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I belong with you

I don't want to

I Want you back

A birthday race - dad!max

The verstappen family - dad!max

Daddy-daughter day

CHARLES LECLERC

I Don't love you anymore

Did you forgot about me?

Love always wins

Exotic love

Leclerc!reader - sister reader

I've to tell you something... I'm seeing someone

First Podium, Family Celebration

The shadow

Unbreakable bonds - leclerc!sister

Dancing to win

The engineer

The graduation- part 2 to The engineer

Cheating bounds

Hypo problems

Turbulent skies

Sleepy adventures

The tiktok siblings trend

Scary needles

Allergy problems

Hidden Love on the Track

When marimba rythym starts to play

Rally worldchampionship journalist

Why me? How you dare?

Congrats little sis - gasly!reader

Unbreakable bonds - leclerc!sister

Yuki Tsunoda IG Au

I'm not him

Just us against the world

Elevator love

Clapping, clapping, i see ya' falling

A good call early in the morning

Love unveiled

A long journey across the ocean

Acceptance in Palm Beach

Father's day

A journey of joy

F1 Female driver

Keep pushing yourself, and you'll go far

Breaking the stereotype

Afront your fears

The sun beat down on the asphalt of the Alpha Tauri garage as YN stepped out of her car, her heart racing from the intense practice session. She was only 19 and had managed to secure a spot on the grid as a rookie driver, an achievement that both thrilled and intimidated her.

As YN entered the paddock, she noticed the seasoned drivers glancing at her, their eyes filled with curiosity and skepticism. She felt a growing sense of unease, believing their scrutiny was rooted in disdain for her as a female driver.

As she glanced around, Y/N couldn't help but notice the sidelong glances and hushed whispers from the other drivers. It wasn't an easy journey for her to make it to this level. She had fought against countless obstacles, especially being a female driver in a predominantly male sport. But she was determined to prove herself, to shatter the glass ceiling and show that gender was irrelevant when it came to skill and passion.

Her teammate, Yuki Tsunoda, seemed distant. Ever since the departure of his previous teammate, Pierre Gasly, he had been melancholic. But Y/N couldn't help but wonder if his cold demeanor had something to do with her presence in the team. She felt like an outsider, like she didn't belong.

"Hey, Y/N, feeling the pressure yet?" Oscar Piastri, one of the other rookies, asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Y/N's heart sank. Even the other newcomers seemed to harbor resentment towards her.

"Yeah, it's pretty intense," Y/N replied, her voice betraying her unease. Logan Sargeant, the other rookie, didn't say a word but kept his gaze focused on the ground, avoiding eye contact with her.

The hate didn't stop there. Social media was a cesspool of derogatory comments and harassment, and old-fashioned journalists made snide remarks about her capabilities as a female driver. Y/N felt like she was drowning in a sea of negativity, her self-confidence slowly eroding away.

Y/N's smile faltered, and she kept her head down, trying to focus on her own preparations. The comments hurt, but she had anticipated some resistance as the only female driver on the grid.

The weight of the racing world bore down on Y/N's shoulders. She faced constant scrutiny, not only from fans and social media but also from old-fashioned journalists who doubted her abilities solely because of her gender. Hate messages flooded her social media, questioning her worthiness, and sowed seeds of self-doubt in her mind.

As the day dawned, anxiety gripped Y/N. The pressure to perform weighed heavily on her, amplifying the existing tensions. She found herself isolated, her self-assurance crumbling under the weight of prejudice.

One morning, before the drivers' briefing, Y/N's anxiety reached a boiling point. The prospect of facing the negativity head-on overwhelmed her. In a secluded corner of the paddock, she was consumed by a panic attack, her breaths shallow and rapid.

Amidst the chaos of the pit lane, a group of drivers noticed Y/N's distress. Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc and others exchanged concerned glances before swiftly approaching her. They had been oblivious to the hardships she faced, lost in their own world of competition and rivalries.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Max Verstappen, the reigning champion, asked gently.

Y/N tried to speak, but her words came out as choked sobs. The drivers surrounded her, creating a protective circle, shielding her from the harsh world beyond.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Lando asked gently, crouching down to her level.

Y/N's teary eyes met theirs, disbelief mingling with gratitude. "I... I thought... nobody cared."

Charles Leclerc, who had previously been distant, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We may have been blind to your struggles, but we care, Y/N. You don't have to face this alone, we should have been there for you, Y/N. We're a team, on and off the track."

"Hey, it's alright. You're not alone," Lando Norris reassured her, offering a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Pierre Gasly stepped forward, his expression filled with regret. "You're not alone in this, YN. We're a team, and that means supporting each other. I'm sorry I left you feeling isolated."

Oscar and Logan nodded in agreement, their expressions apologetic. "We never meant to make you feel unwelcome. We were just trying not to overwhelm you," Oscar confessed.

One by one, the drivers shared words of encouragement and support. They apologized for not realizing the struggles she had been silently enduring. Y/N felt a wave of relief washing over her, knowing she wasn't alone in this battle. Yuki Tsunoda, her teammate, stepped forward last.

"Y/N, I want you to know that I wasn't avoiding you because I dislike you," Yuki said sincerely. "I miss Pierre, and it took me a while to adjust. I'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed it."

Tears filled Y/N's eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief and gratitude. "I understand, Yuki. Thank you for saying that."

One by one, the drivers shared their own struggles and insecurities, their experiences of being judged and doubted. Y/N listened, her heart swelling with a newfound connection. She wasn't alone anymore; she had allies in this demanding world.

With time, the panic attack subsided, leaving Y/N exhausted but filled with a renewed sense of purpose. She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of friendship surrounding her.

As they made their way back to the briefing, united, Y/N felt a change in the air. The other drivers who had once seemed cold and distant now greeted her with genuine smiles and words of encouragement, Yn realized that the comments and glances she had interpreted as hostility were often mere misunderstandings. The other drivers hadn't realized the impact of their actions until it was too late. She accepted their heartfelt apologies, knowing that they had truly learned from this experience.

From that moment on, things began to change. The drivers stood up against the hate on social media, using their platforms to spread positivity and challenge the status quo. Journalists started to focus on Y/N's skills and potential rather than her gender.

On the track, Y/N's performance improved as her newfound support system lifted her spirits. The paddock buzzed with admiration for her resilience, and fans began to rally behind her.

Through her struggles, Y/N had found her place in the Formula 1 family. She had made friends who understood and supported her unconditionally.

The bond she shared with Max, Lando, Charles, Oscar, and Logan grew stronger with each passing race. They formed a united front against discrimination and worked together to create a more supportive environment for future generations of racers.

Y/N's journey from a rookie filled with doubt to a confident driver was far from easy, but her resilience, and the support of her newfound friends, proved that no challenge was insurmountable. And as she stood on the podium, a symbol of triumph over adversity, she knew that her victory extended far beyond the racetrack.

She looked out at the crowd, feeling their unwavering support, and said, "To all the young girls out there dreaming big: Don't let anyone tell you that you can't achieve your goals. We belong here, and we're here to stay."

The crowd erupted in applause, the sound echoing through the stadium. Y/N's journey had been one of struggle, but ultimately, it was a story of triumph over adversity. And she knew that together with her newfound friends, they would continue to pave the way for future generations of female drivers in Formula 1.

The sun rose above the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Formula 1 circuit. The air buzzed with anticipation as the engines roared to life, signaling the start of another thrilling race. Among the drivers, a young and talented rookie stood at the center of attention, ready to take on the challenges that lay ahead. This is the story of their journey - a tale of ambition, camaraderie, and the unyielding pursuit of victory.

At just 19, she was the youngest driver on the grid, and expectations were high. With determination etched on her face, she stepped into her sleek racing car, ready to prove herself.

As the lights went out, YN's talent shone through as she weaved through the pack, showcasing her skill and audacious moves. Yet, as the laps went by, the pressure mounted, and her inexperience began to show. A near-miss with the barriers drew the attention of the media, and soon, the press was relentless in scrutinizing her every move.

"Youngest driver, but is she ready for Formula 1?" headlines questioned. The pressure weighed heavily on YN, and she struggled to keep her focus amidst the noise of doubt.

Amidst the relentless scrutiny, the young driver found unexpected support from two fellow rookies - Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri.

Logan, with his steely determination and unwavering focus, approached the young driver with a reassuring smile. "Don't let the press get to you," he said, his voice laced with conviction. "We're all in this together, and we've got your back."

Oscar, a calm and calculated presence, chimed in, "He's right. We rookies need to stick together. We're the future of this sport, and we can't let the pressure break us."

The young driver nodded, grateful for their words of encouragement. Little did they know that fate had more surprises in store for them. Their teammate, the fierce and experienced Max Verstappen, entered the scene. He had a reputation for being ruthless on the track, but his demeanor softened as he approached the rookie.

As he geared up for the first race of the season, Yn found herself standing beside her teammate, Max Verstappen, one of the most experienced and tflourished drivers on the grid.

Max, with a confident smile, patted her on the back. "Hey, kid. Ready to show them what you've got?"

Yn nodded, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through her veins. "Absolutely, Max. I won't let you down."

"I've been where you are," Max admitted, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "The critics will always be there, but you have something they don't - raw talent. Just focus on your driving, and everything else will fall into place."

Throughout the season, the bond between the four drivers grew stronger. They formed an unbreakable alliance, a brotherhood bound by the shared passion for racing. They spent long hours in the paddock, discussing strategies, analyzing each other's techniques, and engaging in playful banter.

On a particularly challenging race weekend, where rain lashed down upon the circuit, the young driver struggled to find their footing. Doubt crept in, threatening to undermine their confidence. Sensing their distress, Logan stepped forward.

"Listen, mate," he began, his voice resolute. "You've got the skills, the talent. Now, trust yourself. Remember why you're here. Let your passion drive you forward."

Max and Oscar joined in, their words like a symphony of encouragement. "Believe in yourself," Max urged. "We believe in you."

"Never forget the joy of racing," Oscar added. "That's what got us all hooked in the first place."

As the season progressed, YN's performances continued to improve. Her passion and dedication had caught the attention of the seasoned drivers on the grid. They admired her talent and determination, and soon, she became a respected competitor.

At the end of a challenging race in the rain at Spa-Francorchamps, YN stood on the podium for the first time in her career. She was overwhelmed with emotion as the champagne sprayed and her fellow rookies, Logan and Oscar, joined her in celebration.

"This is for all the people who believed in me, even when I doubted myself," YN said in her interview, her voice shaking with joy and Max pulled her into a hug before doing his P1 interview

"You've come a long way, YN," he said, extending his hand. "You've proven yourself as one of the best out here."

With tears of joy in her eyes, YN shook Max's hand and thanked him. She knew that without the support and guidance of Logan, Oscar, and Max, she wouldn't have reached this pinnacle of success. She knew that without the support and guidance of Logan, Oscar, and Max, she wouldn't have reached this pinnacle of success.

As the season ended, YN reflected on her journey. The challenges, the doubts, and the scrutiny had made her stronger. The bond she shared with Logan, Oscar, and Max transcended competition, proving that in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, true friendships and support were worth more than any trophy.

From that moment on, YN's journey in Formula 1 took on a new dimension. The challenges were still there, but she faced them with newfound strength, guided by the wisdom and support of her friends and mentors.