#look at how Charles is trying to get Pierre's attention from his car.

[forelsketparadise]

#pierre gasly #charles leclerc #piarles #pairles crumbs #they need to give us the fruity trucks back and let them be gay #look at how Charles is trying to get Pierre's attention from his car. #he wante to be besides Pierre and not in a separate car #remember miami were he was upset that Pierre's car only seated one? #also i bet they interacted after their media was over and gave him a public congratulations #the private was reserved for later

[starkwlkr]

hi babe!! love your dad!Charles ideass!! ABSOLUTELY MY EVERYDAY READ!! anyway if you don’t mind, can you make where ruby is jealous of her little sister/brother because her parents give too much attention to him/her and she thinks they forget her.

why not me? | charles leclerc

am i using a mitski lyric as the title? yes. i also got another request similar except uncle pierre makes an appearance

request: Hi! You should do a baby Leclerc one shot where she tells Pierre she’s going to live w him since they had the baby and she thinks they’ve forgotten her

Mathéo was crying too much, that’s what Ruby thought. She didn’t really understood why he even cried. Y/n always fed him, changed his diaper and even called him sweet names to comfort him. Years ago, Ruby was in Mathéo’s position, but now she was older and she didn’t like being pushed to the side.

Ruby was in her playroom. She was coloring in her Barbie book when she heard Mathéo cry. Charles was away for another race so it was just Y/n with her children in their home. Ruby ignored the crying baby since Y/n was taking care of him and continued coloring in. Once she was done, she put down her crayon and walked into Mathéo’s nursery where she found her mother attempting to calm the baby down. Y/n looked stressed, she probably slept about three hours since Mathéo didn’t want to sleep so he cried all night long.

“Mama, look! You’re not looking! I colored Barbie! I want to show grand-mére, can you take a picture and send it to her?” Ruby showed her work proudly.

“Give me a second, Ruby, your brother needs me right now.” Y/n adjusted the baby in her arms.

Ruby watched as her mother held the baby close to her. She felt jealous, she’ll admit that. They went four years with Ruby as their only child and suddenly Mathéo came. Now she had to share everything, especially the love and attention from her parents, uncles, aunts and most importantly, her grand-mére.

“Can you take a picture now?”

“Ruby, I can’t, I’m taking care of your brother.” Y/n sighed as Mathéo continued crying.

“But you always take care of him!”

Ruby ran out of the room nearly in tears. She decided that her parents didn’t need her, not since the new baby arrived. She ran to the living room and saw her mother’s phone on the kitchen counter. She knew she was still on a phone ban but she picked it up and unlocked it. She clicked on the messages icon and saw pierre’s name. She opened up the messages and typed out one of her own.

Y/n

uncle peair can i c ome live wiht you ?

She hit send and waited for a response. Luckily for her, pierre wasn’t busy.

Pierre

what’s wrong, my little ruby?

Y/n

mama do es not love m e

Pierre

Of course she does.

Y/n

No

I want to live wiht u and ki ka

Ruby didn’t get a response back from Pierre. She immediately thought that Pierre was already on his way to pick her up. What she didn’t know was that Pierre has shown the messages to Charles.

Suddenly Y/n’s phone started ringing with Charles’ contact name appearing on the screen. Ruby took the phone to her mother and then ran back to her room.

“Hey, you okay?” Y/n said when she answered the call. She put the call on speaker since she was about to change Mathéo’s diaper.

“I’m okay. But Pierre just received some messages from Ruby. They came from your phone.” Charles explained so Y/n checked her texts and saw what Ruby had typed to the Frenchman.

“Oh, Ruby.” Y/n sighed. “She was trying to show me her coloring book and Mathéo was crying. I’ll talk to her.”

“Give her kisses for me, I’ll be home soon. Let me know how it goes.” Charles said then Y/n hung up.

After changing Mathéo, Y/n carried him to Ruby’s room where she was all snuggled up with blankets in her bed watching ‘Cars’ on her iPad.

“Ruby, papa told me that you sent uncle pierre some messages. You want to live with uncle pierre and kika?” Y/n entered the room and sat on her daughter’s bed.

“Yes and he’s already on his way.” She said confidently.

“Well uncle pierre lives in Italy and papa and i would miss you so much.” Y/n said.

“No you wouldn’t! You have the baby.” Ruby replied.

“Ruby, papa and i love you and the baby so much. You’re my special little girl and Mathéo is my special little boy. You were the one who made me a mama. You know before you were born, I thought I was never going to be able to have children and then you came. That’s why you’re my special little girl, Ruby Jules.”

“Am I papa’s special girl too?” She asked curiously.

“You’ve always been, baby. He was so excited to meet you. He cried so many times but don’t tell him I told you.” Y/n chuckled when she saw Ruby laugh at the thought of her papa crying.

“So you still love me?”

“Ruby Jules, we never stopped loving you.”

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #cl16 x reader #ferrari #baby leclerc series

[leclercsfilm]

but i'll know, i'll know

this is all fanfiction, all fake!!! no hate towards charlotte or alexandra (if that's her name idk). this is purely for fun and please don't be rude to me or insult me. thank you. <333 also, i checked grammar so i think it's fine? word count: 873 (i can't write more ig)

summary: because of your friendship with charles, his significant other wants you out of his life. (angst)

charles leclerc x female!reader

another bad race for ferrari. charles crushed into a wall and carlos got a penalty. you watch the race on your phone, hopping to see charles while he is exiting the car. it hurts not being there for him in times like this but you know he is in a good hands.

maybe you are blaming on your little 'something different' that you feel towards him, but you feel your eyes filling with tears. ever since his new relationship, you had mixed feelings on both of them. he started calling less, and every time you see each other, his girlfriend made sure that the meeting lasts only couple of minutes.

you are still in touch with arthur, your other friend you made while watching your brother go karting with charles. you were all pretty close until you weren't. that's how it is supposed to be.

charles new girlfriend saw you as a threat, and you understand her. insecure with you along side him (even if you only see each other on races or on a reunions), or media attention and their stupid tabloids.

since age 10, this is all you knew. it hurts you that you can't be part of this.

you had a slight crush on charles when you first met, but that feeling got lost somewhere until he broke up with the previous girlfriend.

he was a mess, and you were his comfort. not only you, but there was pierre, lando, arthur, carlos, isa, kika.... everybody was there for him.

he accidentally kissed you, and he apologized 330430 times for that. but that woke up something in you. since then you were always confused around him, trying  not to blush or to be awkward enough for him to notice.

he did. he did notice. and when his girl said that he should stay away from you, he realized that it was probably for the best. he was also confused, but he had her by his side. he needs to be with her and devote his mind and soul to his girlfriend, not to wonder and question the situation with you. this was an easy way out.

you got up and started to look for something to eat. it was a mess of a day and you need to refresh yourself with something. distracting yourself.

while making food, you realize that the sun is not out anymore and that it is 8 p.m. you got your laptop and started to look up for netflix. just when you were trying to find where you left on 'friends' your phone started ringing.

without looking at it, you just picked it up.

'hallo?'

'y/n?'- a famous voice just started breathing into the phone

'charles? is everything alright?' - mutter while praying to God above that everything is fine

'yeah.... i just wanted to hear you for a bit...' - he sounded tired

'sure.. um, what now?' - confused as always, you said the first thing that came to your mind

'did you watched the race? it was pretty shit to be honest. im still shaking a little bit.'

'yes i watched it. sure it was a rough day for you'- you said while looking at the netflix which is infornt of you. you can't even calm yourself down.

'where is....she? is she with you? is there arthur or someone who can be with you?'

'no.... no really. im in bathroom. i had to escape somehow. arthur is waiting for me to get out. she was not even here. we had a fight last week.' - he sounded defeated. with his sigh, the silence got her way.

'im sorry to hear it charles. have you been drinking?' - you were worried about him, you think it never stopped.

'a little bit, yes. but im fine.'

'why are you calling me charles?' - you added

'i don't know why everytime im tipsy or drunk, i think of you. im sorry i couldn't defend you. i still think of our childhood, im sorry for throwing it away... i got scared, i got confused.. it was easier to run....'

charles cried, choking on his tears. your eyes watered as well, and you had to take a deep breath to hold back from crying out loud.

'you know... sometimes...no,no... almost always i have memories overwhelming me. it hurts so bad because you where always in every segment of my childhood, part of it. you were asking too much of me. i can't forget you...' - you cried out, while you wipe your tears.

'im sorry y/n. im so sorry. i don't know what i feel towards you. it not just friendship. i think we could be more. but we can't... and you know it. maybe this is just a process of healing... of forgetting.' - he tired to be collected. he really did. he needed to find a reason.

'well... it was nice to hear you charles. take care of yourself. don't be harsh to yourself..' - with that, you ended the call.

closing your laptop, you finally let emotions to control you. you finally let out frustrations and your tears. your memories with him no one can change or make disappear. you'll always know and remember him, but you'll never know what you two could be.

well, this was painful for me to read, im so sorry. i wish i was better. :( please, remember that english is not my first language and that i've created this account to fix my mistakes and my grammar. please do not insult me and make fun of me. love you <3

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #formula 1 #c16 #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Checo Perez with wife reader? He had some insecurity about his abilities to race against the grid and she just hugged and comforted him. Add something else to it if you want to. Tag me later Thanks!! :))

The pressure is insane… - Sergio Perez x Wife! Reader

Plot: Checo replacing Alex was probably the best thing to happen to him in his Formula One career. However, so much pressure comes from being in that second Red Bull seat, not just the team but the fans too, and Checo doesn’t like the pressure on him.

Credit to checorita for the GIF

When Checo came into the seat, and performance wasn’t great, people in the team told him it would be fine and to keep his head up because everyone knew he was getting used to how different the Red Bull Car is thanks to Max’s driving style.

But at it came to his second season, and it didn’t seem like things were improving much, Christian kept talking to him, explaining what was expected of him as if he hadn’t already informed him over 100 times.

He was just struggling with a car that was clearly built for their main driver, which is why Pierre crumbled under pressure and it’s why they couldn’t put up with Alex when he didn’t learn the car quick enough for them.

The gave Checo the benefit of the doubt throughout 2022, but when Red Bulls most dominant season came around it was without a doubt that your husband had to step up.

And in your eyes he had, getting two race wins under his belt, but he wasn’t consistent enough for Christian and it seemed that he wanted Checo to be actually challenging Max more.

It got worse when the Ferrari and McLaren started to beat him despite being in the worse car, and it was deemed a ‘driver issue’

Sergio felt awful, for a man who had been racing for as long as he had, he never felt doubtful of his abilities to put on a show and drive to the best of his ability.

But now, in the Red Bull seat, he actually understood the words ‘under pressure’ because he was under it constantly.

“Baby what’s wrong with you, you’ve been jittery all week” you ask your husband who was currently watching over some of his old races with a notepad.

“Hmmm?” He asks not even throwing a glance in your direction.

You knew he wasn’t listening.

“Well I just think that when aliens invade Earth that we should have a bunker ready and prepared so that you and I can help create a new civilisation after the government kill them all …” you say trying to grab a reaction from him.

“Hmmm yeah that’s really nice” he starts but then he looks up and his head cocks to the side as if his brain just processed the words you said. “Wait what?” He asks.

You chuckle and little bit happy to have his attention.

“I just wanted to see if you were listening, I asked what’s been up with you lately” you say softly, taking a seat next to him, reaching over to grab the remote and pause the race he was observing so his full attention was on you.

“Nothing wrong, I’m fine” he lies.

“Hermoso, we’ve been married for 6 years, I know when somethings up” you smile taking his hand into yours and kissing the back of it softly while watching for his reaction.

“I just … nevermind it’s stupid” he sighs looking down.

“None of your feelings are stupid baby, please let me in” you say calmly.

“I just feel like, I’m so singled out on the grid. You’ve got so many amazing drivers and then there’s me. Lewis is a 7x world champion, and and Max my own team mate has won 2, and he’s probably going to win this year by a landslide and then there’s Fernando again he has two championships, and then you’ve got all this new talent in Lando, and Charles and Carlos and now that Oscar is here, it’s getting tough” he admits and you softly smile at him.

“Where have all these doubts come from honey?” You ask, you knew he didn’t think he was the best driver, but he never once compared his abilities to individual drivers.

“Christian said that if I didn’t improve he’d replace me with Yuki, Liam or Daniel and that i might not even get a AlphaTauri seat as a replacement” he says putting his face in his hands with a soft sigh.

You pull him into a hug in which he nuzzles his head into your neck.

You are an incredible driver, there’s just such an insane amount of talent on the grid right now, you being one of them. World champion or not baby, your still one of only 20 drivers in the world that are here! Your a race winner and I’m so proud of everything you’ve done. You are incredible” you smile wrapping your arms around him while you feel him shake a little, presumably where he’s crying.

“Im just awful at it all. Driving, being a husband … you’ve been asking for a baby for 3 years and I keep telling you no because I’m so career focused but I can’t even seem to be good at that career” he complains and you almost laugh.

“Oh honey, I think you forget you are without a doubt the best thing that’s ever happened to me, child or no child. And where you aren’t ready because your at a point in your career that is crucial, I’ll always understand that darling. You are all I need, you are all I want. And I married you because I’m happy with you” you say tightening your hold on him.

“You know, I would never not be ready to have a kid. If you want one, we can have one. I’d never say no” he argues wiping his eyes and looking at you, only for you to release a breath of relief.

“Thank god, that night in Saudi Arabia really stuck” you admit and he cocks his head to the side not understanding. You take his hand and place it on your stomach, there wasn’t much of a bump, but a slight and minuscule weight gain was there. Enough that when he run his hand over your tummy he could feel it.

“Are you saying?” He asks and you nod.

“I know, I know it’s not the right time because your so stressed and I’ve been so nervous to tell you because I know you’ve had a lot on your plate since being in Red Bull and it was such a shock to me” you start to ramble thinking you should have waited.

“No this is the best news ever! This has made my day, my week, my year even!” He smiles before lifting you up and twirling you round.

“I love you” he says pulling you in for a kiss, happy with life.

And now he didn’t have anything to worry about, as long as he was able to provide for you and your child or children in the future he knew he could handle the pressure because now there was something else riding on it!

A/N: hey guys I didn’t realise tumblr only lets you do 50 tags per post! So I’m not sure what to do about taglist anymore? Any suggestions?

Taglist:

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[silvervioletvalentine]

❣️!something borrowed & something stolen!❣️

Pairing : Charles leclerc X single mom Cherrie!

Word count : 9.2k

Summary : in which he isn’t kidnapping her baby, he’s just borrowing her.

Or in which Charles will do anything to get cherries attention , even if it means borrowing (stealing) her baby without telling her.

Charles was completely oblivious to the matching looks of astonishment and amusement that he was getting from his friends as he pulled his car up on the street, Quickly parking it and getting out.

Daniel and pierre were watching on with equally as wide eyes as he jogged around to the back of the car and opened the door, leaning down and quickly unfastening the two year old from the car seat that he had gotten her. A Ferrari one of course .

Then he carefully picked her small body up and gently placed her on his side as he locked the car up , walking over to them with a casual smile on his pleased face, as though there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary with him showing up to hang out with his friends , with a baby that most definitely was not his, attached to him.

Daniel couldn't help but laugh in amusement while pierre just sighed loudly in disbelief , shaking his head at his friend who just never stopped , no matter how much trouble he was going to get himself into.

"What have I told you about kidnapping cherries baby? This is not the way to get her to like you Charles!" Pierre scolded him , exasperated with him and his more than slightly concerning ways to get the woman's attention on him.

Charles just frowned at him, offended , as he rocked the giggling toddler from side to side while she got her hands stuck in his hair and started to pull on it hard enough that it made him wince .

Side eyeing the two year old and realising that Lola had completely gotten her strength from cherrie, her little fists were unmovable as he tried to stop her from ripping out his hair and making him go bald .

That was not a look that he wanted to have.

"It's not kidnapping!" He denied uncaringly as he began to walk over to the colourful shop at the end of the street where he had specifically asked for his friends to meet him there.

Daniel smirked a little , struggling to contain his laughter as they followed after him into the ice cream shop, both of them sharing a look between each other behind Charles back.

"Does Cherrie know that you've taken Lola mate?" Daniel asked him knowingly .

Grinning broadly at the way Charles hesitated for a moment in front of them , looking sheepishly down at the baby in his arms bedore casually shrugging his shoulders.

"She was busy in the garage with the rest of the team, they're trying to fix something before the race and poor little Lola was just.." he smiled down at the baby, bopping her nose in adoration "stuck with her assistant bored out of her little mind. So I'm getting her some ice cream!" He told them happily as he pushed open the door and stepped inside the ice cream shop without even waiting for them to catch up.

He carefully put Lola down onto her feet, still holding onto her hands above her head as he waddled them over to the counter that displayed all the different flavours of ice cream .

Lola immediately jumping up and down excitedly as she let out a high pitched screech of happiness, eyes going wide at the sight of all the different ice cream choices in front of her.

"That is kidnapping Charles!" Pierre stated, in shock by how little he cared about literally stealing Lola away.

Unafraid of the consequences that he was definitely going to face when Cherrie found out what he had done ... again.

This not being the first time that Charles had casually picked up her baby and wandered off with her without even telling her .

Leaving Cherrie to go absolutely ballistic on him when she found them having the time of their life together, Charles just grinning at her with hearts in his eyes , as though her being angry at him was the best thing he had ever witnessed in his life.

But it got her to speak to him.

Well, shout at him…

but it was better than the usual ignoring his existence that she did. So determine not to pay him any mind or give him any chance of being her friend or something more , Charles had resorted to other , more questionable measures to get her to come to him.

Like stealing her two year old baby.

Was it a slightly wrong way to go about his long standing crush on his teammate? Yes.

Did he care? Not at all.

Was he desperate for her attention? Also yes.

Plus no matter how much Cherrie claimed to hate him and that was she unable to stand the mere sight of him, little Lola was the complete opposite .

Her baby loved Charles and Charles loved her baby.

He had watched her grow from this tiny little thing , all swaddled in blankets and unable to even say a single word, only gargling and screeching at them loudly . To this perfect little toddler with a big mouth like her mother, sassy and adorable.

It always made Charles's day when he got to see her: and vice versa. Which was why he kept kidnapping her so that he could spend time with Lola while he also waited for her mother to come after him in a whirlwind of fury .

He loved it.

"It's not kidnapping!" Charles was adamant about it as he knelt down beside the two year old and smiled down at her, Lola slapping her hands against the screen happily.

"... I'm just borrowing her. Cherrie will have her back in a couple of hours. I mean, look how happy she is! Do you want strawberry?" He started talking in a baby voice to the two year old as he gently tapped the glass where the tub of strawberry ice cream was being showcased.

Lola wiggled in her spot, dancing excitedly as she rapidly nodded her little head . "Stwarberry! And choco! With sprwinkles!" She shouted happily , slapping at Charles arm over and other again.

Making Charles chuckle at how Cherrie did the exact same thing. Only usually it wasn't because she was happy with him, he usually got a slap when she was absolutely pissed at something else he had done to her attention.

"You mean you want strawberry and chocolate." He corrected her gently knowing that she was still struggling to say certain words right.

He had only just gotten her to correctly say his name after Lola has wandered around calling him "Carls." For months because he finally got her to say Charles perfectly .

"Although I'm not sure about the sprinkles lolly. Your mother might actually kill me if I let you get hyper. You don't sleep much as it is.." he mused more to himself as he warily eyed the tub of sprinkles that Lola was determined to have ontop of her ice cream.

With a temper just like Cherrie, Lola stomped her foot and glared up at him unhappily. Making him wince at how earily similar their 'don't fucking try me Charles' looks were .

He had never seen a two year old look so intimidating.

Glancing over his shoulder to see Daniel and pierre snickering at him as he got stared down by the toddler.

"Sprinkles Charles. No say no!" She pouted at him, batting her big eyes at him like she had seen her mother do to people when she wanted to get her own way.

And just like with Cherrie, the big eyes and pouty face worked on Charles . Immediate turning to the counter and ordering her a small , strawberry and Chocolate ice cream with sprinkles .

Sighing in defeat "okay. You need to be good though because if you bounce off the walls after this your mother will bounce me off the walls with her fists okay?" He told the oblivious two year old firmly , Lola having absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

His friends did. Having witnessed the last time that Charles has stupidly let Lola drink from his energy drink.

The toddler had gone absolutely mental with energy . And he had been left to face a furious Cherrie who has threatened to take him off the track if he ever did it again.

It has been a long night but Charles had made it up to her by letting himself into her apartment and looking after Lola on her sugar rush all night while Cherrie got some sleep.

"This really isn't going to get her to fall in love with you man. Pissing her off is not the way to do it." Daniel informed him snickering while they all headed over to a booth once they had gotten their ice creams.

Charles just frowned at him as he carefully slid Lola into the seat beside him , the two year old already shovelling them ice cream into her mouth like it was a race.

"I've tried being nice and sweet but that didn't work! She still ignored me! I even got her flowers but nothing! Not even a smile for me!" He complained to them, absentmindedly grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping at Lola's messy face with it, shaking his head at her fondly as he watched her smear the ice cream all over her face, not giving a single fuck in the world .

"Mommy doesn't like flowers. She sneezes ." Lola mumbled around her spoon, not even looking at him.

Daniel laughed "well done Charles. Even the baby knows better!" He joked, wiggling his eyebrows at the two year old making her giggle at him.

Charles looked at Lola curiously , cocking a brow at her . "What does she like then? Ben used to her get her flowers all the time but I didn't hear her complain then.." he trailed off a little.

Already scowling at the mere thought of her ex boyfriend Ben who he had not been fond of in the slightest.

It wasn't that there was something wrong with the guy. He was sort of okay. But Charles merely hated him because he had what he wanted the most in life,

Cherrie.

Charles had also pettily made sure to kidnap Lola a lot more whenever he was around. To make sure that the toddler didn't get attached to another man that wasn't him.

Charles had a step by step plan to what his future held and what he wanted. In his plan there was just him, Cherrie and Lola. Nobody else and he would like to keep it that way while he painstakingly worked on getting Cherrie to come around to the idea of giving him a chance to prove himself to her that he was the one she needed.

Not Ben.

Charles.

Lola side eyed him.

The poor baby already used to hearing Charles go on and on about her mother , having been strapped in the car seat with nothing else to do than listen to the ferarri driver tell her that Cherrie was the love of his life. Talking to her about his woes as though she had any clue to what he was going on about.

She didn't but she liked Charles and she wanted her mother to be with him him because they made each other smile a lot.

And she also liked that Charles let her do whatever she wanted too.

He gave her toys and ice cream and took her to Disneyland on her last birthday. So she wanted him to stay.

"Mommy said that you're annoying.." she told him what she had overheard Cherrie say while talking on the phone to her friend .

"And that you're really lucky that you have a cute face." She revealed , unknowingly throwing her mother right under the bus.

Daniel and pierre laughed loudly at the toddlers gossiping.

Meanwhile Charles felt hope light up his whole face, beaming over at the two year old who was too busy scooping ice cream into her mouth to care about his feelings.

"Really? What else has she said about me?" He wanted to know. Nudging her little shoulder impatiently when she just continued to stuff her face. "Come on! What else?"

Lola huffed loudly and let out a long groan , squinting her eyes at him .

“You are annoying. Mummy was right." Was all she muttered at him before ignoring him in favour of her ice cream again.

Charles gaped at her attitude , blinking a couple of times in shock bedore glancing over at his giggling friends .

"You see this? She's a replica of Cherrie! Both of them like to crush my heart into tiny pieces!" He dramatically exclaimed.

Side eyeing the toddler back , pursing his lips at her. Knowing that her sass was absolutely cherries doing.

"You used to be so nice! What happened Lola? Meany." He took away her now empty ice cream cup and slid over what was left of his own to her, lifting up his phone to take a quick picture of the mess she had made all over her face. Grinning to him himself when she just blinked up at him unimpressed .

Lola just sighed and ignored him some more.

"Ouch." Pierre laughed loudly , grinning over at Charles in amusement .

"Like mother like daughter. Neither like you. And both ignoring you. How did you manage that?" He giggled At his expense .

Charles leant back into the booth with a huff , rolling his eyes at them.

"They do like me. They're just afraid to show it.. plus I took you to the zoo last week Lola. You have to like me." He reminded the toddler , giving her a look.

Lola paused for a moment before slowly nodding her head . "I Like you. Mommy thinks your weird because you won't leave her alone. But I heard her telling grandma that she likes you.. when you're not annoying her." She rambled to him .

Before reaching over and casually grabbing pierres tub of ice cream , pulling it over to her without even asking .

Pierre gasped at her with wide eyes , looking between Daniel and Charles in disbelief .

“You've turned her into a thief too charles! See! You're a bad influence . You steal her and now she thinks it's okay to steal my ice cream!" He exclaimed , trying to tug his ice cream cup back from her.

Lola just slapped at his hand and pulled it even further away from him, giggling loudly as she stuck out her tongue at him childishly .

Charles payed pierre no mind. Still amazed by what Lola had just told him casually .

His smile growing "she talks to her mum about me?" He sighed happily , a dazed grin on his face as he leant his face in his hands like a lovesick kid.

"She loves me. I know she does.." he said proudly just as his phone started to ring, a picture of him, Cherrie and Lola at Disneyland wearing matching much mouse hats popping up on his screen.

Daniel snorted "he's about to find out how much she loves him. Put it on speaker mate. I wanna hear you get told off like a naughty kid!" He said grinning.

Charles hesitated before answering the phone and putting it on loud speaker for them to hear.

Wincing as soon as her furious voice came through the line.

"I'm going to fucking kill you Charles! Where is my baby? I swear to god-" she couldn't even finish her threat to what she was going to do to him.

Pacing up and down the room as she ignored the amused look that her assistant was giving her, rubbing a hand over her face stressfully as she looked over at lola's backpack that was left behind. Having expected to find her baby right where she had left her when she got back.

She should have known that wouldn't have been possible when Charles was around.

He seemed to think that her baby was also his baby and that he was free to take her wherever the hell he wanted without even telling her!

It was a good job that she knew she could trust him to look after Lola. He might have been an annoying little asshole but she knew how much he loved her two year old and that he would never let anything bad happen to her.

But still. A heads up would have been nice and would save the mini heartattack that she got when she turned around to find her baby was missing, again!

"I took her to get ice cream! She was bored and so was I! You were busy! She's very happy with me Cherrie. Aren't you Lola?" He encouraged her daughter to agree with him, nudging her gently.

Lola just giggled mischievously and answered "Charles thinks you love him mommy!" She shouted naughtily . Throwing him right under the bus

Charles went as red as his car as he gasped at the backstabbing two year old in disbelief .

"Lola!" He groaned , covering his face with his hands while his friends giggled at his misfortune .

Cherries voice sounded both amused and unimpressed. "Oh does he? Does Charles also think that me hitting him with my car the next time I see him means that I love him?" She said, smiling despite herself as she ignored her assistants knowing looks that were being sent her way.

Daniel laughed slowly and spoke up "you could hit him with anything and he'd probably thank you for it." He teased his lovesick friend .

He wasn't exactly subtle with his infatuation about his team mate. Everybody and their mother knew how much Charles loved her and worshipped the ground she walked on. Even when half the time Cherrie didn't pay him any attention at all.

She had once told them that she was there to win not make friends .

Charles hasn't listened of course. Determine to make her like him whether she wanted to or not.

Charles glared at him , betrayed. Only to feel even more stabbed in the back when Lola loudly announced "Charles let me have sprinkles too!" To her . Knowing fully well the trouble that she was going to get him in.

Charles looked at her in disbelief "I'm never buying you anything again!" He told her , shaking his head at the little backstabber.

Cherrie gasped "Charles! Why would you do that?! She's going to be hyper all night now and She's supposed to be with the babysitter tonight! I can't believe this!" She shouted at him annoyed .

Knowing that sprinkles made her two year old turn into a absolute nightmare . The chances of getting her to sleep were incredibly slim now.

Charles frowned in confusion. "Why is she having a babysitter? Where are you going tonight?" He questioned her curiously .

Knowing that Cherrie usually hated leaving Lola alone with babysitters , she was the type of woman that don't trust anybody but herself to do everything right .

Besides herself , Charles was the only other person that she genuinely trusted to look after Lola.

Cherrie hesitated for a moment . Clearing her throat a little before finally answering "I er- I have a date . Maria set me up with one of her friends . So.. I obviously can't take Lola with me." She muttered.

Charles felt his face drop, frowning deeply at the thought of Cherrie and some other man on a cute little date together.

That was not apart of his life plan . Not at all.

Even Lola was frowning at the phone, looking up at Charles with wide eyes. "But you love mommy why-" she was about to ask him why he wasn't the one going on a date with her mother.

Charles quickly placed his hand over her mouth and sushed her.

"A date? Where are you going?" He wanted to know. Already coming up with a hundred and one ways to make sure that this guy didn't last for more than a night. Or less than an hour if all went well.

Ignoring the amused yet sympathetic looks that he was getting from Daniel and pierre, he concentrated on cherries voice instead .

Picking at her nails and her own stomach turning at the thought of discussing another man with Charles , for some reason it just didn't feel right.

"Fifth avenue bistro. They do burgers there and cocktails so.." she didn't know what else to say, awkwardly clearing her throat again.

Feeling guilty for some reason, which was just absurd.

She knew that Charles had a little crush on her, it was obvious. But they didn't mean that she owed him anything.

She deserved to go out and have fun, I mean, Charles would get over her at some point right?

She wasn't exactly a sweet princess to him. They bickered all the time and honestly he annoyed her like no other man had annoyed her bedore.

He was an absolute pain in her ass . She was adamant that she felt nothing but annoyance towards him for never leaving her alone.

So why did she feel so bad about going on this date then?

Charles hummed casually , grabbing pierres phone off of him and ignoring his little 'hey!' He quickly typed the exact bistro in onto Google so that he knew which one she was talking about.

"Okay. But I can watch Lola you don't need a babysitter . Me and the guys are heading back to my place anyways to play fifa anyways ." He told her having absolutely no plans of letting Lola stay with a babysitter when he had a perfectly good room in his apartment that she could stay in.

He had already decked it out in everything that a two year old needed.

His place was filled with teddies and toys from all the other times that he had 'borrowed' Lola and hung out with the toddler at his place while Cherrie was busy doing something else.

Cherries eyes widened at his offer, chewing on her lower lip in consideration.

She knew that Lola loved being with Charles and had often babbled away to her about how much fun they had and how Charles let her dress him up as a princess and played tea parties with her.

Despite the fact that she hated the way the other driver would just casually pick up her baby and leave with her without even telling her, she knew that the two adored each other and that Lola really hated the babysitters too.

So she sighed hesitantly , still feeling bad for some reason.

"I mean- I don't know Charles . You've just kidnapped her from me again and -"

Charles rolled his eyes, grinning. Already knowing that she would give in.

"Borrowed lovely. I borrowed her! Plus we have fun together don't we Lola?" He said to the two year old , nodding at his phone with a pointed look on his face knowing one word from her baby would have her caving instantly.

Lola nodded her head rapidly "oui mommy! Charles let's me eat sprinkle cake and sugar cookies-"

Charles slapped a hand over her mouth again, laughing sheepishly as he heard Cherrie muttered his name crossly.

Knowing over and over again she had told him not to fill her up with sugar.

"Ah she's just exaggerating! Kids!" He laughed awkwardly "so..I'm keeping her yes?"

Cherrie huffed "you're not keeping her. I want her back as soon as I'm back from the date Charles. No weekend trips this time!" She warned him, laughing despite herself as she recalled how furious she had been a few months ago when he had taken Lola to go see his parents without even letting her know.

She had only found out when Charles had sent her a picture of him and Lola going fruit picking with his family. As far as she had known they were still in Paris where she had left them.

They had not been. Because Charles was a absolute menace that liked to test her patience .

Charles laughed , grinning triumphantly as he lifted his hand to Lola for a high five. The two year old giggling as she slapped his hands as hard as she could . Making him wince and shake out his throbbing hands afterwards .

"Promise! I don't even have her passport on me so it's not possible anyways!" He remarked smugly .

Cherrie just sighed , rubbing at her aching head and hoping that she could get this date over and done with so that she could go home and sleep.

"Okay just.. don't do anything stupid. And make sure that's she's in bed by eight. I mean it Charles otherwise I'll make sure that you'll never be able to have kids with another woman-" she threatened him knowing how much Lola had him wrapped around her tiny finger .

One pout and he was done for.

Charles snorted in amusement "will do. But you know that the only woman tha I want to have babies with is you so-"

Cherrie flushed deeply and almost flinched at the butterflies that swarmed her stomach from

His casual declaration of wanting to have kids with her.

Jesus christ! Was he trying to kill her?!

“okay! I don't want to hear it ! Goodbye!" She blurted out , completely flustered bedore hanging up the phone and letting out a long groan of disbelief .

He was going to be the death of her.

By the time eight o'clock rolled around, Lola was not asleep.

Instead she was laid on the couch , leaning against Daniels side as she watched them play video games. Silent sucking on a bottle of juice as she tiredly darted her eyes between the two men and the big screen on the wall. Refusing to go to sleep.

Pierre was the first one to clock him creeping over to the hallway as he pulled on his coat as quietly as possible.

His friends eyes widening in disbelief "Charles! Where the hell are you going?! You can't leave us here with a baby!" He called over to him, alarmed .

Glancing down at the two year old that had stretched her tiny legs across his lap, her head slowly slipping down to Daniels legs as she stubbornly fought off sleep.

Daniel glanced up too, laughing a little. "Oh man you're not seriously going to do what I think you're going to do are you?" He said, amused . Gently running his fingers through lolas hair to try and get her to sleep quicker .

Charles just looked between two of them sheepishly , guilt written across his face for not letting them in on his sudden plans.

"I am. I'm not letting the love of my life date another another man." He simply told them as he pulled on his shoes , checking the directions on his phone to the bistro that she was at again. Making sure that he was heading out to the right place.

Pierre looked at him in pure disbelief "dude! She's going to kill you if you crash their date!"

Daniel hummed with a cheeky grin "or maybe she'll think it's sweet and romantic that he's saving her from another terrible date with somebody else." He said optimistically, smiling encouragingly at his friends.

Ignoring pierres disbelieving look, Charles grinned back at them happily.

"Exactly! I'll be like the hero. Saving her from some boring asshole who can't love her like I do. She's deserves better than that!" He exclaimed, his mind already set.

He was about to leave when lolas little voice echoded around the room over to him, making him freeze.

"Mamma with asshole?" She repeated casually , copying him, blinking over at him with big , tired eyes. Utterly oblivious to what she had just said.

Daniel and pierre immediately burst into laughter at her swearing .

Meanwhile Charles gasped and quickly ran over to her, leaning down so he could meet her curious gaze with his own worried one.

"Bad word! Don't say asshole!" He panicked knowing that Cherrie would hang him by his balls if she found out that he was teaching her daughter how to swear like that.

Lola blinked, confused. "But you say asshole." She mumbled around her juice bottle , giggling a little at the look on Charles face.

He thought he might faint .

Blowing out a loud breath , he smiled uneasily at her .

Gently tapping the top of her head with his fingers "no I don't." He lied "please don't say that word otherwise your mother will kill me." He pleaded to the uncaring two year old who he knew just loved to get him into trouble with Cherrie .

Lola just smiled , her chubby cheeks rising to her eyes as she giggled again at his panic .

"I want a new teddy." She said seriously .

Charles looked at her in disbelief, blinking rapidly.

"are you blackmailing me?!" He exclaimed loudly , shocked. Wondering what the hell Cherrie had been teaching her to do when he wasn’t there.

Lola just casually shrugged her tiny shoulders at him . "I no say it if you get me teddy." She simply countered back to him mischievously.

Daniel was cackling beside her, proudly patting the top of her head.

“What a little legend." He grinned in amazement.

Charles just sighed in defeat, nodding his head in agreement .

“Okay. We'll get new ones tomorrow okay? Just- be good alright?" He told the two year old with a fond smile .

She grinned smugly "okay. Kisses!" She turned her head and tapped at her cheek with her finger expectantly .

Charles chuckled at her before leaning down and kissing both of her chubby cheeks gently , stroking her soft hair away from her face contently.

"Love you." He told the toddler with a heartwarming smile bedore turning his gaze to look at his two amused friends.

His smile dropping as he took on a serious expression .

“Look after her please . Because If there is even one single hair plucked from her head you will wish you were never born. Understood?" He demanded , looking at them sternly.

They both nodded their heads. Daniel laughing while pierre just looked scared shitless as Lola crawled onto his lap and started pulling at his hair , hard.

"Good. Ciao." He simply said to them bedore turning around and leaving the apartment, only one mission on his mind.

Leaving Pierre and Daniel to exchange pointed looks between them.

Pierre awkwardly grabbing ahold of Lola and holding her out in the air in front of him for Daniel to take, the older man rolling his eyes at him before taking her off him and hugging the tired baby to his chest.

"Do you think it'll work?" Pierre asked him curiously as he switched their game back on to continue to play.

Daniel just laughed "he's not going to stop until she's in love with him. So yes, I think he'll get there in the end. Sometime.."

Cherrie couldn't believe her eyes as a chair was scraped across the floor and over to their table noisily , making her look up from her food to see Charles beaming at them happily.

"Fancy seeing you guys here! Cherrie, you look as beautiful as ever. Every time I see you , you look more and more radiant like the most prettiest flower in-"

Cherrie cut him off before he could go on and on about how amazing she was.

"Charles. What the hell are you doing here?!" She hissed at him in shock.

Glancing apologetically over to her date , Jake. Who didn't look impressed by the interruption at all.

Charles just smiled innocently , picking up a fry from her plate and eating it quickly bedore answering .

"I was just around here and thought hey! Let me see how the love of my life is doing on her terrible date! Is that vodka?" He then casually took a sip of her drink , grimacing at the strong taste of it. Unbothered by the looks he was receiving from them.

Cherrie looked over at him in disbelief , mouth dropping open at the absolute balls he had to say that right in front of her dates face.

Glancing uneasily over at Jake who was scowling at Charles like he was ready to jump over the table and hit him.

"Charles! Where is Lola? Is she okay?!" She worried , glancing behind him as though her little girl was hiding somewhere .

Charles glanced over at her with a small smile, shaking his head and waving off her concerns with a wave of his hand .

"She's with Pierre and Daniel . She was already asleep when I left." He lied . Deciding not to tell her about Lola copying him saying 'asshole' either.

She didn’t need to know everything .

Cherrie let out a breath of relief, relaxing a little in her seat knowing that she was safe.

But still. That didn't explain why Charles was here. At her table while she was on a date. A date that he definitely knew about.

"Well, I was in the middle of something so if you don't mind.." she pointed reminded him, glancing over at Jake quickly .

Charles just grinned and nodded his head along slyly as though he understood.

"of course I don't mind joining you guys! It'll be my pleasure! What were you guys talking about? Fill

Me in!” He casually said, getting comfortable in his seat as he reached over and took half of cherries burger from her plate.

Before looking over at Jake with a tight smile , his eye twitching a little .

“I'm Charles by the way. The future husband to be." He leant out his hand for him to shake, trying not to laugh at the disgusted look he gave him in return.

Jake ignored his outstretched hand and instead looked over at Cherrie with a frown.

“Is he joking?" He asked her unamused by Charles behaviour .

Cherrie just awkwardly laughed. Glaring over at Charles who was happier than ever as he waited for her to answer this one . Kicking her foot underneath the table with a smug little grin.

"Er- he's. He likes to joke around a lot , yes." Was all she managed to get out. Quickly Shoving the other half of her burger into her mouth so she had an excuse not to speak.

Charles did it for her, looking at Jake with a smug little smirk.

“I don't joke about love. She's just in denial you see.. can't see what's right in front of her the whole time." He casually said, knowing exactly what he was doing , before taking another sip of her drink slyly.

Cherrie batted his hands off her drink with a glare , shaking her head at him, annoyed now.

"The only thing I see is an asshole in front of me." She muttered , unimpressed by him ruining her date , again .

Meanwhile Charles thought that perhaps Lola had learned that word from her mother and not actually him like he had originally thought.

"Oh that hurt my love. Cut really deep." He sarcastically mumbled , eyeing her with a sly little grin on his face. Clearly enjoying himself .

Cherrie just sighed long and hard .

Looking over at Jake guiltily "I'm sorry. He just does this sometimes. He likes to wind me up.” She simply told him.

Jake frowned back at her "pretends to be in love with you and interrupts your dates?" He questioned . In disbelief by the absolute guts he had.

Charles scoffed at that, shaking his head at him, Offended by the assumption that his feelings were just an act that he put on for entertainment.

"not pretending . And who wouldn't interrupt his soulmates dates? I don't want her to waste her time while I'm right here." He explained to him as though it was obvious.

All he was missing was an added ‘duh!’ On the end of his sentence .

Cherrie face palmed.

Cheeks growing hot as she struggled to look at either of them. Her stomach filling with a thousand unwanted butterflies at how proud and unashamed he was about his love for her.

Christ on a bike. Charles never did anything by halves .

Jake scowled "I thought you two were just teammates? Why did you agree to go on a date with m if you're with him?" He wanted to know , annoyed with the both of them.

Cherries eyes widened in shock "we are! I mean- we're not together . Like that. I don't even- he's not my - oh my god." She was too flustered to even think straight, instead burying her head into her hands in defeat.

Charles grinned smugly over at her , laughing slyly .

“You can't even deny it anymore. You love me." He stated confidently .

Looking over at Jake like they were best of friends , like he wasn’t the one ruining his date.

"she does, honestly . I'm just trying to convince her to actually give us a chance. Lola is already ready for me to adopt her." He told him happily.

Cherrie glared at him, heart racing in her chest.

"Charles!" She almost screeched, utterly mortified by the looks that they were getting.

He wasn't exactly being quiet  im his declarations.

"What?" He just shrugged with a smirk "it's true."

Jake shook his head at them and abruptly got up from his seat.

"Yeah. I want nothing to do with this. You've clearly got some things going on with him.." he said unamused as he pulled his coat back on and started walking away.

Cherrie groaned , quickly hitting Charles arm as they watched her date leave in a hurry.

"I'm sorry!" She called over to him but he had already left, the door slamming shut behind him.

Charles braved himself as she slowly turned her head back around to face him, a pissed odd glare on her pretty face . Aiming him with a look that could kill.

He sheepishly smiled at her, dimples and all.

"did I tell you how amazing you look tonight? Very beautiful." He tried to soften her up so she didn't kill him.

Cherrie just reached out behind him and slapped the back of his head. Hard.

Making him Yelp in surprise as he rubbed at his now aching head, pouting over at her.

"What was that for?" He almost whined , looking over at her with puppy eyes .

Cherrie wasn't having it. Instead she just poured herself another drink and slid him the other glass over too in defeat.

"You're lucky that you did this in public . Otherwise you wouldn't be driving ever again. " She warned him lowly , glaring at him as he shuffled his seat to be even closer to her.

Smiling at her like he had done absolutely nothing wrong .

“You want desert? I was fancying some cake. Do you think that if I proposed to you in here that they would give us it for free-"

Cherrie cut him off before he could even consider getting down on one knee.

"Shut up! Just- shut up. Drink your drink before I do something I'll regret." She muttered to him crossly , waving over the waiter to order them some cake despite her threat .

Deciding that she might as well not waste the night. Even if Charles was now her date instead.

She was sure that a couple more of these drinks would make him more bearable.

Charles judged her shoulder with his own "like kiss me? Then again that wouldn't be something you'd regret." He cheekily teased her, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Knowing that he was pushing his luck but unable to stop himself anyway.

He just loved her so much. And she was just so easy to wind up.

He loved it. He loved her. He wanted to be the one to annoy her for the rest of their lives.

Cherrie deadpanned at him. Quickly downing another drink before she did Just that.

Damn butterflies still wouldn't leave her chest, what the hell was wrong with her?

The answer was loud and clear.

Charles.

He was what was wrong with her. He was driving her insane!

Cherrie realised that she loved him back on a Saturday . Having been heading over to her mothers place to pick up Lola who had stayed the night there, also wanting to make sure that she was okay seeing as she was still recovering from breaking her ankle a few months ago.

Parking her car outside on the gravel, she made the quick walk to the front door and knocked on the door loudly. Not just wanting to barge in and scare her poor mother half to death.

She heard footsteps come closer and she plastered a smile onto her face , ready to embrace her mother that she had missed so much while working.

Only for her smile to drop as quickly as it came as the door swung open and Charles stood in her mothers doorway with Lola on his back, both of them grinning happily at her like it was completely normal .

"What the fuck?!" She blurted out before she could even stop herself.

Glaring at Charles in front of her in disbelief "why are you at my mothers?!" She almost shouted in shock.

He was everywhere!

Charles just grinned at her, adjusting Lola on his back as she pulled off the tiara from her own little head and placed it on top of his head instead. Adjusting it for him nicely.

"Hello beautiful. I got here this morning. Your mother wanted help painting the fence. Then Lola woke up and we've been playing ever since. Haven’t we Lollipop?" He said in a baby voice up to her, grinning up at her affectionately.

Lola just clapped her hands happily, nodding her head over and over again as she beamed at her mother .

"Charles is a princess!'we painted some stones too mummy! Come look!" She insisted excitedly , slapping Charles head to get him to turn around and go back inside .

Cherrie pushed past him quickly , looking for her mother to have a word with her about inviting guests like Charles without even warning her.

Her Mother , Angelina , simply smiled at her mischievously as she leant against the kitchen counter while writing out a shopping list.

Cherrie looked at her mother in betrayal.

“you called Charles?!" She exclaimed in disbelief.

Her mother  knew how much he annoyed her yet for some reason she was determined to push the two of them together at every chance she got.

Cherrie was certain that Charles had asked her to. The two of them together were terrible for her patience. She didn't know which one of them was worse.

Her mother and Charles teaming up against her was not in her plans for the year at all!

"I did. Isn't he so kind and helpful to come over? He'd be a fantastic husband ." She wasn't subtle in her words at all.

Sending her a knowing glance as they both glanced out to the garden to where Charles was now being dragged around in circles by her hyperactive daughter , both of them giggling together .

Cherrie inhaled deeply, running a hand through her hair.

Smiling a little as she watched Charles pretend to fall over and play dead. Lola immediately smacking his chest with her little fists to give him her version of cpr .

"He- he is good with kids." She agreed quietly .

All of her anger draining out of her just like that as she lifted up her phone and took a couple of pictures of the two of them Playing in the garden, unable to help herself .

Her mother smirked smugly. Patting her shoulder gently "I don't know why you continue to deny it Cherrie . Do you enjoy torturing the man?" She asked her only daughter curiously .

Everybody else could see that the two of them were perfect together . Charles loved her like she was the only woman on earth.

Yet her daughter was still so stubborn and refused to give him a chance .

Angelina knew that they belonged together. Having spent a lot of time getting to know Charles and hearing him gush about Cherrie unashamedly , telling her that he was going to marry her someday.

She already treated him like family because to her he was.

She just wanted the both of them to be happy and she knew that the key to that unlimited happiness was for them to be Together .

Cherrie crossed her arms over her chest , eyes still glued to her daughter and Charles. Laughing quietly to herself as she watched Charles run away from her while laughing loudly as she pretended that she had a lightsaber In her tiny hands.

"He just- I'm a lot of work and so is Lola. I don't want to saddle him with all that. It's not just my heart that I have to worry about mom." She said with a sigh.

Only to jump when her mother smacked the back of her head. Tutting at her in dissaproval.

"Ow!" She gave her mother a shocked look.

She just huffed at her , unimpressed with her daughters words.

"Don't be stupid! I didn't raise you to act like an idiot! You wouldn't be saddling him with anything. He was the one who insists on being in both of your life's. He's the one that comes around to see Lola, even when you're not here! He loves her

And he loves you. He's not going anywhere!" She told her firmly .

Knowing true love when she saw it.

Cherrie couldn't even deny that. Instead she just sighed and felt the walls inside her start to crumble down in defeat.

"Yeah he is pretty great." Was all she muttered before swallowing thickly.

"I think, ya know. I might owe him a little apology." She grimaced while thinking back to how much of a bitch she had been to him lately .

Because denying her feelings had apparently temporarily turned her into a major cunt.

Whoops.

Her mother just have her a look "no shit. I'll

Keep Lola distracted while you talk to him. When you're done I want to see that you've done the right thing okay?" She sternly said to her as she called the little girl over to her.

Cherrie just nodded her head and walked over to a confused Charles , with him asking her what's the matter as she took ahold of his wrist and dragged him over to the end of the garden where they could have some privacy.

Charles looked at her in mild concern as she continued to look down at the grass below her feet , his wrist still held loosely in her head, seemingly lost inside of her own head.

He smile softly , admiring how pretty she looked under the golden light that was beaming through the tree and over her skin.

"Is everything okay?" He asked her quietly.

Slowly pulling his wrist from her grip and grabbing her hand instead . Interlacing their fingers gently and giving them a Squeeze.

Cherrie just groaned, looking down at their intertwining hands , heart threatening to come out from her chest.

She sighed shakily , overwhelmed with the sudden feelings that crashed down on her. All for him.

"You’re in love me." Was all she muttered , looking up at him with searching eyes. Wanting clarification for what she already knew deep down.

Charles looked back at her for a long moment , swallowing . Bedore slowly nodding his head yes.

He wasn't going to deny it. He wasn't ashamed of his love for her.

Why would he be? She was his person.

"I am. I'm in love with you and I love Lola too." He made sure to add. The little girl was holding a big piece of his heart too.

Cherrie sniffled quietly , glancing over to the tree so she could think for a moment. Completely overwhelmed by him.

Fuck. Why has she denied herself this for so long? What the hell was wrong with her? Anybody with two working eyes could see that Charles loved her and Lola.

He had made them into his own homemade family without even asking her . He had just done it. What felt right.

Charles chewed nervously on the inside of his cheek as the silence stretched on a little too long to be comfortable .

Gently nudging her shoulder with his own as he asked "is that...is that okay?" He didn't know what to say.

It wasn't like he could just turn off his feelings for her, they were unstoppable and unfading. They always had been.

His love for her wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. That was for sure.

Cherrie let out a breathy laugh at that , finally looking over at him again with a small smile tugging at her lips .

"Yeah it's okay. Lola loves you. You're her best friend." She told him honestly . Swinging their hands between their bodies and letting Out a long sigh.

Charles felt his hope skyrocket , eyes not looking away from her as he felt his heart race rapidly in his chest.

Having been waiting for this moment for what felt like all of his life.

This was it.

"And you? How do you feel?" He dared to ask her quietly. Nervously squeezing the palms of her hands three times.

Cherrie gave in.

She just let out a laugh and looked at him with a defeated smile and said "I love you Charles. You've given me no choice but to love you. You're pretty damn persistent when you want something!" She admitted to him, amused.

Charles exhaled loudly , eyes going wide in disbelief as he heard the words that he had dreamed of her saying to him for so long now.

He wondered if he was still dreaming then. He gave his head a little shake.

Letting out a nervous giggle. Nope. He was wide awake and she was looking back at him like he was the one .

"You love me too? Like- love love? Not platonically?" He needed her to clarify before he completely lost his mind.

Cherrie just dropped his hands and wrapped them around his neck instead, tilting her head at him with a fond smile.

Nudging her nose gently against his own, she whispered

"I love you like I want you for the rest of my life."

Charles kissed her.

Cupping her face in shaky hands as he pressed his lips against her own and sighed against her mouth.

Kissing her deeply and surely , feeling his whole body break out into a shiver as he felt her fingers cupping the back of his neck, gently tugging at his hair between her fingertips .

Laughing breathlessly against her lips as he kissed her over and over again.

Before caressing her head and smoothing his hands over her hair gently , so fucking in love with her he felt like he could die from it.

"God I love you so much mon amour . I'm gonna treat you so good . You are my life Cherrie. You have been since the moment I laid eyes on you. I've wanted you for so long .." he sniffled. Overwhelmed that everything he had dreamed about was finally coming true .

Cherries eyes softened as she gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, hugging her to him as he buried his face into her neck and cried.

"I'm sorry that I took this long. I was stupid. I love you. I love you." She told him over and over again, kissing the side of his head as he clutched onto her tightly.

Charles just laughed breathlessly as he pulled away enough so that he could look at her, taking her in and engraving this moment isn't his brain so that he could remember it for the rest of his life.

"You'll be mine now? No more letting your friends set you up on dates? Just me and you?" He smiled at her , unable to let her go now that he had her in his arms.

Cherrie laughed while quietly agreeing "no more dates with strange men. Only you." Then she rose her eyebrow up at him in amusement .

"And that also means no more kidnapping my daughter without telling me where you've gone with her!"

Charles rolled his eyes playfully , shoving his hands into the back pockets of her jeans and pulling her as close to him as humanely possible .

Cheekily smiling down at her as he said "I was borrowing her! Plus I don't need to steal her away now. I'll just get a key to your house so that I can come over any time I want." He said matter of factly as they began slowly walking back over to the house.

Charles not looking away from her pretty face as she shot him a amused look of disbelief at his confidence.

"Oh really? Who's going to give you a key to my place Charles?" She teased him back .

He just let out a loud laugh and shrugged his shoulders , kissing her again just because he could now.

"Actually that's a lie. I already have a copy of your key for emergencies. So you don't have to give me anything." He smugly informed her, pulling out his keys from his pocket and shaking her the copy of her house key with a red heart key ring attached to it.

Cherrie could only Gape at him in shock just as Lola came running out to the back garden, throwing herself into Charles awaiting arms as he spun them

Around , both giggling together.

"You theif! First you steal my baby and now you've stolen my house key?!" She exclaimed in disbelief , shocked by what she was hearing .

Charles just gave her a sly smile and reminded her of one more thing that he had taken.

"I stole your heart too remember? I got the lucky three!" He said bedore turning to look at the two year old clinging onto him happily.

"Your mommy loves me! I told you so !" He sang to the toddler smugly , kissing the side of her tiny head too as he pulled them all into a family hug.

Waving over Angelina too, her mother proudly patting him on the back as he squished them all into a cosy hug.

"I love you guys!" He told them honestly , grinning at them all. Overwhelmed with every kind of  love that was real.

Lola just giggled as she hung her arms around both cherries and Charles neck, kissing both of their cheeks loudly.

"Love you! Mommy say you love him!" The two year old demanded , everyone looking at her with a knowing smirk, waiting for her to admit it again .

Cherrie gave up. Sighing in amusement , she kissed Charles gently .

Savouring the way his eyes fell closed In bliss as he kissed her back , still holding onto Lola tightly as her mother started sniffling happily and taking photos of them to send to everyone that had Been waiting for this moment to happen for a very long time.

"I love you. Welcome to the family Charles. I love you ." She simply whispered against his lips.

And just like that everything fell into place.

He just had to start working on her getting to marry him next .

Shouldn't be too hard now that he had Cherries mother and daughter on his side to help him.

He had his something borrowed and something stolen after all. It was all apart of his step by step plan.

He couldn’t wait to rub this in pierres face.

He finally did it. He got the girl!

#Charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc oneshot #Charles leclerc fic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula one imagine

[lovingperfectionsblog]

A Bit Young

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader, George Russell x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Toto recruits George to babysit his new assistant on the way to the gala while with the other drivers, but Daniel really wants the honour.

Warning: Swearing, a joke about George having PTSD, jokes about age gaps.

Word Count: 2006 words.

Authors note: This potentially could have been better, but the whole thought just makes me giggle.

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“George, you’re going to be sitting at the front next to my new assistant okay” Toto informed the young driver who had already found his place near the back of the minibus, “so I’m going to need you and Carlos to swop”.

“Boss, seriously?” George wanted to argue but the look Toto threw back at him warned him that there was no place for him to do so, “Yes Sir” is all he managed to get out before climbing out of the minibus to make room for Carlos and  taking his place at the front with the empty chair next to him.

“Don’t look so upset, just keep her company, she’s new, make her feel welcome” Toto continued with the instructions once George had settled in his new spot, straightening his jacket, making sure it wasn’t too creased for the gala they were all required to attend, drivers and principles alike, “Oh and she’s pretty smart, master’s degree and all, so don’t make a fool of yourself” and with that he made his way over the opposite bus that had the principles in, leaving George to face the taunting of the other drivers.

“It shouldn’t be too bad mate, maybe she’s a milf” Pierre began assuming the new assistant was older as they normally are, clapping his shoulder from behind him laughing, all the other drivers joining in on the mock laughter.

“Didn’t take George as one to be into the older ladies” Daniel added in, increasing the laughter, George internally groaning at how awkward this was going to be.

What did he know about talking to middle aged women? Why couldn’t you just sit with Toto so he could join in the festivities with the rest of the boys. Instead now he has to make polite conversation with some woman about her kids for the 30 minute drive to the venue. And to top it all off, none of the others were going to let this go either, he was already imagining the names they were going to start calling him.

“Yeah, isn’t that Max’s whole deal?” Lando added in, earning him a slap to the back of the head from Max, with a few choice words added in to top it all off. None of it stopping the other drivers from another round of laughter though.

“Guys, please-“ George wasn’t even sure what he was asking for yet, but he allowed the sentence to finish itself, “Help”. That even made him laugh, what the fuck was he asking for help with.

“Needing some tips to chat up the ladies mate?” Charles asked through the laughter.

“It’s not that bad Georgie, maybe she really likes you and you get her number” Daniel was definitely not trying to be helpful; he was enjoying this far too much for it to be meant in any sincere way.

“You know what they say about older women in bed mate” Pierre threw him a wink, making George internally groan at the thought.

“Imagine sleeping with your boss’s assistant” Max was suddenly howling at his own addition to the comment, causing all the other drivers to follow suit.

“No, imagine sleeping with your boss’s middle-aged assistant” Daniel added in, secretly hoping none of the other drivers took a dig at his own age.

Suddenly the laughter died down at the sound of an unknown woman’s voice making its way through the parking lot, all of them assuming this was the new assistant. Every single driver now paying close attention to the windows, waiting to see you come out behind the other busses and cars so they could get a good look at who George would be entertaining for the night.

“Toto!” You shouted out towards your boss who was already seated in his bus, waiting to go to the event.

“Nice to see you finally arrive” Toto shouted back, “you know we’ve been waiting for you right?”

“Can’t rush looking this good boss” you immediately countered.

This was not the attitude any of the drivers were expecting, especially from someone they were assuming was going to significantly older and more professional, considering who Toto was.

“You do look lovely Y/n, now can you jump in so we won’t be late?” you gave your boss a little twirl of the golden dress you were wearing for the gala, him giving you a nod in approval as this was your first outing as his assistant, most of the team, drivers included, hadn’t even met you yet. He knew you were nervous to meet everyone, despite the confidence you exuded, so he truly did want to make it as easy as possible for you, hoping George would be one for easy conversation and making you laugh, introducing you to the other drivers and making you feel welcome.

“Boss, what is this I hear you’ve placed me next to George like I need some sort of babysitting?” You couldn’t believe he had done this, this was going to be the most awkward situation, you wanted to be able to sit next to whoever you wanted, in particular Daniel or Pierre, no offence to George in the least, but surely? And your boss goes and ruins any chance you might have of it. Toto owed you big.

“Thought he’d be perfect for conversation”  Toto decided to justify his actions, knowing all the boys would be listening in and watching the entire interaction by now.

By now you had walked into view of the drivers, none of them actually believing this was Toto’s new assistant, going against what they were all normally used to. You were young and gorgeous, graced in a gold dress that left them all speechless.

Suddenly George was secretly thanking Toto for making him sit next to you. The other drivers already beginning to feel jealous at the easy pass George got, not even having to try to have a conversation with you.

“I will literally pay you to swop seats with me” Pierre offered George, not taking his eyes off of you once.

“I’ll get you drinks the entire evening” Daniel counter offered, ready to bid what he needed in order to get him to swop with you.

“Oh, so now we have no problem with sitting next to the new assistant yeah?” George shot back playfully, feeling smug at how this had turned in his favour.

Meanwhile outside the bus, you had yet to notice all the drivers staring at you, continuing your conversation with Toto.

“And pray tell, what am I meant to talk to little British George about? The weather?” you gave Toto an incredulous look as he began to chuckle with the knowledge that all the boys were sitting staring at the two of you. Although he knew not a single one was interested in him being a part of this conversation, considering all their eyes were plastered on you.  

“Boss, the poor boy had never seen the sun before going to his first international race, the only sun he knew was on the Teletubbies, I have no doubt the first day he woke up and saw the sun didn’t have a face he screamed his little head off and required intensive and immediately therapy, thinking that it had died and here he was witnessing a corpse in the sky” you continued taking digs at the boy, making your boss laugh even harder watching Georges face twist in horror at being lambasted without having the opportunity to defend himself, “And now you want me to talk to him about the weather? Couldn’t you have placed me next to someone with a similar climate to my country, like Daniel?” You finished off, giving Toto a sly smile, hoping he’d allow you to swop.

“Swop with me right now” Daniel was already getting up, determined to make George swop with him now knowing you wanted to sit next to him too.

Max was laughing his head off, grabbing Daniels jacket trying to get him to sit down, Pierre also now standing in hopes George would swop with him more readily now.

Toto’s only response was to point behind you at the car full of drivers watching.

You paused, hoping the ground would swallow you whole. With that you took a deep breath before putting on your most charming smile and turning around to face the bus behind you. The first thing you notice though is what seems like a small amount of chaos erupting in the bus itself, Daniel on his feet with Max pulling on his jacket, Pierre trying to dodge Daniels grasp, George staring directly at you looking mortified and the rest all laughing hysterically.

“George, darling, how’s the PTSD doing? The sun not terrifying you too much?” Why on earth was that what you started with? Although it seemingly was a hit with the other drivers, other than George of course, who stood there stuttering like a goldfish, trying to formulate an answer.

Instead of answering you though, he turned around, directing Daniel instead, “You owe me drinks this entire evening” and with that was standing up and making way for Daniel to take his spot.

Daniel didn’t even take a second before he was agreeing and shoving past Pierre before the latter could steal his new seat, determined to be the one to sit next to you.

“Jesus mate, could you move any faster?” Charles asked, all the drivers chuckling at the frantic movements of Daniel as he fought for his spot.

“Was is something I said?” You asked George as you began getting in the bus, Daniel holding his hand out to help you climb in and take you seat next to him.

“Nah, you’re just not really his type” Carlos informed you.

“I would hope not,  bit weird him lusting after his boss’s assistant isn’t it?” You asked the group at large.

“Oh no, it’s more like you’re a bit young for him” Lando corrected you, Max suddenly shooting him a look, knowing where this new line of conversation was heading.

“Good lord, what it is with F1 drivers and older women, clearly a bloody kink for you lot” you immediately countered, looking alarmed at the rest of them, almost accusing them all of the same thing.

The entire bus burst out laughing again, George attempting to defend himself to the new woman in the bus and to the rest of the drivers, but truthfully he knows it was no use and instead opted to just sit down next to Max, hoping if he instead kept quiet he would no longer be the object of all the teasing. Thankful that they were now closing the doors so they could finally head off and he could get drunk at the gala at Daniels expense.

“Guess it’s lucky for me that he’s into older women” Daniel leaned in whispering to you, hoping none of the other drivers would hear over the sound of the engine.

“Lucky for me you don’t work for Toto” you shot him a wink in return.

Suddenly Pierre was popping his head up between the two of you, gaining your attention.

“I just want to mention that I don’t work for Toto either and am significantly younger than Daniel, so, you should keep that in mind tonight” Pierre was barely able to finish before Daniel was shoving his head away, trying to get him to leave before you could throw any more ideas in your head about rather spending time with him over Daniel, you just laughing away at their antics.

“If this is what I’m going to have to deal with all evening maybe I should go back to George” you began lifting yourself off the seat to add emphasis to your joke.

“No!” Daniel and Pierre shout in unison, both shooting each other a look as they simultaneously attempt to prevent you from moving over to George again, silently declaring a fun war between the two for the evening, not wanting to add a third to the mix.

“You’re a bit young for me love” George shouted towards the front, shooting you a wink.

#f1 x reader #f1 #daniel ricciardo #f1 fanfic #monaco #f1 imagine #max verstappen #pierre gasly #charles leclerc #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo imagine #George Russell #Daniel Ricciardo DR3 #Daniel Ricciardo x Reader #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 one shot #toto wolff

[sillygoose067]

Over the 7 Seas

Ch.8

Charles Leclerc x Reader

The garage went up in cheers. Everyone rushed around congratulating each other for their hard work and clapping each other on the back. Marie and Leila were dancing around in joy. You took in the sight with a smile. You hadn’t seen this much joy and rapport in a long time, and to be honest, it was refreshing. Maybe you could manage to stick around for a while and witness some more celebrations like this. 

Charles and Carlos walked in, pulling their helmets and balaclavas off, running their fingers through sweaty hair, and getting some water into their system. Marie pulled you by the arm to go congratulate them. “You guys were so amazing out on the track! Congratulations for this win!”, she rushed out with a blinding smile as Leila babbled something of the same sentiment to the drivers. Carlos gently took her from Marie’s arms and tickled her. “Ayy, hermosa princesita! Did you like the fast cars?”

All the while, Charles had been staring at you. You’d been so caught in the adorable interaction between Carlos and your goddaughter, you’d zoned out from your surroundings. “Ahem”, Charles clears his throat for your attention. “Hey, Y/n, you’re probably used to hearing this by now and you can totally say no, but…” he runs his fingers through his hair and scratches the back of his neck while looking to the side “Can I get your number? I’d like to keep in touch after today”. 

He must be mistaken. Of course you don’t get told such things often. As you stand there wondering if he’s being genuine, Marie decides that you’re taking too long and answers for you. “Bien sûr! Y/n here would love to get to know you better” she nudges you to answer. “Oh right, uh, here’s my number”… and Charles scrambles to grab his phone from the changing area. 

You turn to Marie. “Why did you say that?”

She takes Leila from Carlos, who’s still standing there, and turns to you. “I know how lonely you’ve been, Y/n, and this would be the first time you have been asked out. I just didn’t want to you to miss out when you’ve finally gotten a shot at love”, she winks at you. 

Carlos turns to you wide-eyed. “You’ve never been on a date before?”, he asks incredulously. Hmmm, he thinks. Just then, Charles returns and punches in your number on his phone. He sends you a text. Hi, it says. You reply with a quick Hello, this is Y/n in return. 

“You’re coming to the ceremony right?”, the Monégasque asks hopefully. You turn to Marie with the same question in your eyes, and she confirms that Yes, absolutely! We wouldn’t miss it for the world! You simply chuckle and shake your head at her antics. 

“Well then, we’d better get going, the managers have been paging us forever. Maybe you guys can meet Lando, George, and the other drivers out there as well”.

You followed them out of the garage and into the paddock, where sure enough, you ran into the rest of the drivers. Three of them, who you learned were Max, Lando, and Pierre, headed in your direction and spent some time greeting Leila. She was such an adorable baby, shyly nuzzling into Marie’s shoulder, having never had this much interaction with others. The boys just laughed at her cuteness and talked with Marie and Leila. It seemed Marie had caught Lando’s eye and he was trying to get her number. 

You felt Charles’ presence behind you, and Pierre met his gaze. “And who is this mysterious beauty, mmmh?”

#fluff #smut #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #f1 x reader #formula 1 #f1

[carboysandbikemen]

Can you write a head anon with the drivers you usually write for about the strangest places they had or they would like to have sex

mmmmmmm we loved this one!!!!!

Lewis- In the back of a chauffeur driven car. He'd slip his hand to your thigh, slowly moving it higher as you look over at him to see him smirking over at you. He'd make sure the partition was up, of course, but still the thrill of it would add to the moment. He'd slip his fingers underneath your underwear and kiss you to quiet your moans. Lewis would also fuck you up against the window in a high rise apartment. The type of exhibitionism that's always just safe enough, you're probably not going to be seen but the possibility is still just there in the background.

George- He'd risk everything in a room somewhere in the Mercedes’ garage, where he can have you on your knees for him. He'd lock the door, but he wouldn't tell you that, enjoying the risk of being caught. (Somewhere where Toto can just theoretically walk in any moment).

Charles- He would take you out on his yacht, just the two of you out there with nobody else around. He'd want nobody to take your attention away from him. Laid out together in the sun, taking your time with him with the ocean around you both.

Daniel- Daniel would be up for trying it anywhere. He's the type of guy that would slip a hand under your clothes in a crowded nightclub just to see the look on your face. He'd want to try everything, fucking you on the beach at midnight before some skinny dipping, camping in a tent, holding a hand over your mouth so you don't make any noise. On Zac Browns desk as a fuck you.

Sebastian- Oh he wants more than anything to fuck you against his car. He’s definitely gotten himself off sat inside them and he can’t get enough of it. Two of his favourite things in one? He would also be so cheeky with it. He'd have sex anywhere. In the middle of the woods? Sure. Quiet museum exhibit? Why not. He’d happily pull you aside wherever you are to just to give you what you need and fill you properly.

Fernando- In your childhood bedroom. Oh and he’d make you call him daddy. Especially if it was left decorated how you used to have it, he'd tease you about the contents of your room while he's inside you just to be a little shit. It would really thrill him if you were visiting your parents, say for Christmas, and he'd have to cover your mouth so they didn't hear.

Senna- Somewhere public, but a bit out of the way. The thrill of being caught and the fact that people would know it was him would really get him off. Just as long as you’re careful enough that you won’t actually be caught. The thought of him making too much noise, and you have to tell him to be quiet or someone will hear? Incredible. He’d lose it at the thought of people hearing his whining and you know it and use it to your advantage.

Fabio- The gym. This needy boy definitely gets himself too riled up during a workout, and he’s desperate for the relief afterwards. No doubt he's definitely gotten himself off right after a workout but it’d be a lot better if you were there to help him. Oh he would love it if you were there for the actual workout, telling him just how much of a good boy he is for you and exactly what you’re going to do when he finishes.

Bonus Pierre content feel free to ignore:

Piss Kink Pierre- Public toilets, any bathroom, so it’s more convenient for you to piss yourself for him. Considerate enough to understand your need to get yourself cleaned up afterwards. 💛 Also church, we love a sinning catholic whore with a bit of sweet sweet catholic guilt.

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[vro0m]

Hi

I just wanted to comment on what you said about how cars aren’t made for any particular driver and that teams just make the best possible(fastest) car. I think Mercedes have always been fair with their drivers and their never seemed favouritism over car development (?). Both Rosberg and Bottas seemed to enjoy driving their cars and so it doesn’t look like Mercedes favour Lewis.

However that’s not always the case in other teams… redbulls own staff confirmed that they never gave Alex the car that he wanted and in his recent players tribune profile he said that both cars we’re developed to max’s preference and you just had to accept it. Pierre also struggled in the same car. I think when teams get drivers who like their cars set up in a similar way you won’t find contention but teams don’t always do their research. For example, Charles and Carlos both complained about the car last season and when the car was steered toward Carlos preferences in the second half of the season Charles complained but it was too late.

Hi! So nope, still not true.

I'm gonna put my answer under a cut because it got long with the screenshots and all.

What I was looking for for like 30 minutes was this thread, written by a space engineer on twitter, and retweeted on my TL by several F1-related people such as Blake, from the EngineBreaking podcast, who's an ex-F1 engineer. Now the thread is about feedback, balance and development but here's what caught my attention :

"[...] first part of the answer is, the pilot isn't an engineer. It might seem obvious but not really. He isn't the one who's deciding how to build the car, and even if he can make suggestions, he's not the one calling the shots in the end.

Indeed, someone's favorite driving style isn't necessary the fastest and a faster car doesn't necessarily mean more comfortable to drive. The RB16 is an excellent example of this."

"The designers explained that Max masked the major design issues the car had, which became invisible on data and which the engineers get any feedback on because it didn't bother him. They only understood that very late.

And while it wasn't an issue for him, we saw his teammates struggle one by one. Albon compared the sensitivity of that car to someone setting the sensitivity of their mouse to the maximum to play an FPS game."

And indeed : here's an article about it.

RBR didn't make the car that way for Max. They made it that way, and it just so happens that Max, who is incredibly talented and incredibly adaptable, was able to drive it very fast anyway, to the point they didn't notice they were developing it in a bad direction until very late.

If you go down that road, Max is actually the perfect counter-example to what you're trying to argue. It's not that RBR made a car for him, it's that he's precisely so adaptable that it didn't matter that the car had a major flaw.

As I said the team builds the fastest possible car. That's what they did. The car was flawed. Fact. But they had a driver who could drive it to its fastest anyway, so why change it? That's what people interpret as "they designed it this way for him". But still, they didn't. They designed it this way and he could drive it, so he did. And they didn't correct the flaw because it didn't matter. Even if the other driver was struggling, unfortunately. In that sense, yes, they favoured Max over Pierre and Alex, but they didn't design the car to favour him. The chronological order goes the other way around. Ultimately, they decided it was more important for their results that Max go as fast as he could than risk slowing him down a tad for his teammate to catch up a bit. I find it arguable to say the least that this was the right decision, but still, they did not design the car for him.

ETA : ultimately what the article I linked say is precisely that even if it fit him and he could drive it and well, they ultimately had to stop developing in this direction because it was taking it too far so. yeah.

The whole bit about Ferrari developing the car to fit Carlos being pure rumours and speculations, I will not comment on it.

#vro0m's asks #essay

[thepavementsings]

Sorry this is insane under the cut. Literally written for an audience of one (me) but i could not stop thinking about it.

i know what you're all thinking. you saw this photo and you also thought: pierresteban m-preg, didnt you? naturally.

Because obviously Pierre and Esteban have been fucking throughout the season. A dry hand job in the sim hallway closet is better than their PR meetings after another double DNF, right?

But then one weekend Pierre is out on lap 2 with an engine failure and Esteban gets a P4 and Pierre, loses it a bit. And Esteban hates losing to Pierre just as much as Pierre hates losing to Esteban, but Pierre is running the engineers down about engine mapping and understeer and... Esteban's slow pitstop costing them a podium? Like it was Pierre's to lose. And look. Esteban can fight his own battles.

So it's a tense walk out of the paddock. Pierre wont even look at Esteban as he shoves his bags into an awaiting car, his coach clearly receiving a getaway text halfway through the meeting. Esteban leaves for the summer break feeling unsteady.

It's halfway through the summer break when Pierre drags Charles to his appointment with him. He's happier today, genuinely laughing at Charles' gossip for the first time since Pierre told him. He's keeping it. The baby. There are a million questions, first of which is: how are you going to tell the team? Which really means, how are you going to tell him?

But Pierre is happier today. He is squirming around when the doctor spreads the gel over his stomach and laughing as he tries to shove the phone out of Charles hands, yelling something about no paparazzi in a doctors office calamar!

Charles thinks he will be glad eventually. To have photos of it all.

Esteban is trying not to stare. He thinks he can't really be blamed for it, what with Pierre practically waddling around with a scanner in hand, picking out seemingly the most expensive version of every bottle, crib and stroller in the store.

It had been hard at first. When Alpine had sat him down to tell him that Jack would be finishing out the season as his teammate. When Pierre had decided for him, for them, that he could do it on his own. Esteban missed the whole second trimester because of it. Fighting him to prove that it could be both of them this time. Needed to be both of them.

So he's not quite used to it yet. But when Pierre holds up two identical looking car seats and looks at Esteban expectantly, smirking when Esteban manages to choose the right one, he thinks he will be one day.

He thinks Pierre must be joking, when he comes into Esteban's bedroom with Amélie in one arm and the travel bag in the other. He's pulling the trophy off of Esteban's mantle before Esteban can even protest though, echoes of trust me! I saw it on instagram, you just have to see the vision! floating behind him from the hallway.

He's not entirely convinced this isn't some sort of child neglect. But he has to admit that she fits perfectly, wrapped up in her blanket inside the trophy. Esteban spent the majority of the car ride to the photographer's studio cleaning the possible remnants of champagne out with baby wipes, just in case. Mine and yours. Pierre has said it so quickly Esteban thought he had misheard him, eyes straight on the road ahead of him.

Pierre had been on the pitwall that day, 8 months pregnant and insistent that his babymoon be trackside. Beside him now, he is fussing with the buttons of his shirt, still stretching slightly around his belly. Esteban takes the hem in his hands, dragging his hands up to meet Pierre's and pushing the button carefully through the hole. Pierre smiled at him, opening his mouth to speak before a babble from across the room draws his attention away.

Ours, Esteban thinks to himself, following him.

#sorry i... do not know what this is #mpreg #i guess for the blacklists? in case? #literally saw that photo and was like: what if they were holding their baby in that SORRY i know. i know #i just think theyre both insane enough to do this with their trophies. #its not still a competition. but isnt it? #not friends not lovers but a secret third thing: teammates #but this time in creating life SORRY literally sorry #pierresteban lore

[tomorrcwz]

★ . . . 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏

pairing: oscar piastri x ferrari!pr!reader, f1 grid

in which oscar, the reserved rookie driver of mclaren, shoots you burning stares and you decide to give him a shot

warning: suggesting sex in the end, mentioning of alcoholic beverages

he was curious about you; you who always trailed two feet behind ferrari's very own golden boy charles leclerc, clad in the bright red coloured team shirt and a pair of dark trousers, and he couldn't help but wonder who you were. you almost never spoke to anyone but when you did, you only discussed things with charles, carlos and other workers of the Italian team, staying in the familiar circle.

oscar only knew your name and age; besides that you were a blank paper, a facetless person among a crowd, and he did try to change it one time, stepping up his courage, making his way up to you as you sat alone outside the ferrari motor home, through you were gone in a blink as if you have never been there, turned into dust.

he didn't know why he felt the need to get to know you, taking the situation seriously. After all you were just a press officer for a entirely different team, working years before he even reached the rang of a formula one driver but you had this aura around you, attracting him to you like a mother to the flame; he took interest in you immediately.

as he waited for his teammate to finish his interview, he rubbed a towel across his sweaty neck, eyes settled on your figure; next to you stood charles who had gotten p1 and acted like a cheeky lad causing you to hit him gently against his arm to stop him, whatever he said or wished to say.

the mclaren driver couldn't help himself but to watch you in amazement as you nodded at charles, signaling him that he was finished with the media duty. in a swift movement you turned around, catching his eyes and wink at him resulting a blush to form on oscar's cheeks. to his relief lando finished up the interview, clearing the spot so that he could take it.

the interview itself was boring, the question always the same — how do you feel about your p6? did the car feel smoother after the pitstop? it was like a broken record player but he didn't mind that; nothing catched him off guard and after a few minutes the whole thing was done, allowing him to finally take a shower and get ready for the afterparty, he knew lando would drag him to — and he was glad about it the minute he spotted you, wearing a stunning rose printed dress that reached the floor with a low back. the dark red complimented your skin just fine, and he spotted a matching lip he wished to kiss badly.

a loud giggle escaped your throat; the williams driver alex spun you wildly around, holding your hand to pull you to him, only to twirl you away from his body — your eyes were lightend up, and oscar decided that you were even more beautiful than ever with your carefree way.

mind focused on you, oscar didn't even try to listen to the table talk daniel, pierre and carlos lead. lando had abounded him for his friend group, who he had built the brand quandrat with; the aussie didnt mind, smiling like a lovesick fool at you. he wished he stepped up his game like charles leclerc did with the ladies but that wasn't him.

for the second time on this day you catched his gaze and smirked at him, before leaning into the driver in front of you, whispering something in his ear while your eyes were struck on him. suddenly his body felt on fire, the shirt too snug on his chest. he ripped his gaze off of you, fixing it onto his beer and took a sip, trying to calm himself down which did in fact not calm him down a bit.

someone sat down on his left, grabbing his attention right away from his drink he just took a sip from again. it was you who made herself comfortable next to him, smiling at him as you took in his wide eyes and red cheeks — oscar looked cute like this and you decided that he was definitely a speciman of a man.

"pardon me for my english but do you realise of the intensity of your intense stare?", you questioned, smile still etched on your lips as he looked away shamefully, "not that i mind, oscar, but i do hope for you that i'm the only one who gets it."

he gulped loudly, nodding at your words. of course you had noticed his stare, how couldn't you? even charles, one of the most clueless guy you've ever met, had noticed the burning stare of the mclaren rookie, and oh boy did he tease you about it.

leaning into his body, you quietly mumbled a good boy. "I don't like sharing, i get jealous, you know?", you continued, curling your hand against his neck to get him to turn around his head so you could feel his burning gaze on your skin again.

growing his confidence back, oscar smirked cheekily, grabbing your hand from around his neck to place it on his tight near his crotch. "want to get out of here?", he asked innocently even though you both knew that leaving this place would result in unholy things later on. a somewhat nervous glint appeared on your face.

"Is this the right time to confess that i've never done such a thing?", you sheepishly asked. the aussie shook his head denying it. "never done it too y/n. wanna be my first?"

laughing, you pulled him up, excited for what he had in store, praying that he wouldn't disappoint — fast forward, he for sure did not as you woke up, skin littered with lovebites and slight bruising on your hips, and oscar between your legs.

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[imthebadguyyy]

Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

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[enchantestuff]

miscommunication - charles leclerc

in which your Pierres little sister and reap the consequences after an eventful night in Monaco with his best friend

I think I'm going to make this into a series, like 3 more parts maybe??

part two

GIF NOT MINE!!!

warnings: smut, my failed attempt at angst (I tried), language, em yeah

3k words (I have no idea how that happened) 

You had known Charles for years, which wasn't particularly surprising considering you were Pierres little sister.

When you were little you envied their friendship, constantly trying to insert yourself in their games and conversations. You had lost count of the amount of times they slammed a door in your face, demanding you to leave them alone. You hadn’t realised how annoying you were being as you followed them around everywhere, even if Pierre had scolded you for it each day.

When you were a teenager, Pierre purposely kept Charles away from you, telling him that if he even looked in your direction he wouldn't hesitate to end their friendship. You, of course, had no idea of the threat not that it mattered as you didn't paid any attention to the infamous duo during those few years, living in your own little world full of clothes , friends and different boys.

Now, however, you were an adult and all you wanted to do was support your brother throughout his career. In recent years you had gone to as many races as you physically could, but of course you had your own job and unfortunately didn’t have the time to attend any race this season.

Pierre was disappointed, he loved having you there to support him, but he understood that you had your own life and never placed any blame on you. After years of the two of you constantly ignoring each other and bickering, you had finally begun to act like siblings and all he wanted to do was make up for lost time.

You had thankfully gotten three weeks off work - well they weren’t necessarily weeks off as you still had to do your job, but your boss insisted that there was no need for you to trek to the office everyday when you were perfectly capable of doing the work at home on your laptop. The timing couldn't have been better with the triple header just around the corner, it almost seemed like a miracle and you were gonna enjoy every minute of it.

You grinned as you texted your brother.

Any spare tickets to the race :)

He replied almost immediately.

You're kidding, which one?

All of them?

Your texting was cut off by Pierres contact photo appearing on your phone. You answered instantly only to hear Pierre screaming through your speakers, he also slipped in a few delighted curse words before finally letting you talk.

“My boss gave me the next three weeks off so I’m going to go support my favourite brother” you grinned.

“Your only brother” he remarked and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

You spent the next few hours catching up and retelling pointless stories. You had gone to sleep with a lazy smile on your face and  woke up the next morning to a text from Pierre, telling you that he had organized your passes for the three weekends as well as the flights, all you had to do was find a hotel. He slipped in the name of the hotel that he was staying at, and to your luck there was still room available. Now all that was left to do was wait.

You grinned giddy as you stepped off the plane and walked toward the baggage collection area, excited to finally get back to watching races in person. You rubbed your eyes in surprise when you spotted your brother waiting for you. “Pierre?” you screamed delightly, running up to him and pushing his body into a bone crushing hug. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever even if it was only a few months.

“Bonjour,” he laughed as he hugged you back.

“I thought you were busy all day today” you exclaimed once you pulled away from him.

He sheepishly shrugged at you with a lazy grin on his face. “I may have lied, are you ready to go?”

You nodded your head at him and for the first time in a long time your mind drifted towards your brother's best friend, Charles, who you hadn’t spoken to since an eventful night in Monaco a few months ago.

You cursed yourself as you thought back to that very moment.

Charles was having a party at his lovely home, you can't remember now what you were celebrating but everyone was ecstatic. You could hear the music from across the street and you knew before you even entered the house that it was going to be a night to remember.

The moment you stepped foot inside you were surrounded by multiple drunk people, all with large grins and hooded eyes plastered on them and you laughed as almost everyone stumbled around the house.

You spotted your brother in the middle of the room dancing with a pretty blonde, he had a goofy smile on his face and you knew from that sight of him alone that he was wasted. You were the only sober person there, at least that's what you thought until Charles had made his way to you with two cups in his hand, alcohol for you and water for him.

“I thought you were celebrating,” you mused as you took a sip of the dark liquor.

“Someone needs to keep these drunk idiots in check,” he joked.

“Well in that case” you said as you handed your drink to a stranger and took a sip of his water instead. You laughed at the bewildered look he threw your way before continuing, “I'm not going to let you tackle this party alone.” The smile that formed on Charles was genuine and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

You surprisingly enjoyed yourself the whole night, maybe that was because you knew everyone there, but most likely it was because you spent the whole night with Charles.

A few hours into the party he turned to you asking to dance, you didn't even hesitate to say yes, nerves surrounded you immediately and they only got worse when his hands dipped dangerously low on your hips. Your eyes automatically searched for Pierre and you left out a sigh of relief when you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought of getting caught fueled both you and Charles, so when he spun you around to face him neither of you hesitated to connect your lips. You considered yourself lucky that everyone around you was too drunk to notice your heated make out and used it to your advantage. You pulled him even closer to you, moaning in his ear when he grabbed your bum and giggling at the whimper he let out.

You felt dizzy. The fact that you were both sober made your first kiss even more real.

You were anxious when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private but agreed nevertheless, hoping that maybe he had wanted you for as long as you had wanted him.

He had tenderly kissed you again once he closed the door behind him.

“God, you have no idea how long i've waited to do this,” he moaned in your ear and although you knew that was just something people said in the heat of the moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe every single word that left his lips and got even more attached to the moment.

You revealed a piece of yourself to him that night, not only a physical part, but a part of your heart as you admitted your deepest secrets to him. “Fuck, Charles, I’ve always wanted you,” you moaned when he gently placed you on the bed.

You attached yourself to the kisses he placed all over your body, you paid attention to every bit of affection that he showed you, never once wanting him to stop. When he positioned himself next to you and asked if you were sure you told him there was nothing you've ever been more sure about.

You had both simultaneously moaned when he entered you, laughing at each other afterwards, which made your heart flutter. He was Charles, your brothers best friend and yet sex with him felt so natural.

He placed a tender kiss to your chest before he started moving and you couldn't help but hold him close to you, he didn't seem to mind however as he nested his head in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the soft gasps and grunts that left his mouth.

You arched your back in pleasure when he reached the deepest parts inside you, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back and all you could think was God why didn't we do this sooner?

“Don't stop, please Charles, don't stop” you moaned in his ear, and if you weren't in a completely different world you would have noticed the shiver than ran down his entire body at your words.

“Trust me, mon amour, i never want to stop”

You weren't even aware of the moans the left your lips until Charles had grabbed your chin and looked at you with desperation written all over his face, “Merde, Y/N, i want more than anything to make this moment last but If you keep making those pretty little sounds you're gonna make me cum”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words “Shut me up then”

And he did, he grunted as he reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans and letting out his own in the process. From the kissing, to Charles’ moans and the rolling of his hips it didn't take you long to release the knot in your stomach.

You regretted it now, thinking back on it, it had completely ruined your friendship with Charles. Your daily silly texts to each other had ceased to exist, your weekly facetime calls had died and a piece of you had broken.

You didn’t expect any less, he was your brother's best friend and even though you always found him insanely attractive, you knew deep down he would have found your little crush on him weird. You always had the suspicion that he saw you as a little sister, and the way he completely ignored you after your hookup had proven them to be true.

You couldn't hate him, or even place the blame of your failed friendship on him as you also went out of your way to ignore him, something that you really regretted but couldn’t change.

“You alright?” Pierre asked as he grabbed your suitcase in his hand.

“Yeah sorry i - i don't know what happened to me there,” you choked out, walking alongside Pierre to his car.

“It's free practice tomorrow, you coming?” he asked once you were both sitting comfortably in his car.

“Yeah, of course” you nodded as you watched the tall buildings pass by in the window.

“Everyones misses you, you know?” he quickly glanced over at you while he drove, wondering what the hell you were thinking so hard about.

“Yep” you sighed, “Me too,” but all you could think about was the Ferrari driver and how awkward it would be to see him again

You had shut yourself in your hotel room for the rest of the night, the flight and overly long check in had taken all the remaining energy out of you and all you wanted to do was curl into the hotel bed and sleep for as long as you possibly could. So that's what you did, until Pierre rang your phone, telling you that he was leaving for free practice in half an hour, wondering if you needed lift, which of course you did you had mumbled to him while scrabbling out of the bed and running to your bathroom to take the quickest shower of your life.

You had somehow gotten ready in time and before you knew it you were walking around the paddock with Pierre next to you, basking in the glorious sun.

Pierre whistled in excitement when he spotted Charles walking out of the Ferrari motorhome. The brunette quickly turned at the sound, a smile forming on his face when he spotted Pierre, his eyebrows raising soon after as he finally noticed you next to him. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as he got closer and closer to you.

You stood firmly in your spot, uncertain if a hug would be too big of an action after months of silence between you both, quite frankly you didn’t even want to touch him, the pain that he had caused you cutting too deep. Unfortunately, he beamed at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest and rocking you both side to side.

“Hi,” you laughed, unwilling to cause a scene in front of your brother, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck.

“It's great to see you” he admitted when he pulled away and you felt your throat close up at his words. “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and although it wasn’t a lie, the words felt dirty leaving your lips. You shouldnt have missed him, not when he left you lying alone in his bed after you both had sex.

“God, you're acting like you haven't spoken to each other in months,” Pierre laughed, and you and Charles shared an awkward look with each other. The silence that followed was unbearable.

You cleared your throat as you looked around the paddock. “I'm going to get some water” you quickly spilled out and abruptly turned in the other direction, ignoring the confused look that Pierre shot in your direction. You had only taken a few steps when Charles grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a random building.

“Shh it's me” he flinched as you pushed yourself away from him, “it's me” he repeated looking at the bewildered expression on your face.

“You couldn’t have just talked to me like a normal human being?” you argued, “Did you really have to drag me behind a building?”

“I couldn't talk about you know what around you know who” he threw back and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! You dont want to talk about us having sex infronf of Pierre” you snapped and he covered your mouth with his hand. You bit his hand and he gasped in response.

“You bit me!” he half shouted.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” you commented , relishing in how flustered Charles had gotten.

“We need to talk about that” he choked out, looking absolutely anywhere except your eyes.

“Oh so now you want to talk about it?” you asked with an accusing tone to your voice, surpringing not only Charles but also yourself.

“I know it was a dick move, I just” he sighed “I didn’t know how to bring it up”

“How about maybe not leaving straight away? How about sending me a text explaining how you felt instead of leaving me in the dark for months? If you thought it was a mistake you could have just-”

“I didn't think it was a mistake”

You couldn't help the effect those words had on your heart, but suddenly you were even more furious, he was unintentionally playing with your heart and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

“Then why didn't you tell me!”

You were frustrated and he wasn’t helping one bit. He had left it too late, the damage was done, you had spent months regretting your decision to climb into bed with him and a few words lazily strung together to form a sentence wasn't going to erase the emotional damage he caused you. It didn't matter anymore whether it was intentional or not

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship”

“That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard!”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and all you wanted to do was sob your heart out, but you refused to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to know the effect he had on you. “Look your late and i - i need to breathe”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you ran away, unable to face the boy who broke your heart: the boy who had given you everything you could possibly want, only to snatch it out of your grasp.

You cursed yourself for getting attached to that moment because now, every time you closed your eyes, all you see was him panting on top of you and all you could feel was his lips on your skin. It was a memory that used to delight you but now all it brought was sadness and pain.

You knew your attachment issues would bring you pain one day, but only now as you crouched down next to some random building, did you realise it would be physical pain. You clawed at your neck in desperation. You couldn't breathe. Your tears were practically suffocating you and you couldn't help but think Charles' hands ripping your heart from your chest was the cause.

Unknowingly to you, Charles watched your retreating figure with tears forming behind his eyes. It had finally hit him how much he fucked things up. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought maybe you needed space, maybe you would have regretted it.

He wore his heart on his sleeve that day, everything that he told you was true, he was just so scared. So scared that he would be left heartbroken, that his feelings were unrequited, that maybe, just maybe, you would be disgusted with yourself for what you two did.

He left early the next morning to hype himself up, to finally tell you about his feelings for you that had been bubbling around in his stomach for years, but when he returned to his bedroom you were gone.

He didn't realise how much waking up to an empty bed would affect you, just as much as you didnt realise how much leaving would affect him.

He was never good at communication, but it was so easy with you, so why didn't he pick up the phone? He had no excuse except that he was scared.

It was his fear that hurt him the most. It was his fear that broke your heart and that had hurt him so much more than he thought was possible.

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breaking the rules + Lando Norris - part five

In which Lando is your brothers rival in the championship battle, but you can't stay away from him.

part one - part two - part three - part four

“Fuck,” you mutter. Some mechanics next to you grin a bit. Everyone is focused on the big screen in front of you. The third free practice has just began and with Sunday being the important day, every session matters even more than normally. You see the replay and sigh. Lando is going to be pissed. You can’t even tell if it was an accident or not, but Pierre collided in to Lando. Causing Lando to get in to the barriers. You try to look closer at his car, it seems bad. 

“Can they even fix that before the qualifications tonight?” You ask the mechanics from Ferrari. 

“I think your brother needs to thank Pierre,” one of them tells you with a laugh. 

“I don’t know, the barrier caused some serious damage if I can see it right,” another one tells you. 

You sigh. You can only hope McLaren mechanics can fix this. You want nothing more than to be there for Lando right now, but you can’t think of a way how. They show the replay once again of what happened between Lando and Pierre. At the top of the screen you see the notice of FIA, telling everyone they’ll investigate after the session. They show how Lando is walking back to his motorhome, not even looking at Pierre while doing so. How pissed would he be right now? 

Before you can really think about your new formed plan, you decide to walk out of the Ferrari pit box. Not in the mood to hear the enthusiasm from the mechanics and the other team members about Lando his broken car. Of course, it’s great for your brother something like this happened, but it can’t be fair. You keep wondering if Pierre did it on purpose. You start walking towards the McLaren pit box, hoping to meet Lando before he arrives. You already see him coming closer. He’s still wearing his helmet, that can only mean he’s pretty pissed off. 

You walk closer towards Lando, not mentioning your surroundings. It can’t be the worst idea to talk to him quickly right? You just have to hope it’s not being broadcasted. Maybe this is a bad idea. What if the cameras are still filming Lando right now? What if your brother sees it later? You sigh. Fuck it. It won’t take long before you will tell Charles everything. You decide to take the risk. It will be a problem for later if you need to explain something. You can only hope that will be after the race from tomorrow. 

“Y/N?”

Someone grabs your arm, pulling you closer. You look up surprised. You know it’s not Lando. It can’t be Lando. You didn’t reach him yet. You are being pulled in a hug. What’s going on? You quickly look up, trying to get out of the hug. The white AlphaTauri cap is the first thing you notice. It must be Pierre. Is this a sign that you don’t need to take the risk? Or is this just Pierre being his annoying self? Probably some weird combination of both you think annoyed. Is it so much to ask to just speak to Lando? When Pierre finally loosens his grip on you, you quickly take a step back. 

“It’s so sweet of you to come up to me after that incident,” Pierre tells you with a big smile. 

It’s exactly that moment that Lando walks close enough to notice everyone about you two. He feels himself getting mad. Are you for real? He can’t believe that he actually thought you would be coming over to him. How can he even think something as stupid as that. He’s not your first priority. Apparently Pierre deserves your attention even more than he does. He is starting to see red. How can you do something like that? Didn’t you see what happened? What Pierre caused? He can’t even believe you would seek Pierre his attention after Pierre pushed him off the track. If he loses tomorrow it’s probably because of this. He doesn’t even know if he can qualify normally. And you are hugging with the guy that causes all of this? He scoffs when he walks past you. Not even seeing the desperate gaze you’re trying to send him. 

You don’t know what to do next. Pierre keeps talking to you about what happened on track and how accidental it was. Every time you hear him mention the word accident, you wonder if Pierre realizes it you know that he’s lying. You play with the charm on your necklace. Trying to calm yourself a bit. There’s a huge feeling of guilt waving through you. You can’t believe you didn’t notice Pierre before it was too late. You just wanted to see Lando, you only wanted to talk to him. Is Lando mad at you? You can’t help to keep asking yourself that question. You tried to look at him, telling with your eyes he was the one you were after and not Pierre. But he didn’t look back at you, now that you think about it all you noticed was a scoff. He must be mad. 

In the mean time Lando is getting even more frustrated when the cameras zoom in at you and Pierre. He sighs. A few mechanics look up to him, the ones that aren’t already working on his car. He doesn’t say anything else, he decides to get in to his dressing room. He needs some time alone. 

While sitting in the room, he can’t get his mind off you. Maybe this was a bad idea after all, he thinks to himself. It’s pretty clear that you didn’t care as much about him as he did for you. Right? It’s not like you don’t know how annoyed he already is at Pierre. He can’t even think about a reason why you went to Pierre after what happened. You should have been coming to him. He sighs once again. This is hopeless. Maybe it’s just better to call it quits? He thinks of the last days.  You told him you’d visit his hotel room sometime, it’s been two days that the two of you are here already and you didn’t visit him once. But on the other hand, you did text him a lot and if you had a moment without Charles you were the first one to ask him to FaceTime. He doesn’t know what to do. It’s clear to him he cares about you, but he can’t help himself getting worried if the feelings are mutual. 

“Just ask him if he wants to see me.”

Lando hears someone talking close to his door. 

“If he doesn’t want to see me I will go away.”

Could it be you? He tries throwing away his thought. It can’t be you right? You probably won’t take a risk like this just to see him. His thoughts are making him crazy. Is it too much to ask for a bit of peace. If he keeps thinking like this all day long he can forget focussing on the race tomorrow. 

“Please?” 

It can’t be you, Lando keeps telling himself. It’s probably some crazy fan that has come into the pit box. It won’t be the first time something like that happened. But then Lando hears someone knocking on his door. He stands up. He’s already getting his hopes up, although he knows it bad to do so. He will only get disappointed. One of the mechanics is standing in front of him, “There’s someone here for you, but I don’t know if you want to see her?” 

“Who’s it?” 

Lando tries to look past the mechanic, but the guy blocks the door so he can’t see much. 

“I believe she’s Leclerc’s sister?” 

A smile is forming on Lando his face. He forgets about all his worries for a while. He just nods at the guy in front of him, who then quickly takes a step back. You’re standing right before him now. He can’t help himself but smiles at you. Now that he thinks about it, he can’t even stop smiling. You do care about him. You took a huge risk to see him. You’re in the zone of his team instead of being at Ferrari. 

You walk up to Lando, putting you arms quickly around him. Finally touching him after being away from him for a few days. Lando lifts you up. He pulls you even closer to him. Smiling from ear to ear. 

“You have a lot of explaining to do mate,” the mechanic tells Lando, “or isn’t she the sister of Charles?”

“Yeah, yeah she is. Will talk to you later,” Lando takes you inside his dressing room and quickly closes the door. Leaving the confused mechanic behind. He knows everyone in his team will be talking about this for the rest of the weekend now. But he doesn’t mind. If he’s honest, he hopes the word spread to everyone that you came here for him. Let everyone hear all about it, certainly Pierre. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” Lando tells you softly, not looking away from you for a second. 

“Believe me if it was up to me I would have been here a lot sooner,” you tell Lando, you feel the need to explain about why you were with Pierre. You don’t want Lando to think something else happened. “I was already walking towards you when you were walking to the pit box, directly after the crash. Did you see me? Before I could reach you Pierre saw me. I didn’t even notice him, but he pulled me into a hug and kept talking. I made up some kind of excuse, but it was a lot of trouble to leave. I wanted to be here directly after the crash. I tried to get eye contact with you when you walked passed us, don’t know if you would have gotten my message if you looked..”

Lando listens to your rant. At one point he has heard enough. He presses his lips against yours, silencing you while doing so. 

You are surprised by the sudden move of Lando. You were afraid he would be mad at you. Quickly you kiss him back. His hands have found their way around your waist once again, pulling you extremely close to him. You play a bit with his hair during the kiss. The both of you missed this feeling. You don’t want this feeling to end. But after a while Lando pulls back. There are still many questions flying through is mind. He wants to know about your strange behavior. 

“Why didn’t you visit me earlier?” Lando asks you, “You said you’d.”

“I share my hotel room with Charles, he’s being so stressed that he doesn’t sleep before midnight. So it’s weird for me to stay up for so long and I don’t want to fuck up your sleep,” you explain quickly, “I hope that Charles falls asleep early tonight, normally he tries to get around 10 hours sleep before race day.” 

Lando smiles at you, “I can’t believe you are in my dressing room. What if someone saw you?”

“Maybe they even broadcasted it on live tv,” you tell Lando. He notices you don’t seem to mind it much. 

“What if Charles sees? Or hears? I’m pretty sure the mechanics will talk about this with everyone,” Lando tells you. 

“I told him I’m seeing someone,” you tell Lando, “and I also told him that I will tell him more after this weekend. I’m not hiding you forever. He even saw the necklace.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me he was glad that someone is treating me right,” you tell Lando with a small smile. 

Lando smiles back at you, “I hope I can talk things out with him tomorrow.” 

“I think he’s the one who needs to talk things out with you, not the other way around. I still don’t get it you’re not mad at him,” you say, “I would have been pretty angry if someone did all that to me.”

“Fucking you in his apartment was a really good step for getting over it,” Lando says, he laughs after his own words. You join him. 

Charles: where are you? I thought you were watching at Ferrari

“Oh he’s texting me,” you tell Lando, “I think this is my sign to go back.” Lando nods at your words, “I will walk you out.”

Y/N: coming, was walking around for a bit

Charles: okay, I’ll wait by the pit box

Lando presses a soft kiss against your forehead before opening the door of his dressing room. He walks with you towards the entrance. You notice the stares the both of you are getting. You can’t help yourself to send out a smile to the McLaren team before you hug Lando. 

“Good luck with the qualifications, I hope you can participate normally,” you tell him. 

“We’ll see. Come see me later?”

“I’ll try.”

You press a kiss against Lando his cheek and walk out of the pit box, quickly going back to your brother. You leave Lando behind his team members, who each have their own thoughts and questions about you being with him. 

“So what was that about?” One of the mechanics asks Lando. His coworkers quickly join him in asking questions about you. “Are you dating her?” “Isn’t she the sister of Charles?” “Are you doing this to play mind games with him?” “Are you in love with her?” The questions go one and one. At one point Lando decides he needs to say something. 

“Fix my car before qualifying and I’ll be answer all your questions,” he tells the mechanics, “but yes, she’s his little sister and I’m seeing her. He doesn’t know yet.”

A few team members laugh at his words. Another pair applauses him. 

“Is it serious?” Someone asks Lando. 

“I’d like to think so,” he answers before getting back to his dressing room. 

**

“You’re not dating Pierre right?”

Charles and you are spending some time together while waiting for the qualifications to start. You look up at him, confused about his stupid question. 

“Everyone around here told me that you left directly after the crash he had,” Charles explains his self after seeing your confused look. 

“I’m not dating him,” you tell Charles, “I’m pretty disgusted by him to be fair. I just wanted to walk around for a bit and he kept buggering me.”

“I do think you’re dating someone from around the paddock. A driver even,” Charles continues. It’s a fun game for him to guess who you’re dating. While for you it’s giving you a lot of stress. 

“Why a driver?”

“That necklace is pretty expensive,” Charles tells you, “so if it’s someone about the paddock who’s around your age, it can only be a driver.” 

“What do you mean with pretty expensive?” You ask Charles, how much money did Lando spend on you? 

“Ask that the person you’re dating, I’m not spilling his secrets,” Charles says with a laugh. You sigh. He doesn’t even know yet and he’s already taking Lando his side. 

“So since it’s a driver, who can it be? Not me, not Pierre and not everyone with a relationship. So we have Yuki, Mick, Esteban, Lewis, Zhou, Lance and Lando,” Charles guesses further. You sigh. 

“Don’t you need to get in to the car?” You ask your brother, getting a bit annoyed. 

“Come on Y/N, just tell me,” Charles says. He smiles at you. You really don’t know what to do now. You do want to tell Charles, but it’s a bad timing to do so before qualifying if he gets mad. And he will probably get mad. 

“You know what, I will find out after the race,” Charles tells you after seeing you doubt, “but I’m not stopping guessing. Wanna know who my number one guess is?”

You just nod. 

“I think you might have a thing for a certain brunette driver,” Charles tells you. 

“That’s like half of them Charles,” you sigh. 

“I know, I can tell you the name I’m thinking of but what’s the fun of that.”

You sigh again. You don’t know anyone who’s as annoying as Charles.

**

The big screen in front of you is making you anxious. The qualifications are giving you all kinds of nerves. To your surprise McLaren fixed Lando’s car, or at least they did enough to let him participate in the qualifications. It’s unknown to you (and Lando) if everything is working correctly. It worked enough to get him to Q2 with a top 5 time, so you hope that’s a good sign. Q2 is almost over, your brother and Lando are both in the top. You don’t have to worry about them this round, but you can’t help yourself to still do. Maybe it’s because of Pierre. He has made it out of Q2 as well, meaning he’s racing with the last ten. You can’t seem to forget about what danger he caused in the last practice. 

Q3 is starting. You notice that Charles is leaving the pits direct at the start. Lando is doing the same thing. You can already imagine the commentary on this. Charles is getting his first purple sector, Lando quickly taking it away from him. Their lap times are closer than ever. You don’t know for who you’re rooting. Do you want Charles to take pole position? He’s your brother after all. Maybe he doesn’t think so anymore, but he still deserves the championship title. He has fought hard for it. But on the other hand, you can’t help yourself to smile when Lando takes away the second purple sector from your brother as well. With the way Lando has been driving the last races, he certainly deserves the titles as well. You don’t want to chose a favorite. You just hope the two of them can talk everything out after the race tomorrow. No matter who wins, you will stick by both of their sides. 

“How is Norris this quick?” One of the mechanics asks when Lando sets the pole position lap. He’s two hundreds of a second faster than Charles. You hear how Charles his car is getting other tires, seeing on the screen that they do the same at the McLaren pit box with Lando his tires. Charles is getting an old pair of softs, while Lando has a new pair left. If it’s up to the tires, maybe Lando will keep his pole position? 

Both of them are doing their out lap. Charles is in a bit of advantage, the traffic is mainly behind him. Lando’s getting right behind Pierre on the other hand. Pierre is not letting him past. You sigh. 

“Can someone tell Gasly to fuck off,” you hear Lando mutter over his board radio, “he’s in the way.” 

After the board radio Lando finds a way to get past Pierre. Quickly focussing on his out lap again. Charles is already driving through the first sector, trying to get the purple sector times. He succeeds in the first sector. Only bettering Lando his time with a few tenths. Lando is also starting his fast lap. Before you know it he has his first fastest sector back. Charles beats his time in the second sector, Lando can’t keep up with him in the sector. Leaving it all to the last sector. 

In the mean time some other drivers also got great lap times. Leaving your brother on the eight place for now and Lando on the seventh. But it’s pretty clear they will end as number one and two. Your brother crosses the finish line, taking pole position. Now it’s up to Lando. Will he be better in the last sector? 

“Fuck!” 

Lando’s scream off frustration is loud and clear. You can’t hold in a curse word as well. Muttering so soft that hopefully no one will hear. You doubt anyone heard you, everyone is celebrating Charles’s pole position. 

“This is all because of him,” you hear Lando scoff. You can only imagine how mad he is. His car gave up on him in the final seconds. It’s not hard to blame Pierre for damaging it. You sigh. This means Lando will start seventh tomorrow. Hopefully the car doesn’t need major updates, otherwise he will also be dealing with grid penalties. 

Everyone around you is cheering when your brother walks in the pit box. You want to cheer with them, but you can’t find yourself to do so. Charles deserves the pole position, but at this moment you only feel sad for Lando. He deserved the pole position as well. You try to ignore those feelings while walking over to Charles. He hugs you. 

“You did a great job,” you tell Charles, you mean the words you’re telling him but your voice tone doesn’t match your words. “You deserve it,” you go on, trying to sound more happy for your brother. Charles doesn’t seem to notice, he looks happily at you. When he sees your face his own smile fades a bit. He looks at you with a soft expression. 

“Go to him,” Charles tells you, “I think he needs you harder right now than I do.”

You don’t understand Charles words. He can’t know you’re thinking about Lando, or can he? So far you know, Charles still doesn’t know anything about you and Lando. Did something change? Even if he knows about it, why would he tell you to go to him? 

“What do you mean?” You ask Charles. 

He smiles at you. “I might be a bit slow sometimes, but I get it now. We’ll talk about it later. I’m going to celebrate this and you’re going to comfort him.” 

“Thank you Charles,” you thank your brother. 

“Pierre’s ego must be hurting with this tenth place, he did so well last qualifications,” Charles says. 

You look confused at him. Why is he talking about Pierre again? Does he actually thinks you're seeing Pierre? You really thought he knew about Lando. Oh for fucks sake, Charles can’t be this blind right?

“Pierre?” You ask your brother confused, “I’m not seeing Pierre.”

He laughs at you. His laughs fill the room. You look even more confused at your brother. This is all a big mystery to you. Does he think you’re dating Pierre? Is he making a joke? Does he know about Lando or not? This is way too confusing. 

“Just kidding,” Charles tells you still laughing at himself, “I know it’s not Pierre.”

“Do you know who it is?” You ask Charles. 

He nods, “Yeah I figured it out a while ago. I saw his McLaren when I brought you to your friend, then I remembered that the same McLaren was standing outside my apartment. And your strange behavior started to make sense. You’re not great at hiding.”

“You’re okay with it?” 

“Y/N I really think you need to go to Lando instead of asking stupid questions,” Charles tells you, “He’s probably already exploding, go calm him down a bit.”

You nod at him, grabbing your bag before leaving towards to McLaren motorhome. You look at Charles and smile at him. Multiple feelings are going through you, but you feel good. You’re grateful for your brother. You did expect that it wasn’t going to get really bad when he found out, but you did not expect it to go like this. You’re really grateful. 

“Of course I’m okay with it,” Charles quickly yells when you walk away from him, “As long as you’re happy right?” You look back at him, waving him goodbye and smiling. You quickly walk towards the McLaren motorhome, hoping you will find Lando over there. 

**

Lando wasn’t at his motorhome anymore. A kind team member told you Lando had already go back to the hotel. So that was where you were as well. You had knocked at his room door, hoping he would let you in. You even yelled through the door that it was you, asking if you could talk to him. You heard nothing. Maybe he was somewhere else?

You take a sip off your drink. After not finding Lando you went to the hotel bar. You look at your phone, you already send a few messages to Lando. Asking him where he is, if you can see him and more. It’s kind of desperate now that you think about it. But you want nothing more than to see him. 

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, you hear Pierre talking to you. Where the fuck did he come from? Why wasn’t he with your brother, celebrating the pole position? Pierre takes a seat next to you. You ignore him at first. 

Y/N: im at the hotel bar if you want to see me

You put back your phone in your bag. How many texts did you send Lando already? He probably doesn’t want to see you. Maybe you’re annoying him even more now with all those messages. 

Pierre asks you another question, you answer him a bit annoyed. He keeps the conversation going. Telling you about his one qualifications. In the mean time you order another drink. You can use some distraction from this terrible idea. 

In the mean time Lando is back at the motorhome from McLaren. He can’t believe he forgot his phone over there. He thought he could be alone for a while in his hotel room, but when he wanted to text you he found out his phone wasn’t with him. He’s annoyed at himself. He’s even more annoyed that he’s already doing this much for a bit of contact with you. He wants nothing more than being alone, thinking about the awful qualifications and how he needs to step up his game even more to make a chance tomorrow. But instead of being at his hotel room, he’s getting his phone back because he wants to know if you texted him. It’s desperate according to himself. 

It starts to annoy him that he’s this desperate for your attention. He wonders if you have the same problem.

“Oh Lando, I need to tell you something.”

A team member walks up to him. Lando sighs softly, he’s not in the mood for more bad news about his car. Because, what else can it be? 

“What is it?” Lando tries to suppress his annoyed tone. 

“Your girl was here before. She asked where you were, so I told her you were already back at the hotel.” 

“Wait, serious?” Lando asks. His team member nods. Lando starts to grin. His bad mood is quickly leaving his body. “That’s great,” Lando says, “I’m just here to grab my phone, then I will go back to the hotel.” 

“Want to hear about your car as well?” 

“Good or bad news?” Lando asks.

“I think it’ll be alright. We have found the problem. I can’t make any promises, but I think you can start without losing more places tomorrow.” 

Lando’s bad day just got a lot better. He grabs his phone and starts heading back to the hotel. He reads the notification from your last message. He already knows where he’s going. 

At the hotel bar, Pierre is still sitting next to you and talking to you. You are getting more annoyed with the minute. Why can’t this boy ever shut up? You just wanted to drink some cocktails to relax. He’s ruining everything. You scroll through your phone again, still no response from Lando. Is he mad at you? Maybe he thinks everything is your fault? If he wasn’t close with you, Pierre probably didn’t cause the accident in the last free practice. Maybe it is all your fault. 

Pierre throws an arm around your shoulder, “Want a new drink?” He asks you. 

It’s exactly at that moment that Lando walks in. He notices you directly. You seem sad. He notices Pierre sitting next to you. He feels himself getting mad already. Why can’t that boy leave you alone? He sees that you barely respond to Pierre. When he thinks he can’t get more annoyed at Pierre, he sees that Pierre is putting an arm around your shoulders. That’s the moment Lando loses it. He walks over to the two of you. 

“Don’t fucking touch her,” he groans towards Pierre. 

You’re glad Lando is standing in front of you. He did chose the right moment to show up. You hope he will get you away from Pierre. You feel Pierre his grip on you tighten. Lando gets closer to you, he takes your hand and pulls you softly away from Pierre. Quickly putting his own arm around your waist. 

“What’s this Y/N?” Pierre asks, he seems confused. 

“Don’t talk to her.” 

Lando is letting all his feelings out now after bottling them up for so long. He’s more than annoyed at Pierre. The boy is making him mad. First the flirting at the restaurant, the rumors he wanted to start about you, the not so accidental crash during the free practice, the bothering you when you wanted to walk to the McLaren pit box, his car failing him because of the crash and now making you feel uncomfortable once again. It’s done. 

“I think she can talk for herself,” Pierre says, “and I think she’s coming with me instead of you. I mean we don’t want Charles to find out, right?”

Lando doesn’t know what to do. If it’s up to him he wants nothing more than to leave Pierre standing here alone. Taking you back to his room with him. But, he doesn’t know what you want. He doesn’t want to give Pierre a reason to expose everything to Charles. 

“Go fuck yourself Pierre,” you mutter angrily, you take Lando his hand. “Let’s go Lan.”

“But what about Charles?” Lando asks you. It can’t be your idea that Charles finds out right before the race? It was the plan to tell Charles after the last race. Do you want to take a risk this big? Lando can’t wrap his mind around the way you’re thinking. 

You look back, seeing Pierre is back far enough to not hear anything. “He knows,” you tell Lando. 

“He knows?” Lando asks you confused. You nod. 

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Lando tells you with a smile, “But first I want to show you how much I’ve missed you.” The two of you walk towards his hotel room. 

“Show me I’m yours.”

“You’ll be the end of me Y/N.”

“Show me,” you whisper before he opens the hotel room.

we all know what's going to happen next part ;) how do y'all want to end this? who's getting the world championship?

part six

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Looking at me - Arthur Leclerc

Thank you so much for requesting! I already had an idea in my head for something like this and you just gave that last push! It was my first time writing in third person, and I really-really need the practice. Still I hope you will enjoy this 😀🧡 Have a great weekend everyone!

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Getting a chance to walk a well known fashion show at the age of 19 was a huge step in her career. She had jobs and photoshoots all the time, but everyone knew that you’re becoming a name in the industry when well known brands ask you to model for them. She already had a photoshoot with one of them a year ago, but having that break since then and now made her think she probably wouldn’t make it into the real fashion world. However, after Alpha Tauri gave her a chance thanks to Pierre, she was contacted by a well known brand just days after the release of the pictures and they asked her to attend their show at the end of the year. Having the promise of such a big show got her through every harder moment throughout the year and she felt like December couldn’t turn up quick enough.

Luckily as it was well after the end of the season for Pierre he could attend with their parents and siblings. She couldn’t even imagine going through something like this without them. Y/N used her last two guest seats to invite both Charles and Arthur. They were friends of their family and she knew Charles was into fashion and would always take the opportunity to attend shows. He probably could have bought tickets to it himself, but it wasn’t the same as being invited by someone who worked for the company that time. It was also probably the only way to make it seem less strange that Y/N would have liked Arthur to attend. No one asked questions why he was there if he came with his brother. There’s no easier way to do it.

The two of them were quite good friends, as they spent most of their childhood together and later could connect over being younger siblings to well known athletes. It was probably easier for her as she at least went her own way while Arthur was following in Charles’ footsteps, exactly. He was a talented driver, but people and the media always loved to compare the brothers, always bringing down at least one of them even though they were never really in the same championship or position at the same time. They usually talked at least weekly, but after harder races or attacks from the media either Y/N reached out to him or the other way around. It was just easy to support each other as they understood each other’s challenges and hardships. They couldn’t complain though, as both had family and other friends who supported them in their careers and personal lives also.

“ They’re outside. ” Pierre’s voice got her to jump in her chair a little before Y/N took in what he said. “ I’ll get them to the seats and we will meet after the show, yeah? ” He asked, taking the passes from the table next to her. She knew they wouldn’t have time for her to greet their friends and get back here in time.

“ Yeah, thank you. Enjoy. ” Y/N nodded with a grin before getting a kiss on her cheek from him. “ I’m gonna try not to trip. ” She added with a chuckle before he left, watching as he closed the door after himself while she could still hear him laugh. She leaned back in her seat as everything was already done for the show, and it was now just minutes until the start of the show.

She finally chose a photo from the morning when we arrived at the avenue, to share it on her story. Making sure it uploaded fine she could see Arthur’s profile picture in the bottom left, telling her that he already saw it, making her smile immediately. Y/N sent him a quick selfie with her eyes closed and holding up a peace sign as the grin still didn’t leave her face. She was just about to put her phone down when he sent one back, mimicking her pose and making her laugh out loud. He did look silly and seeing Pierre so confused in the background of it just made it even better. She wanted to respond but then had to leave when they were calling her name from the hallway. With one last deep breath she fixed her hair in the mirror before leaving the dressing room and following all the girls to the backstage.

She felt like an anxious mess right until it was her turn and had to step out onto the stage as they counted down for her from the sideline. She made sure her dress wasn’t in the way of her steps, although knew they practiced for any possible outcome and knew she would manage even in a dodgy situation. Her heart was beating so loud Y/N wouldn’t have been surprised if the people watching the show could hear it over all the music and talking. She still tried to look cool on the outside, her grin not faltering for one bit as she walked down the length of the stage stopping at the end and turning for the cameras. Her way back was a bit more relaxed already, knowing she did her job and just had to get back from where they started. She had one more dress at the end of the show but that seemed a lot easier after such a smooth sailing first appearance. The second one felt like a treat for a job well done and she was ecstatic as she changed into her outfit for the after party. Her body felt sore from all the excitement and then adrenaline that already left. However, her mind was still running and looking forward to the night as she went to the lobby where she knew the others would be waiting for her.

“ You looked stunning out there, Y/N! ” Charles greeted her with a tight hug, making her chuckle quietly. Stepping back from his embrace the next ones were Pierre and her family before Y/N could finally turn to Arthur, not forgetting about him in any way.

“ Thank you for coming. ” Y/N said before hugging him, although it was something that was for his brother too, not just him. “ Hope you’re not too tired yet. We have a long night ahead of us. ” She let out another laugh after letting go of him but she didn’t even get to step away too much before he held up a bouquet of blooming flowers.

“ Just a little congratulatory present. Wanted to give it to you prior to the show, but that didn’t really work out. ” He said with a little blush creeping up onto his cheeks, as she took the flowers from his hands, immediately smelling them.

“ Thank you, they’re beautiful. ” Her eyes were still fixed on the bunch of them, taking in how sweet it was of Arthur. It was made from all of her favourite types of flowers, not missing any from the short list she could make up in her head. “ I’ll make sure they get home safe. Wouldn’t want to kill them at the club. ” Y/N let out a little laugh, turning to her mum while they exited the building together.

Luckily her family offered to take her things back home while they went straight to the venue of the after party. Her other siblings went home too after some last minute hugs, leaving the four of them to be the only ones to attend. There were cars that took the guests to the rooftop bar that was decorated perfectly for the occasion. The moon was shining onto the balcony, but there were also lights running over them, making sure everything was visible and people wouldn’t trip over each other or the few steps around the bar and dancefloor. It was the perfect setting for a party that was relaxed but at the same time a true after party, where everyone could let out their pent up energy and adrenaline from the show.

Minutes after they left the elevator, that took them to the floor of the balcony, they were already standing next to a table with their drinks on it. They were watching the crowd dancing just inches away from them while discussing the day. Pierre and Charles were deep into  one of their usual disagreements about their past season, making Y/N shake her head. It wouldn’t have been them if they got through a day spent together without a silly argument. That would have been too easy. She has been watching the crowd blocking out the bickering coming from next to her, gathering courage to join the dancing even though she never backed off being the center of attention it wasn’t the same with strangers. She knew just a few people from here, almost half of it being the ones she invited herself.

“ A dance? ” She turned to Arthur in the end when she could see that his glass was empty. He froze for a second, looking around them. “ You don’t have to, but I would rather turn deaf from the loud music than them roasting each other. ” She chuckled, cocking her head towards her brother and Charles standing across them. She took the last sip of her drink and was about to get into the crowd when Arthur nodded and putting down the glass from his hand was ready to follow her.

“ I’m not a big dancer, I’m warning you. ” Arthur sighed, but wouldn’t have denied himself the chance to spend some time with her in a more private setting. They never mentioned anything about stepping up their friendship, but that didn’t mean they never thought about separately, in their own heads. 

Y/N took his hand with a grin, pulling him towards the dance floor, weaving through the people standing close, leaving them a sliver of space to navigate their way. They had to stop a few times people stumbling in their way or bumping into them while they were getting closer to their destination. Y/N saw two of the girls she knew a bit better, and decided it will be better to be with friends than alone. Arthur greeted them, quickly introducing himself and even though they were already safe, standing in a less crowded space, in the moment Y/N didn’t let go of his hand while they enjoyed the music and the company. Arthur did take part in the dancing, although several of his moves ended up making them laugh and him blush a little although it never made him stop. He was happy to be the source of their joy for the night.

A few songs later Arthur excused himself from the group to get a drink for himself, while the girls stayed in the same position. Y/N spotted a few guys just seconds after he left, watching them, and approaching their group as soon as Arthur was out of the view. They were quite rude, not caring about how the girls tried to ignore them and get them to leave finally. Y/N was about to just leave and not even look back when she felt a hand come around her waist. Without looking up at the owner of the hand she got to know who was standing behind her by just the voice.

“ I think you should search for another company. The ladies aren’t interested. ” Arthur informed the intruders and by knowing him for years, Y/N could tell he was really focusing on the pronunciation. He seemed serious, like never before and it did the trick, getting the guys to turn around and leave mumbling some swears in his way.

“ Thank you! For both. ” Y/N smiled up at their saviour, taking the half full glass from his hand as he held it out for her. Arthur just shrugged his shoulders, relaxing his shoulders and taking a sip from his drink.

What they didn’t see was Pierre and Charles paying close attention to their group from afar. Her brother still had his fists clenched but he was slowly letting up as the situation got resolved and the younger ones could continue enjoying the party and drinks. Looking at each other they agreed with a sigh at being glad Arthur was there with them and helped them get out of a sticky situation. From the outside they did see how the younger Leclerc and Y/N were around each other, although neither of them wanted to push them towards a goal. It seemed simple, inevitable, but they wanted them to find their own way. It wasn’t rare that the only possible way wasn’t the best way in the end. Meaning, even if they looked compatible for an outsider, it was possible that a relationship between them wouldn’t be long-lived.

They stayed until their legs felt sore from dancing and standing around, and their minds were in a comfortable fuzzy state from the few drinks they got. The night wasn’t young anymore when they got into a taxi, heading for Pierre’s apartment that had enough space for all four of them. They all took turns in the shower and decided on who will sleep and where. There was only one guest bedroom and in the end Charles gladly gave it up to Y/N saying she was the one who worked today, taking the couch with a duvet and a pillow. She was about to just go and finally get a chance to fall asleep, when Arthur stepped out of the bathroom now in his pajamas. For a second she debated if she should just let him sleep on the other couch or maybe act on her idea.

“ We can share the bed if you would like. It's big enough for two people. ” She offered in the end, with a shy smile, pointing towards the bedroom down the hallway. “ I promise I won’t snore. Unlike Charl. ” Y/N let out a quiet laugh, making sure the mentioned brother didn’t hear it and wouldn’t try to get back at her for it.

Arthur had to agree with a sigh that sleeping in the same room as her brother, would have been on the same level as some late torture methods. He couldn’t really deny the offer, taking his things as they wished goodnight to the others and walked down to the bedroom. Within seconds they were both under the duvet, managing to share it and not pull it off the other one. They did start out quite far away from each other, but Y/N couldn’t be fed up when she woke up in the middle of the night to an arm draping over her waist. It grounded her while she had to get used to her surroundings and helped her get back to her dream right until the delicious smell of lunch got them back to reality around midday. They shared a moment, gazes locking, before getting out of bed with grins on their faces, both deciding to push the conversation to another time. At least until lunch, as Y/N’s stomach grumbled as soon as she was standing next to the bed.

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Over the 7 Seas

Ch. 13

Charles Leclerc x Reader

The next morning, Marie asks you how your date went. You tell her that it was everything you had ever dreamed of.  

On the other side, Charles reads your text over and over again. Thank you for the best first date ever. His heart does this thing where it can’t decide whether or not to skip a beat or flutter faster. 

He’d thought that you’d flake on him once you understood the repercussions you might face for engaging in a relationship with him. But you surpassed all of his expectations and had agreed to face anything together. He stared at the profile picture he’d taken of you. You had been so immersed in the surroundings while you walked that you hadn’t even noticed him pull out his phone and snap a photo. His thumb traced over your face, your eyes filled with amazement, your tresses blowing in the gentle breeze, your beautiful smile. A smile of his own creeps upon his face. 

“Oi Charles!”, calls Lando. No reply. 

“You should give up now. He’s hopelessly in love with that new girl. I’ve been trying to get his attention for the past 5 minutes”, Pierre tells him. 

“Oh yes, loverboy is officially lost”, agrees Carlos jokingly. 

Max finally walks up to where Charles is sitting and snaps his fingers in front of his face. Charles flinches and sits upright. 

“Are you going to be joining us for paddle today, or are you going to continue daydreaming about your new girl?”

Charles scrambles to his feet and grabs his paddle. He liked the sound of that. His girl. Yes. He couldn’t wait until he could call you his. 

…

“Y/n, do you mind watching Leila while I go out with Lando tonight?”

“Never Marie! How could I ever not want to spend time with this beautiful fairy!”, you reply while facing a very energetic Leila. She squeals and giggles at you. 

“Merci mon amie!” And then you hear the door slam shut. 

“Well missy, it’s just you and me now. Just you wait, we’ll have the time of our lives! Nous serons tous les deux imparables!” (The two of us will be unstoppable!) The toddler just claps her hands and begins bouncing in her seat. 

You play with her for a couple of hours, then when you're feeling drained, you decide to sing her to sleep. 

When she’s down, you head back into the living room and pick up your phone. 3 unread messages 

You open your messages app. It’s Charles. 

Hey Chéri, I was just thinking about you. Sorry I couldn’t text you today. I was out with the boys playing paddle. 

Well, you were also thinking about him. All the time. Ever since you’d returned from the date. Guilty as charged. 

I’d like to take you out again. Is this Wednesday around 2pm a good time?

You scroll down some more. 

J’aimerais vraiment vous montrer ma collection de voitures au musée (I would really love to show you my car collection at the museum). You can refuse of course, Chéri. I understand that you have a busy schedule. 

You smile at his thoughtfulness and begin replying to each of his messages individually. 

I think I should be free then. J’aimerais voir votre collection, Charles (I would love to see your collection, Charles). 

I’ve been thinking about you too. 

You go to unsend the last message, but just then, he sends you a heart emoji. You’re filled with warmth. You send him one back. 

Charles is filled with the same warmth when he receives your messages. He can’t wait to take you to see his cars the coming Wednesday. 

… 

When Marie returns, her lips are swollen and her hair looks slightly messier than when she first left. “Ooooh looks like someone got some action!”, you wiggle your eyebrows at her. 

She falls back against the back of the sofa dramatically and lets out a great big sigh of contentment. “He told me he didn’t care that I had a child, or about my past. That he was interested in staying for the long run. And then he kissed me”. She lets out another sigh and bites her lip. You let her revel in the memories of her night. “He kissed me and it was so good Y/n. You don’t understand. To be kissed with that much passion… I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t missed it all these years.”

You’re filled with happiness as you witness your best friend get a taste of what was in store for her in the future. A future that she deserved by all means. You made a mental note to have a talk with Lando later regarding not breaking her heart and hurting her, etc.

When Marie returns freshly showered and changed, ready for bed, you tell her about your plans for Wednesday.  “Girl, Lando was telling me how Charles was spacing out a lot this morning during their paddle game. Apparently mans was so out of it, it took more than 15 minutes to get him back into the game”. She looks pointedly at you. “He’s whipped, I’m telling you. Secure that man, or don’t, he’s not going anywhere without you”.

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