The garage was buzzing with life after the amazing qualifying session that Ferrari just had. You had ended up on pole with the fastest lap and your teammate, Charles Leclerc had ended up on second, but would be starting on 12th due to a grid penalty. You went to your drivers room to get change and go back to the hotel after the exhausting day.
After getting changed, the sound of knocking on your door resounded through the small confided pact room. You went to open the door to find the beaming smile of Charles.
"Charles, what are you doing here?" You asked surprised.
"Well, I wanted to congratulate you on getting pole, and also invite you to go for a drink with me and the rest of the grid", Charles explained.
"I'm sorry, Charlie, but I'm pretty tired after today. Maybe next time", you replied, a hint of sadness laced in your voice.
Charles shook his head dismissively as to tell you not to worry. He excused himself before disappearing off to God knows where. You grabbed your bag before exiting your drivers room and heading to your car. Somehow, you had managed to avoid paparazzi and get to your car without any hassle.
The drive from the circuit was very calming. The Monza breeze flowed though your hair as you rolled down your car windows. The streets were filled with f1 fans, tourists and locals, likewise. A small smile found its way on your face as you reminisced on the days events: the tifosi's energy, the fans and the high of getting pole at your team's home race. Before you knew it, you had arrived at the hotel. The elevator ride seemed to go by in a blur as the tiredness, slowly started to take over.
As soon as you entered your hotel room, you kicked off your shoes and through your bag to the side, the euphoric events of the day taking its toll on you. You managed to drag yourself to the room and change into pajamas. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out as a light.
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You were woken up by the sound of your alarm, blaring in your ear. You immediately turned on your side to switch off the deafening sound of your alarm clock. You laced back down on your back, your head falling on the soft pillows. Your eyes closed and you took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to finally get out of bed.
A small smile found its way on your face as your remembered that your starting on pole for the race. You begrudgingly got out of bed and started to get ready for the day ahead; showering and changing into a pair of jeans, your Ferrari polo shirt and a pair of customized Ferrari airforces.
You started your journey to the track, taking in the beautiful Italian city, known as Monza.
The paddock was buzzing with life as you arrived; cameras flashing, reporters and fans crowding the place. You found a parking spot and walked through the paddock to get to the garage, meeting fans and reporters waiting to get a few words from the pole sitter. All while the smile that had found it's on way on your face earlier that morning, never left your face.
The preperation and media, likewise went by in a blur. You were buzzing with excitement, the adrenaline rushing through your veins. Before you knew it, you were sitting in your car ready to start the formation lap. You switched out all of your thoughts, the race now being your only focus.
Soon enough, you were lined up, ready and waiting on Crofty's famous words, "its lights out and away we go".
You had a good start and managed to keep your place. A shaky breath escaped your lips when you heard your engineer's voice over the radio telling you that it's going good...so far. It all went well, Charles had managed to gain some position and you maintained your place until you had to pit.
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F1 imagines x yn
FanficJust some imagines of my favorite F1 drivers. I don't know if I'll write smut....maybe in the future ⚠️disclaimer⚠️ I do not know any of these people nor what they are actually like or personalities. Also English is not my first language, so please...