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[bibissparkles]

KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | leclerc brothers x reader

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“Y/N, it’s the middle of the fucking night in Monaco? You better have a good ass reason too wake me up” Arthur groaned at his twin as he groggily.

“You won’t believe it.” She says

“What?”

“THE BENGALS INVITED ME TO THEIR GAME” she says, a sudden burst of excitement ran through her

“Who are the bengals again?” He sighs

“….”

“Oh wait, it’s that one dude you like, what was his name again Joe Burrow?”

“YEAH AND GET THIS, I can bring up to 5 people, so you’re coming and so are Charles, Alex, Lorenzo and Maman” she says excitedly.

“Who says I’m going?” He says, earning himself a scowl.

“You don’t want to come?” She says, “well I mean not really”

“Ofcourse you don’t! I always show up for your events and you never show up for mine” she says, maliciousness lacing her tone.

“Y/N please, this isn’t your event, you’re not walking the runway or attending a premiere” he says, his tone now matching hers.

“Well even if I was, not like you’d show up anyways” she mutters.

“What are you yapping about? You’re being so dramatic, I mean not everything revolves around you okay? Some of us have actual problems” he says giving the final blow.

The girl takes a deep breath to collect her self. All her life she had spent living in the shadows of her siblings. She just wanted someone to show up for her, she remembers her first runway show, she had 4 seats reserved for her family yet when she walked out, all 4 of those chairs were empty, why? Because Charles had a last minute deals with a brand. They called and apologized and Ofcourse she put a brave face on, but only the walls of her room heard the way she cried herself to sleep that night.

“You know what? I’m going to let that slide, I don’t know what’s going on with you but I hope you make peace with yourself, and you don’t have to come, I’ll just ask Charles and Enzo. But anyways goodnight” she says

“Y/N-” Arthur tries to interrupt but she hangs up before he can say anything.

Had she overreacted? She felt a sudden rush of guilt overcome her. She couldn’t help but overthink. Her train of thoughts were interrupted by a FaceTime call from her brother's girlfriend.

"Hey babygirl" Alexandra says, "Hey bae, what's up?" she says propping her phone up on the table.

“Just checking in with you and your man situation” Alex says, her and Charles were in the Maldives, “oh it’s good, I got invited to the bengals game so” she replies, “WAIT THATS SO GOOD” Alex says excitedly, Y/N smiles.

“Do you and Charles want to come with me?” She asks hopeful, “well Charles will be preparing for his race but I can definitely come!! When is it?” She asks, “next week!”

“Oh yeah I can definitely make it!” She says,

“Ok we can fly together!! But I I’ll see you next week love ya!” She says hanging up.

The week came even before she could blink.

“So Y/N you excited?” Alexandra says, and Y/N nods.

When they arrive at the stadium, Y/N is immediately greeted by the bengals team.

“Thankyou so much for being our guest, I’m the head coach Zac Taylor” a man says reaching his hand to which she smiles and accepts.

“This is my friend Alexandra!” She says as Alex also shakes his hand, from the corner of her eye, Y/N could feel a certain pair of blue eyes stare at her, and her cheek flushed more.

She waves to the rest of the team, however the man with blue eyes seems to approach her first. “Hey, my name is Joe, I’m the quarterback” he says extending his hand, “I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what that it” Y/N chuckles shaking his hand which caused him to smile.

“Well if you umm give me your number maybe some time could teach you about football” he says very smoothly, which causes her to get flustered.

“Oh yeah, d-definitely! Here” she says giving him her number as he smiles, “you have such a beautiful smile” Joe says bringing up her hand to his lips before letting it go, “I’ll talk to you later” he says waving before going to get ready for his game. She just stands there in shock wondering what happened.

Alexandra squeals, “I saw that!! Y/N he so likes you” she says hugging the girl.

Y/N laughs and shakes her head, but the whole time she couldn’t take her eyes of him.

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neurotypicals will be the most overwhelming people ever & then be surprised when i get overwhelmed

[bibissparkles]

Please help me. My name is Shirley. I am autistic and disabled. I ran away from my abusive parents a few years ago. I’ve been moving from place to place. A couple of months ago I was able to find my own apartment. Things went downhill when I was fired from my job. It has been very difficult for me to find employment due to mental health issues. I have been transferring money out of my credit card to my debit card in order to pay my rent. I also have to pay interest. This time, I’ve really hit rock bottom. My credit card is about to be maxed out and I could get evicted. I don’t think I could survive out in the streets.

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Please help me. My name is Shirley. I am autistic and disabled. I ran away from my abusive parents a few years ago. I’ve been moving from place to place. A man offered me a place to stay when I was homeless. He knew I had Asperger’s syndrome and took advantage of me. I basically slept with him for shelter. A couple of months ago I was able to find my own apartment. Things went downhill when I was fired from my third job. It has been very difficult for me to find employment due to mental health issues. I have been transferring money out of my credit card to my debit card in order to pay my rent. I also have to pay interest, which makes it worse. My credit card is about to be maxed out and I could get evicted.

It would mean so much to me if you could donate or share the link to my GoFundMe. Thank you so much

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i wanna say fuck you to anyone who shame disabled, chronically ill & neurodivergent people, especially homebound folks, for "spending too much time on their phone/on the internet/etc." when it's the only (Somewhat) accessible way for them to experience the world. many people don't get to get out much even if they want to because of their disabilities. shaming someone for trying to connect with the world, make friends and engage with hobbies in ways that are accessible to them is beyond cruel and unnecessary

[bibissparkles]

𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎

— “𝑰’𝑴 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑰’𝑴 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹”

pairings: oscar piastri x fem! singer! reader

summary: people are in disbelief oscar managed to pull the famous star so you show him off more

face claim: sabrina carpenter, lily zneimer, pinterest girls (for aesthetic purposes only)

a/n: he’s so cutesy so i had to make this, plus espresso is so good it’s been stuck in my head since the song came out!

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ynlnofficial espresso is out now! link in bio 🤎

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oscarpiastri will be listening to it 24/7

↳ ynlnofficial i love you.

↳ oscarpiastri i love you more!

↳ ynoscar MY PARENTS

oscarpiastri i wonder who this song is about? 🤔🤔

↳ ynlnofficial no clue, my honey bee 💗

↳ ynlnmywife ain’t no way this song is about him

radvxz love it!

madisonbeer so cute 🤎

landonorris amazing as always 🔥🔥

ynoscar OHMYGOD

charles_leclerc no way he pulled you

ynforever this song has been stuck in my head but i don’t believe it’s about that one lame guy who’s whole job is driving around in circles

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oscarpiastri stream my girlfriends newest single ‘espresso’ ❤️‍🔥

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ynlnofficial BEST BF EVERRR

↳ oscarpiastri BEST GF EVERRR

landonorris to this day i still do not understand how you managed to pull someone so out your league 😭

↳ charles_leclerc exactly

↳ oscarpiastri mate shut up

carlossainez55 i can’t stop listening to it

↳ ynlnofficial you’re too kind carlos!!

mclaren 🤎🤎

ynlnofficial couldn’t have done it without you ml <33

↳ oscarpiastri you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me ❤️

↳ ynlnofficial literally kiss me rn!!!!!

↳ oscarpiastri OMW

ynlnmywife she’s so 😍🥰😘 and he’s just there!

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ynlnofficial he looks so cute wrapped around my finger 😘😘

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ynoscar THE ESPRESSO LYRIC AHH

oscarpiastri thinking about you every night 🤫🤫

↳ ynlnofficial think about you every night too 😉

↳ ynlnmywife MY EYES NOO

landonorris even though you’re wayyyyy out his league i can’t deny you two are cute or wtv

↳ oscarpiastri gee thanks (sarcastically)

↳ ynlnofficial “or wtv” 🤓🤓

charles_leclerc cute ig

↳ ynlnofficial we got some haters in the comments

ynforever wish i was him 😞

↳ number1ynfan ugh same he doesn’t deserve her

↳ ynlnofficial if you were truly my fan like your username claims then you should be happy that i found a man who cares, cherishes, and loves me, a man who never fails to put a smile on my face even on my worst days.

ynoscar WALKED IN AND DREAM CAME TRUE FOR YA

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carlossainez55 couple goals

↳ ynlnofficial REAL!!

↳ oscarpiastri REAL!!

↳ madisonbeer REAL!!

↳ mclaren REAL!!

↳ ynoscar REAL!!

oscar4yn the way he looks at her 🥹🥹

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ynoscar MAMA Y PAPA 🧡🤎

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oscarpiastri my future wife

↳ ynlnofficial and you my future husband

↳ oscar4yn OMG YOU GOT NOTICED BY BOTH Y/N AND OSCAR

↳ ynoscar YES! y/n follows me 🥰🥰

ynforever ONE CHANCE Y/N

ynlnmywife that should be me!!!

ynlnofficial we’re so cute together

↳ ynoscar the only couple to ever exist

ynpiastri_ THEYRE SO IN LOVE

oscar4yn i want what they have 😣😣

ynmylove THE LYRICS OH MY

ynlnofficial he’s my muse <33

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oscarpiastri despite what the haters say she’s mine and all mine! 🥰😍💗🙏😇

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ynlnofficial period king let them know 🥳🥳

landonorris we get it she’s yours 😒

ynlnofficial that’s my man

ynlnmywife the last slide is so real

ynoscar THE THIRD PIC HELLO???

↳ oscar4yn HAND PLACEMENT MAKES ME MELT

↳ ynlnofficial SAME

ynmylove she’s so pretty

ynpiastri_ me and who 😣

charles_leclerc you are so whipped

↳ landonorris the matching pjs 😭

↳ ynoscar stop bullying him!! the pjs are so cutesy 🎀

madisonbeer were the haters silent or were they SILENCED

mclaren our favorite couple

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Can I Get a Kiss? - LN

Summary: Lando always wants a kiss and he's not afraid to ask for it. Man is unapologetically WHIPPED.

PSA, Lando's outfit and specifically these photos make me sweat a little.

Lando would never say he's needy. Never.

Y/n would absolutely say Lando is needy. But that is definitely not a bad thing in her eyes.

"Wait, wait pause." Lando demands hearing the front door in his apartment open and close. "Baby! Is that you?"

"Oh for god sake." Max groans dropping back in his seat since he knows exactly what's about to happen.

"Yeah, it's me. Is everything ok?" Y/n smiles making him look at her for a moment before pulling his headphones off.

"Can I have a kiss?" He asks earning a small laugh from her before she leans over and kisses him softly, though one kiss apparently isn't enough and she's pulled into another kiss from the driver before sighing and settling down.

"Can I play for a bit?"

"Yeah, Max thinks you're better than me anyway." Lando jokes, though that's not even a lie.

Y/n ends up helping the boys on the mission all while feeling Lando hug her and continue to kiss her shoulder as his eyes watch her on the game and sometimes just watch her.

But eventually the game is over and she leaves Lando to play without her interference.

"Kiss, baby. Kiss." He reminds her almost as if he's lecturing her to remember that there is never a moment wrong to give him a kiss. Even if she's trying to leave him to stream.

-

"Ah ah ah! Y/n! Kiss." Lando exclaims seeing her walk into the garage since she was requested by Lando and Jon was sent to get her.

"You brought me in the garage for that?" Y/n laughs before looking at Zak who is in there and watching the young couple.

"I gave him my blessing because I'm sick of him pouting." Zak states with a shrug almost looking defeated but also not seeming all that bothered.

"So needy." Y/n jokes knowing while Lando denies it and she accepts it, Lando hates being called needy.

"Baby...Kiss." Lando grumbles, not whining but almost sounding annoyed she's been there for this long and he's not got to kiss her.

Deciding to be extra, she jumped up around his waist and catches him in a kiss that is movie ending worthy. Though admittedly she doesn't expect Ted Notebook to appear since it's ahead of qualifying.

Lando hoists her up onto the side counter which is a little higher than where she'd been sitting on his waist. His thumbs rubbing at her thighs as she sits there.

"Kiss." He murmurs earning a grin before she leans in kissing him again.

Later they see the footage everywhere and the McLaren PR team tell them both to reign it in with the PDA. But Lando has no intentions of doing that and y/n just nods along to keep the peace, though she knows that if Lando isn't listening then her promises will only be broken.

-

Padel is easily becoming the second choice of sport among the F1 drivers. Max, Charles, Alex, Carlos, George and Lando all play padel and even have matches.

Y/n doesn't involve herself in any form of sports than means going up against Lando. Purely because seeing the competitive nature in her boyfriend is one of the best things in her life and usually the adrenaline means she has a good time shortly afterwards wherever they can find a private spot. She'd rather be the involved in the part after.

But she does like watching. So she sits watching the match which is between Max and George vs Lando and Alex.

Seeing four drivers play against each other is honestly unusually. They play against each other when they get the chance but having only drivers playing against each other in teams, that's not so common.

During a short break to rehydrate, Lando moves to y/n who is guarding his stuff. He grins moving to her.

"Good luck kiss please?" Lando states after chugging a good half of his bottle of water.

"Yes." Y/n smiles hardly getting a chance to think before he's closed the space and his lips are pressed on hers. His hand moving under her chin to hold her in the kiss for a bit.

"We are all in relationships. No need to rub it in that you're the only one with a girlfriend who was free to be on hand whenever you want a kiss." George calls out making y/n smile and pull away, which in turn earns George the nastiest look he's ever got from Lando in the years of their friendship.

Not that it stops him from turning and stealing another kiss from her, much to her entertainment.

"Alright, thank you." Y/n laughs gently pushing him back.

"Any time." Lando smirks as he does stand up and look at the other boys who are now in a conversation. "I love you."

"I love you too, even if you can't go 0.5 seconds without needing a kiss."

"I'm not sorry for it." Lando shrugs then moving back. "Alright boys, let's get this finished. I'm bored of Alex and I winning all the time."

Obviously too cocky for what the real results of the matches are but it earns some laughs and they all move to get back into the match.

-

A bad qualifying is a burn to the ego and confidence, no kiss mends it but it helped him feel better just to have y/n there and be able to kiss her. A bad race, that's frustrating and while he stopped to get a kiss after the race while he changed to go to media and then before the debrief. Not that he's in any mood to discuss the diabolical weekend he's had.

He'd quite like to get on his flight home and not think about it.

"Kiss. Kiss. Kiss." Lando mumbles as he makes a b-line for y/n and catches her waist as she reaches and cups his face, kissing him several short times before allowing for a much longer and heavier kiss. "I want to go home."

They have a weekend without a race so going back to Monaco is on the agenda and Lando had already made sure the flight was due to take off as soon as they could get out of there. He even cut the debrief shorter than Andrea really wanted because he told them that he needed to leave for his flight.

So they're out of there quickly, with a few goodbyes and making sure their luggage has been sent ahead of them to the airport before they get on the private jet and fly back to Monaco.

Y/n ends up falling asleep cuddled up to Lando since it's not a short flight and he knows she's been trying to adjust to the time zone change with little success.

Lando is drawing shapes on her back, feeling her breath hitting his neck since her face was nuzzled into his neck but she's shifted slightly in her sleep so she's not quite so tightly against him.

Y/n has a history of mumbling in her sleep, especially when she's in a slightly lighter sleep and her subconscious seems unsure if she's awake or not.

"Kiss." Now Lando can't stop his small smile of amusement over hearing her mumble. He asks (and demands) for kisses all the time, but y/n never had to because he initiates it so often that she hasn't got a chance to want them before he's beat her to it. He does get his phone out wanting to capture if she speaks again and as if she sense him wanting to keep the sweet moment on camera forever. "Baby, kiss."

He feels her shift and he moves enough to catch her face scrunching up in upset. She shifts again before her eyes flutter open and he sees the anger behind them flashing before he kisses her and she melts into it as if she woke up purely to get a kiss.

"Sorry, baby. God back to sleep." Lando whispers feeling his mood much improved from just the past few moments.

"Ok. Kiss." She mumbles clearly still half asleep but he kisses her again on her demand before she decides that she got what she wanted and returns to being tightly pressed against him and hiding her face in his neck while he finally stops recording the moment.

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Little Snores - OP81

Summary: Sometimes Oscar's girlfriend falls asleep in hidden away places so he has to follow the little snores to find her.

This one is for girlies who don't want to acknowledge they snore and deserve a man who wouldn't dare mention it either.

No part 2 requests please

Garages are hardly places that are usually quiet enough for most people to find peaceful enough to sleep in. However, Oscar has learned that his girlfriend defies all logic and odds by sleeping wherever she sits herself.

She doesn't even have to be comfortable really, so long as she can rest her head back or on her own shoulder then she's good to sleep. On occasions she'll curl herself up and rest her head forward on her knees.

"Good out there, mate?" Tom asks making Oscar nod as he unzips his suit. Talking some things over after FP2, all before he notices that y/n is nowhere in sight. "She disappeared about 10 minutes ago."

"Thanks." Oscar nods sighing as he moves through the garage, thanking mechanics, having quick exchanges with other engineers before beginning to head out in search of his girlfriend who probably went to the unit to use the bathroom then fell asleep waiting in his driver's room.

Or so he assumes.

Just as he steps out of the main part of the garage and into the walkway in, his ears almost prick up hearing the heavy breaths he's very much familiar with.

Off the side there's a little rest area for if he doesn't want to go all the way back to his driver's room. Peeking in he sees is girlfriend bundled up in his McLaren hoodie with her head press against the thin wall of the small space, her knees up to her chest.

Oscar smiles as he crouches down to her level gently brushing his hand up and down her calve feeling her skin twitch in awareness of his touch.

"Baby, we're done for the day." Oscar whispers almost grimacing at the fact she sleeps in such positions that even his trainer, Kim expresses concern about her neck and spine suffering in the distant or near future. "We can get going."

Y/n yawns looking at him with a small smile before he takes hold of her hands, standing up then pulling her up to stand with him. Though she moves her hands from his rubbing at her eyes harshly and swaying as she does so making him move his hands to her waist to stabilise her.

"You need to change." Y/n mumbles tiredly finally dropping her hands from her eyes and smiling up at him tiredly before seeming almost giddy when he closes the space and pecks her lips.

"I do...and I think you might need bed." Oscar states making her yawn and groan a little.

"I think you might be right." Y/n hums then pushing onto her toes and stealing another kiss. "Ok, let's go."

Oscar keeps hold of her hand as they walk before they get to the unit where Oscar wastes no time changing into some normal clothes and then moving back out.

"Hey, there's the best couple in McLaren." Lando greets, catching them on their way out. "Where was your napping spot today?"

"The little rest cubby room." Oscar states with a grin since he actually quite loves his girlfriend's habit of sleeping in random spots to the point it's a bit of a guessing game for his teammate at the end of the day.

"Aw, I thought you might've gone for somewhere on my side of the garage, just to rock the boat." Lando jokes then seeming to catch a look from Oscar. "You two sleep well tonight though, I'll let you go."

"Bye, get plenty of sleep too." Y/n smiles as Oscar mumbles a goodbye before gently giving y/n's hand a guiding tug and the two leave continuing to say their goodbyes.

-

Y/n would never sleep through qualifying or a race, but the following debriefs is when she allows herself to find a peaceful spot to go undisturbed and nap.

On this occasion she has a towel placed over her as one of the marketing girls find her sleeping on laid down on the floor behind one of the sofas in the social areas, she's actually on display as a lump on the floor to the paddock. Not directly in sight since they're not on the ground floor but if someone looks up to the windows they'd spot the towel covered lump. The marketing girls are sure it can't be comfortable but Oscar has assured them multiple times throughout his time in the team that his girlfriend is capable of sleeping in any position that seems comfortable or not.

Once the qualifying debrief is done, Oscar sighs moving around since he's sure y/n would be somewhere but with her slightly more hidden and the marketing girls having busied themselves. They're not there to point her out and make his search easier.

He pauses as he steps out his drivers room frowning a little as he tries to think of where she might be then as as Lando steps out, he catches the light snores of his girlfriend across the room.

"What are you doing?" Lando frowns watching his teammate climb onto the sofa and look over the back.

"Y/n's asleep on the floor behind the sofa."

"Your girlfriend is like a bear, wants to find somewhere hidden away to sleep and snores a little." Lando states as Oscar gets back up and moves properly around the sofa to wake up his girlfriend but he can't help but smile a little in amusement of Lando's fairly accurate description. "I'll leave you to it."

"Bye mate." Oscar nods while slowly pulling the towel off of y/n who doesn't even stir or stutter in her light snores. "Why you gotta be the most comfortable in the weirdest spots?"

Usually he wakes her up but she's actually in such a deep sleep that when he catches sight of her face, she's drooling which he knows means she's going to be in a very bad mood if he wakes her up. On the bright side it also means she's practically impossible to wake up so it's not hard to pick her up and her to sleep through it.

Which is exactly what he does.

It takes a bit of positioning to pick her up right but he manages it before she's up in his arms and being carried out of there.

There's some fans and photographers who seem eager to capture the moment and thankfully Kim catches up with him and helps him get to the car.

She wakes up only part way through the journey to the hotel, grunting from the back seat and the little snores coming to a quick end as she rises from her nap.

"Morning, sunshine." Kim jokes while she smiles lazily at him. At least she woke up in a good mood.

"Morning?" Y/n yawns clearly not quite with it enough to realise she hasn't slept that long.

"No, we just left the paddock baby. Don't worry." Oscar laughs while looking at her. "We're going to grab something to eat on the way back, is there anything you want?"

"I'll decide when we order." Y/n mumbles with another yawn then smiling as she leans forwards and manages to get far enough to kiss him lightly. "Was the debrief alright?"

"Yeah, it was good. Better since qualifying actually went well." Oscar smiles then holding his hand back for her to put her hand in his just as a form of keeping in touch with each other. "You were in a deep sleep behind that sofa. Any reason you chose to sleep there?"

There's always a reason. Some peculiar logic in y/n's head that makes her napping spots make sense in her head but the most common explanation?

"It was just out of the way. Did you have to look for me?"

"Not too hard."

-

Oscar fell just short of a podium and after weight in, he's rushed off for media and debrief followed by some more media for the post-race segment.

"Hey, mate. Y/n's is in the garage, she stuck around to watch them do everything to the car and fell asleep. One of the mechanics came and got me." Kim states making Oscar sigh and smile shaking his head. "I went and checked on her. For once she isn't in a position that makes me worry for her spine."

"By this point I think her spine is more like a noodle. She just seems to bend it however she likes and it just doesn't effect her." Oscar jokes knowing that really it'll probably hit badly later but he's tried getting her to not sleep in weird positions when she naps and it works about as well as talking to a wall and asking it to get out the way.

They walk to the garage where a couple of the mechanics have stuck around not wanting to leave her sleeping in there alone. Something they explain to Oscar when him and Kim walk in and spot them.

"Thanks guys." Oscar smiles since it is nice to know his team are the type of people he can trust with his girlfriend when he's not around. They want her to be safe and didn't leave her until they knew Oscar was there for her.

Kim walks out with them while Oscar grins hearing the little snores that he actually finds a lot of comfort in.

"Y/n, baby." Oscar whispers moving to her level and this time gently tipping her chin up till he can cup her face and kiss gently around it. The heavy breaths being exchanged for tired laughter, giggles passing her lips before he kisses her lips and finds her kissing back sloppily. "Was the race that boring?"

"You did amazing." Y/n grins not even playing into the joke for a moment because she honestly adored watching every second of that race. He might not have got a podium but he was close and really so long as he finishes the race. She's happy.

Y/n climbs Oscar almost like a tree before locking her legs up around his waist. Face nuzzling into his neck as he hikes her up a little higher and helps support her weight keeping her there.

"We're need to get to the airport to get back home. But we can just sleep on the flight." Oscar states watching her smile as she leans back to look at him as he talks. "Good to go?"

"Yeah, let's get moving-I just need to grab my things from the unit. It's in your driver's room."

"Text Kim he can grab everything and we'll meet him at the car." Oscar states making her pause looking at him before smiling and nodding at him.

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ꔫ sweet teasing and toothbrushes

°. — pairings ( lando norris x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( a cute interaction with your sweet bf when you get him a toothbrush )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; none that I know of. wc; 1.1k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I honestly have no idea what to say about this, it’s definitely not my best work. I was watching this cute tiktok and I got the idea to write this. was written while I was in the car, so it’s kinda rushed. I do hope you guys enjoy this! I also would like to happily announce that my requests are open!! ฅ́˘ฅ̀ )

It wasn't much of a surprise anymore, when you would come home to find your boyfriend occupying your apartment. He had his own key, it made things easier that way. When your classes ran late, he could let himself in, instead of waiting out in the hall for you to get back. When you lock yourself out, and that happened a lot, he was there to save the day. Plus, your apartment was closer to the airport, so it was just easier for him to come to yours after a late flight. 

So, when you unlocked your front door and heard the distant sound of the tv playing, you knew Lando was here. You quietly close the door behind you, slipping off your shoes and leaving them next to Lando's pair. You heard the sound of a golf game, and you couldn't help but laugh when you hear Lando talking to himself. You walk into the kitchen and set the grocery bags on the counter, the sound of a few mason jars hitting the counter alerts Lando of your presence. 

“Baby? Your home?” You hear Lando exclaim excitedly from the living room, seconds later you hear the sound of his pattering feet coming your way, like a cute puppy. Before you could even turn to look back at him, you feel his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest. 

“Hi Lan” You hummed as you started taking the ingredients for dinner and a few miscellaneous items out of the cloth bags. A giggle escapes past your lips when you feel your sweet boyfriend nuzzle his face into your neck. The feeling of his warm body, warming you up from the cold chill of outside. 

“Hi baby, what can I do to help?” Lando's sweet voice comes out muffled, littering your neck in soft kisses between his words. You could tell by his kisses and the way his hands went under your shirt to touch your skin that he had alternative motives, but you wouldn't let yourself get distracted by your boyfriend's ‘innocent’ touch. 

“Can you put our toothbrushes in the bathroom and toss the old one?” you smile cheekily, tilting your head to get a better look at him as you lift the plastic package that held two cute toothbrushes. You were in the essential's aisle getting some toothpaste when you saw the cute matching pair toothbrushes, as soon as you saw the cute hearts you immediately thought of Lando, and the raggedy toothbrush holder Lando carries around whenever he stays with you. 

“Our toothbrushes?” Lando whispers as he takes the toothbrushes into his hands, letting go of your waist. The shock in his tone causes you to turn around to face him, leaning back against the counter. You were confused on why he sounded so surprised over a toothbrush, when he looked away from the toothbrushes, he noticed your confused stare. 

“You got me a toothbrush.” 

“Lan please tell me you aren't one of those people who have emotional attachments to their toothbrushes” You giggled teasingly, softly nudging your knee against his thigh, you found the shock in his face very adorable, and you couldn't help but take the chance to tease him. 

“What no?” Your boyfriend sputtered out quickly as he shook his head no. He could tell you were teasing him, and he looked down at the set of toothbrushes, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips. He could understand why others wouldn't be so moved by getting a toothbrush, but for him it meant so much in so many different ways “But you got me a toothbrush for here”? 

“You're getting this sappy over a toothbrush? Baby you literally have a key to my apartment” You smile as you step closer to him and hold onto the hand that wasn't holding the toothbrushes, you were starting to get why he was so emotional about it. You and Lando have talked about your past relationships, and he has voiced that he never really felt secure and at home in a relationship…so this meant a lot. 

“I have a key to your apartment because you lock yourself out like 5 times a month” Lando quickly teased you, vividly remembering every time he got that text or call from you, most of them starting ‘hey Lan baby…’. You were so adorable and all he wanted to do was give you a big smooch, but he still had more to say. 

“But you getting me a toothbrush it's different, it means you want me here more…that I’m really welcomed here” Lando spoke quietly, he was deeply moved by it, and you could tell by the way his eyes watered a little. He was a little embarrassed at how emotional he got, so he looked down at his shoes, hoping that you didn't notice. But of course, you noticed, you knew your boyfriend so well. 

“Baby are you gonna cry?” you sweetly tease him, bringing your hand up to cup his chin and tilt it up so you could get a better look at him. Lando looks up at you and locks eyes with yours, he could see the love you held for him in them. He felt the corners of his lips tilt up at your teasing, he appreciated your playfulness, knowing that he probably really would have cried if you commented on his watery eyes normally. 

“It's allergies, you have a horrendous taste in candles” Lando spoke quickly, his eyes not leaving yours, you stopped yourself from laughing at his words, you always did love your boyfriend's wittiness. You let go of his hand and brought both of your hands up to cup his face, you spoke softly “Okay one rude.” 

“And two, you are always welcome to stay here with me. Lando, I love when your here with me, it truly feels like home when your here, me getting you a toothbrush for here was because I was tired of seeing that raggedy toothbrush case” your tone trails off from sweet to teasing, your thumbs softly caressed the skin of his cheeks. You meant every word, your apartment really felt like a home whenever Lando was there. He made the place livelier; he made you happier. 

“Hey, don't hate on the case” Lando pouts playfully as he leans against one of your hands, finding comfort in your touch. You smile and lean up and place a soft kiss on your boyfriend's pretty lips. The soft kiss turned hungry as Lando moved his hand that wasn't holding the toothbrushes, to your lower back, pressing you against him. 

“Thank you” your boyfriend whispered breathlessly against your lips a big smile on his lips, and before you could say there was no need to thank me, your boyfriend was letting go of you and practically skipping out of the kitchen. You watch him with an adoring smile, you call out “Lando where are you going?” 

The sound of his giggle's echoes through the quiet apartment, well besides his footsteps. You hear his cheerful voice shout “To use my toothbrush.” 

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˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( like I said at the top, my requests are open now. I will definitely make a post in the future about my rules and things like that for requests. The next few weeks I will be busier then usual so I might not get the requests out that fast, but I will try! Ty all )

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Take your time

Jake - peaches, what are you doing in here? All by yourself might I add

*you sit on the floor with your knees against your chest*

Yn - no reason

Jake - I know you like the back of my hand, peaches. This past week has been rough for you and I know that. You carry the weight on your shoulders, my perfect girl is so tough but there is only so much you can give. 

*you feel the tear form in your eyes as he sits right next to you, pulling you closer to him*

Jake - I know my girl is hiding so much inside, let the tears loose and take your time. I will always be your shoulder to cry on when need be. I agreed to that we first started dating and to when we said I do.

*you lean into him as you wipe the tears from your eyes*

Yn - what did I do to deserve you

Jake - I could say the same thing about you, my love

*he tilts your head to look into your eyes*

Jake - my beautiful girl, you shouldn’t have to carry everything on your own. Let me take a little bit of the weight off of your shoulders

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as you lay in bed with hotch, you can’t help but try to count the freckles on his chest.

send in hotch requests!

“What are you doing?”

Your finger traces across Aaron’s chest lightly. “Counting your freckles,” you whisper.

He huffs out a small laugh. “Why?”

“Because they’re cute,” you smile, looking up at him. The light blush that dusts his cheeks makes you grin wider.

“You think they’re cute?” he asks, furrowing his brows.

You nod. “Mhm. Very.”

“Well, do you want to know what I think is cute?”

“What?”

Aaron kisses your forehead. “You.”

Your face grows warm, butterflies erupting in your tummy. “Hey, don’t try to change the subject. We were talking about your freckles.”

“I think I’d much rather talk about you,” he counters, the kind of smile that he only shares with you curving his lips.

“You’re just distracting me. I didn’t finish counting,” you pout.

You let your gaze fall down to his chest again, your eyes tracing along the freckles that are mapped out like constellations. Aaron laughs, making your eyes flicker back up to his.

“You are… something else,” he says softly.

“I try,” you tell him, and lean forward to press a feather-light kiss to his lips.

He cradles the side of your neck with his hand, his thumb brushing gently along your jawline as he responds eagerly. “So? How many did you count?” he mumbles into the kiss.

“I–I got distracted,” you say, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh no. After all of that?”

“Hey! I can’t help it that you’re too pretty for me to concentrate,” you exclaim, slapping his shoulder playfully.

“Pretty, huh?”

“Shut up.”

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Hi my love!

I'm sorry if this is a bother, but I saw you were taking requests and I really wanted to see this one written and you do such amazing writing.

Please don't feel pressured into writing this tho

So, we all know Derek is like, 6'2" is, right, so the girls he talks to are shorter than him, but I was wondering if you could write something with a female reader where she is almost as tall as him, and decided to wear heels to something, like a party or a gala or something, and she feels insecure about being so tall and he's just swooning over her because look at his tall woman, his amazing tall woman who works as an FBI profiler and can literally kick anyone's ass and just look how cool his girlfriend is.

Like, if you wanted to you could write about how some guy made a comment and Derek literally had to be held back because he was full on ready to throw hands for the reader.

Bonus points of she's like really fit, like she definitely hits the gym and you can see it

Again, you don't have to write it if you don't want to/don't feel comfortable, I just thought it would be cute

OMG I love this idea, it's so freaking cute! I had so much fun with this and istg I'm so sick of y/n always being some small fragile little thing in fics, it drives me crazy!!!!

Thank you for requesting my dear ! :)

my girl- d.morgan

a/n: intended for tall fem!reader but as per usual imagine what you like :)

summary: derek comforts you after something happens at the yearly award show

pairings: derek morgan x reader, (platonic) bau team x reader

warnings: insecurities, suggestive tones, crying, fluff :)

You loved your body, seriously you did. It was your vessel, your home. You nourished it and took care of yourself. 

But sometimes you wanted to feel shorter. Being tall has its advantages, and yes, you knew you were more than conventionally attractive, but it didn’t stop the nagging feeling in the back of your head, telling you it was weird that when you wore heels, your boyfriend was looking up at you, not down. Derek was 6’2. You were 6’2 ½ with these heels on. You were taller, which was fine, but it played in your mind more than you had wanted it to for the entire night. 

Derek on the other hand? When he saw you in that perfect dress he didn’t think he’d have the willpower to actually stop himself from fucking you before the event. He felt so lucky. His beautiful, ass-kicking girlfriend was wearing a dress that he’d bought her and she looked fucking delicious. He knew you were gorgeous, especially when he was regularly graced with the image of you naked, but this was another level. On your latest mission you’d taken the unSub down on your own and he swore he’d never been more turned on. The way you just overpowered him, getting his knife off him and cuffing him. You were the most beautiful person in his eyes, you always would be.

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Walking into the gala, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, gripping and pawing at you, kissing you constantly. Though, he could see something was wrong. Was this gala too much for you? Did you want to go home early? He wouldn’t have complained.  

“You alright baby?” He asked as another award was announced. 

“Fine,” you sighed, staring into your plate of food as you just moved the mashed potatoes around. 

“Baby,” He placed his hand on your thigh, grabbing your attention. “Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing.”

Derek frowned. You weren’t usually one for keeping things from him. “Baby-”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you announced to the table, and stood up. You avoided Derek’s concerned eyes and he got up to follow you. 

“How’s the weather up there?” A drunk asshole asked you and he saw the way your face subtly contorted into upset, trying to hide tears. 

He saw red.  

His eyes darkened and his fists balled at his sides. “You wanna say that again?”

The drunk asshole sobered slightly after seeing the seriousness on Derek’s face. 

“Derek it’s fine-” you pleaded, wanting to sink into the floor. 

“No it’s fucking not. Say it again.”

David and Aaron got up from the table, stalking over before Derek swung at the guy. 

They were too late. 

“Derek!” You shouted as the other two pulled him off the man. Other tables were starting to stare and you felt perpetually worse. You should’ve just worn flats. 

“You can shut up next time, yeah?” Derek jeered at the bleeding man as Aaron and David held him back.

“Calm down,” Aaron ordered cooly, and Derek instantly pulled himself out of their arms,brushing them off. 

“I’m calm,” he said. He was not calm. No one got to insult his girl. 

“Can we just go home?” You whispered through shaky breaths. Derek’s attention was all on you.

“Of course we can.”

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The drive home was silent, his hand on your thigh as you attempted to calm down. 

Derek was wracking his brain for why you’d been off all night but came up empty. 

What was wrong?

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You kicked off your shoes, practically running to the bathroom and locking it behind you. Derek sighed to himself as he set down the keys, deciding to grab himself a beer. 

You took off your makeup, your dress, and showered, trying to wash your insecurities away. You knew you were pretty, you knew Derek loved you the way you were. 

Sometimes insecurities just get the better of you.  

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You sheepishly walked into your bedroom and saw Derek on the bed, waiting for you. 

“Can we talk?” He asked and you nodded slowly. “What’s wrong?”

And with that, the floodgates opened. You pushed your face into his chest, crying against him as he comforted you. “I just… I know I’m ‘pretty’ and all but… sometimes I just-”

“Hey, you are pretty, so goddamn pretty baby,” he smiled at you and it eased some of the hurt in you. “But I get that you don’t always feel like it, which is fine too, y’know why?”

“Why?” You snuffled out, looking up at him through running mascara.

“Because I can alway remind you, my pretty girl,” he smirked, and sealed his statement with a kiss. 

You felt better, knowing you had someone who loved you no matter what. 

It’s not like Derek minded, he was so head over heels for you you could’ve had two heads and he wouldn't have cared. You were his.

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ok i don’t know if it’s just me who gets really giggly when it’s late at night but imagine laying in bed with lando and you’re just rambling about smth so stupid that it ends with you two just giggling at nothing. like getting full on stomach cramps from laughing but there wasn’t even anything funny to begin with

anon u and i are the SAME! once its past midnight i always end up becoming a victim of the late night sillies 💔

1:30 am | ln4

you knew you were up too late when you nearly tripped over the loose edge of the blanket you and lando had been sharing on your way back to the couch, and when he had caught you before you could hit your head or anything, you started laughing.

“oh, no,” he’d groaned dramatically. “got the late night giggles already, huh?”

“uh-uh,” you shook your head, even though him saying the words “late night giggles” was enough to make laughter start bubbling up in your throat again.

something always shifted in you when the clock struck a certain hour at night, and lando had only been witness to it a handful of times before you moved in together.

now, you’d managed to get through the rest of the movie the two of you were watching without laughing, even if it meant biting your lip hard and refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend. it was bad enough feeling his eyes on you every time he wanted to see your reaction to something that happened on the tv. making eye contact would just take you out entirely for no reason whatsoever.

which is why you think you’ve successfully avoided making a fool of yourself when you’re both finally laying in bed with the lights out at the fine hour of 1:30 in the morning.

“you’re so far away,” lando grumbles, dragging your body into his so his one arm is around your shoulders and your face is nestled in his neck.

“better?” you ask, smiling when he shivers as your lips brush his skin.

“mhmm.” he’s quiet for a moment, running his fingers up and down your arm. “you’re gonna come to miami, right?”

“yeah, if you want me to.”

“what kind of question is that, babe?” he cranes his neck in a way that tells you he’s fixing you with a judgy look even though you can’t see each other.

you shrug, feeling the giggles building up again for no reason whatsoever. “i dunno.”

“obviously i want you there, why wouldn’t i?”

“i dunno,” you repeat. “it’s miami. maybe you just wanna party with all your homies.” and just like that, you’re laughing again.

“oh dear god, here we go,” he sighs, pressing his lips together to repress his own laughter as your body shakes against his. “my homies? when have i ever referred to any of my mates as my ‘homie’?”

he sounds so incredulous that you laugh even harder. “oh, you’re so british! i can’t call them your mates, lan. it sounds too weird.”

“so homies is the word you went with? why can’t you be normal and just say my friends?”

“why can’t you be normal and say your friends?” you shoot back, and that does lando in.

“it’s not funny,” he tries to admonish, and it’s entirely true, but it’s a moot point when you can barely understand him through his laughter.

“stop laughing then!”

“you stop!”

naturally, that makes you both laugh harder still, to the point where you have to roll away from him, clutching your stomach from how badly all the laughing is making it hurt.

“i can’t breathe,” lando gasps from behind you.

“stop laughing,” you repeat. “you’re killing me.”

“i think i’m dying,” he continues like he didn’t hear you, and he honestly might not have because your face is half shoved into your pillow in your attempts to stifle yourself.

a few more minutes go by of the two of you absolutely losing your minds before you’re finally able to catch your breath.

“ow,” you whine, holding your stomach. “i think i just grew a six pack.”

“i think mine just became ten times more defined,” lando says, voice raspy from all the exertion on his vocal chords.

“ooh, lemme feel.”

“absolutely not, because you’re going to tickle me,” he grabs your wrist out of thin air. “i know your tricks, baby. i’ve laughed more than enough tonight thanks to you.”

“not my fault you’re weird and british.”

“i love you,” he says sweetly, pulling you back towards him and kissing your forehead. “now’s where you say, ‘i love you too.’”

“i love you too,” you reply dutifully, blindly reaching for his face so you can kiss him properly. “even though you’re weird and british.”

he kisses you again. “i thought it was especially because i’m weird and british.”

you snuggle into his side, now thoroughly exhausted. “please don’t make me laugh more, lan.”

you both know he’s right, of course, but you usually need to have the last word, so he lets you get away with it. he does love you, after all, even though you had him in stitches over nothing at 1:30 in the morning.

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note: this was sooo self indulgent, like i was laughing as i wrote this because the term “homies” is so silly to me for some reason. also helped me test my dialogue skills!! n e wayz…

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me coming onto tumblr everyday and checking the lando norris x reader tag

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dancing with your ghost * cl16

the ghost of your relationship lingers in your old apartment, reminding you of what's lost

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

notes: today, i got an anon ask asking if i was allergic to happiness so this one is dedicated to u babes,, i'm doubling down

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there is something different about the air in the kitchen when you walk in. your heart hits the floor. it takes a minute to realise why you’ve avoided this room the entire time you’ve been back home in new york.

upon your move to los angeles to kickstart your career, you’d left the apartment vacant until you were ready to face the truth. that you’d now fallen out of the relationship you once poured your entire self into.

you rest your head on the door frame, watching your entire relationship unfold in visions in this tiny apartment, once shared with the person you now know nothing about.

you stood over the counter and charles held you from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder. “please be careful,” he hummed sweetly, “the knife is so big and we can’t have another er trip. we can’t afford it.”

you laughed and threw your head back on his shoulder. you looked up at him with an overwhelming warmth in your chest. “well, it would be hard to make dinner with a smaller knife,” you giggled along with him.

charles pressed a tender kiss on your shoulder before he pulled away. you remember looking over your shoulder as you chased for his warmth — you’d never gotten used to the cold of new york — and he just smiled at you as he poured himself a glass of water. “i just don’t want you to get hurt.”

his smile reached his eyes and at the time, you knew that he clearly felt the same way. you often wonder when that started to change.

when did he start lying when he’d say he loves you, or when did the spark in his eyes when looking at you disappear? had you truly been so blind to not notice that he started to spite you eventually?

you remember the kitchen used to be the brightest room in your apartment, always complaining about how hard it was to cook once the sun had set. one day, charles made his way out and got you white lights to ease your difficulty.

you look at it now and it is barely recognisable. two out of the five lights are no longer working and one flickers above your head.

you can hear echoes of giggling in the back of your head. you turn around and your attention is immediately caught by the piano at the far end of the room. you hear the melodies hang in the air like they’d always been stuck there, cursed to never be heard by the masses after you’d pushed it into a box in your mind.

you drag your feet over to the piano, dimly lit by one of the salt lamps you and charles had gotten at a market one sleepless night. you lift the cover with a sigh. you run your fingers over the keys carefully, as if afraid that it would crumble along with the bittersweet memories of hours spent sitting in the seat that came with it.

charles found you sitting here on one of your sleepless nights, aimlessly playing around with a melody that had been bugging you all day. you laughed when you noticed him stalking you from the small crack of your bedroom door pulled open.

“i’m sorry,” you frowned, “did i wake you with all of this?”

“no,” he shook his head with a smile and his arms folded over his chest. he walked over to you. “please, don’t let me interrupt. i loved that.”

you sighed and slumped your shoulders as a blush crept up your cheeks. “that’s all i currently have. i’ve been stuck here all day.”

he hummed and rested his arms on your shoulders and bore his eyes onto the monotonous keys of the piano you shared. “you say that all the time, but you eventually figure it out.”

“can you help me?” you prompted. you lifted your fingers from the keys and wrapped them around his hands, turning slightly to press a kiss to the back of his hand. “you’re the only one i trust that wouldn’t ruin the melody.”

“my help with another song?” he teased, scrunching his nose. “i might have to start charging you for my services.”

you laughed as he squeezed himself next to you in the tiny seat. composing melodies with charles wasn’t a foreign practice, spending most of your sleepless nights sitting around the piano as you try to spurt lyrics out to match a melody.

you almost start to feel bad for your neighbours who had to endure several nights of this behaviour. hushed giggles under the influence of wine with poorly composed melodies begging to be put to rest with your string of words.

“i was thinking something like this to continue would be good,” charles hummed, wrapping an arm around you to get to the further end of the piano.

on the top of the piano and a pile of sheet music with tiny doodles in different coloured ink. you pick it up with a smile, a work-in-progress title is written in big block letters in charles’s handwriting with a small heart in the corner.

you remember well working on this song together. you wonder if that was when it started to all fall apart. if that was when charles had started growing to slightly despise you.

you start to go sift through the pile of papers. all of these songs will probably never see the light of day — even thinking of them just hurt — except for that one song.

that one song that started playing on the radio after you’d released it with crossed fingers and all of the hope in the world. you turn around and look at the living room, remembering the way you’d scrambled to move the furniture around when you heard a familiar melody filling the empty air of your apartment.

charles had insisted you celebrate with a mini dance party.

he pushed the table and the couch back, grabbing your hand as he started moving to the beat. though, you could argue that a ballad is not the type of song you throw your head back and dance along to.

but he somehow made it possible.

the million versions of that song only exist in your head and hopefully his: the ballad, the pop, the alternate version and the version with the different set of lyrics.

you can then suddenly hear the slamming of doors the night that things started to blow up. you hated it — you remember thinking that you could change his mind as he packed his things into a bag. not all of his things, which is what frustrates you even more to this day.

he could have at least shown you some decency by taking all of his things after having decided that he can’t do it anymore. you look around the living room and there are still remnants of charles everywhere.

his reason? he despises the success you’ve managed to find without him; the new world you’ve seemingly built and left him behind. and because of it, he finds it difficult not to be jealous of you — to not hate you.

it still stings to this day.

“i don’t love you anymore,” charles said in a tired sigh after your back-and-forth screaming. “i didn’t want to have to say it, but it seems like that’s the only thing that will put a stop to this.”

“to what?” you asked, hearing your heart shatter in your chest.

“to you asking me to stay! i don’t want to stay!” he explained with a dry laugh. he watched as tears filled your eyes as you slowly processed his words. “i tried to see if it was a mistake that i feel this way, but i can’t… i– i don’t love you anymore.”

it was difficult to climb as an aspiring classical musician. it’s such a niche market that watching your career, as a popstar, made it difficult to not let the resentment get the best of him.

charles had reached out a few weeks ago, through his personal assistant, inquiring if you’d ever release the songs you’d written together. he’d received a simple no from you personally, written with a bitter scoff while you sipped on some seltzer after a concert.

you wonder if he would do anything with the arrangements you’d spent creating together.

you see the ghost of your relationship tangled on the couch, sickeningly lost in the magic of the early stages of your time together.

“we’re going to make it,” charles whispered in your ear as he mimicked a sign with his hands. “you’ll be performing sold-out concerts, releasing music that people want to hear… and i’ll be the idiot at the sideline watching you like a lovesick fool.”

“no,” you laughed, shaking your head. “you’ll be my classical musician boyfriend. the best of its kind, better than mozart, perhaps?”

“nonsense!”

that had turned to you sitting on opposite ends of the couch with your head in your hands. charles sat in silence with his staggered breathing taking over the room.

“i’m sorry,” he sighed. “i didn’t want it to end this way.”

“i just don’t understand,” you croaked out, your voice cracking, “you said you loved me this morning when i left the apartment. so, you lied.”

charles dropped his head. “i still do, but… with the way it’s going… it’s not ending well.”

and that’s the last conversation you had with him. he’d left your shared apartment shortly after that, taking your prolonged silence as a cue for him to leave.

he’s dead to you now, along with all of the bittersweet memories you’d spent together in this very apartment. which is what you’d flown back to new york for — to pack it all up and get your things. you’re finally letting the apartment go along with all of the hatred you’ve got for charles.

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[bibissparkles]

It makes me happy when they listen

[bibissparkles]

when the autism is being an actual mental health problem instead of making me obsess over fictional characters again: