surprise, he saw Daniel and you, his friend and sister, in a passionate embrace. Lando's eyes widened and a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, leaning against the bathroom door and folding his arms.
Hearing the voice of your beloved younger brother, you abruptly pulled away from Daniel's lips and felt a blush appear on your cheeks.
"Oops," Dan said jokingly. "I'll explain everything now, Lando. "Ummm... I just came to help y/n with... her dress. It had to be fixed, you know?"
You intervened with a shy smile:
"Yes, yes, the lightning got stuck, and Daniel, being a gentleman, came to the rescue!"
Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by the story, but couldn't help but make a joke.
"And the kiss became a payment for help? Come on, guys. Don't make me regret introducing you to him, Miss Norris!" Lando exclaimed, no longer holding back his laughter.
"Uh... yeah?"
"Of all the people, it had to be my former teammate and my sister? Damn God, how long have you been dating? Do not deny that you are dating, otherwise I will definitely swear."
"Almost a year," Daniel replied and smiled his trademark smile.
"Oh my God, sis, I thought we should share everything!"
"Sorryyy."
When they returned to the event, Lando couldn't help but grin mischievously, teasing Daniel: "Just remember, Ricciardo, I will always watch!"
Winking, Dan cheekily replied: "Oh, I wouldn't expect anything less, Norris!"
Ann Rhine stood in front of a full-length mirror in her lavishly appointed dressing room located in her penthouse. Before her exit to the car waiting for her downstairs, there was very little time left, and she took it to take one last look in the mirror and make sure that she looked good. And she looked really gorgeous.
Her long, loose brown locks were styled in elegant waves that fell easily over her shoulders. The light from the chandeliers above reflected off her perfectly manicured nails, which perfectly matched the ruby red shade of her lipstick and outfit. Her deep brown eyes, accentuated by smoky shadows, shone with anticipation of the upcoming evening.
Having changed her position, Ann could not help but appreciate her choice of evening attire. The dress was a real work of art, carefully selected from her personal collection of designer clothes. It clung to the curves of her perfect body in all the right places, emphasizing her slender figure and radiating sophistication. The dress had a deep neckline that effectively showed off her cleavage area, adding a touch of charm and passion to her image as a whole.
To complete her look, Ann chose a pair of sparkling diamond earrings that gracefully hung from her earlobes. The expensive diamonds were brilliantly cut, reflecting the light and casting a soft glow on her sharp collarbones. Her wrists were decorated with matching diamond bracelets, each of which reflected the light and added an additional touch to her overall image.
She couldn't help but feel excited and anxious as she prepared for the large-scale evening that awaited her today. It wasn't just a party; it was a special event, a charity event where celebrities from many walks of life graced the place to raise money from their visit for a good cause. The organizer was one of the most influential people in the world, which is why Ann's expectations were high. She was especially eager to see the Formula 1 drivers, because their names were also on the guest list.
Ann has attended races more than once because of sponsorship with one of the teams. Her father's company, which passed to her after his death, signed a large contract with AMG Mercedes, which is why she could often be seen in the paddock of this team. Especially, the journalists clung to the fact that she liked to spend time in the company of Lewis Hamilton. There were all kinds of headlines, they were credited with an affair, a fictitious marriage, divorce and many different things, but no one talked about the true reason. Lewis and Ann were very good friends.
And it was Lewis who instilled in her a love of racing. Of course, he very brazenly provided her with a cap with his racing number, which made the rumors grow even stronger around them, but not about that now. Ann really liked the atmosphere of racing, this adrenaline flowing through her veins, this riding at high speeds. She herself dreamed of getting behind the wheel of a car to feel this drive, but doing business did not give her the opportunity to live a little for herself.
When she received an invitation to attend this evening, she initially wanted to refuse, she has no time to attend such events, in principle, she is not a frequent guest of various parties. The duties of the director have other plans for her account. Her assistant convinced her to change her mind, because attending this event would be a good sign in the future PR company of Ann's organization. Therefore, I had to adjust the already tight schedule a little in order to smile and talk with the cream of society for several hours.
Shaking her head, dismissing the sudden thoughts that she might still write that she was ill and not go, Ann picked up her purse, turned off the light and hurriedly left the dressing room, heels clicking on the floor. After warning the housekeeper that she would arrive soon, the girl hurriedly headed for the luxury car.
The personal driver who saw her approach immediately got out of the car and opened the door for her to get in. She threw him a quiet "thank you" to which he nodded seriously and closed the door, returning to the driver's seat.
The whole trip passed in silence. Ann looked out the window and wondered if everyone invited would come. Their number exceeded fifty people, which could not surprise and terrify at the same time.
There were actors, singers, and many other celebrities. Ann wasn't supposed to be there at all, but Toto insisted that she be among the guests. After all, part of their team and part of their budget.
The car stopped in front of a majestic mansion. The red carpet was laid, there were too many photographers and journalists. There was already another car in front of them, which, as Ann realized, belonged to Pierre Gasly, the Alpine F1 team racer. His girlfriend Kika came with him and together they looked very cute and harmonious. The crowd immediately greeted them with enthusiastic sighs, and the photographers did not know how to touch each other in order to be closer to the Frenchman and make the best shots with him and his beloved.
Finally, it was Ann's turn to come out. James, her driver and bodyguard in one person, again helpfully helped her out and she, a little embarrassed, gracefully waved her fingers to everyone present. James offered her an elbow, which she accepted and they went inside.
"Miss, you look just fine. I'm sorry to break our contract of silence, but I couldn't help but say it."
"Thank you, James." Ann smiled gently and continued. "I'll leave you to have fun while I go say hello to the right people."
"Okay, miss, I'm here, remember that."
When they were inside the mansion, the energy in the room changed. The conversations subsided, heads turned, and all eyes were riveted on her exit. No one expected Ann Rhine to be there.
She herself did not expect this and smiled at everyone with the most affected smile in her life.
After examining those at the party, Ann noticed a lot of both familiar and completely unfamiliar faces. The look immediately found Lewis, as always, as if he had stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine, who, surprisingly, stood alone a little apart from everyone. Deciding to join an old acquaintance, Ann takes a glass of champagne and goes to Hamilton.
"Who do I see..."
"Oh my God, Ann!" Lewis exclaimed happily and hurried to hug his girlfriend. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, but did not touch it, so as not to stain it with red lipstick.
"Yes, it's me. I've missed you so much, champ."
***
Two more racers were standing not far from them. The two drivers of the Scuderia Ferrari are Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz. They had a relaxed and friendly conversation while the main celebration had not yet begun.
While Charles was talking to his close friend in the middle of a glamorous evening, his attention couldn't help but be drawn to Ann Rhine. His gaze involuntarily wandered in her direction, captivated by her undeniable beauty and charismatic presence.
When Carlos began to talk about the recent race, Charles found that his thoughts were moving again and again to Ann. He admired how easily she seemed to attract attention, and her aura seemed to radiate confidence and grace. Her every movement was graceful and refined, attracting the attention of everyone around her. He couldn't help but be intrigued by her attractive personality, a unique trait of many celebrities he met.
"It seems to me that if I had stormed later then, everything would have turned out differently."
"Or you would have met your favorite gravel," Charles finally replied and grinned, sipped some champagne from his glass.
"Buddy, don't make me throw the contents of this glass in your face... What do you think about the new updates?"
"I think they're... Mmm... Quite good"
While Charles continued to listen to his friend, his attention remained distracted. He couldn't help but glance at Ann, admiring how easily she blended in with the other guests, making an indelible impression on every person she talked to. Her alluring presence was mesmerizing, drawing people to her like a moth to a fire.
"Wait, who are you looking at so intently and why not at me?" Carlos turned around to look at the one his partner couldn't take his eyes off. "Aah... Ann Rhine. I didn't expect to see her here. Are you surprised too, since you can't take your eyes off her?"
The more Charles watched her from afar, the more his curiosity grew. He wondered what it would be like to share a deeper connection with someone as radiant as Ann. Her sincere smile combined with her intelligent conversation awakened the desire for meaningful communication among the whirlwind of the celebrity world.
"She's absolutely amazing, isn't she? I had the pleasure of talking to her earlier. She is not only beautiful, but also incredibly smart and witty. It's really nice to see her here."
"Really? What was it like talking to her?"
"To be honest, it was quite amazing and short-lived, as she had to return to her duties. Did you hear that a few years ago she had to take responsibility and continue her father's work? We had a great conversation about her work and life in general. I was genuinely impressed by its depth and authenticity."
"She seems to be older than you?"
"Yes, she's 29. Don't ask me how I know that."
"Oh. And she looks younger."
"I agree. But she's an insanely spectacular girl."
"I support it."
"So will you approach her? Or can I get ahead of you and spend the evening in her company?"
"You'll do fine, man. See, she's talking to Lewis."
"I see I have good eyesight. Well, you keep burning her with your eyes, and I'll go to the Lando. Haven't seen him for a long time." Carlos said and, clinking glasses with his friend, hurried to Norris.
Charles had no choice but to temporarily occupy himself with looking at either Ann or the champagne bubbles in his glass.
Finally, fortunately for him, Ann was left alone.
She noticed his eyes on her and winked at him. then, she casually adjusted the hem of her dress, exposing her thigh. Charles swallowed noisily and hurriedly turned away to straighten his trousers carefully.
This was his chance.
But he was quickly overtaken by another man, forcing Monegasque to swear under his breath.
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The silence in the hotel room was abruptly interrupted by the sound of an incoming notification. Then another one. And another one. You were sitting at the dressing table and doing yourself a light makeup so that you could go out completely confident in yourself and your beauty. Of course you were already beautiful, especially in the shower, but makeup is an important part of any appearance.
As soon as you heard this ringing "ding", you even flinched, because it was too loud and unexpected. In general, you had a silent mode turned on so that intrusive people and employees would not interfere with your enjoyment of your life, but some contacts avoided such a restriction. It was your best friend Adele, Mom and Sebastian, your favorite person.
Yes, you're dating Sebastian Vettel, the famous Formula 1 racer. But you fell in love with him not for his status, money or position in society, but for what he really is, for what he was next to you.
Love is often described as a wonderful adventure full of twists and turns that captivate our hearts and souls. You could feel it and feel someone's sincere love only with him.
He was very sensitive, attentive to you. I always asked about your well-being, how your day went, whether you ate. When you are forced to be far from each other, the only thing that allows you to keep positive is video calls.
Sometimes, because of the big difference in time zones, it happens that he calls you early in the morning when it's already late at night. It makes you laugh and joke about the fact that he still doesn't let you sleep at night.
He had a way of making you feel special, loved and protected. Whether it's a surprise visit with your favorite sweets when he's not riding around the world because of his racing career or a simple message to wish you a good day. He's always tried to let you know that you're important. That you're the most important person in his life.
His sense of humor was another aspect you treasured. His ability to make you laugh until your cheeks hurt was one of the things you treasured the most. It is rare now to meet someone who is able to keep a smile on his face and cause it on the face of others. And Sebastian was such a rare person. He was the one and only for you.
His special intelligence and playful banter made your relationship carefree and fun even in the most difficult times. You complemented each other perfectly, when Seb faced setbacks on the track, he always knew that he could share his stamp with you and get effective support. He himself has repeatedly claimed that your hugs and kisses cure all ailments. When you had problems with your work or with these elementary complexes about your appearance, he always found the right words and hurried to remind you that you are already the most beautiful for him, and that physical beauty is not the main thing at all. There are a lot of beautiful and sexy models in the whole world, but you will meet a really "person" less often. You will meet your man less often.
But not only his character traits and ability to support captivated you. You were constantly lost in thoughts of his physical presence. The way his eyes twinkled when he smiled and was happy, the way his strong arms hugged you during a long separation. To feel the warmth of his touch, to be with him and not let go anywhere else — everything you craved when you were apart.
Sometimes, of course, where without it, you wondered if you really deserve his love and whether you can meet his expectations. These doubts were fleeting, they were quickly replaced by the realization that your love is built on a solid foundation — on trust, respect and mutual support.
In your thoughts, you often imagined a future with him. You imagined how finally, after all these races and training, you could be together like the most ordinary couple in love. It's hard to say that it will work out, because it's unlikely that the famous Sebastian Vettel can afford the life of the most ordinary person. But deep down you knew that he really wanted to live in peace and tranquility for a very short time.
You imagined coming home after a long day at work, immediately falling into his warm and familiar embrace. After kissing you on the forehead, he helps you take off your coat and hangs it on a hanger while you go to wash your hands. Later, you cook dinner for yourself, telling about the past day and your impressions. Isn't this a wonderful life?
You loved to indulge in dreams about how you travel together, experiencing new adventures hand in hand. Maybe you'll even have a baby who will be as curly as his super dad.
But all these dreams were replaced by a harsh reality. Sebastian is a racer, it is impossible to imagine him not driving a car, which means that racing obviously will not be able to leave his life so easily. You sincerely supported the hobby of your beloved and in your free time, you always attended the Grand Prix.
Every race brings with it a sense of excitement, an exciting ride that reflects the roller coaster of emotions that you experience when you watch him go on the track. He immediately looks for you with his eyes and smiles with his special smile, intended only for you. You know he's a little worried, and he knows you're very worried. This shared excitement strengthens the deep bond between you.
Behind the roaring engines and incredible speed is an unwavering dedication. From the countless hours spent honing his skills on the track to the meticulous attention paid to every aspect of his car, your boyfriend's drive for perfection never falters. This devotion extends to your relationship as well.
You experience every victory, every defeat together, always knowing that after every sorrow the long-awaited joy will come. Not every couple can boast of such a connection and passion that you have.
You couldn't help but smile, remembering every rare moment you spent with him. His presence has become an integral part of your life. It was as if he was the missing piece of a puzzle that finally found its place.
In your thoughts, you admire his strength and resilience, admiring how he meets difficulties face to face. He motivates you to be the best version of yourself, encouraging you to achieve your goals and believe in your abilities. It gives you a sense of security and stability, assuring you that you will never have to face the world alone. That he will always be there, even when he is not.
Sitting at the table, still lost in your thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the amazing person he was, and gratitude for the love you shared.
Suddenly, the thought popped into my head that you still haven't read the message. Frowning, you put your makeup in a special purse and go to the table where your phone was charging.
Two messages from Mom and one from Sebastian.
mom ❤️
«daughter, we will be waiting for you and Sebastian at dinner next weekend»
«Daddy will cook your favorite turkey, so you won't have a chance to refuse 😘😘💓»
s💋
«get ready, in five minutes I'll come for a suitcase»
As soon as you read the message from Sebastian, your heart started beating faster.
This can't be happening. This is a prank. He's thousands of miles away right now, getting ready for the upcoming race. No, no, no.
You blinked a few times to make yourself understand what you thought, but no. The message remained in the same place.
«what do you mean, Seb?»
The answer came immediately.
«I mean what I said»
«check-in for the flight closes in two hours»
Great. In five minutes, the most you can do is just get a travel suitcase out of the closet.
Sometimes Sebastian's passion for speed was mesmerizing. But, unfortunately, you didn't have the speed he had. And therefore, I had to speed up in order not to miss the opportunity to meet my beloved. It was still very strange. Sebastian really should be far away now, and here he writes that he will come for you. Even no, not for you, but for your suitcase. What a fool.
You started running around the room and throwing things into a suitcase. You reminded yourself of a massive car that has already passed the warm-up lap and is ready to take p1. But as soon as you zipped up the suitcase, there was a knock on the door. Or is it already knocking in your head?
"Hey, y/n, it's me, Sebastian."
When you heard your native voice, you screamed with happiness and rushed to the door. Opening it and seeing Seb standing, you jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck.
He laughed velvety and pulled you closer to him.
"Did my girl miss me?"
"Hell yeah. Vettel, I've missed you like hell."
"Well, well, watch your tongue, or I'll have to teach you a lesson in good behavior." he whispered in your ear, then reluctantly lowered it down.
Seb smirked as soon as he saw your flushed cheeks.
"Is the suitcase ready?"
"Yes, there it is."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, I'll just wear a shirt over my top, and that's it. Seb..." you asked him when he went to the room to take your suitcase.
"Mmm?"
"I have too many questions."
"I promise I will answer them, but let's get on the plane. We're terribly late, let's go, liebe (love)"
♡♡♡
As it turned out, Seb had been planning to "kidnap" his y/n. for a long time. He admitted it by accident when you asked him about how he was able to be around. At that time, Vettel had recently woken up from a dream and was not yet fully aware of the seriousness of the situation. But he also said that she wouldn't even need a suitcase, it was just a little joke. For this, he was lightly hit on the head.
You couldn't believe that here he is, smiling at you not from the smartphone screen. That you could touch him, kiss his beloved lips, the taste of which was sweeter than honey for you. Everything inside you was blooming and singing. Everything was too perfect.
The flight was quite long, but together with it it seemed very short and it was not enough. It wasn't enough. Your Sebastian. In your heart, you knew that he would leave soon and the happiness would last a maximum of two days. But I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to at all.
The flight ended and you had to leave the cozy business class seats. Of course, there were autographs and photos with fans that forced you to stand aside so as not to interfere with Seb's communication with his fans. This was a frequent occurrence, so you treated it with a smile on your face and rejoiced that your boyfriend had such support.
When that was over, Vettel gently but firmly took you by the hand and led you to the car already waiting for you at the entrance to the airport. A friendly little man handed the car keys to the champion and helped to load your small luggage into the trunk. After that, Seb opened the passenger seat door, helping you to take your seat. Then, leaving a quick kiss on your lips, I hurried to get behind the wheel and take you away from the crowd of fans rushing to take pictures of you and your little date.
Seb moved cautiously along the winding coastal road. His skill was mesmerizing not only on the track, but also off it. You couldn't help but look at his concentration, at his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, a slight smile, tousled curls. He really resembled a god.
It was already evening and the only source of light was the weak sun and the headlights of the car, but you still couldn't take your eyes off Sebastian. But he, the impudent one, saw that you were looking at him.
"Am I that handsome? You've been looking at me since the beginning of the trip." He asked, letting out a soft chuckle.
"Yes." you answered shortly and smiled. "The most handsome man in the world. My most handsome man."
"Yours." Seb agreed and nodded his head. Then, seizing the moment when you turned away in embarrassment, I put my hand free from the steering wheel on your thigh and squeezed it slightly, but noticeably, causing your body to be covered with goosebumps.
"Almost there." he whispered and, after a quick glance at you, immediately returned his gaze to the road.
The rhythmic sound of crashing waves grew louder as you approached your destination. You haven't been here before, and therefore, curiosity took its toll.
Seb was hoping he could get you to the right place by sunset. After all, it is then that the sun can be seen at arm's length. He knew how much you love sunsets and beautiful places. Therefore, I decided to share my special place with you.
In the end, he drove up to a viewing platform hidden from the eyes of others, located at a decent distance and high above the fascinating landscape of a busy city.
He found this place after one of his not very successful Grand Prix and liked to come here to think about everything that had been stored in his soul for so long. He could scream in pain for a long time without being afraid that he would be considered crazy or something like that. He could talk to himself, blame himself for failures, praise himself for success. He could be in harmony with himself and spend multiple hours alone. Anyone, the most famous people, sometimes need to be alone. But nowhere was he calmer than with you.
That's why he decided to share with you a piece of his soul, to share his secret place. Even earlier, he made a serious decision to share his last name with you and legitimize your love, which was eloquently evidenced by a small red box in his pants pocket. You didn't know about it and thought only about what awaits you next.
"We're here, baby." Seb said when he parked the rented car in a special place for her.
You smiled enthusiastically and quickly unbuckled your seat belt. As soon as you got out of the car, an admiring sigh escaped from your chest. The view here was beautiful. That was putting it mildly. It was really great.
But it was even more beautiful to have Sebastian around. You were standing a little apart from him and the car, and did not notice how he came up from behind and put his arm around your waist, hugging you tightly. Burying his nose in your neck, he exhaled noisily.
"I missed you, y/n. My career doesn't allow us to spend more time together and it makes my heart ache for you."
"I missed you a lot too, Seb. I miss you too much." you whispered, feeling moisture appear in the corners of your eyes. No, no, no, not tears.
"I know, honey, I know. But let's enjoy this rare moment when we're together. When I can do like this." Sebastian brazenly bit you on the neck, making you flinch and jokingly pull away. But he knew that it brought you pleasure. "Or like this."
The man abruptly turned you around and lifted you in his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.
"Oh my God, Sebastian, you're going to drop me!"
"I will never drop you, my girl." he murmured and carefully arranged you on the blanket that he had prepared when you were admiring the sunset.
"Oh. And when did you have time to prepare everything?" while you were getting comfortable on the bedspread, Sebastian had already managed to take a seat next to you.
"I'm very fast." He answered with a shrug and took out a bottle of wine, also prepared in advance.
"Yes, especially in..." You didn't finish the sentence and grinned, forcing Sebastian to grin and lean so close to you that you could clearly feel his breath on your lips.
"In what?"
His voice took your breath away.
"Racing, honey."
"Right answer." He said, and taking advantage of how dangerously close to him you are, he rarely shortened the remaining distance and covered your lips with his.
This kiss was unlike any of your past. He skillfully combined all the pain of separation and the joy of a long-awaited reunion, all the tenderness and warmth that he felt for you, all the affection and unwillingness to part anymore. Of course, no one can compare with Sebastian at all, it's impossible to deny.
From such a kiss, you felt dizzy and once again you were convinced that this man would still show himself. You have been together for several years, but every kiss was like the first, every look he directed at you made you kneel.
When Vettel pulled away, he immediately handed you a glass of your favorite wine.
"You're the perfect man." You said and drank some of the liquid with pleasure, which immediately burned your throat.
"And you're the perfect girl." He answered and sat down in such a way as to embrace you and enclose you in the ring of his arms.
You have been sitting like this for an uncounted amount of time, sharing your memories and places for the future. Sometimes you stopped just to drink wine or kiss. The kisses became deeper and greedier.
It was comfortable and calm in his arms.
He was your everything.
"Oh, right, honey. Come on, let me get up." Sebastian suddenly said and gently lowered you out of his arms. Rising to his feet, he held out his hand to you, helping you to get up too.
"W-what's the matter, Seb?..." you asked, not understanding and a little scared, and looked at your boyfriend.
The sun has almost completely disappeared below the horizon, flooding the sky with golden, orange and pink shades. The atmosphere was saturated with anticipation, as if nature itself had planned to create the most enchanting evening in your life.
Sebastian's voice trembled slightly as he began to speak, drawing your attention. He got down on one knee in front of her, and their eyes met. He looked at her with special tenderness, and she was ready to cry right now.
With every word he poured out his heart, his voice filled with vulnerability and love.
"Oh no no no, please don't cry from the very beginning, I've been planning this moment for a very long time and you cry with happiness only at the end and in one of the best scenarios."
Sebastian hastened to say and took a velvet box out of his pocket. He twisted it in his hands and tried to collect his thoughts and remember the speech he had prepared the day before.
You could only nod and put your hands to your mouth, trying to restrain your emotions. The love of your life seems to be proposing to you right now.
"y/n, from the moment I met you, my life has completely changed. I didn't know that I would love someone so much." Sebastian began in an even but emotional voice. "You have been my rock, my confidant and my greatest support. I can't imagine my life without you by my side."
Your breath caught in your throat as Sebastian continued, his voice growing more fervent with every word. "You make me better. Every day you inspire me to reach new heights and enjoy the beauty of life. I am constantly amazed by your strength, your kindness and your unwavering love."
His hands trembled slightly as he opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. When the sunlight caught the shining gemstone, it seemed to reflect the brilliance in their eyes.
"My beloved, you make me the happiest person on earth. Oooh. it's harder than I thought. But. Will you marry me?" muttered Sebastian, his voice filled with anticipation, love and vulnerability. A part of his soul was afraid of being rejected. What if you're not ready for such a serious step in their relationship yet?
When you heard the cherished words, you could no longer restrain yourself and burst into tears. Tears of immeasurable happiness flowed down your face when you passionately nodded your head and managed to whisper soulfully: "Yes, Sebastian. Yes!"
At that moment, time stopped, the world around them receded into the background when he heard her consent. Sebastian put the ring on the trembling finger of his future wife, and his heart beat with a radiant joy that he had never experienced before.
Ann Ocean was very fond of singer Taylor Swift and her work. Throughout her life, she has always had one constant source of comfort and inspiration, a beautiful woman named Taylor.
Her melodious voice and soulful lyrics were a guiding star for her, a source of comfort both in joy and in sorrow. It is impossible to express in words how much she loves and appreciates Taylor Swift and her work.
From the moment she first heard her angelic voice, Ann felt an instant connection. Taylor seemed to be speaking directly to her soul, telling about her deepest emotions and experiences. Every text she wrote resonated with Ann in a way no other artist could. Taylor's ability to capture the raw and vulnerable moments of life in her music was truly impressive.
From the moment Ann first heard her debut single "Tim McGraw", she was immediately attracted to Taylor's music. Her lyrics had a special and authentic quality that resonated with her on a deep level.
As the years passed, Taylor Swift continued to release new music, and her songs became the soundtrack to Ann's life. Whenever she felt joyful, songs like "Shake It Off" and "22" were there to cheer her up and remind her to embrace happiness in life. These songs became anthems of positivity and self-acceptance, they gave Ann the opportunity to accept her individuality and dance as if no one was watching.
But even in the darkest moments, Taylor's music really became a lifeline for her. When she found herself in the depths of a broken heart, her ballads like "All Too Well" and "Clean" were there to comfort her and remind her that she is not alone in her pain. Her ability to capture the complex emotions of love and loss with such honesty and vulnerability was a rare gift, and she couldn't help but feel a little healed with each verse.
As she navigated the choppy waters of adolescence and adolescence, Taylor's songs were her constant companions. With her soulful ballads, she lifted her spirits in the darkest moments of her life, reminding Ann that she was not alone in her struggle. Whether she was facing a broken heart, a failed friendship, or the endless confusion of growing up, her music was there to heal wounds and offer a special solace that no one else could offer.
Listening to Taylor's songs was not just a form of escape from reality, but also a source of empowerment. Her ability to express her emotions unabashedly and fearlessly inspired Ann to do the same. Her music inspired Ann to accept her true self and live for real. Through her experience, she taught her that vulnerability is not a weakness, but a strength.
In addition to her music, Taylor herself was an incredible source of inspiration for Ann. Her steadfastness, determination and unwavering commitment to her work have left an indelible mark on her heart. She showed her that success does not come without hard work and self-sacrifice, and that even in the face of adversity it is possible to rise above and achieve greatness.
Taylor's willingness to use her fame to defend important cases and defend justice further strengthened admiration for her. She has used her fame and influence to support numerous charities, advocate for equal rights, and speak out against injustice. Her desire to make the world a better place reflects her sincere character and unwavering desire to have a positive impact.
Over the years, Taylor's music has evolved along with her own growth. From the country tunes of her early years to the sophisticated pop anthems of today, her artistic evolution has never ceased to amaze Ann. With each new album, she pushes boundaries, experiments with new sounds and tells stories that resonate with people from all walks of life.
It's impossible to mention Taylor Swift without acknowledging the incredible connection she has made with her fans. The loyalty and dedication of the Swiftie community is a testament to the genuine connection she has established with her audience. Through meetings and greetings, unexpected visits and personal communication, she made her fans feel that they were seen, heard and loved. This interaction has created a sense of belonging and community unparalleled in the music industry.
She was a constant presence, a guiding star in times of darkness and an inspiration to fearlessly pursue dreams. Her music was the soundtrack to life, giving comfort, strength and hope in both the best and the worst times. Ann has often wondered how infinitely grateful I am to her for her artistry, sincerity and the immeasurable influence she has had on her life.
And now, with a smile on her face, Ann was running all over the big apartment, shouting lines from Taylor's songs. This apartment was located in Monaco and was the temporary home of her and her boyfriend, F1 racer Charles Leclerc, when he was in his homeland.
For a moment, Ann felt like the girl she was ten years ago. To this day, she remains a devoted fan of Taylor Swift and dreamed of attending her concert. As a child, her parents did not have enough money to provide their daughter with a ticket to her dream, and so Ann gathered with her friends in the house and they watched videos of concerts and imagined themselves right there. Right in the midst of a beautiful crowd, among people who are connected by a strong thread with Miss Taylor's music.
Unable to contain her euphoria, Ann found herself overwhelmed with energy. She began to move almost in a dance rhythm, running from room to room, looking around the apartment with childish enthusiasm. Walking through the marble corridors, she couldn't help but hum lines from one of her favorite songs, Taylor Swift's hit "Shake it Off".
"Hey, hey, hey," Ann sang playfully, and her voice echoed in the walls, "just think, while you've been gettin' down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world, you could've been gettin' down to this sick bit."
A smile danced on Ann's lips as she continued her impromptu performance. She whirled around the spacious living room, the light reflecting off the polished floor, creating an ethereal glow. With each turn, she displayed a carefree demeanor, reflecting the lyrics of a song that glorified getting rid of negativity and accepting positivity.
Heading into the kitchen, Ann playfully grabbed a wooden spoon, using it as an imaginary microphone. "My ex-man brought his new girlfriend, she's like, "Oh my God!" but I'm just gonna shake and to the fella over there with the hella good hair won't you come on over, baby? we can shake, shake, shake," she sang passionately, imitating Taylor Swift's infectious charm. The melody and words perfectly combined with the infectious energy flowing through her veins.
With each room she passed, Ann's enthusiasm seemed to grow exponentially. The bright lyrics of "Shake it Off" filled the apartment, her voice echoing off the elegant walls. It was as if the very essence of the song merged with the wealth and beauty of Charles' home in Monaco. It was a moment of complete freedom when Ann showed her true self without any inhibitions.
Minutes turned into hours, and eventually Ann found herself in the master bedroom, where she completed her impromptu performance. Standing at the open doors of the balcony overlooking the azure waters of the Mediterranean Sea, she sang the last lines of the chorus, there was a sense of triumph in her voice: "Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play and the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off, I shake it off hoo-hoo-hoo"
As the last notes of Ann floated away into the blissful air, she felt a pair of arms hug her from behind. Charles, her beloved boyfriend, was standing there with a big smile, his eyes full of adoration. He calmly watched her exciting manifestation of joy and freedom, his heart was overflowing with love for the woman who brought bright colors to his world.
With a gentle kiss on the cheek, Charles joined Ann, appreciating the moment. Together they stood on the balcony, admiring the breathtaking view, secretly hoping that life would always be as harmonious and joyful as Ann's impromptu serenade in the heart of Monaco. Charles slowly put his hands on Anne's waist and pulled her closer to him.
"How would you like to go to Taylor's concert in the near future? I've seen the announcement of her new tour on Instagram and I'm sure she'll be glad to see such a devoted and such a beautiful fan."
Charles smiled sweetly and waited for his girlfriend's answer.
Anne's eyes widened in surprise and she turned to face Charles.
"What? Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. We'll buy you some sequinned dress, make bracelets and break your voice on the show. What do you think about it?"
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pairings: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader(but name in fic Ann); charles leclerc x ex-girlfriend.
summary: the most difficult breaking is when you and her love each other, but the decision can no longer be changed.
warning: break up, hurt/comfort, sad, a little bit social media au.
song to read: you're losing me - taylor swift.
note: this is just my understanding of how a girl can act when parting. In your thoughts it may be different, but this is a story with my fantasy fiction and therefore, I ask you to treat it with understanding.
It was too painful to write, I feel very bad about parting with people I once loved.
Charles Leclerc was sitting on the bed, looking at a photograph of him and his girlfriend Ann standing on the bedside table. The weight of the impending decision weighed heavily on his heart. But he understood that there was no other way out. That if he didn't tell her right now, he wouldn't be able to later. Then this belated conversation can aggravate the situation and make it much worse for both her and him. Charles took the photo in his hands and took the picture out of the frame. He smiled sadly as soon as his eyes met the girl in the photo. Ann. She was always there for him and gave him sincere love. She provided him with such necessary support, gave him the opportunity to feel needed.
Charles involuntarily thought about the day when this photo was taken. It seems that it was the first time she came to a family dinner in his family. Ann immediately liked his mother and brothers, which made the racer very happy. And how can someone not like such a girl?
Charles really loved her. He loved her with all his heart.
But now his heart is asking him to let her go.
The world-famous Formula 1 racer, determined to succeed in his career, knew that sacrifices were inevitable, but he never imagined that he would have to choose between career and love.
He was so eager to become a professional driver, did everything to make his dream come true. He could stay up all night thinking about how to improve the car, he trained until he lost consciousness, he squeezed everything out of himself to succeed. But how can you live without love in our cruel world?
He dreamed of returning home after a hard workout, spending time with his beloved and telling about the past day at the racetrack. He dreamed of seeing his girlfriend in the paddock, she would be wearing his trademark cap and would glow with happiness when he crossed the finish line in the top three. He dreamed of celebrating victory until morning and knowing that his sleeping beauty was waiting for him at home.
He got it and now he will lose it of his own free will. Funny, isn't it? When you love a person and when he loves you, you don't give up on him. But this time it's different.
Ann walked slowly into the room, noticing the thoughtful expression on Charles' face and their shared photo in her hands. A certain anxiety and misunderstanding of the whole situation filled her eyes as she walked towards him.
"Honey, what's wrong? I don't recognize you lately. Are you okay?"
Charles took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. It turned out pretty damn bad. He couldn't bring himself to say those terrible words.
"Ann, we need to talk. Please sit down."
Ann sat down next to him, her hand gently touching his arm.
"Of course, Charles. What is it?"
He gently stroked her fingers with his own, finding solace in her touch before breaking the news that would destroy her in just a couple of seconds. And, it is unlikely that he will ever be able to touch her like that again.
"I... I think we should break up."
Ann's eyes widened in disbelief, she let out a nervous laugh and muttered.
"Break up? Charles, are you kidding? I don't really feel like laughing."
Charles plucked up the courage to look into her eyes, his own eyes were full of uncharacteristic sadness, because at any other time his eyes were filled with a mischievous sparkle.
"No, Ann, I'm not kidding. Damn it."
Charles exhaled heavily and bit his lower lip.
"What... What did I do wrong, Charles Leclerc?"
"It's not about you. It's about me and my career. Formula 1 requires a huge level of dedication, and also requires me to always be focused and ready for any turns. I'm not able to properly combine common sense on the track and feelings for you. I just... not worthy of you, you know? I want to spend more time with you so that we can be a normal couple like everyone else, go on frequent dates, stay up all night, dance until morning, but I can't. I'm sorry, but my decision is well thought out and I won't change it."
Ann's voice was shaking with pain. She couldn't believe it would end like this. That he had told her in plain text that she meant nothing to him. That he chooses himself, not them, or even her.
"So you prefer the race to me, right?"
Charles tightened his grip on her hand, his heart clenched in pain from the decision he had made.
"I don't want to lose you, Ann. But I can't ignore the pressure to perform, to constantly give my best on the track. I never wanted this, honey. I never meant to hurt you. But our careers, our aspirations pull us in different directions. The demanding nature of my profession and constant travel do not allow me to give you the time and attention you deserve."
Tears were still gathering in the corners of Ann's eyes as she hurriedly removed her hand from Charles' palm.
"You're losing me, Leclerc. As soon as I started this conversation. If you can't handle everything, then I don't think you really needed me. I thought we could support each other, Charles. I believed that we could handle this together. But it looks like it was all in vain."
Charles swallowed noisily and shouted nervously.
"Ann, our love is sincere and strong, but the reality of my profession is inexorable. Constant travel, intense training, demands on my time... it would be unfair to ask you to wait for me, to put your life on pause."
Charles paused, his voice choked with emotion, and Ann was silent, still trying to be strong.
There was emptiness inside.
With a heavy sigh, he gathered his thoughts and continued: "I don't want to keep you from your dreams, from the opportunities that lie ahead of you. You deserve someone who can be there for you, who can give you the love and support you need. And right now I can't be that person, no matter how much I want to be."
He automatically took Anne's slightly trembling hands in his again, squeezing them to comfort her. To comfort not only her, but also myself.
"Please understand that this decision is also tearing me apart. It's not because I don't love you, but because I love you enough to know it's the right thing to do. We both deserve real happiness and satisfaction, even if it means that our paths diverge."
Ann nodded, trying to smile as sincerely as possible. She knew she couldn't change Charles's mind, but she couldn't not defend her honor. Finally, she abruptly pushed Charles's hands off her own, causing him to round his eyes in surprise and said.
"If this is what you really think is best for your career, Charles, then I won't stand in your way. I hope that you will achieve the success you are striving for. Good luck.
Ann got out of bed and went to the closet to pack her things.
"Ann..."
Charles stood behind her and wanted to hold out his hand to calm her down.
"Silence, Leclerc. Silence. Let me pack my things and get out of your house. And out of your life. I will remain in it only in memories. As your friend said... Daniel, I think his name is. No regrets, only memories. Right. "
Ann's voice traitorously broke from nervous overstrain, which made both her and Charles start in fright.
When Charles reluctantly let Ann go, he couldn't help but wonder if the price he had paid was too high and if success on the racetrack would ever bring him the same joy and happiness that Ann had once brought.
Ann left an hour after their conversation. It took Charles a long time to get used to the idea that she would not come back.
Everything reminds him of her.
Everything reminds her of him.
As soon as Ann got to her apartment, she didn't cry or break the dishes. She went to her Instagram, deleted all joint photos with Charles from her profile and posted a post with a single phrase.
hahaitsann
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hahaitsann my heart won't start anymore for you
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arianagrande: babe are u ok?
⇾hahaitsann: happier than ever
carlossainz55: fck. ann you're alright?
⇾ hahaitsann: of course, ca, don't worry:)
danielricciardo: ann are you home? I will come now.
⇾ hahaitsann: ouuh. no need, dan, tysm.
kellypiquet: girl I'm here
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charles_leclerc i can't find a pulse.
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landonorris: you guys are scaring me, what happened?
⇾ charles_leclerc: nothing just an incident
carlossainz55: charles, can you go to direct and answer me?
fancharles1: WHA-A-AT
⇾ carlossainz55: same reaction mate
sofiestay: I hope you're all right, Charles.
lec16lerc: god what happened?
16charlec: did you and Ann break up?
⇾ janerttb: I think yes, they both don't have pictures in their profiles together. Did you see Ann's post?
⇾ 16charlec: no. but. wtf.
So that's what was supposed to happen. It hurts, yes. But you have to be a strong girl.
As the night grew late and the music filled the air, the Formula 1 drivers, friends of Lando Norris, found themselves in a swirling frenzy of laughter and celebration... The house was bustling with energy, as guests milled about, engaging in lively conversations and reveling in the festive atmosphere. However, amidst all the excitement, something seemed amiss - Lando Norris was nowhere to be found.
His friends, curious and concerned, embarked on a mission to locate their enigmatic friend. They traversed through the rooms, checking behind every piece of furniture and searching high and low. But no matter where they looked, Lando was nowhere in sight. The more they searched, the more perplexed they became. Where could he possibly be hiding?
Finally, after an exhaustive search, they stumbled upon a cozy living room awash in dimly lit ambiance. There, lying on the couch, dolled up in a blanket, was Lando Norris himself. To their surprise, he was not alone - his girlfriend y/n was curled up beside him, both of them lost in a peaceful slumber.
As the group gathered around, softly chuckling at the sight, Lando slowly opened his eyes. Blinking away the sleepiness, he motioned for his friends to be quiet and whispered, "Shh, leave her be. She's tired, let her sleep."
His friends, amused and touched by his protectiveness, shared quizzical smiles amongst themselves. Carlos whispered back, "Lando, the party is still going on. Why don't you bring her to another room or wake her up to join us?"
Lando, slightly exasperated but still mindful of his sleeping girlfriend, replied in a hushed tone, "Nah, she needs this rest. We had a long day. I'll join you all in a bit, promise."
Just then, as if cued by the conversation, y/n stirred in her sleep, the murmurs of their whispers rousing her gently. She blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the soft glow of the room. But before she could fully awaken, Lando leaned over and whispered soothingly, "It's alright, love. Go back to sleep. I'll be right here with you."
With a drowsy smile, Y/n nestled her head against Lando's chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. Contentment washed over her, and she soon drifted back into a peaceful slumber. Lando pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and held her tighter, his eyes closing once again.
And so, amidst the chaotic festivities, Lando and his girlfriend y/n found solace in the quietness of the couch. Their friends, though amused by the scene before them, understood the significance of their uninterrupted rest. With a knowing nod, they tiptoed away, leaving the couple to find respite in each other's arms.
As the party raged on, Lando and Y/n remained cocooned in their own little world, embracing the tranquility that only sleep could bring. And while the laughter and revelry continued, their love prevailed, a silent reminder that sometimes, amidst the chaos, all one needs is a moment of undisturbed rest and the comfort of a loved one's presence.
Evening. It's about seven, and you're still studying. The thing is that it was on this day that the art teacher decided to fill you up with educational materials and a new theory that will need to be passed very soon on his test. Sitting comfortably in the library, you have always liked the dim atmosphere of this special corner of the university; the smell of books, the peaceful silence, occasionally interrupted by the barely audible whisper of a random visitor - all this was one of the most pleasant sensations you have ever experienced – you tried to concentrate on the papers, but impatience to sit still became quite problematic. After all, today your man has to return home after long separation. For six months you communicated with him via video link, told each other various news that happened to each of you, laughed from awkward situations and tried not to go crazy with longing. And precisely because of his arrival, it was difficult to concentrate on textbooks and notes. I wanted to escape, to be in the ring of his strong arms and press my cheek to my chest, intending to hear his breath knocked down, from the joy of meeting. Then, reach for his slightly parted lips, feel a warm palm on your waist and..
"So, concentrate," shaking your head, you furrowed your eyebrows and with great zeal clutched the document in your hands with your eyes. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you will go to him."
"Girl, can I help you?" a pleasant male voice sounded in your ear, but you didn't attach any importance to it, just waved it away.
"No, thanks, I'll manage on my own."
"Even after six months, you still continue to do everything yourself, honey."
Turning around sharply, you encounter the gaze of your native brown eyes and, with a quiet squeal, jump up from your seat and throw yourself on your lover's neck. He laughs softly and hugs you to him, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. Embracing, in your opinion, the most beautiful face with small palms, you left a few kisses on your cheeks, forehead, lips. Of course he missed me too. Madly. You were his first thought in the morning and his last before going to bed. Each separation was too hard for both of you, but he couldn't leave his job, and you couldn't leave your studies.
"How did you come here?"
"Well, the security system here is unreliable. He said that he urgently needed to come to my girlfriend, who was supposed to come back again," pausing for a second, the brown–haired man cast a quick glance at his wristwatch, "about two hours ago. He thought that I was a modern Romeo and I was hurrying to my Juliet. Let me help you pack up and let's go home."
"B-but I can't... Certification..."
"I don't give a damn about this certification, I want to spend the rest of this day with you, and not watching you do paperwork, not me," with a dissatisfied snort, the man picks up your bag and carefully puts all your work materials in it. You folded your arms across your chest and watched his concentrated expression with a smile on your lips. When the packing was over, Sainz, without even standing on ceremony, quickly picked you up in his arms and put you on his shoulder, not forgetting to push the chair and take the bag.
"You're obviously tired, so let's go like this. I'm not waiting for consent," under your ringing laughter, he deftly left the library, and, saying goodbye to the guard, left the university at a brisk pace, heading for his car. The black Ferrari joyfully rang as soon as the brown-haired man pressed the open button. First, going to the passenger seat, he gently put you on it, fastened your seat belt and left a gentle kiss on your forehead. A few seconds later, he was already sitting in his seat and starting the car. You were overwhelmed with a feeling of tenderness and love for this person. You still didn't believe that he met on his way.
"Will I turn on the radio?" after waiting for your nod, the man made several movements and soon the car was filled with your fake singing.
To the applause of the supportive audience, Sebastian Vettel was preparing for another exciting Formula 1 race. Aiming for victory, he had high hopes for a successful day on the track. The training went more than well, the team took into account all the features of the track and corrected some details in the car, in qualifying he became second, which gave him a big advantage, and weather conditions allowed him to set a good time and get a place on the podium.
The satisfaction of a job well done remained inside him throughout this pre-race time, increasing his confidence in winning the upcoming Grand Prix. There was still time before it started, and therefore, Seb decided to spend these hours as productively and usefully as possible.
The mood was at its height, it could not but rejoice. He smiled at everyone who appeared on his way, was as friendly as possible and even signed the largest number of posters, caps and T-shirts for the last five Grand Prix.
Communicating with his fans, signing countless souvenirs and posing for photos, Vettel felt deeply grateful for their unwavering support. Their enthusiasm fueled his determination and lifted his spirits even more, encouraging him not to make the fans disappointed in him. The connection he shared with his fans reminded him of why he loved racing, and of the great joy they brought both to him and his followers.
With every autograph and light conversation, Vettel's expectation before the race grew. He knew that his performance during qualifying had laid a solid foundation, but he also understood that the real test was still ahead. The desire to turn his efforts into a victory intensified in him, and he mentally prepared for the challenges that awaited him on the track. The track is not easy, you need to combine speed and ride quality so as not to fly into the gravel.
When it came time to get into the car, Vettel's thoughts were filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. The realization that he has a great potential for victory, combined with the support of the fans, caused him such a pleasant, such a necessary adrenaline rush. He imagined with a sinking heart how he would be the first to cross the finish line, how he basked in the rays of glory, celebrated the victory with his team and, returning to the hotel room, rejoiced at the trophy with his beloved girlfriend y/n.
Y/n.
Y/n became everything to him. For him, she was not just a girl with whom he was in a relationship; she was his support, his soul, his personal happiness, his number 1 fan and the source of the greatest support.
Whenever Sebastian thought of y/n, a warm, tender feeling swept over his heart, making it beat much faster. Her bright smile was always in front of my eyes in difficult moments. Her eyes shone with love and understanding. She could always brighten up even the darkest and most terrible days.
He truly treasured every moment they spent together; every moment when their laughter echoed through the air, and their souls danced in perfect harmony.
Y/n's unwavering faith in Sebastian's abilities as a Formula 1 driver was one of the things that fueled his determination on the race track. He knew that before every race she would be very close, her unwavering support would be felt through the crowd. The thought that she was encouraging him from the outside, that her eyes were fixed on him with unshakable faith, filled him with a feeling of love and appreciation for this girl.
In those precious minutes before the race, when tension and adrenaline coursed through his veins, Sebastian closed his eyes and imagined y/n's face. He could almost feel her gentle touch, her fingers gently touching his cheek, whispering words of encouragement that resonated deep in his soul. It was as if she was next to him, her presence enveloped him in a cocoon of love and tranquility.
"You'll do fine, Seb. I'm here and I love you more than life."
It seems that this time the nerves are seriously making themselves felt, since he even imagines her voice. The Ferrari driver shook his head slightly, as if bringing himself to his senses. But then the voice of the racing engineer was heard.
"y/n asked for headphones to wish you good luck, we couldn't refuse her. "
"So it didn't seem like it..."
" What?"
"Nothing. Can you hear me?"
"It's okay. We are ready to win."
"Ready."
However, fate had other plans for the famous racer.
From the moment the lights went out, which marked the start of the race, it became obvious that this time the Grand Prix would not go according to one pre-conceived scenario with Sebastian.
Almost at the very beginning there was a series of annoying incidents, because of which he noticeably lagged behind in the race. The car's engine struggled with all its might, trying not to let the driver down, and his skillful maneuvers met the resistance of opponents. With each lap passed, the dream of a satisfactory finish slipped further away. The dream of a happy y/n was slipping further and further away.
When the race reached its climax and there were only a few laps left, Sebastian's car collided with another driver. The impact was strong, forcing the German to lose control of the car and crash into the fence. This seemingly insignificant collision was enough for his car to go off the track.
This incident was the last blow in an already disappointing race for Sebastian.
He groaned loudly in frustration and closed his eyes.
Racing engineer: "Sebastian, are you okay?"
Vettel: (Breathing heavily) "I'm fine, but the car got hit. Can you hear me?"
Racing engineer: "Sebastian, we hear you loud and clear. Are you sure you're okay? It was a strong blow. Stay calm, help is on the way."
Vettel: "I'm a little shaken up, but physically I'm fine, apart from a couple of minor scratches. The car is damaged, I was very unwound."
Racing Engineer: "Glad to hear you're okay, Seb. This is the most important thing. We'll check on you as soon as possible. Now let's assess the damage to the car. Do you see any serious problems?"
Vettel: "The front wing is completely missing, and the suspension on the right side is damaged. I can't move the car right now."
Racing Engineer: "OK, Seb. Stay put and the rescue team will arrive to you soon. We will assess the damage and see if the car can be repaired. Remember, safety comes first. We'll get you back on track as soon as we can."
“Damn, these conversations only make it worse. I immediately imagine myself as a small child being scolded for disobedience,” Sebastian thought and took off his gloves first, and then his helmet.
Rescuers arrived quickly enough. They helped him out, and later took care of the car.
Soon Sebastian was standing in the paddock and watching the engineers work. It was clear to him that he would not return to the race, but a tiny, very small hope still glimmered in his soul.
The team leader saw his thoughtfulness and came up behind him, lightly slapping him on the shoulder.
"The car was seriously damaged and it cannot be repaired in this race. We're going to have to drop out of the race, Sebastian. I'm sorry."
"I'm disappointed, but I understand. It happens in races and it's a miracle that no one was injured."
"Of course, Seb. Races can be unpredictable, and accidents can happen. It is important that you are safe and we will analyze what happened to prevent similar incidents in the future."
"Yes, you're right. I'll take it as an experience and come back even stronger. Thank you for your support."
"That's right, Seb! We are always here to support you. Take the time to relax and regroup. We will review the data again and discuss it with the team.
"I always appreciate the efforts and dedication of the team. Let's keep moving forward and strive for better results next time."
"Of course, Seb. We believe in you. Keep your head up and remember: every challenge is an opportunity for growth.
The man was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and slapped his forehead.
'I completely forgot, y/n is waiting for you at the medical center, she was very nervous about your accident."
Sebastian's heart skipped a beat.
He took off abruptly and ran to the medical center as fast as he could. He needed to see y/n right now. The withdrawal from the race instantly faded into the background.
His mind was filled with a mixture of emotions—fear, guilt, and a desperate need to comfort his girlfriend. He replayed the accident over and over in his head, wanting to turn back time and prevent it. In a split second, Sebastian lost control of his car, unable to avoid a collision with the fence. He was shocked by the blow, feeling the weight of disappointment grow.
Right now, he wasn't thinking about anything but y/n. The rider's heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Y/n could barely stand on her feet when she saw the incident with Seb with her own eyes. She felt a surge of anxiety and fear, knowing that Sebastian's safety was paramount. Her hands trembled slightly, and she instinctively clutched the cold metal railing. Deep down, she knew that accidents are an inherent risk in sports, but personally watching this was probably the most terrible experience of her life.
Y/n's heart ached for Sebastian, knowing how much he had invested in the race. She wanted to offer him support and comfort at this moment, but knowing that he needed space to process his emotions changed her mind. The girl understood the difficulties of this sport and was ready to overcome the ups and downs with her beloved.
Seeing Sebastian being helped out of the car, y/n staggered violently, causing the others present to be horrified. She had had to deal with similar experiences before, but lately her morale left much to be desired.
"y/n, are you, are you okay?"
"I'm not feeling well..."
"Take her to the infirmary immediately. Apparently, she was too upset because of Seb," the lead engineer said decisively, and a nearby guy gently took y/n by the elbow, leading her to the nurse on duty.
The kind woman measured all the data she needed and recommended y/n to be less nervous so as not to ruin her health.
Y/n barely refrained from answering her: "Try to be less nervous yourself when you dating Sebastian, damn it, Vettel"
"Just sit here for another ten minutes so I can make sure you're okay, okay, miss?"
"Yes, of course."
The silence and peace of the room was abruptly interrupted by the opening of the door. Sebastian arrived at the first aid station, breathing heavily after a fast and intense run. His eyes scanned the room with lightning speed until they settled on y/n, sitting on a stretcher, accompanied by medical staff.
Y/n raised her head, her face pale and full of worry. As soon as their eyes met, Sebastian's anxiety evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief. She's fine. Not unconscious, anyway.
Seb sighed and carefully approached his beloved, hugging her as gently as he could.
He nuzzled her neck, inhaled her native scent, and for a moment felt at home.
Y/n was the whole world to him and he wanted to keep this world.
"Hush, my love. It's all good. Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, apart from leaving the race, how do you feel?"
"It's okay, it's just that someone made me a little nervous. "
Sebastian chuckled softly. Even in such a situation, his y/n knew how to keep a sense of humor.
"Let's go to the hotel. We need to take a break from the events of today." Vettel said and, without waiting for an answer, took y/n in his arms, not forgetting to thank her and say goodbye to the nurse.
***
As soon as Sebastian and y/n crossed the threshold of their hotel room, Seb exhaled wearily and, leaning his back against the door, rolled down it.
Y/n smiled sadly and squatted down. She reached out and gently stroked Sebastian's cheek, then bent down and covered his lips with her own in a light kiss.
"You definitely need a shower, Mr. Vettel. Come on, I'll help you. Come on, get up, my champion."
Sebastian smiled weakly, but obediently got up from his seat and wandered towards the bathroom.
While he was taking off his racing suit, y/n had already managed to change into a swimsuit and prepare soap accessories.
He slowly made his way to the shower stall, allowing himself some time alone to collect his thoughts. The piercing jets of water flowing out of the shower head beckoned him, promising comfort to his tired body and mind.
Seeing her boyfriend standing under the falling water, y/n felt that he needed something more than just physical relief. She cautiously entered the bathroom and approached him, her presence bringing a soothing calm to the room. Cautiously approaching closer, y/n reached out and ran her fingertips through Sebastian's wet hair, massaging his scalp with gentle love and care. Then she washed off the foam and moved to her back, kneading the hard muscles with her tiny palms.
Sebastian closed his eyes, feeling his tension melt away as y/n continued to work her magic. The warmth of the water combined with y/n's attentive touch created a safe harbor for him, allowing him to get rid of the pressure of an unsuccessful race. He sighed contentedly, feeling the tension dissolve with each passing moment.
As the water dripped down his face, Sebastian turned to y/n and his eyes finally met hers. A deep feeling of gratitude filled his heart, and he whispered softly:
"Thank you, my love. Your presence and your touch bring me unspeakable comfort. I do not know what I would do without you."
Y/n smiled warmly, her eyes shining with love and admiration. She replied:
"Seb, you are a real warrior on the race track, but even warriors need time to do great things again. I'm here to support you in every way possible. Let the water purify not only your body, but also your mind. I'm here with you. And I will always be there when you need me, my love "
Feeling an overwhelming feeling of love and understanding, Sebastian wrapped y/n in a gentle, but no less wet embrace. He closed his eyes, cherishing their bond as the water continued to wash away the remnants of the race, leaving him rested and ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. At that moment, he realized that he had found the greatest reward in her face.
When the shower was over, y/n handed Sebastian a snow-white towel, which he wrapped around his thighs, after which she changed into drier and homey clothes.
Vettel himself did not keep himself waiting, after a few minutes he was sitting on their bed dressed in a T-shirt and shorts.
"Honey... Can we lie down together for a while?" Seb asked a little awkwardly, even though it was the last thing that would make him embarrassed.
" Of course, Seb." Y/n smiled warmly and, after taking a few steps, settled comfortably on the bed.
Sebastian smiled gratefully and settled comfortably on her chest, listening to the measured heartbeat.
The girl gently stroked his hair, lightly massaged the scalp, relieving all the tension accumulated during the day.
"I'm proud of you, Sebastian Vettel. No matter what defeats, no matter what setbacks, you will always be number one for me. It's just a bump on the road and you'll be back on track much stronger than you were before. You gave it your all. We all have days when things don't go according to plan, but that doesn't detract from your talent and skill. In my eyes, you will always be a champion. I love you more than life, Seb."
As if putting a big and important point in her words, y/n smiles and kisses Sebastian on the forehead.
They have each other, which means they will cope with all difficulties together.
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Max Verstappen was standing in his kitchen and patiently waiting for the arrival of his girlfriend, Ashlyn Skyler. They agreed to meet in the kitchen about half an hour ago, but Ash still did not come, apparently, she was delayed again, doing her job or she was too caught up in the plot of the series. Max was already bored. Although, probably not, because he found a racing magazine on one of the bookshelves and decided to read it, since there was no time before that. Max lazily leafed through the pages of the magazine and involuntarily thought about the fact that there were indecently many photos and congratulations on the next Grand Prix.
Max grinned and thought: "Who says I'm decent?"
Apparently, at this time, his personal imp took over the management.
A couple in love decided to spend one of the rare evenings together cooking pasta – a wonderful dish of Italian origin.
Finally, when the door swung open and Ashlyn entered the room, Max smiled happily and put down the magazine, waiting for the girl to take a position next to him. But Ash picked up her phone and, clearing her throat, pretended to have a microphone in her hands.
"So, there is a cooking show on the air called: "Max Verstappen is trying to cook." Here is the main character of the show himself. Meet the audience, a damn beautiful and inimitable Formula 1 racer - Max Verstappen and a great host of the show – Ash Skyler."
Watching the whole show unfolding, Max somehow restrained laughter and hardly kept a focused face, continuing to listen to his beloved girl. She didn't take off her reading glasses, which made her look even funnier and cuter.
"Mr. Verstappen, say a few words to our TV channel, please!" said Skyler and put her phone to her boyfriend's mouth.
Max thought only for a couple of seconds, after which he cleared his throat and spoke into the "microphone".
"Okay, I'll say a few words." Max smiled slyly and said. "If we don't start cooking right now, then I'll have to put the host of the show, Miss Skyler, on the table and eat her instead of the future pasta that we wanted to cook with her." He grinned and kissed Ashlyn on the forehead, after which he went to the faucet to wash his hands.
The girl blushed slightly, because the mind painted a very piquant picture. As soon as she tried to think of something else, Max immediately made her laugh.
"And anyway, what an injustice, Miss Skyler, I can cook!"
"Mmm. Yeah. I agree with you, honey. More precisely, I agree with you, Mr. Verstappen, you are excellent in everything. Well. Shall we begin?"
"It's much nicer to hear you say "honey", and not "Mr. Verstappen", I feel like I'm at some event where I need to be a very important person," Max teased Ashlyn, after which he decided to apologize and said. "Before we start, I'll have to perform a little ritual. Come to me, honey," Max said and opened his arms for hugs, beckoned to his beloved with a gesture.
She could not resist the charm of her man and immediately went to the meeting, clinging tightly to his strong body. Her hands fell smoothly on his back, shoulders. Pulling back a little, she looks into the beloved eyes opposite her and rises on her toes to kiss Max. He does not let her touch his lips with his and mockingly pulls away, which is why Ashlyn pouts her lips with displeasure.
"Don't you want to kiss me, Verstappen?"
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm laughing, Ashley. You're very cute when you're angry, you know that?" Max said and took her chin in one hand, making her look into his eyes.
God, every time she drowned in his beautiful eyes. Those eyes always looked at her with tenderness and love, no one had looked at her like that before. Ash sometimes even jokes that she fell in love with Max just because of his eyes. After all, it was them she saw for the first time, when Max had not yet taken off his helmet on their first day of acquaintance.
"I'm not angry. I'm outraged! Max Emilian Verstappen, let me go now!"
Seeing that Ashlyn still continues to make humorous attempts to get out of the arms of her beloved, Verstappen grins in his playful manner and hurries to kiss her to finally force her to stay in his arms. The girl, of course, cannot resist the lips of her beloved and responds to the kiss.
"Still want to leave, my princess?"
"Let's leave the kisses and hugs for the evening, because otherwise, we won't have anything to eat, sweet," Ash smiled and ran her palms over the racer's back. She immediately felt his muscles tighten, causing a smug smile to grace her face. He obviously liked the kiss. She left a kiss on Verstappen's cheek for the last time and hurried back to cooking.
"Stop stop stop! Wait, I forgot a very important point!"
Ashlyn suddenly stopped and hurried to grab her phone. She did not turn on the camera on purpose, so as not to spoil such a homely and intimate moment with the camera at the same time and so as not to embarrass Max, who already sees lenses aimed at him almost in nightmares. Ashlyn takes a jar of tomato sauce and puts it on the table, right in front of them, now it's not just a jar, but a phone stand. She put her iPhone down so that it seemed to be filming and returned to Max.
"That's it. Now it's definitely done." she muttered a little embarrassed and smiled at her boyfriend. "Let's continue!"
She turned into the host of a cooking show with an imaginary film crew and a fictitious audience.
Max couldn't help but laugh at her playful enthusiasm. Wow, how did she come up with this? It was clear that Ashlyn wanted to make this culinary experience unforgettable.
With a twinkle in her eyes, she handed Max a neatly folded apron and directed him to the kitchen faucet, because this high-speed racer still hadn't washed his hands before cooking!
Max put down the "gift" and began to wash his hands thoroughly with soap. Then, he began to put on an apron. After removing the packaging from the apron, Verstappen opened it to see the drawing, and as soon as he saw what was drawn there, he immediately laughed.
"Darling, only you could give me an apron with a picture of my faces and victory trophies, I'm thrilled."
Ashlyn had her back to him, but it was impossible not to recognize her playful tone.
"This is my best purchase all year, champion. I'm glad you liked it. "
As the host of the show, Ashlyn began explaining the recipe step by step, as they do on cooking shows.
"So, together with my star guest, we will cook pasta with my favorite sauce. I really like to add cheese there, but it's a matter of everyone's taste. Do you remember how we made the dough first, and then the noodles themselves, sweet?"
"Yes, I remember. All our clothes had to be sent to the dry cleaners immediately because they were in flour."
"It's because someone is acting just like a little kid!"
"Are you telling your viewers about yourself?" Max grinned and nodded at the phone screen turned off.
"Wha-a-at?? Not about myself! You started it first! He smeared me all over with flour and I had to defend myself!"
Max leaned against the counter and folded his arms across his chest.
"Yes!" Ash exclaimed in despair and involuntarily laughed, remembering the day when they decided to cook pasta themselves.
It was a very fun day, which ended with the fact that they could not make pasta and they decided to trust the professionals and ordered the delivery of Italian food.
"This time we will use ready-made pasta, because the previous experience was slightly unsuccessful"
"Actually, we almost succeeded. It only needed a little..."
Tying her apron securely around her waist, Ashlyn tapped the wooden spoon on the countertop, attracting Max's attention.
"I needed a lot of concentration and less kissing. Little lion cub, get distracted now, and fill the pot with water."
"Little?" Max grinned.
"Good, good, big lion cub. Don't get distracted!"
"Okay, honey."
Max obediently took a large saucepan and poured the required amount of water into it.
When the water boiled, Ashlyn added a generous pinch of salt.
"This is very important," she said with mock seriousness. "We want our pasta to be perfectly seasoned."
Max nodded, appreciating Ashlyn's attention to detail.
While the pasta was cooking, Ashlyn busied herself with making the sauce. She sliced fresh basil leaves, spreading their bright aroma in the kitchen. Max, always an attentive sous chef, watched Ashlyn with admiration. Taking out a chopper, Ash put chopped basil leaves and garlic in there. Then I poured the resulting mass into a bowl and finally it was the turn of the tomato sauce.
Only he was nowhere to be found.
"Oh, Max. Have you seen the tomato sauce?" Ash scratched her head thoughtfully and tried to remember where she had put this jar.
"No, baby, I haven't seen him. Were you sure he was in our kitchen?"
"Yes, I'm sure of it! Without it, the pasta won't turn out the way I wanted!" Ashlyn visibly became sad and looked at Max with her big gray eyes.
"Hey, hey, sweetheart, don't worry! I'm going to find him now, since you say he's somewhere nearby," Max walked up to Ashlyn and kissed her on the top of her head, after which he began to look for this jar of sauce.
It took about twenty minutes, and the search was unsuccessful. Max grabbed his head and began to think which would be faster: order the delivery of the sauce or go for it personally? Considering how fast he is at the racetrack, maybe it will work out...
At this moment, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a notification coming. Ash was texted by her mom and she moved away from her seat to pick up the phone and answer her. But what was her surprise when she saw a jar of sauce.
"Oh my God, Max! I found him! He's been hiding behind my phone all this time!" Ashley exclaimed and jumped on the spot with joy.
"Wow, finally! I'm glad the sauce was found. Do we have to put the pasta on plates and pour the sauce over it?"
"Yes, my champion. I'll do the pasta, and you wash the vegetables and cut them. Can you handle it? They need to be handled carefully, and not driven at full speed, as you like to do on the track!" Skyler laughed, clearly pleased with her own joke.
Of course I can handle it, my little star. Hahaha, I'm disappointed, because I wanted to do something in the style of Max Verstappen." Max laughed too.
Humming a tune from his favorite song, Max washed vegetables and cut them into small pieces. After all, proper nutrition is an important key to success, he knew it well.
When the timer beeped, signaling that the pasta was ready, Ashlyn carefully drained them, leaving a small amount of starchy water from cooking. She explained, "We will use some of this water to create a sauce that will perfectly cover the pasta."
Max watched in fascination as Ashlyn mixed cooked pasta, pre-grated cheese, sliced basil and some cooking water in a large bowl. She mixed the ingredients, the steam rose up and filled the kitchen with irresistible aromas.
"Mmm... How delicious it smells. It smells damn good." Max said, inhaling the aroma of freshly cooked food with delight.
"Yes, we did our best. Put the plates on the table, and I'll get the cutlery now," Ash asked, and when Max bent down to pick up the plates, she gently kissed him on the cheek.
"You are the best man in my life, Max Verstappen"
The racer smiled contentedly and still put the plates on the table.
Ash did not keep herself waiting and put the fork next to herself and Max, sat down opposite her beloved.
"Well, are we trying our masterpiece? Oh, my God, no! Dear viewers, our show is over," Ash shouted into the void, causing Max to laugh out loud. "That's it, now we can eat."
Ashlyn began to eat pasta, and Max was still in no hurry to pick up a fork. He looked at his girlfriend and thought for a moment.
Ashlyn, with her warm brown eyes and beaming smile, has always been Max's mainstay both on and off the track. She was his biggest fan, cheering him on from the sidelines at every race, giving him unwavering love and understanding.
"You know, Ash," Max finally began. "I'm incredibly lucky to have you by my side," he said with special gratitude in his voice.
Ashlyn smiled and put down her fork and took his hand.
"And I'm just as lucky to be with such a purposeful and passionate person like you. Watching you succeed in your career is awe inspiring."
Max leaned back in his chair, keeping his eyes on Ashlyn.
"However, it wasn't always easy. The F1 world can be demanding and challenging. But you have been my anchor, giving me the stability and love I need. I appreciate you for that."
"Always, Max. I will always be by your side and will help you in any way I can, love."
"You are my biggest reward in life. No trophies and cups can compare with you, honey."
"Not even the world champion cup?" Skyler grinned and went back to the pasta.
"Hahahaha, even the world champion cup." Max declared with a grin and also began to eat their culinary creation.
Over plates of pasta, Max and Ashlyn recalled the moments that brought them closer, shared victories and occasional failures. They talked about the incredible adventure they found themselves in, which led them to travel around the world, plunging them into the exciting world of Formula 1.
In between eating pasta, they laughed, telling about the funny moments they encountered on their way: about the races that Max won, about dizzying overtaking and about their connection with Max's team and the entire Formula 1 community.
As the conversation progressed, they were reminded of the countless sacrifices they had made to preserve their relationship. Long-distance flights, separation during racing seasons and missed celebrations. Nevertheless, despite everything, their love remained unshakable.
The plate gradually emptied, and the pasta became less and less. Finally finished with the meal, Ash put their plates in the dishwasher and, turning around, immediately found herself in the strong arms of Verstappen. Ashlyn laughed as he lifted her into his arms and tightened her grip on his neck.
"Now let's go get some rest, my best cooking show host."
Note: the show, the host, the questions and answers to them were invented by me!!!
— Miss Skyler, Mr. Verstappen are you ready?
— I'm ready.
— Are you sure babe?
— Yes. This is our first interview together, but I'm sure it will go well, honey. – Ashlyn said and came closer to her boyfriend, straightened his tie, then stood on her toes and kissed him on the tip of his nose.
Max rolled his eyes and laughed, then pulled the girl to him, holding her by the waist.
— 3, 2, 1. Go! – The assistant shouted and opened the door that led to the host of the program.
Johnny. "Good evening, dear viewers! Today we have a special edition of our show, because we have one of the brightest couples of our time. Unsurpassed Formula 1 racer, Red Bull Racing team driver – Max Verstappen and his chosen one, model – Ashlyn Skyler!"
Max kissed Ashlyn on the top of her head once more and, smiling, led her to the right place. The audience burst into applause and enthusiastic shouts, because Max was not a frequent guest on such talk shows and it was really nice to see him, especially with a girl. First Ashlyn sat on the sofa, later Verstappen sat next to her, still keeping his hand on her waist.
Johnny. "Max, Ashlyn, we are glad to see you on our TV program called «Late Night Talking with Johnny Brooks.» I am her magnificent, simply the best and most wonderful host - Jonathan Brooks."
The audience laughed at how Johnny is proud of his position and the couple in love could not help smiling too.
Max. "Thank you for the invitation, Johnny we are glad to come here."
Ash. — "Yes, we are very glad to take part in your show."
Johnny. "First of all, Max, I want to congratulate you on your recent great performance at the Austrian Grand Prix. It was insanely good, you didn't leave any chances to your rivals."
Max. "Thank you, Jonathan. I knew I could win, and I won."
Johnny. "Oh my God, racers, tremble! Nothing will stop this guy!"
Ash. "I'm sure they already know that. Nothing will really stop him if he wants something. No one can compare with him in this. For me, no one can compare with him." Ashlyn said and smiled proudly looking at her beloved.
This particular trait in Max's character has always made her involuntarily amazed at how majestic he is. Verstappen himself was a little embarrassed and only hugged his girlfriend tighter.
Johnny. "Ha, ha, ha, I totally agree with you, Ashlyn. Will you tell us how you and Max met and how you decided to be together in general?"
Ashlyn took a deep breath and smiled even wider. She was allowed to familiarize herself with the questions so that she could prepare the answers in advance, but it was a little difficult to talk about this topic, since it was really personal. Max came to the rescue.
Max. "Hey, why Ashlyn and not me?" He asked and the whole hall burst out laughing.
Ash. "Everything is fine, dear, it's just that in your understanding it is very different from how I understand it. We met Max a few years ago at a party of our mutual friend Chris. First we met on the dance floor, someone had already had a few drinks, which made him bolder than before, and therefore invited me to get acquainted. The most ordinary acquaintance that led to the happiness that I have now."
Max. "And, by the way, she didn't want to get acquainted at first. Ashlyn said: "sorry, I'm not getting acquainted!" I had to persuade her for a long time and then ask Ashlyn's friend for her Instagram. The next day I wrote to her, invited her to have coffee. She, thank God, agreed and we met in a cafe. Then there were several more similar meetings, I invited Ashley to my races, she went to them, supported me as much as she could, and a little later I invited her to become my girlfriend.
Ash. "Oh, my God, I knew you'd tell me about this. Of course I was careful and prudent, because I didn't know anyone except Chris and a couple of other people. But soon I got to know Max better, he was very polite and attentive. We started chatting and realized that we have a lot of common interests. He really invited me to the races and I really enjoyed watching his progress. Gradually our friendship grew into something more."
Johnny. "And how do you cope with the attention of fans and journalists to your relationship? Does it interfere with your personal life?"
Max. "We have to get used to this hype, but we try not to let it affect our personal life. We understand that this is part of our job and we just try to remain ourselves. Attention to our relationship can sometimes be difficult, but we try not to worry about it and continue to cope with all the difficulties together."
Ash. "Yes, it can be difficult, but we both know that our personal life is most important. We try to keep our privacy and just enjoy the time that we have in between work."
Johnny. "Max, do you think your success in sports affects your personal life and your relationship with Ashlyn?"
Max. "I think that success in sports can really affect your personal life, but only if you don't find a balance between work and relationships. I am very grateful to Ashlyn for the fact that she always supports me and understands that my work requires a lot of time and effort. Because of this, we sometimes get upset, but we find minutes that we can spend together."
Johnny. "Ashlyn, what do you think about this?"
Ash. "My opinion: Max's success undoubtedly affects our lives, but I am always proud of him and his achievements. I know that his work is his passion, and I will always support him. No matter what."
Johnny. "Your couple can really be an example for others. And how do you perceive the support of your girlfriend, Ashlyn, during the races?"
Max. "Ashlyn is always by my side, she really supports me in all aspects of my life, not only in racing. She understands that Formula 1 is my passion and always supports me in all my endeavors. I really appreciate her support and she really helps me keep calm and confident that everything will be fine. I am really very happy that she is in my life."
Johnny. "It's great to hear that you have such a strong connection. Back to your F1 career, Max. You are very young, but you have already achieved great, no, huge successes in Formula 1. What is your attitude to this and how do you cope with the pressure exerted on you by detractors and rivals?"
Max. "Yes, I really started racing in Formula 1 at a very young age. But I've always dreamed of racing and have been passionate about motorsport since I was a kid. I am very grateful to my team and my family for their support, they have always believed in me. As for the pressure, I think it's part of the job. Pressure is always there in Formula 1, especially when you are in a team that expects you to win. But I try not to think about them too much. Instead, I concentrate on my work, train as hard as possible, and try to just enjoy the race, try to do everything possible to achieve success. I know that I am the best racer, and I think that every racer should think about himself that way, otherwise, he should be on the couch watching TV."
Johnny. "Great, Max! And how does your family support you along the way?"
Max. "My family is my main support. My father, Jos Verstappen, was a racing driver himself, so he understands what this means to me. He is always there to help and advise. My mom and sister are also very supportive of me, they are always there when I need them. My family is my inspiration. If Ashlyn has the opportunity to fly with me, then she takes the day off and follows me to the next Grand Prix. I am especially grateful to her for her support."
Johnny. "How do you both find time to study and relax together?"
Max. "We both have very busy schedules, but we try to find time for joint classes and recreation. We both love to travel and explore new places, so we often plan vacations and weekends together. We are also both fond of sports, so we often do together - play tennis, ride a bike or just walk in nature."
Ash. "Yes, and it is also important for us to have time for ourselves. We both understand that sometimes you just need to relax and go about your business. This helps us maintain balance and maintain healthy relationships."
Johnny. "Very interesting! Max, how do you feel about your numerous victories?"
Max. "Victories are always wonderful, but defeats are also a huge part of racing. I try to learn from every race, regardless of the result. It is important to stay positive and believe in yourself, believe that you have no equal. Defeats only motivate me to work even harder and strive for success."
Johnny. "Mate, what defeats are you talking about? You win one race after another!"
Johnny. "Finally, what are your plans for the future, as a couple and as individuals?"
Max. "Our main goal is to continue to develop and reach new heights. I want to continue my career in Formula 1 and continue to please my fans. Ashlyn also has her own ambitions in the modeling world, and I will always support her in this. We want to continue our life together, enjoying every moment and supporting each other."
Ash. "That's right, we both strive for personal growth and success. We want to create a happy and healthy family and continue our mutual support. We have a lot of plans for the future, and we are looking forward to making it all happen."
Johnny. "Well, I should wish you good luck! Our interview has come up. Thank you very much for giving such a sincere and heartfelt interview."
Max. "Thank you, Johnny, it was great."
Ash. "Thank you for the invitation, it was nice to talk to you."
— Stop! Interview is over!
— Thank God. You guys are great. It was a really good interview, Ashlyn, you're just beautiful.
— Yes. – Max pulled the girl to him and left a kiss on her lips. – Beauty. – He said and said goodbye to the presenter, went to the exit of the set.
As soon as Verstappen left the room, he put Ashlyn on his shoulder. The girl laughed and jokingly beat him with her hands, to which he hit her ass several times. People passed by who were curiously watching the current champion and his relationship with his beloved.
— Let's go home, my love. We should celebrate our victory.
— Is it really a victory?
— Of course. Sometimes it's harder to talk like this and answer various questions than driving 70 laps on the track.
