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freyjhasdesiredreality · 2 years ago

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The Healing Process - Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: mental struggles, panic attacks, cute Charles

Authors Note: Hello there beautiful people. I am sorry it took me a while to upload something again. It is not that I haven't started writing anything, I actually started 4 stories, but mentally I am really struggling right now and I had a period of very bad panic attacks during which I read a story by the wonderful @freyjhasdesiredreality called I'm here for you which helped me a lot and has inspired me to write something of my own about my struggles and maybe some of you can relate.

Furthermore, I don't think I will be able to upload much in the next couple of weeks as I am now very focused on my last semester of Uni and my Bachelor's thesis. I will be back posting new things whenever I can ♥.

This is a disclaimer: The things described here are how my panic attacks usually play out. I am well aware that we all may have different symptoms but I can only write from my experience.

Also if you ever need to talk - I am a great listener ♥!

It's not edited and English isn't my first language so be nice, please :)

Enjoy! ♥✨

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You were sitting in the living room on the sofa. From outside, a little light was still coming into your flat, but since the sun had already set, the light was fading more and more by the minute, enveloping you bit by bit in darkness like a black cloth.

But what was happening around you was completely unimportant. For all you could hear and perceive was the loud throbbing in your ears and this overwhelming feeling in your chest that increasingly choked your air and thus also took away the possibility of thinking clearly.

Every now and then you managed to calm down a little and let the tears dry up at least for a few seconds, but then your heart started beating too fast again, driving your pulse up so that the throbbing in your ears was back again.

You didn't want any of this. You didn't want to get worked up over the smallest things and then imagine impossible scenarios in your head that would probably never happen but were responsible for your panic attacks. But you could almost never stop it.

Mostly for no apparent reason, you would start thinking of scenarios, small inconveniences or even slightly bigger inconsistencies that had happened to you on the same day or further in the past and suddenly you couldn't turn your head off. It put itself into panic mode. Calming yourself down without first having a complete nervous breakdown or having to go through a whole panic attack was practically impossible.

With shaky hands, you reached for your phone and opened the chat with your best friend. A glance at the clock told you that if you left her a message now, she would probably answer quickly. You held down the small microphone next to the keyboard and tried to formulate understandable sentences somehow.

"Hey, I'm sorry I'm crying all over you now." you took a deep breath in and out and tried to calm your heart a bit, it kept beating at least twice as fast as would be healthy for you though.

"Once again, my head doesn't want to stop. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to anymore." You got up from the sofa and paced around the living room in a circle. While you were composing the voice message to your best friend, you had to keep pausing and taking deep breaths to get intelligible words out of yourself.

"I just don't understand why my head can't just shut the fuck up. Why do I always have to get caught up in the most stupid things? I don't know what to do." You finished the message but didn't send it directly. You were now standing in the middle of the living room, tears running down your cheeks with what should have been a beautiful view of the harbour of Monaco, but the harbour was blurred from all the tears streaming all over your face and the pulsing in your ears started yet again. Everything began to spin around you and out of experience you dragged yourself as fast as you could to the nearest toilet in your flat. You made it just in time before you threw up.

You leaned back against the cold wall after several minutes over the toilet bowl and let your head sink down onto your legs. Your whole body was shaking, you couldn't think of getting up at that moment. Subconsciously, you had taken your phone with you and placed it on the floor next to you when you had ran into the toilet. The chat with your best friend was still open. You pressed send and locked the device.

Your legs didn't carry you very far, but somehow you had made it to the bedroom. Just as you pulled your sleeping T-shirt, an old one of Charles', over your head, your phone began to ring on your bedside table. A glance at the screen told you that your best friend had listened to the voice message. You lay down in bed and answered the call.

"Hey." Your voice was small, almost inaudible. In fact, it could have already been described as a whisper.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry I didn't listen to the message until now. I wish I could get on a plane right now and join you in Monaco." Just hearing her voice made a lot of things more pleasant. Your thoughts were immediately occupied elsewhere and from second to second you felt your body calming down more and more.

"I wish you were here too. I hate being alone." There were a few tears welling up in your eyes this time, but not from panic, just because you were overwhelmed. Your hands shook a tiny bit again and you had to stifle a sob.

"Honey, just two more sleeps and then Charles will be back with you. Have you already talked to him on the phone today? His qualifying went exceptionally well today. I couldn't believe he actually made it to pole ahead of Max." Just the thought of your boyfriend made you smile.

The memory of the qualifying and the phone call with Charles shortly after the media round made you forget your panic completely. You told your best friend about the phone call with Charles, how his eyes had lit up and how proudly the Monegasque had grinned into the camera.

Time passed in this way until you became more and more tired and eventually fell asleep with the phone to your ear. Your best friend knew how to get you out of a hole. After all, it wasn't the first time she had to come to your rescue.

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You had no idea what time it was when you were awakened by two strong arms wrapped around your body from behind and finally pressing your back against his torso. You didn't even care what time it was then, because there was nothing more beautiful and pleasant in the world than waking up in Charles' arms.

"Good morning, mon Ange." Charles' mouth was right by your ear. His deep morning voice drove a shiver through your body, goose bumps that spread from head to toe in no time.

He gave you little kisses on your ear and around it. Charles knew very well that this point behind your ear, right at the transition to your neck, was your weak spot. Slowly he worked his way closer and closer to the spot until he finally reached it and placed several little kisses there and around it.

"I wish you didn't have to leave so soon. There's nothing like waking up like this." The smile on your face that had been lighting up your face until the thought of Charles having to leave soon disappeared with the spoken word.

Charles sensed your change in emotion and immediately turned you around in his arms so that your noses were now touching. A kiss on the slightly drooping corners of your mouth, however, failed to lift your spirits.

"I know it's not easy. Please come with me. Y/N, mon chéri, I hate to leave you behind. I know you're afraid the whole thing will overwhelm you and be too much, but for that I'd be near you and you wouldn't have to stay here in Monaco alone. Besides, Maman is coming to the next race too." Charles hated it every time he left you behind in Monaco. So far he was never able to convince you to join him. But Charles didn’t know the truth. There was only once that he saw the starting of a panic attack long after you made your relationship public. Which was also how you always managed to talk yourself out of joining him, his brothers and his team track side.

It was a stupid idea and you knew it the moment you clicked on "View all 15,675 comments", but by then it was too late. At first it was just a few comments under the picture Charles had posted of the two of you, which weren't worded quite so nicely, but the further you read the worse it got.

Your hands began to tingle and with each passing minute your breathing became faster and more uneven. Your hands were finally shaking so much that you couldn't even read what was written on the screen of the mobile phone. But you knew exactly what it said. So many hurtful words, people judging you, accusing you of only being after his money or others directly listing very offensively and without mincing words about what they hated about you. The world around you had begun to dissolve and everything was going round in circles.

Charles had just walked in the door with Andrea when he found you hyperventilating and in tears on the sofa. He had no idea what had happened, how he could or should help you, and above all, what was wrong with you. That's why he was more than happy that Andrea was there to help him. It had taken a while before he could finally calm you down.

Charles pressed gentle kisses to your forehead and nose. There were endless scenarios in your head about what a weekend at the races would be like and what could happen.

"Hey." Charles put his hands to your cheeks and made sure you were looking at him. "You're thinking way too much about this. It's going to be alright. I'm there, Maman, Lorenzo and Arthur are there too and the whole team is there too to help you if you need anything. They would all love to see you joining us for a weekend." You didn't really want to. Deep down you knew that nothing would happen and that everyone was happy to see you. But then there was always your stupid head that just couldn't shut up and thought up the stupidest things that would even somehow be an inconsistency and then make you feel directly insecure and start a panic attack at a place where people would be able to see you break down. Or even worse, a place where you couldn’t hide it from Charles.

You closed your eyes and took several deep breaths in and out. There was no point in hiding at home. Nothing would ever improve your situation and you knew it. Maybe facing your fear could help to at least minimize the problem.

Even with your eyes closed, you could feel Charles' eyes on you. He was waiting to hear that one word to set everything in motion.

"Okay." It came more like a whisper from your lips than the confident answer you would have liked. When you opened your eyes again you could see the glow on Charles face, who gave you several kisses on your cheeks and forehead again before he slowly placed one on your lips.

"I am very happy. I'll take care of everything and you'll see it'll be fine." Seeing his joy made you happy too and put a smile on your face.

And how Charles had taken care of everything. Not only had he taken care of your flight, which was easy because you were going to the race by private jet, but everything was perfectly timed on site so that you were never alone and someone could always spend time with you. You spent a lot of time with Pascale, who, as Charles had already told you, was also at the race. Arthur and Lorenzo spent a lot of time in the F2 paddock, which was several minutes' walk from the F1 paddock, but Lorenzo came to pick you up several times so that you could spend time with the two brothers while Charles was busy.

To your surprise, the fans were also very happy to see you. Many approached you in the morning when you came into the paddock with Charles and made it clear how happy they were that you were there for the first time at a race. The weekend went really well, not only for Charles who won the race, but also for Arthur who finished on the podium in both his races. He even took home the win in the feature race.

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"I promised you it would be a great weekend. Did I promise you too much?" Charles sat next to you in the driver's seat of his Ferrari, driving through the narrow streets of a small suburb of Bordeuax. After a sometimes more sometimes less successful first half of the season, Charles had planned a wonderful holiday for you. First it was off to Corsica and Sardinia for 14 days with family and a few friends before he finally wanted to have you to himself for a few more days before having to head back to work and prepare for the second part of the season.

"It's really incredibly beautiful. Thank you so much." Charles rested his right hand on your thigh and smiled briefly at you before briskly looking back down the road.

"Since it's our last night tonight, I thought we could cook together and have a cosy evening on the sofa." You liked that idea. Even though it was nice to try a new restaurant every evening, it was still not very relaxing, as you always had to get ready and were unconcerned by so many people in town.

It was not uncommon for Charles to be asked for pictures, some of which you offered to take yourself for the fans, and usually you and Charles didn't mind. But sitting on the sofa in comfortable clothes and watching a film or a series sounded very tempting indeed.

Charles parked the Ferrari in front of a couple of shops.

"I have to go and get something for my mum." He pointed to a small cosmetics shop not even a two minutes' walk from the supermarket. "How about you go ahead and get the groceries we need and meet me back here at the car? That way we can finish faster and get back to the house." You nodded and gave Charles a kiss before he said goodbye to you and disappeared in the other direction.

The shop was almost empty. There were only a few people around who also needed a few things just before closing time. As for dinner, it had to be something simple and quick you thought to yourself. After a short phone call with Andrea, you decided, with his help, on an pasta vegetable dish. You already had the vegetables, now all you needed were the noodles and a few spices.

With almost all the food in your hand, you bent down to get the right pasta from the shelf. When you stood up again and turned around, there was suddenly someone behind you who had not been there a few seconds ago. The next thing you knew there were several loud bangs and glass shattering on the floor. An elderly gentleman first looked at the ground and then glared at you angrily.

"Tu ne peux pas faire attention. Regarde ce qui s'est passé à cause de toi. Quelle insolence!" (Can't you pay attention. Look what happened because of you. What a nerve!) The man shouted at you but you didn't understand a word. Not only because he was shouting in French, but also because your heart began to beat again and the familiar throbbing entered your ears. You couldn't move from the spot and your whole body began to tremble.

"Qu'est-ce qui vous arrive, vous ne savez pas vous tenir ? Ne restez pas là comme ça. Aidez-nous. Après tout, tout est de votre faute." (What's the matter with you, don't you know any manners? Don't just stand there. Why don't you help? After all, it's all your fault.) The screaming man was all that was circling in your head. You also dropped the things you were holding in your arms in panic and within a few seconds your vision was completely blurred. From behind, someone finally grabbed you by the arms and slowly pulled you away from the screaming man.

"Calmez-vous, s'il vous plaît. Elle ne l'a certainement pas fait exprès. Les mésaventures peuvent arriver." (Please calm down. She certainly didn't do it on purpose. Mishaps can happen) It was a feminine voice, unfamiliar to you, that said something at least as upbeat to the older gentleman and then escorted you out a backdoor.

The throbbing in your ears only slowly diminished, yet you did not quite manage to get your tears or your breathing under control again so quickly. The woman sat down next to you on a chair and gently stroked your back.

"Try to breathe deeply in and out. I know it's not easy but it's all right." Gradually your tears became less and you were able to look at the young woman sitting next to you. She was wearing a supermarket top and a name tag that you couldn't quite make out.

"I'm so incredibly sorry. I didn't mean to." Your voice was just a low whisper but the woman had understood you anyway.

"There's nothing to apologise for. I saw what happened. It was his own fault for standing so close behind you. It's not like you have eyes in the back of your head." She smiled gently at you and handed you a tissue.

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You sat on the sofa, but what was happening around you was pushed far into oblivion in your mind. Over and over again, the scene replayed itself in your mind. You had already subconsciously gone over every little detail several times and thought about what you could have done differently.

The shop assistant could not have been more friendly. She had waited with you until Charles had arrived and had told you over and over again that it wasn't your fault and that you didn't have to worry. But alas, your head still wouldn't let go.

It was a curse. That's how most of your panic attacks started, when your stupid brain just couldn't leave a situation alone and kept coming back to it over and over and over again. A normal person would have forgotten the situation after two days by the latest, but with you it was quite the opposite.

You could feel your pulse quickening a little as you thought about how you came back to your feet from the crouch and felt something behind you out of nowhere. Suddenly there were shards lying on the floor and then the same questions was yet again circling through your head over and over again. What could you have done differently? How could you have prevented it? What if this now reflects badly on Charles because you had been so careless? What if the shop filed a police report afterwards for damaging property and people put Charles in a bad light, even though it was your fault?

Especially the thought of Charles and how you could harm him with your stupidity and carelessness made your pulse go up, your breathing quickened and there was that familiar throbbing in your ears again.

You hadn't even noticed that your fingers had reached for the a random object, one hand for the remote control, the other for a cushion, and clung to it so tightly that your knuckles were already white and your fingertips hurt. Only when you felt his arms on your thighs did your eyes and brain also register that Charles was kneeling on the floor in front of you and trying to talk to you. However, while his lips were moving you could not hear what he was saying.

Charles put a hand on your cheek and began to stroke you gently with his thumb. You closed your eyes and tried to take several deep breaths to finally understand what Charles was saying to you. The throbbing in your ears became quieter and quieter and with every minute that passed you could understand Charles better and better.

"Please Chéri, deep breaths in and out." As you opened your eyes again a tear ran straight down your cheek which Charles caught with his fingers and dried.

"It's all right mon Chéri." You could think of nothing better than to shake your head. In his eyes you could see the concern Charles felt. Most of the time Charles wasn't home when you were having a panic attack which resulted in you being very good at hiding it from him. You didn't want him to worry. He had enough on his plate to worry about as it was, so the last thing he needed was a childish girlfriend who couldn't control her emotions.

"No, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." Charles got up and sat next to you on the sofa. He took you tightly in his arms and laid your head on his chest. A few more tears moistened his T-shirt. The Monegasque held you like this for a few minutes until you had calmed down and your breathing had returned close to normal.

Charles did not let go of you afterwards, but loosened his hold around your body and turned you a little so that you were now sitting opposite him and he could examine you.

"Talk to me, please. I want to know what's going on in your head and why you think you need to apologise." His deep green eyes scrutinised you. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes before opening them again and then telling him everything that was on your mind. Every little thing and every worry that had been haunting you since that afternoon on your last day of holiday together in France.

"I'm sorry that I'm worrying you now too. You already have so much other stuff to worry about. Normally I control myself pretty well and manage to not lose my temper when you're around. That's why I apologise to you." Charles' eyes widened a few seconds after you finished your sentence as he realised what you had just said.

"Wait, that wasn't the first time you've had a panic attack?" You shook your head slowly and let your head sink down like a little kid who was embarrassed after doing something wrong. Charles, however, put his hand under your chin and lifted your head again so that you had to look him in the eye. He didn't have to say what he felt, you could read everything in his eyes and it broke your heart.

There was the worry you had suspected, but also so much more. Helplessness, pain but probably worst of all for you, disappointment. It was disappointment for him to know that you did not tell him such things because you did not want to burden him, but on the other hand it hurt him even more that he had not seen it and that you were able to hide it from him so skilfully.

Charles put his arms around your body again. He pulled you close to his chest and placed your head in the middle of his chest so that you could hear his heart beating.

"Do you hear that?" He knew very well that you could hear it, which is why he didn't wait for your answer and went straight on talking. "My heart beats for you. I have never loved anyone the way I love you and never in my life have I wanted someone by my side as much as I want you. You are my love, my life, my everything. I want to be that one person who is always in your corner no matter what and I will support you in every situation. But that only works if you tell me those things too. Knowing that you struggle with panic attacks and I couldn't help you because you were trying to protect me breaks my heart. It would never even occur to me to call it imprudence that my love turns to me with problems that I can help her overcome." Tears came to your eyes again. But this time because you felt stupid for ever expecting anything else from Charles. Especially because you were always there for him, no matter what it was about. Yet your stupid brain had made you think it wasn't like this the other way around.

"I'm sorry." Charles held you an arm's length back from his body, making sure you could see him roll his eyes.

"Stop apologising already. There's nothing you need to apologise for." You nodded carefully and let yourself fall back onto Charles' chest. The most beautiful place you could never have dreamed of in your life. You had seen a lot of the world already, but no place was more beautiful than the place where you could lay your head on Charles' chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, just to make sure no one could steal you from him.

"I promise you, we'll work together to hopefully stop you having problems like this someday. I know panic and anxiety attacks aren't something you can get rid of overnight, but I know a very good therapist and with a little work and a lot of belief that it will get better, we'll get it under control. Together." How you ever got the idea that Charles wouldn't do everything he could to help you was a mystery to you.

The healing process is not an easy one. You suffer setbacks, you go through ups and downs, you may have to question yourself and your own motives, but when you step out into the clearing on the other side at some point and see the world around you so much more colourful and joyful, you know that the journey was worth it. Especially when you have someone with whom you can share your new-found joy.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!

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freyjhasdesiredreality · 2 years ago

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Pickup lines - Pierre Gasly

Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows all about those awful pickup lines. You can make fun of them, use it between the two of you as a joke. But how long will it stay like a joke?

Warnings: overall fluff with a little hint of angst, best friend to lovers, alcohol usage, swears, , rom-com vibes

Word count: 8K

You have been working at the Alpine F1 team for two years now, you were one of the media managers travelling with the team all around the world. You loved your job very much, it had all the components that you were passionate about, travelling, media and Formula 1. As much as you have loved this job and would never in your life change it for everything, the constant travelling could make it much more different. You felt sometimes alone late at night in the hotel rooms. Just like everyone else you were dreaming about once you will have a normal relationship not just one night stands, that you occasionally have had.

A life like this can be lonely, and hard to maintain a relationship. But you knew this when you signed for this job. And to be honest it could be fun to use all those dating apps to find someone to ease the loneliness.

“Whatcha Doin'?” A head popped up next to you causing you to jump in surprise, nearly dropping your phone on the wooden floor as you were sitting outside.

“Jesus Pierre! We have talked about this, one day I’ll punch you in the face when you scare me, and I won’t be sorry.” He was laughing as he went around you and sat down on the small chair next to you.

“So are you gonna share with me Tinder’s offer of today?” He draped his left arm behind you on your chair as he leaned closer trying to look into your phone. “I know you were swiping” You giggled and shook your head as you unlocked your phone and turned the screen to him witht the picture of a guy with a cowboy hat on. “Okay cowboy.” He snatched the phone from your hand and zoomed in the profile. “Oh come on, what is that line? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” He looked up from your phone with an unamused expression on his face and started to laugh tilting his head back on the chair. “Jesus, that’s awful.”

Since Pierre joined the team you have had a great relationship. You just clicked instantly, having the best deepest conversations, laughing at the stupidest jokes. One night, you arrived the same day to a hotel where you have been staying for the weekend, you met in the bar and you started to talk as you were sipping on your drinks, you went down on the road of the topic of relationships. To all of you mentioning you have no one waiting for you back at home in Italy, and you can’t imagine having a serious relationship now so you are just stuck with Tinder. That night is how it started with him always checking your matches or suggestions, laughing with you when you found someone horrendous or even helped you to have someone for the night.

“You have used more obnoxious pick up lines with me.” You rolled your eyes as you had your chin on his shoulder watching him tapping on your phone, sliding the guys left and right. You have had this thing going on between the two of you since that night of the bar. You have been throwing all those typical and terrible pick up lines at each other, trying to make the other laugh the hardest. Both of you were prepared, had a whole list of lines ready to be used.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He turned his head your way with a smirk on his lips before he blew on your face making the tiny hairs fall in your face. “Are you a pitstop? Cause I go from soft to hard in 2.5 seconds.” Your mouth opened nd your eye went wide, leaning back on your chair watching his proud smile spreading on his lips as he was wiggling his eyebrows.

“F1 related line, smooth.” You nodded proudly “Have you been doing some homework?”

“Are you a homework? Because I would do you everyday.” He leaned closer to you one more time looking deep in your eyes. His piercing blue eyes stared deeply in yours, he had the most beautiful blue shade eyes you have seen before, it had some greyish marbling in it which just made it more unique and outstanding. You froze for a second at the feeling of his breath tickling your lips due to the fact how close you were, before shaking your head a little waking yourself up from the dreaming.

“Ew Gasly.” You fake gagged and got up from the chair. “Don’t you have a meeting to attend?”

“Yes, so I gotta go. But will I see you tonight at the party?” You nodded and gathered your things from the table. “Cool, see you later doll.” he winked at you before disappearing in the motorhome.

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He was in 4th place, his personal best since the beginning of the season and he was keeping that position since lap ten and we are already on the last ten laps. You were playing with the cord of your headphones listening to the teams radio as your eyes were glued on the screen in front of you.

“Pierre, let's try to push it a little. So we can get closer to Hamilton, we have heard on the radio he is struggling a lot. You have the chance for P3.” His race engineer informed him quickly which he just answered with a quick copy as he accelerated on the straight part of the track closing the gap between him and the Mercedes driver. You were on the last two laps and he was still struggling to catch up with the driver in front of him, he was pushing it to the really end trying everything to get over him, but Lewis was a hard one and he was fighting for his position and Pierre knew it well that it’s gonna be a hard fight.

“Come on.” You mumbled under your breath as you were chewing on your lower lips, your right leg was bouncing. You could cut the tension in the air as everyone was quietly watching the screen as we arrived in the last sector of the last lap. He was getting inch by inch closer to Hamilton, his front wing nearly touching the back end of the car when in an easy move he changed directions and took over the driver in front of him closing the path behind him to prevent any attack in the last corner of the track. The whole motorhome jumped up together, screaming in joy seeing the Alpine driver having his first podium in a very long time with his new team. Mechanics started to run out to the finish line and climbed up on the wall while they were screaming in joy, waving their fists in the air. You watched him crossing the line at the chequered flag, as you were jumping in your place, squeezing the headphones over your ears to hear him over the ovation inside the motorhome.

“Fucking yes!” His screams cut through the lurry as you were pushing the sides of the headphones even more. “We fucking did it! Yes!” The whole motorhome started to move together all the way to the park fermé waiting for the P3 star to arrive, you were pushed by your other team members as they were squeezing your shoulders, chanting and screaming at the same time with the crowd. An ear to ear smile was plastered on your face, you were happy, you were so happy for the team but especially for him. He parked the car at the right position before getting out and standing in the top of the car waving his fists up in the air before jumping down from it and ran with full speed to the team and jumping in their arms. Everyone was patting on his helmet or on his body where they could reach him. His muffled screams were still audible through the noisy crowd and the helmet and that even made you happier than ever. He took a step back from the team and lifted up his visor and stopped for a second looking around, through the crowd hoping he would see the person who he was looking for. You raised your hand up a little to get his attention, and he whipped his head to your way before leaping the distance between the two of you and he pulled you in a bone crushing hug even lifting you up in the air, pulling you nearly over the fence. Your arms were tightly around his neck holding his body close to yours.

“You did it.” You said once you were back on your feet and looked up at him, grabbing the two sides of his helmet, his hands were on your upper arm. Your eyes filled with tears as you saw his inside the helmet, they were shining with the happiness and the tears that were rolling down on his cheeks. “You were amazing. You deserved this. Now go you have a trophy to take on the third step of the podium, champ.” You winked at him, he nodded and touched his helmet to your forehead and looked deep in your eyes. Breath got stuck in your lungs with the way he looked at you. There was something so intense in his eyes, so animalistic but still you could see the happiness and the joy and even love inside those beautiful blue eyes that could mesmerise you anytime. He was ecstatic as he walked out to the podiums, jumping and throwing his fists in the air. You were watching him down with the others, with the widest smile on your lips as tears were rolling down on your cheeks. You were happy, you were so happy for him. With all those years where he had lost his confidence, he finally gained it back, he needed this win.

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“So what are you having?” Pierre softly grabbed your upper arm as he appeared next to you. You jumped slightly in surprise and looked up from your phone and slid it in your small purse. “Are you going to get the usual, gin-tonic?” You smiled at him and nodded, before he turned to the bartender and ordered the cocktail for you and a beer for himself. “I like your new dress!” He said as he was walking back to you with the group at the table that was booked just for the drivers, and some of your colleagues.

“Thanks, they were 50% off!” You beamed and twirled around as you grabbed one side of your flowy skirt, you slipped next to each other at the table quietly as the others were loudly chatting.

“I’d like them better if they were 100% off.” He answered with a wink that made you nearly choke on your cocktail, you placed the glass on the table and lifted your hand up to your lips as you were coughing. Heat was spreading on your cheeks, and the tip of your ears were burning.

“The store can’t just give away clothes for free.” Lando jumped in the conversation with a confused look on his face, making you hide your face into your palm as you felt warmth spread throughout your cheeks. “No that can’t happen that they have heard Pierre’s flirty comment” you thought in your head. Most of the guys have heard the two of you bickering and having those pickup lines.

“That’s… not what I meant.” Pierre mumbled and took a sip of his beer as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes were still on you, his gaze shifted from your shoes all the way to your face as he stared deeply in your eyes, and licked his lips. You swallowed thick and tore your gaze away from his blue eyes that were burning you alive and tried to focus on the conversation that was going on at the other side of the table. Your phone at the edge of the table lit up, you looked down and saw at least 10 notifications popping up on your screen.

“Adam has messaged you”

You were about to lock your phone and put it away when Pierre leaned closer.

“So Adam huh?”

“You know it’s not nice to look on someone’s phone, and to put your nose into someone else’s business.” You rolled your eyes and picked your phone up from the table. You were about to delete the notification on your locked screen but accidentally you opened it up. “Give it back!” You turned to the man on your left as he snatched the mobile from your hand and started to scroll down on your messages with a mischievous grin on his face. You leaned over his shoulder and read the texts. “Pierre, I’m not kidding!”

"Photo attached"

Pierre looked up from your phone to you, his brows were lifted as he was studying your face.

“How many dates have you had with this lad?”

“Just one, and it was bad we did not even hook up, I wanted to tell him that I’m not interested in him.” You sighed and sat back on his chair as you started to play with the end of your hair. “I just wanted to have sex with him, I was horny that’s it.”

“Oh, but he seems lovely, not clingy at all. “His voice was dripping with sarcasm, as he was looking up from your screen now and then with a grin on his lips. “ How about we check this picture huh?” Before turning back to the screen and had his finger over the message that says “photo attached”

“No, don't you dare.” You were to start but he already opened it and you slapped your palms over your eyes. “Oh my god!” You squealed in surprise, trying to erase the picture from your mind.

“No way he just sent a dick pic out of nowhere.” He laughed out loud and zoomed it in the picture. You peaked through your fingers seeing him playing with the picture as he was still laughing about it.

“No, don't zoom in! Oh my gosh I don’t even remember the last time when I received a dick pic.” You shook your head side to side.

“Can I answer him?” He was still giggling as he was zooming in and out of the picture. He was having a blast, how awkward you were acting like, all that flushed face and biting the bottom lip.

“Don’t you dare to send him back a dick pic.” You warned and he looked back at you with a surprised experience on his face.

“I was not thinking about it, till now.” His smile got wider, his eyes were shining with mischief. “Not a bad idea..” he got up a little from his seat as he was digging into his pocket taking his phone out.

“Oh gosh no!” You yanked your phone out of his hand and closed the picture on the screen. “I can answer back too.” You swiped your hair away from your face and dropped it over your shoulder.

“I’m offended that you are protesting that hard..” He leaned closer to you, your shoulders were touching as he was trying to sneak a peek on your screen. You looked up from your screen, and to your surprise his face was much closer than you had imagined. You swallowed thick and cleared your throat as you tried to push down on him, imagine him sending an inappropriate picture of himself from your phone. “ I have a good collection, they are sorted by different folders.” He continued which made your eyes go much wider. Of course he has a full gallery of his beautiful body and body parts. “If you want to, I can send you some, to get the vibe.” He winked at you giggling

“Oh don’t be that full of yourself..” you rolled your eyes and typed back an answer to Adam.

You typed back with a grin and closed the message.

“Okay you are savage.” He grinned at you and leaned back on his chair and draped his right arm over the back of our chair. “But if you would change your mind.” He started and winked at you.

“Yes, all I have ever wanted in my life is to get some nudes from the big Pierre Gasly, that he usually sends to every girl he has business with.” You rolled your eyes, as you lifted up the cocktail to your mouth.

“You called me big, huh?” He winked at you and you hit his upper arm slightly. “Oh come on, you probably have some too.” He chuckled and took a sip from his beer.

“Never said that I don’t have, they are categorised too, by colour, and even if on a scale of how slutty they are .” You winked at him with a mischievous grin, which made him choke on his beer.

“Give me your phone.” He extended his palm out for you, waving his fingers to hurry you up. You laughed as you took the last sip from your glass and stood up from the chair.

“You have to earn it babe.” You leaned closer to his ears and whispered in as your fingers played with the soft skin in his neck that were visible from his white linen shirt and made goosebumps all over his skin. His breath got stuck in his throat. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, usually it’s the other way around, but tonight something changed, you felt some power in you as you saw him react to your touch. “Wanna dance?” You whispered in his ear as your fingers dropped to his hand and his fingers wrapped around yours as he nodded and started to follow you down on the stairs in the crowd. You usually hated crowds, but tonight -mostly because of the amount of liquor you have had- you wanted to dive in the crowd pulling him closer to you, wanting his arms to wrap around your waist as you swayed to the music, draping your arms around his shoulder.

He pulled you closer to his body, keeping you away from all the other people who were drunkenly jumping around. “Never knew you were a the type who would dance in a club.” He whispered in your neck as he was guiding your waist with his hands, your skin was burning underneath his touch.

“You still have a lot to learn.” You leaned back a little to look into his dark sparkling eyes. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips. A familiar song’s beat hit your ears, making a flirtatious smile appear on your lips and you let your fingers draw shapes on his chest which was visible.

“Love to hate me, crazy, shady. Spit me up like hot wasabi. Lick me up, I’m sweet and salty. Mix it up and down my body.”

Your free hand ran over your body as you were singing the lyrics of the song while you swayed your hips in figure eight shape. You leaned closer to him, pulling his upper body a little closer to you by the chain in his neck. His eyes were watching you dancing, looking up at you till his gaze caught yours, he wetted his parted lips before a smile spread on his lips and turned you around by your waist and pulled back your body to his, your back hitting his chest as his fingers dig into the skin on your waist. He dropped his head into your neck and pushed your hair to the other side.

“You can’t pull stunts like this in front of all those people doll.” You heard his raspy voice muffled in your ear. “And it’s unfair to do this to me even if we are both drunk.”

“Champ, don’t start something that you can’t finish.” You turned around as the song has ended and looked into his eyes. They were much darker than before his pupils were dilated and he was breathing through his nose. This animalistic look just made chills run through your body with the familiar buzzing feeling that you felt on your skin before it stopped between your legs, making you squeeze your thighs together. His eyes darted down to your thighs, he saw it god sure and he loved it that he has some effect on you. A proud cocky smile appeared on his lips as he winked at you before taking a step closer to you making you take one back. “It’s getting late, we have a plane to catch tomorrow.” You whispered hoping he would hear it through the loud speakers.

“We have to finish this later.” He twirled a string of your hair on his finger. You got on your tiptoes and give him a feather-like kiss on his cheeks, his beard was tickling and prickling your lips. “Good night my champ. Win more races and you might earn those pictures.” You winked at him and started to walk to the elevator, his eyes were burning a hole in the back of your head. You felt confident, sexy which made you just add a little more sway on your hips as you took your steps. When you turned around in the elevator you saw him watching you, looking at you as his lips were on the rim of his glass and just before the door closed he sent you a wink with a cheeky smile, making your knees wobble.

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Few days have been passed you were on the last race before summer break will start. Since that night in that club you were circling around each other with Pierre. Some touches here and there, some flirtatious looks and some comments, that made your heartrate pick up and a slight pinkish tint spread on your cheeks. The atmosphere between the two of you changed, but none of your spoke about it, mostly because you had no idea how to start talking about this topic. How to approach him.

“Hey I can’t say you are beautiful. You know why?” He slid next to you in the cafeteria as you were quietly sipping on your coffee and working on the design that you have been busy with for day. You look at him unamused. His hand laid on top of your thighs making you jum slightly at the new contact.

“Are we having another round of those awful pickup lines?” You sighed and titled your head to the side looking at him unamused.

“Don’t ruin my fun! So answer! You know why?” He pushed on your shoulder as his hand squeezed a little on your thigh, making your slightly gasp.

“Okay sure. Why Pierre?”

“It’s because beauty is on the inside. And I haven’t been inside yet.” You closed your eyes for a second and breathed in. Meanwhile he was having the time of his life giggling at his own joke. You planted your forehead in your palm as warmth spread on your cheek. “Oh my god.” You laughed and shook your head. “Okay this was good for once.”

“Finally a pretty big smile on your pretty little face. “ He poked your cheeks that now had a slight pink tint on them. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Wanna take me on a date?” You asked back immediately, making him lean back on the chair surprised. He was not taken back that you have had a cheeky question shooting back at him, he was more surprised about that you have had a question like this. Because he do want to take you on a date so much. “Just kidding. I’ll go to the gym later. I don’t like to go now, because it’s too crowded for me.” You checked the time on your laptop, you still had an hour left till seven. That’s when you usually went to the gym for a little cardio. “If you want to, you can come.” You were even surprised by yourself that you have asked him about it.

“Yea sure, sounds like a plan. I’m gonna change and see you in the gym.” He tapped on the edge of the table before he stood up and leaned closer to you to whisper in your ear. “Where those black biker shorts and that black croptop that you have had on the other day. You looked fine in them. Also, I bet I could bench-press you.”

“Jesus Pierre. This one was awful.” You turned your head to look at him as he was walking backwards pointing at you as his fingers were "guns" as he was laughing. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your work as you were laughing quietly. He is so stupid.

“I think I’m gonna go and run a little.” You got up from the ground as you were finished with the stretching as Pierre was putting back one of the dumbbells on the rack. “Feel free to do your own routine.” You pointed over your shoulder to the treadmills.

“No, I’m gonna go with you.” He said and picked up his water bottle and started to walk to the machines.

“But you have just said that you hate running.”You pushed the start button on the machine, which started to work with a small beep. You were confused, he just said it like five minutes ago when you were casually talking about your workout routines, him stating that running is one of those things that if he could just skip it, he would do it for sure.

“It’s fine.” He shrugged as he got on the treadmill and started to walk. You shrugged and grabbed on the handle and stepped up on the treadmill, but it was going way more faster than you had expected, making you trip over your own feet and trying to catch the other handle. You’ve seen it, the whole thing just rolled in front of your eyes. First you are gonna hit your face on the handle that you could not catch fully so your hand just slips off it, next thing gonna be you face planting on the rubber mat of the treadmill. Pierre watched you trip over your own feet and his eyes went wide as he jumped off his machine and slammed his palm on the big red stop button with his right hand as with the left one he grabbed your waist, scooping you up making you dodge the horrible face planting accident. Your fingers were wrapped on his biceps as you were staring up on him with an open mouth before you burst out laughing. You were laughing hysterically in his embrace.

“Jesus christ.” You got back on your feet with his help and you tried to compose yourself.

“That’s why.” He said it simply as he helped to get the spaghetti strap of your croptop back on your shoulder as he was holding on your hand with his left hand.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head on the side looking at him confused.

“That is why I wanted to run next to you. To catch you when you fall.” His fingers were playing with your fingers while he was still looking deeply in your eyes.

“I’m clumsy, okay I get it. But you can’t always be next to me.” You giggled and tried to step away from him but he grabbed your hand harder and pulled you back to his body. He was now towering over you closely as your back was leaning back on the side of the treadmill.

“I'll always catch you if you fall.” He leaned much more closer making the breath stuck on your throat as you felt his hot breath hitting your face, with each word he leaned closer and closer, his nose was touching yours slightly.

“Pierre.” You whispered his name without breaking eye contact even for a second. You felt his lips lightly touching yours for a blink of an eye before he leaned back.

“Go pick up your things, we should head back to our rooms, tomorrow we are gonna travel early.” He caressed your cheek with his thumb. You still haven’t taken a breath since he leaned close to you, and now your lungs were burning. He winked at you and laid a small kiss on the tip of your nose, before he stepped back from you and picked his bottle up and walked out of the gym.

“What the actual hell just happened?” You whispered in front of you and ran your hands on your face and you checked yourself out in the mirror. Your face was the deepest shade of red, you just looked like you had just had the most intense cardio in your life, but it was just Pierre Gasly, his beautiful eyes and his flirtatious words.

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“I like my ladies like I like my coffee – a hot shock to the lap.” A mug slides over the small table in the waiting area of the airport, you look up from your laptop seeing the familiar radiating smile of Pierre and he sat down next to you picking up your foot from the chair and putting it on his lap.

You smiled at him and pick up the coffee and took a sip of it. “Oh yea, babydoll is not a morning person.” he chuckled as he was sipping on his drink while he was drawing shapes on your skin close to your ankle that was visible from your jeans. Your pulse picked up as you felt his thumb on the soft part on your skins, spreading heatwave through your body.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“So are you going home after this race for the summer break?”

“No I don’t think so, I think I'll probably just go back to France. Parents are actually visiting some friends, as they said, "no time to see me.” You mumbled in your cup, tearing your gaze away from him as he was watching you with such a sad expression. You tried not to show how sad and disappointed you feel that the only time of the year when you can see your parents they tell you that they have no time for their own kid. Pierre squeezed your ankle making you look back on him with elevated brows with a curious expression on your face.

“How about you coming with me?”

“Excuse me? No Pierre, can’t do that.” You shook your head vigorously.

“Why?”

“Because you are going with your family, it’s the time to be with them, not with your colleague.”

“I’m going to be with my family and with some who are close to me, and you are definitely not just my colleague.” He smiled at you, picking up your hand from your lap and playing with your fingers. You were staring back at him as your cheeks felt hot all over again. Your thought went to the part again where he said he will have people who are close to him, he did not say friend. “So what do you say, doll?” He woke you up from your thoughts as he squeezed your fingers a little bit and hooked your pinkies. “Or do you want to just go with me? As a romantic getaway?” He wiggled his eyebrows, winking at you.

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“Are we having another round of those awful pickup lines?” You sighed and titled your head to the side looking at him unamused.

“Don’t ruin my fun! So answer! You know why?” He pushed on your shoulder.

“Okay sure. Why Pierre?”

“It’s because beauty is on the inside. And I haven’t been inside yet.” You closed your eyes for a second and breathed in. Meanwhile he was having the time of his life giggling at his own joke. “Oh my god.” You laughed and shook your head. “Okay this was good for once.”

“Finally a pretty big smile on your pretty little face. “ He poked your cheeks that now had a slight pink tint on them. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“No, I’m gonna go with you.” He said and picked up his water bottle and started to walk to the machines.

“Jesus christ.” You got back on your feet with his help and you tried to compose yourself.

“That’s why.” He said it simply as he helped to get the spaghetti strap of your croptop back on your shoulder as he was holding on your hand with his left hand.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head on the side looking at him confused.

“That is why I wanted to run next to you. To catch you when you fall.” His fingers were playing with your fingers while he was still looking deeply in your eyes.

“Pierre.” You whispered his name without breaking eye contact even for a second. You felt his lips lightly touching yours for a blink of an eye before he leaned back.

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The day of the summer break actually came and you were anxiously twisting the small pendants on your bracelet as you were waiting in front of the airport of Nice. You were about to still wrappin your head around the whole situation, and the past few weeks. You were on your summer break that you will spend the most luxurious way possible, with a man that you try to force yourself to say that he is your colleague and your friend but the past few weeks weren't examples of how should frinds especially not how colleagues should act. But you just could not stop yourself. He was pulling on you as magnet, all you wanted him to look at you with those beautiful blue eyes, smile at you with that cheeky smile that made your knees weaken and your heartbeat and breath picks up its pace. All you want to feel his warm skin on yours, to feel his fingers on your side when he grabs on you as he passes behind you before he whipers the most cheesiest line ever in your ears that would make your cringe if you would hear it from someone else, but it's different with him. He texted you a few days prior that you don’t need to go anywhere by taxi, he is gonna pick you up once you land. You were just checking the time on your phone when a blue sport car just stopped and rolled its window down.

“Do you need a ride princess?” He leaned over to the passenger side, his sunglasses were pulled down on his nose so his clear blue eyes were looking at you as he was showing his best flirtatious smile to you. He got out of the car and took your luggage from and opened the door for you on the passenger side.

“Where are we going?” You looked up at him before sitting in the car, he closed the door on you and placed the luggage in the trunk before jogging back to the driving seat.

“Destination: best summer in your whole life.” He picked your hand up which was closer to him before kissing the back of your hand as he was looking deeply in your eyes as the air just got stuck on your throat.

“I hope it’s not a big problem for you to get a room next to mine.” He said as he was pulling your baggage after him as he was walking down on the hallway of the beautiful mediterranean styled mansion that was rented out for him and his family and friends. He turned around before opening the big mahogany door for you and letting you step in first of your room for the next week. Your eyes went wild as you walked in the room all the way to your window looking out of it seeing the see and the white sanded beach in front of you.

“Oh my god.” You whispered as you saw the balcony door next to you running to it and tore it open and step out on the white marble floored balcony. You were mesmerised by the view, the sparkling crystal clear water, with the sandy beach, all the palm trees, you were on your dream vacation.

“I guess you like it” He giggled, stepping behind you and planting his hand on your right side as he was still standing behind you. Chills ran through your body as you felt his breath tickling your shoulders as they were out from your flowy summer dress.

“This is incredible Pierre,thank you really.” You turn around, actually seeing that he was standing so close to you that you have had to look up at him.

“You're welcome. Everyone is actually down in the port, with the guys we thought that it would be nice to go out tonight. What do you think?” He swept away the hair in front of your face and tucked it behind your ear, as his thumb gently stroked your cheek. Your breath stuck on your throat again, and tried to compose yourself as fast as possible by blinking a few and cleared your throat.

“Yes, sure sounds perfect.” Your voice was still weak, it was rarely audible as you answered. He let a small smile on his face and kissed your forehead before pushed himself off the railing and walked backward to the room.

“Can you get ready in an hour?” He pointed at you which you just answered with a small nod and he disappeared in the corridor. You let out a big sigh and ran your hand through your hair as you were checking yourself out in the mirror once you have found an orange flowy summer dress which was perfect for a warm night like today. You were adjusting the cut in the front so it was not as revealing when Pierre knocked on the door. “Mon dieu..”He mumbled when he saw you, his eyes darted from your tanned long legs stopping for a second at your cleavage before it went to his favourite part of you, to your eyes. “ You look incredible. As I can see tonight you are gonna rock McLaren colours.”

“Just don’t tell it to Otmar.” You stepped closer to him patted him on his chest and winked on him as you closed your door and started walk down on the hallway.

You were on your umpteen glass of cocktail, swaying your hips from left to right on the beat of the reggaeton music which was playing in the beach bar, where you were currently waiting on your next gin tonic when a hand grabbed the right side of your hips, and as you where about to turn around and check who was that brave one to grab you by your consent a familiar cologne hit your nose and warm breath fanned on your exposed neck as he was trying to overspeak the loud music.

“If being sexy is a crime, then you are under arrest.” You started to giggle at his pickup line and shook your head before turning your body to face him more and looked up at his rosy cheeks from the mixture of the amount of alcohol he had and the hot and humid air that was around you at the bar.

“Do you have handcuffs on you, officer?” You batted your eyelashes up on him, as you were playing with your straw in your drink, you slowly took a sip of your drink watching him as his eyes were fixated on your lips wrapped around the black straw, he swallowed thick before clearing his throat and looking back into your eyes. “Do you want some?” You offered your drink for him which he took without a word and gulped down the whole drink with one big swig. “Damn boy, you must be thirsty.” You laughed and leaned back on the bar.

“I’m amazed that for once I found you without your phone in your hand, and not swiping on Tinder as you are pretty tipsy.”

“I actually left my phone back in my room, and also I deleted Tinder.” You looked up at him, seeing his surprised expression on his face. “You know I have a friend over there, who thinks you are pretty hot and cute.” You pointed with your head to your right, which made him lift his gaze up before looking back at you with furrowed brows and a puzzled look on his face. Cheeky smile spread through your lips before you stepped away from the counter and leaned back to the column and waved your fingers at him as you were still swaying your hips tauntingly to the beat of the music. He looked at you for a second before tilted his head back and started to laugh loudly, he was shaking his head as he stepped closer to you having his arm just above your head on the column as he leaned closer to you. The tip of his nose was touching yours as he leaned much closer to you, keeping eye contact with you throughout the whole time.

“Do you have a name or can I call you mine?” He winked at you, as his fingers were grazing over the skin on the nape of your neck, making chills running through your body. Your breath picked up as you were looking into his clear blue eyes.

“Are you asking this from me or my friend?” You whispered and ran your fingers up on his arm all the way to his neck and started to play with the hair in the back of his head. His other hand was on your hips again, guiding your hips to the beat. His lips were softly touching yours as he was speaking, while he was still looking into your eyes. His gaze was switching between your lips and your eyes as he wetted his bottom lips. He grabbed on your chin and tilted your head a little bit upwards before softly pushing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss as you leaned into his body and draped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. He bit down on your lower lips making you let a small yelp into his mouth which caused him to smile on your lips and grabbed on the back of your head even more. You broke the kiss with heaving chests and grabbed on his white linen shirt on his chest. “I think my friend will understand.” You bit on your lower lips as he was chuckling and pulled you back for another kiss holding your cheek with one hand as his other hand was laid on the back of your neck.

"So can we say that my awful pickup lines worked in the end?" He had his forehead on yours as he as looking in your eyes. Wide smile was spreaded on his lips, the same sparkle were in his eyes like the day he was on podium. You were shaking your head laughing loudly.

"Just shut up you idiot and kiss me."

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freyjhasdesiredreality · 2 years ago

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Hey people! So me and @hungryhungarian decided to challenge each other and we used a TikTok filter that decides a story tropes. Mine landed as FORCED PROXIMITY which is I’m so excited to work on but I can’t decide which driver should I go with. What do you think, who would you like to see for this trope?

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine

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freyjhasdesiredreality · 2 years ago

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Thank you so much for adding me with these legends! 🥰

here are my oneshot fic recs that are equal parts fluff and angst. angst with a happy ending fics will still be in my angst fic recs.

main fic rec masterlist

[implied smut] / [smut] / [mentions of dark themes]

almost believing by @intrepidacious

You and Bucky aren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn’t mean you’re getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

untitled by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky and Reader getting sick at the same time.

Warrier/Worrier by @/delaber

After a mission gone awry, Bucky finds himself on your doorstep in the middle of the night.

We'll do it together by @freyjhasdesiredreality

(“I’m not giving up on you, Y/N,” he thought.)

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We'll Do It Together (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N: Hey guys! I actually liked this one so I decided to finish it when I saw it in my drafts. I used Taskmaster's female version like in MCU. Let me know what you think!

WC: 2.6k+

Warnings: Mention of HYDRA (very big role), action scenes (more than one), battles, mention of death. Let me know if I missed any!! Not proofread, grammar mistakes are my own.

When you escaped the Red Room, you knew your life wasn’t going to be easy. You were their masterpiece. You were the Red Widow. They put that disgusting serum inside you so you could be stronger than ever. The serum did a lot of wonders on you. It was even better than other super soldiers. Maybe it was because you were a female. Maybe the substances were different. You didn’t know. You couldn’t ask. You weren’t allowed to. They didn’t like it when you talked. So you muted yourself. You swore you wouldn’t talk again until the day you die.

Bucky knew how you suffered. He was there. He trained you, made you better. You could easily knock down anyone thanks to him. During those training you both developed feelings for each other. Maybe that’s why he trained you better than anyone. When HYDRA realised, they separated you. He escaped, you escaped and then you’ve never seen each other again.

He didn’t give up on you though. Once he was out of Wakanda, he tried to find you. It wasn’t easy to find a widow who wouldn’t want to be found but he still asked Shuri as a favour. She’s been trying her chance since, just like Bucky but both of you had no luck. “I’m not giving up on you, Y/N,” he thought.

You woke up with a headache. You’ve been working hard lately but you knew you had to stop or at least give a break. People would come after you if you took too much attention. A notification appeared on your computer.

“I need to talk to you. It took me 2 years to find your work mail. I don’t want to wait anymore. Meet me on the back street of the usual place. -JBB”

You didn’t go. Or at least that’s what he thought. You watched him in the shadows like you always did. Your dark red combat suit, your hoodie and your face mask helped you stay in cover a lot. Through years you’ve learned how to stay hidden and you were good at it.

“She didn’t come.”

Bucky basically threw himself on the couch, cursing himself for believing you would come. Why would you anyway? You probably didn’t even remember his name. You knew him as the Winter Soldier, not as James Bucky Barnes.

“Believe it or not but we need her help,” Sam threw some files on the table. Bucky took one on his hand, reading and trying to understand what’s happening. “HYDRA is trying to recreate the Red Room. The director's name is unknown but I’m pretty sure they have already grouped somewhere,” he explained.

Bucky furrowed his brows. After Natasha and Yelena destroyed the Red Room, it was about time remaining members would remake it. “We need this prick’s name before he screws up more lives,” he sighed. He opened his phone, tapped the camera and started taking pictures of files. Sam looked at him confused, “These are secret files Bucky, what are you doing?” he asked. Bucky kept taking pictures, “You wanted a widow’s help didn’t you? They need something, a target to destroy,” he explained without looking up. He tapped the mail app and entered your mail address.

>HYDRA is rebuilding the Red Room, I added everything we know, we need locations and agents’ names. Paid job. Meet me in 2 days, same place, same time.

Then he sent. He locked his phone again and looked for deeper information to see if he would connect anything with his past. “Now what?” Sam asked. Bucky looked at Sam with no emotion reaching his eyes, “Now we wait, research and eliminate.”

You were furious. “How could they?” you thought. But of course, what were you thinking? Of course HYDRA would do anything to rule the world. You couldn’t just sit back and wait for someone else to do something. Next 2 days you gathered every intel you could get and copied everything to a USB drive.

You waited for Bucky to show up at the meeting time. You checked heat signatures to see any threats. There was only one, coming to the meeting point. Him. You waited 7 minutes before you showed yourself.

“I was wondering when you’re gonna show up,” he said, turning to you. He looked at you from head to toe. “Did you find anything?” he asked. Your eyes locked in deadly focus. He frowned, waiting for you to do something but you were just standing there, counting his moves.

You charged forward, caught him off guard. You fist hit his jaw, making him lose his balance. “What are you do-“ before he could finish, you hit him again. He stood up quickly, tried to mirror your attacks but you responded with lightning-fast reflexes, deftly sidestepping his initial attack and delivering a swift kick to his gut. He groaned in pain, looked at you when you were observing. The mask, no talk. You reminded him of himself. “What have they done to you? Are you still serving them?” he asked with pain in his voice. But this pain was different. It wasn’t because you beat him up and he was feeling physical pain. It was because his heart broke into millions of pieces when he saw what you’ve become.

You pulled out the USB out of your bra under your suit and handed it to him. He looked at you surprised, but suddenly everything hit him with a lot of senses. You didn’t attack him because you were still serving them. You were angry. With everything inside you. You were angry with every creation they’ve done. And he was one of their masterpieces. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. He averted his eyes and looked at the USB. He took it from you and stood up. You took a step back, informing him you won’t attack again. He looked at you one last time, “I will stop them,” he promised and you left.

“How can they still hide with low resources?” Sam was furious. Zemo sat there looking at him walking from one side to the other, huffing in frustration. “We need to try to find other ways,” Zemo said. Sam looked at him deadly, “No shit, Sherlock,” he mocked. “No need,” Bucky entered the room. “It seems like Y/N found everything for us,” he showed the driver. He took off his coat, his blood on his shirt was visible. Zemo took a look at him, “What happened to you?” he asked, pointing to the blood. “She beat my ass as payment,” he groaned. “Seriously, you got beaten by a woman?” He asked. Bucky, filled with frustration, was about to throw a punch to him but Sam stopped him. “A woman can do anything they want with the right motivation, jerk,” he hissed. “Plus, she is not an ordinary woman. She is a super soldier and was the best widow in HYDRA,” he said unimpressed.

Bucky didn’t want to remember those days, how they brainwashed him to stab you because you were too loud, too anarchic or just not listening to anything they said. He cringed himself for doing those things, he wondered if you find him guilty, “of course she does,” he thought to himself. “I’m sorry for talking bad about your girlf-“ before Zemo could finish, Bucky landed his fist to his jaw. “What’s inside the driver?” he asked while Zemo was rubbing his jaw. Sam gave both of them an unimpressed look and started reading the intel.

“Elisa Sinclair, also known as Madame HYDRA, is the new director of HYDRA. She is currently building her own high council aiming to recruit the Winter Soldier, the Red Widow, the White Widow, Helmut Baron Zemo and Maria Hill,” Sam read aloud. The trio looked at each other, frowning. “Her main goal is to rebuild the Red Room and have her own Black Widow army, all of them injected and built with super soldier serum. Taskmaster will be responsible for their training,” Sam continued. “Hold up,” Bucky interrupted. “I thought Taskmaster was on our side after Natasha and Yelena saved her,” he explained. “Out of everyone, are you concerned about the Taskmaster? They have our names on that list, Bucky,” Zemo hissed.

Bucky looked at him with no emotion, “It says aiming to recruit us. Taskmaster is listed and her job is given already,” he answered. Sam thought for a second. “Could she be Y/N’s intel?” he asked. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and thought about it. “We would never learn,” he could only say. “And why is that?” Zemo asked. “She doesn’t talk,” Bucky said and kept digging for information.

“She will be unstoppable if she manages to do everything she wants,” Yelena said. Antonia, Yelena and you have been discussing everything Antonia knew for hours. “She is not suspected of anything, she thinks I’m on her side and trying to find old widows that you saved,” Antonia said. “Taskmaster is on her way to complete tasks,” Yelena giggled. They both looked at you, watching the conversation. “Are you not getting tired of this mute thing and you know that mask that covers your nose and mouth, how do you even breathe?” Yelena said. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, mentioning her to let go. “Did you give the driver to the soldier?” Antonia asked. You nodded your head. “Let’s hope he does something about it,” she continued. “Don’t worry, the soldier would do anything for her,” Yelena laughed, earning a slap behind her head from you. “Ouch, that hurt,”

For a month both parties have done their research, they gathered all the information and put it together. “We have to make sure all of them get arrested,” Sam said, explaining the plan. “Or dead,” Yelena snorted. He gave her a disapproving look before continued, “Taskmaster will be our inside control, she will turn the alarms off for us, Torres will take the air, me and Bucky will take the sides, Yelena and Y/N, you’ll be sneaking in and knock off agents until you reach front door for the SHIELD’s army and Zemo will be operating from behind. Is everything clear?”

Everybody nodded their head, confirming they understood the assignment. Sam landed the Quinjet in a secret location. “The support team is positioned nearby, waiting to hear from us,” he said. Bucky glanced at you as you checked your weapons. You signalled to Yelena that you were ready, and together you stood up to get off the jet. "Be careful," Bucky muttered behind your back. You looked at him and nodded your head.

Yelena and you sneaked in through the window Antonia had left open. After neutralising the two agents in the room you entered, you stopped and began to listen to the sounds. Yelena pointed the device on her arm at the door and looked at the screen, “Four heat signatures,” she whispered. You nodded and raised your gun. You brought your hand to the doorknob and counted down with your fingers. You opened the door, ran through it together and neutralised the agents. “One floor down, two to go,” Yelena said.

You and Yelena have reached the entrance after clearing 2 floors and 15 agents. “There are fewer agents than I expected,” Yelena said. You frowned, indeed there must have been more people. This was supposed to be their main base. After easily neutralising the 6 agents waiting at the entrance, you pointed around to Yelena. “You want me to wait here?” she asked. You nodded and pointed upward. “Are you going up on the roof?” she asked. You nodded. Pressing the communicator on her ear, Yelena informed, "We've cleared the entrance, the building is too empty, Y/N will check the roof, agents can come in."

Sam and Bucky were uncomfortable with the silence around them. Bucky exhaled angrily, "Why is it so quiet in here?" asked. Sam thought the same way. "There are things we don't know, and I don't like this silence," he said. A feeling inside Bucky was hesitant that you went up on the roof alone. “I have to check on Y/N, he'll be there alone,” she said. Before he could even finish his sentence, a cry for help was heard from the communicator. “It's a trap, agents are waiting in the back, Taskmaster is injured, urgent backup is needed,” Torres said bitterly. “Y/N!” Bucky shouted over the radio, "Don't go up on the roof, there's a bomb there, don't go on the roof!" he called. But it was useless, “Her device is turned off,” Zemo informed.

“Everybody leave the building now!” Sam ordered. More agents reached the building and there was a battle going on in the ground. Agents were falling from both sides. Bucky ran through the base, knocked down anyone who came his way. He needed to reach the roof before it was too late. Before he could get near, a loud explosion went off. “No!” he screamed to the air. “Oh come on, Y/N, please answer, it’s not the time to play the quiet game,” he begged.

You didn’t know what was happening but your gut feeling told you something was off. Before you could understand, you heard the bomb’s clock ticking sound. You ran and tried to jump somewhere close but it was too late. The bomb exploded before you could leave. You found a tree branch to hold but it was weak, it was a matter of time it would break. You reached for the commutator in your ear and switched it on. “Bucky,” you said. He looked around to see you, to come to you but you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes teared up, “Hey doll, where are you?” he managed to say. “I swore to myself that I would talk the day I’ll die,” you said. Bucky listened to the sound coming around you to locate wherever you are. He started to run through some way his gut feeling told him. “I’m proud of what you’ve become,” you continued. “Don’t give up on yourself, you look good when you save people,” you giggled to yourself. The branch cracked, letting you know you didn’t have much time left. “I’ve never stopped loving you,” your voice cracked. Bucky could feel you were close, he looked around at anything high you could hold after the explosion, “We have a lot of time to recover the time we lost, doll,” he said. You shook your head, tears were streaming down on your face, “Get my revenge,” you said before the branch cracked and you started falling.

You didn’t feel the pain like you thought you would. You opened your eyes to see one metal and one flesh arm holding you hard and a pair of baby blue eyes looking at you concerned but relaxed. “We‘ll get it together,” he said, crying. He reached for your mask to reveal your face and you smiled. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “You caught me,” you sniffed. He hugged you tightly, “I’m never leaving you again,” he let out a laugh between tears. He creased your cheeks, “I love you, baby,” he said and leaned in for a kiss.

You were standing on the balcony, feeling the breeze on your arms. You felt two arms grabbing you from behind, warming you. “Can’t sleep?” he softly asked, giving small kisses on your neck. “I was thinking about us,” you said looking at him. He looked at you with his bright eyes, he kissed you, “So there is us?” he mocked. You furrowed your brows and slapped his flesh arm. He giggled, “Joke, joke,” he said. He kissed your forehead. “I want to kill Elisa,” you said. He looked at you, opened his hand for you to take. It was a sign between you two, a sign for promise. You took his hand and he said, “We’ll do it together.”

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freyjhasdesiredreality · 2 years ago

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Target (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

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A/N: Hey guys! Here is the story of your choice! I really enjoyed writing this and maybe I could write a sequel about this! Let me know if you want!!

WC: 2.1k+

Warnings: Mention of the Red Room and HYDRA, angst and fluff, let me know if I missed any! Not proofread!!

Natasha and you had a deep past. You both were just children when HYDRA took you. You both grew up together, trained and “graduated” from HYDRA. She kissed you that night, telling you that you would escape together, maybe start a decent life and adopt children. You believed every single word she said. Until she escaped alone and never came back.

Yelena didn’t get her hopes down, she still believed her sister would come back one day and let them go. “Stop being ridiculous, Yelena! She escaped and didn’t even look behind. We are all alone. She won’t save us ever, everything she said were bunch of lies!”, tears streamed down on your cheeks. You didn’t want to believe your words but it was true. She left.

You promised yourself once you get out, you are taking Yelena with you. You wouldn’t be like Natasha. She was a liar and weak. You were strong, the strongest even. You had to do what it takes to leave. And you did.

“Come on, take it. I know you liked it,” Yelena said. She took off her jacket and gave it to Natasha. “She is still alive,” she said before she ran. Natasha froze where she was. You were still alive. Now she had to find you. Even when she ran away without you, you were all she could think about. How could she forget, you were her first love. She never stopped loving you. But she had to do what was right for her. Although she thought about coming back for you, she couldn’t find you even if she tried. So she assumed you were dead. Dead with the others.

“You can’t find a black widow who doesn’t want to be found, Nat, let it go,” Clint hopelessly checked through all of his mails to see if there is any clue from his informants.

“Then why did Yelena tell me she’s alive? She didn’t have to if she didn’t want it.”

The tension in the air was thick, you could almost cut it with a butter knife. She knew how black widows work. You were excellent at hiding. She had no idea if you were still running away or just trying to stay out of vision. Both had the same ending anyway.

“We could try to hire an assassin and hope she would show up?” Clint suggested. Natasha snorted, “And who are we killing?” she mocked. Clint smirked,

“You.”

You heard the news. The news about the Red Room. “Finally, someone took care of it,” you looked up from your computer. “Someone?!” Yelena looked unpleasantly. “I-we took care of it. Not someone,” she said. You looked unamused, “She should’ve done that years ago,” you hoffed.

You kept arguing with Yelena until a notification appeared on your second phone. “Is that what I think it is?” Yelena looked at you. You didn’t answer and unlocked the phone.

Target: Natalia Alianovna Romanova

Codename: Black Widow

Listed As: Special Agent

Appearance: Check Details

Prize: $1.000.000

Labelled as ‘Professionals Only’

“No freaking way,” you snorted and showed the phone to Yelena. “Someone didn’t like what you did.”

She looked at the screen in disbelief. “This can’t be real right?” she asked, disappointed. This couldn’t be real. No one would be stupid enough to go against an Avenger. “This smells fishy, I’ll try to find who created this. A million for an Avenger? This is an amateur job,” you said, took your bags and left.

“We had to put at least a hundred million, I’m a public figure, that’s not how it works,” Natasha said to Clint before entering the room. “Indeed, that’s not how it works,” they both aimed their guns at you. “Oh come on, I’m not a threat, if I wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t be alive right now, this building has some great security by the way,” you mocked. Natasha lowered her gun and signed Clint to do the same. Clint sent her a disapproving look, saying “ I’ll be outside” before he left.

“I thought you would be happier, after what we did with Yelena,” Natasha said, crossing her arms. You frowned, “Well, what did you expect that we cuddle?” She snorted, not leaving her eyes from yours, analysing every detail of you. “A thank you would be nice,” she said.

You laughed really loud, almost scaring Nat with the hint of anger in it. “You really expect me to thank you after what you did years ago? This is only your redemption Natalia, you gotta try harder if you want me to at least show you some goodness,” you spit. “You gave me hope, filled me with dreams then crushed it into millions of pieces with only one move. You left everyone behind you and didn’t even look back. I really wonder if you ever thought of coming back. Now you want me to thank you for destroying the red room? You had that chance maybe a month after your cute getaway but you don’t have that now.”

Even though she tried to hide, her eyes filled with horror. She hoped maybe you still had a little love for her, you could forgive her after she explained everything but now she could see how you were angry with her. “I tried to find you,” she started but you intervened. “Yelena told me everything, don’t bother,” you looked outside, “What do you want from me?”

She tried to approach you but you gave her a warning look so she stopped where she was. “I wanted to apologise for everything I did.” You snorted, looked her in the eye, “You are a little bit late for that Natalia,” you said. Her eyes filled with small tears but she covered it really quickly, “Tell me anything to do for you and I’ll do it. I still love you more than anything,” she said. You looked away and headed towards the door, “Nothing in the world would make me forgive you again,” you left.

“I can’t believe how stubborn you are,” Yelena has been repeating this for the last few hours after you told her what happened. “What did you expect me to do, wanted me to say, ‘oh my love I’ve been waiting for you after you tragically left me to death but it’s okay I forgive you’, huh?” you raised your voice feeling a little impatient now. “Of course not but she saved those girls, she at least deserves a little kindness,” she approached you and took you in her arms. You hugged her back, “I love you both as my sisters and I want to see my happy family again, even though you’re not together,” she said. “How can you be so forgiving after all we witnessed?” you asked. She sighed, she knew you were right but she didn’t want to agree, “You both are the only thing I have left,” she said.

*5 years later*

“You seriously have issues,” you managed to say between your laughs. “Did you really tear her dress off?” you held your stomach that’s now hurting because of laughter. “She had a tactile suit underneath,” you laughed louder, tears flowing down on your cheeks, “Okay that’s enough please stop laughing,” she rolled her eyes. “Okay okay, oh god, Yelena you always find a way to make me laugh,” you said. She threw you a pillow but you dodged it really quick, “What was her name again?” you put two plates on the table, filling them with pasta. “Kate,” she answered. “‘Kelena’, hmm, or is it better if it’s ‘Katelena’? Yes this one sounds better,” she gave you a deadly look, “If this pasta wasn’t so good, I would throw it in your face,” she said. You giggled and ate your pasta.

“How are you with Y/N?” Clint asked Natasha while sparring. “We sometimes talk. Not much and it’s always about Yelena but it’s a thing, right?” she knocked him down. “Okay, don’t hurt me because you can’t have your love back, please,” Clint huffed. “She’ll come around,” he said as he got up. “It’s been 5 years, Clint,” she sighed. “We defeated Thanos side by side, nothing changed.”

She looked up to the sky. You indeed had good reasons to be angry with her, you trusted her and she betrayed you, that’s how you thought. But still a small part of her wished you could forgive her. “Ask her out,” Clint suggested. Natasha frowned, she sent Clint a confused look. “What would you lose? Worse case she says no,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“She would never say yes,” Natasha sighed. Clint smirked, “You can never know until you try,” he said, took his water bottle and left. Natasha took her phone out, clicked on your contact and started writing a message,

<Meet me at the shawarma place? I’ll pay. In an hour.

>Is it a date?

<Come and find out.

You didn’t seem like sending her another answer so she locked her phone and went to get dressed.

Meanwhile at your place of course Yelena was eating your head to convince you. “I am begging you, Y/N, please, please go,” she gave you puppy eyes. “I’ll do anything to make you go now,” you turned to her with a big surprise on your face, “Anything?” you asked with bright eyes. “I already regret what I said but okay yes anything,” she confirmed.

You smirked, “You’ll ask Kate out,” you said, “You’ll text her right now and ask her out. Then I’ll go,” you crossed your arms, challenging her. She furrowed her eyebrows, “Fine,” she hoffed, messaged Kate and showed it to you. She answered almost immediately, accepting her offer. “Now, go,” she warned.

You picked a dress, a black one with a turtleneck and no sleeves. You put it on, took your purse and hat and left. You hid your face with your hat walking on the street. You had amnesty by the government but people would still judge you for your past. You would always be a deadly assassin for them.

You entered the place, quickly scanned around for Natasha. You saw her in the corner, walked towards the table and took the seat. “I’m glad you came,” she said without looking up from the menu. You took the other menu and searched for something to eat, “I’ve made a deal with Yelena, don’t flatter yourself,” you said. You could feel her smirking, you hid your own. She called for the waiter, he took your orders and left.

“Cute place,” you said looking around, “Very authentic.” Natasha observed you carefully, she wanted this date to work. “What do you really want, Natalia?” you leaned to the table. She took a breath, “I want you to give me a chance,” she said. “I gave you one,” you were fast with the reply. “That was years ago and you were right, I was an idiot. But I looked for you when I could. I couldn’t find you so I assumed you were dead until Yelena told me otherwise,” she sighed, taking a sip from her drink. “If you gave me another chance I’d prove it to you that I’m not the same.” This time she sounded more confident. You searched for her eyes, tried to find a hint of lies but she was a master so you couldn’t find any. Although you heard the story, Yelena told you many times in the past years. It was indeed hard to find the red room, especially after they carried you to the sky.

You missed her, you missed everything about her. Your relationship was born in a toxic environment but it was your strength. “How will I know you won’t leave me again?” you asked. “You won’t, but you won’t think about it if you give me that chance,” she reached your hand, “I’m sincere, Y/N,” she gave a small kiss to your knuckles.

“I miss you,” you confessed, “I miss you everyday, everything we used to have,” you took a breath, “But I can’t trust you just like that,” she gave you a small nod. You moved your chair closer to hers, held her cheek and gave her lips a small kiss. “Take it as a motive,” you winked at her. You both smiled, your eyes were shining with happiness.

“Our second date will be a double date with Yelena and Kate,” you said laughing. She almost choked her meal, gave you a confused look, “No fucking way,” she said and started laughing.

Maybe you both needed each other even after a long time.

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freyjhasdesiredreality · 2 years ago

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Promises- Charles Leclerc

Welcome back everyone. First of all, I would love to thank you All for all the love and support that my blog has received in the past two month. I have never expected in my wildest dreams that you will like the How your life can change with a call story. Thank you really. ❤ All those comments, likes, reblogs they mean sooo much to me. Hope you will like this one too, I have some up in my sleeves left. Love you Kiki ♥

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have known each other for years, you are best friends. But none of you are lucky with love. So after a midnight you two made a promise, that got kind of forgotten over the years. Or at least that's what you have thought.

Warnings: overall fluff with a little hint of angst, best friend to lovers, alcohol usage, swears, , rom-com vibes, smut, mentione of cheating

Masterlist

Promise (noun): a verbal commitment by on person to another agreeing to do

“Guess who got cheated on?” You stopped at the edge of the dock, kicked off your shoes and picked it up from the tarmac while dropped your bag on the dark wooden flooring before continuing your way to the central area of the boat, where you stepped over the couch and sat between your girlfriends as the other five friends were sitting around in different furnitures holding cups with different beverages. They were waiting on you continuing your rant about that blonde haired bank worker bastard, who you have already thought is cheating on you but tonight this intuition turned into a real thing when you walked into his place finding him having a romantic dinner with someone else. “Oh don’t you dare to start that something was already suspicious about that man, and I did not deserve him or the girl is probably not even close to the level that I’m on and shit like this. Because, here comes the good part. It was not a woman he cheated me with, it was his colleague, a dude.” You were animatedly gesticulating, everyone was listening to you attentively and quietly till you finished and then all of them said the same thing at the same time.

“No fucking way.”

“Can you imagine how embarrassing is it for me? Like first it’s embarrassing and infuriating to get cheated on. I would add it in a bracket that it’s not my first time to be in a situation like this, but with a guy? And I can still top it off, it was not that they were having a romantic candle lit dinner, but they were all over each other, and clothes were missing. I thought today I will see a man’s private part, hah jokes on me. I got two..” You were mortified by the whole story and you even felt worse when you were telling about your friends, because it was the time when it finally hit you what happened. Your pulse was drumming in your ears, your breath quickened as you were finished with your monologue, waiting for the group to answer something.

“Maybe they just wanted a threesome.” Your friend Eric snorted as he made the joke. You looked at him unamused and pushed him on his shoulders.

“And I would not have had a problem with it, if I knew for sure that I’m the one they are into and not each other.” You shrugged and got up from the couch walking all the way to the small fridge. “Do I look that miserable, that I can’t find a normal guy who is not lying, or turns out to be gay…”You turned around leaning back to the counter looking at the group sitting in front of you, all of them were quietly staring back at you. “ Oh fuck off.” You rolled your eyes before they started to laugh.

“You are really pushing this whole dating thing. Be more relaxed. It will come when you have the time for it, okay?” One of your girl friends, Sammy walked closer to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder as she leaned closer and kissed your cheeks. “You are beautiful, intelligent, funny and loyal. Guys are just dumb. But don’t give up, and you know what we say? No boys, no problem.”

“That’s true as no girls, no problem! “Eric shouted from the other side of the boat.

“Dude, have you heard of the phrase who is eavesdropping will get older quicker?” Sammy shouted back at him.

“Look at Leclerc, since he is single again, he seems so much happier.” Eric picked up the small red ball from his feet and threw it at his friend, which perfectly hit the back of his neck. Charles lifted his gaze up from his cup with a grin, as he lifted up his left hand with his middle finger and flipped off our friend. “And he spends more time with us than we can spend on his boat. It's an all win-win situation, my boy!” Charles was chuckling and shaking his head side to side.

“So, Eric, are you gonna open that tequila that you have been singing odes about?” Charles threw the small ball back at his friend.

You were sitting at the tip of the boat, looking straight ahead of you, watching how the moon’s light flickers on the surface of the sea. It was calm, it made you feel calm as well. Some lights were on in some boats in the port, you could hear people chatting away as they were walking in the sea shore. The bass of the music quietly emerges from downstairs.

“Are you not cold?” The voice made you jump in your seat and you whipped your head around, seeing Charles warmly smiling down at you as he was having a hoodie draped over his left arm, as he had two bottles of beer in his right hand. “I brought you one of my hoodies, and beers if you want to talk about the evening or just in general.”

“Thank you Perceval.” You smiled at him and took the hoodie away from him. He rolled his eyes with a smile and sat down next to you. You knew each other since high school, you just moved here from France with your parents. He was the first kid when you stepped in the classroom who instantly went to you and introduced himself to you, just before dragging you all the way to the other side of the room, so he can introduce all of his friends to you. Who turned to be your friends too afterwards. Your group of friends stuck together even after Charles left for the F1 Academy, you have spent the summers together. When you graduated and most of you started to work, and did your licenses you went to most of Charles races that were close to you, cheering him on all the eight of you.

“Are you okay?” He nudged you with his shoulder, you turned your head to look at him. He was quietly studying your face.

“I just realized that I do push this whole dating thing. I did not even like that dude. He was just there to make me feel less alone. How pathetic.. ” You said with a sigh and turned your gaze away from his eyes and looked back in front of you, fixing your gaze at the water again. “Sometimes I guess I can be a little jealous seeing everyone with their partners. Like when we go to your races and I’m the only one sitting alone, or when we go out for dinner, and I’m the only one who does not belong to someone. And don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy when my friends are happy. I love to look at them being in love. I was so happy when I saw you happy in a relationship. It just sucks sometimes you know..” you turned your head his way and saw that he was looking at you, studying your face quietly. He was watching you the whole time, and as you turned his way he looked in your eyes and pulled his lips to a small smile and nodded.

“I get what you say. And it’s understandable, we are at the age when we want something serious, that we can build our life on.” He caressed your shoulder softly.” Do you still remember what we have promised to each other?” He popped the lids off the beer bottles and handed one over to you.

“I’m not eating chocolate and drinking in front of you when you are having your race weekends?” You looked at him puzzled which he just answered with a small chuckle. “Or I’m not drinking whiskeys anymore, and I’m not putting on that Ferrari red stiletto high heels that makes me feel like the sexiest woman on earth but kills my feet in two minutes so you have to carry me home?”

“We have had this conversation before, you are the sexiest woman on Earth and it does not matter if you have those high heels on or not. “He clinked his beer bottle to yours and both of you took a swig of your drinks. “But I was thinking about something else. We have agreed on something five years ago on new years eve.” You looked at him with your brows furrowed, and tilted your head to the side.

“No way you still remember that…” your mouth opened once you realised what he was talking about.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ New year’s Eve of 2018 ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

“Perceval…” you screamed as you saw your best friend coming out of the crowded house. You stepped closer to him, but the amount of alcohol and the choice of shoes did it’s magic so you ended up falling into his arms, he grabbed on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s ten minutes before the countdown.”

“Bunny, no need to scream in my ears.” he giggled and helped you back on your feet, and kept his hand on the side of your hips to keep you steady. Probably the last three gin tonics and those other two tequila shots were probably not that necessary.

“Another year has ended and I’m single, I think it’s a curse.” You sighed dramatically, and leaned back on the railings.”

“Oh come on, don’t be this dramatic.” He rolled his eyes, and picked two champagne flutes from the server’s plate. Handing over one for you.

“You don’t get it, I have had everything planned. Like I’m twenty now, in two months I will turn twenty one. I have planned that I want to have a serious relationship till my mid twenties, so I can start to have a family before I turn thirty. I have it planned, Charles.” You were animatedly gesticulating as he was watching you with an amazed look on his face. “I need to find a guy like you. I need someone to have the same personality as you, and most of your handsomeness.”

“Bunny, I’m not surprised that you have planned it.” He chuckled. “Okay, I have an idea. We still have five years till we turn twenty five. In February 2022 our deal starts, we have six months from that to find someone that we can imagine to start a family. If we are single in September, we will get together.”

“You are crazy dude.” You laughed with your head tilted back. “I know for sure that you won’t be single.”

“Maybe, who knows. We have five years till that. So what do you say? Can we make this promise to ourselves? You know that I keep promises” People started to gather around you on the balcony, everyone was pretty drunk just as you two. Most of the crowd had some type of alcohol in their hands, mostly champagne. “Countdown will start soon Bunny, so you have to make a choice if you are into this promise or not.” He looked back at you and extended a pinky out to you. You knew he was serious about it. During your whole friendship since you were teenagers you only made a few promises. He promised you the day when he left for the Academy, that he will never forget about you, and that he will make it to F1 and not just that he will make it to F1 but he will make it to Ferrari.

“Just don’t regret it.” You hooked your pinky in his as the countdown started. “Spending a whole lifetime with me can be a lot.” You winked at him, and he let out a small laugh. “FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO..” as the counting were going down behind you all

“Never, I already spent a part of my life with you, it won’t change a lot. I promise.” He said it just as the crowd screamed One

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“You can’t be serious about that, you remember.” You laid down on the boat looking up at the stars above you all as you chuckled.

“Never forgot a promise before, haven’t I?” He laid down next to you watching the twinkling stars above the two of you. “If I’m not wrong we are in July, so it means you have two months left.”

“I would say the same for you, but let’s be honest. “You turned your head to him, and he turned to you too. “You can hardly stay single.” He rolled his eyes and pushed your shoulder slightly.

“Hey, I wanted to ask something.” You broke the small silence between the two of you which made him turn his head to look at you again. “The others knew about it already, I just had no idea if you were gonna be in Monaco. But did not want you to feel guilty if you can’t participate..”

“Bunny, you are rambling again.” He grabbed your pinky with his pinky and squeezed it a little.“Take a breath and start again.”

“I got called in for an audition, and it will be open to the public. Would you like to come to my show at that music bar? It's two weeks from today.” You spoke rapidly trying to get the question out as soon as possible so you may feel less awkward about it.

“Bunny! That’s incredible! Of course I will come.” He wrapped his fingers around your hand and lifted up to his lips. “I’m so happy for you!” He mumbled over your knuckles and laid a feather-like kiss on the back of your hand as he was looking deeply in your eyes, making you blush like crazy, the tip of your ears were burning, but you just could not tear your eyes off him. You swallowed thick and inhaled through your nose.

“I actually have something for you.” He let go of your hand and started to dig into the pocket of his sweats, closing the small sachet in his palm before he sat up pulling you up with him. “I saw this the other day and instantly thought that you might like it.” You extended both of your arms, as your plans were facing to the sky, wiggling your fingers, initiating that he needs to hurry up. “Someone is impatient.” He giggled and dropped the small black velvet sachet in your plans. It felt light, your brows were knitted and hooked your fingers in the mouth of the sachet opening it up. You turned the little bag upside down, letting the gift fall into your left palm.

“Oh Charles, it's really pretty.” You picked up the bracelet. It was a black yarn bracelet with small beads knotted on it, and one heart shaped charmer on it.

“And that’s not all, wait let me help you put it on.” Quickly wrapping the bracelet around your right wrist. “Okay wait.” He pulled the sleeve of his hoodie showing all the different bracelets that he usually had on his wrists before tapping on one of the charmers making the one that you had on your wrist vibrated.

“Wait, what? Do it again.” He smiled and tapped twice on the charmer making your bracelet pulsate twice. “Wow, that's so cool.” You tapped on your charmer too.

“You can tap it as many times as you want, and it works no matter what. Even if we are on different sides of the world.”

“Oh so like when you are in Australia for example and I’m just waking up I can just tap it and I don’t have to write you Hi good morning text.” You were still tapping on your charmer.

“Exactly. Or when I’m thinking about you, slash or miss you I can tap it twice.” He tapped his charmer twice, making yours vibrate twice too.

“So we are gonna have our own little morse code between us.” He nodded, smiling back at you. You got on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in a hug, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to his body. “Thank you mon beau.” You whispered in his neck, nuzzling your nose further in. He turned his head and laid a small kiss on your jawline and pulled you back, laying down on the boat’s floor as your head was on his chest listening to his heart beat.

“Your welcome Bunny.” He raked his fingers through your hair making you sigh loudly. Physical touch were both of your love language, it was normal for you to cuddle up, or things like he was playing with your hair, or drawing shapes on each other's skin.

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You were back in the salon, running the day alone as Pascal took a day off, you just finished with your last client and started to clean up in the salon. Washing away the bowls where you have been mixing the colours, swiping up the floor one last time, gathering all the used towels and throwing them in the machine to and scheduled it to start in the morning before you will open the shop. You walked in the small storage picking up the fresh delivery of hair colours, you picked up the box and walked to the other side of the salon and sat on the ground and started to fill up the cabinet. The doorbell rang as the door pushed open, and someone walked in. You rolled your eyes as you checked the watch on your arm for the time. “Sorry we are closed!” You said behind the counter and picked up the now empty box before getting up and walked out. “Excuse me, we are closed.” You said one more time as you saw the brown haired man standing with his back facing you in the doorway holding up his phone to his ears. He turned around for your second call, lowering the phone from his ears and sending it your way. He was one of the most handsome men that you have ever seen. First thing that made your eyes go was his piercing blue eyes that stared into yours, they were deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stare long enough. He was the typical description of a Greek god.

“Excuse me, I have had an appointment for six o’clock.” He checked the time on his watch again. “I booked the appointment online yesterday with YN, I think.”

“Are you sure?” You asked back confused and started to walk to the reception table, to check your calendar. He unlocked his phone and slid over the counter top, showing you the confirmation email that you sent out yesterday afternoon. You facepalmed yourself, you remembered sending that mail out, and you also remembered telling yourself to write it up in your own calendar too, but when you were about to do your bracelet started to vibrate four times, making you drop everything and digging up your phone from the papers scattering around. Four vibrations meant, check your phone, I’m gonna call you. “I’m so sorry. Uhm, okay give me two minutes. Can you please take a seat? I’ve already packed everything, but I’ll be ready in a minute.” You rambled and ran around the counter, trying to get your scissors and the other essentials.

“Take your time, I’m not in a rush.” He chuckled.

“Oh I’m YN by the way.” You extended your hand out for him which he took and squeezed a little, his hand was much bigger than yours, his skin felt a little rough but it was really warm.

“Matthew.” His voice was deep and raspy. He took a seat at your station and you draped the cloak on him.

“So Matthew, guess from the name you are not born and raised in Monte Carlo.” You started the chat as you were working on his haircut.”Especially from that British accent.”

“Busted. Right, I'm from London. I’m just here for a conference.”

“Oh what do you do? Obviously you can’ ask back because you already know my profession.” You smiled at him through the mirror, and he chuckled.

“I’m in the british airforce, I’m an admiral, we are here to meet with some big army heads from France and Italy.” So an army guy, with uniforms, with muscles. Okay stop. You nodded quietly, continuing your work on his hair. You were chatting through the whole session, sharing some giggles and laughs, he had a pretty good humour.

“Okay, so we are ready.” You announced once you untied the cloak and pulled it off his lap.

“Wow thanks, I really like it.” He checked himself and nodded as an approval before he got up from his seat.

“Your welcome, and I’m sorry for the inconvenience in the beginning. I forgot to write your appointment up.” You folded the piece of clothing and dropped it on the chair, you walked to the counter.

“Don’t worry about it really, I’m just happy that I could catch you in time.” He took his wallet out of his pocket. “To be honest, I would love to see you in another time.” You looked up surprised at him as you were typing in the amount in the terminal. He was leaning on the edge of the table, looking into your eyes deeply waiting for your answer, with a cheeky smile on his lips. “If you are free tomorrow, we can have lunch.”

“Oh yea sure, a lunch that sounds good.” You stuttered.

“Check your calendar, just to be sure.” He winked at you tapping on the hard covered pink calendar sliding it over the counter. You let out a silent laugh and opened up the book checking the next day.

“Yep, my whole day is empty. For a hundred percent.” You looked up smiling at him. “I know a good restaurant like two blocks away from here. It’s the Salon Rose. If you take advice from someone who grew up here.” You closed up the book tapping on it nervously.

“Okay, let’s meet up in front of it just before noon?”

“Sure. Yea, sounds good.”

“Perfect. See you soon YN.” He tapped his card on the side of the terminal and stepped back before winking at you with a mischievous smile on his handsome face. You felt your cheeks getting warmer and you broke eye contact by looking down at the table and playing with the yarn bracelet when it started to vibrate, waking up from your daydreaming.

You were not sure about how much you should dress up, because the La Rose it's not the fanciest place in Monaco, perfect for a lunch date with someone just as fine looking as Matthew was. You picked up a white summer dress that made your olive brown skin stand out even more. The dress was not something too fancy, but still felt cute in the Monte Carlo summer. He was already waiting outside the place, tapping away on his phone and just lifted his gaze up when you were a few steps away from him.

“Bonjour!” He greeted you and stepped closer giving your two kisses each side of your face while giving you a hug. “ You look lovely.” He commented as he checked you out, making you blush a little, his right palm settling on the small of your back. You gave him a quiet thanks and let him lead you in the restaurant. You were surprised, the date wasn’t a flock afterall. He is an intelligent man, with many interest, and hobbies. Who was really serious about his job which is understandable considering the amount of time that he has devoted just for this. He was talkative and funny, and he was tentative. Listening to whatever you were talking about, asking questions, laughing with you about the jokes you have made and all the funny stories that you have told him about your life in Monaco.

“So you tell me that you are doing some part time job, which is not something you get paid for. How does it work?” He asked as he was paying the bill at the end of your lunch. Not even letting you think about getting your card out to split the bill.

“Oh, there is a pub where I usually went with my friends when we were younger, and we obviously still go there. And occasionally I sing there. Actually I’m gonna have an audition there for a record company at the end of the week. When are you going back to London?”

“You are lucky, I’ll leave next Monday.” He smiled and opened the door for you. You started to walk down the street, the time was already late afternoon. The lunch turned into an early dinner actually. But you were having so much fun not even caring about the time anymore. It has been a long time since you have had a date like this. “May I consider your question as an invitation?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you making you giggle and blush.

“Would you like to come to my audition night?” You stopped in front of him, looking up at him. There was a significant height difference between the two of you. You were not considered small, but you were just under the average height so it was not hard for someone to be taller than you. But he was really tall, there was like at least a head between the two of you.

“YN, I would love to.” He smiled at you warmly as he lifted his free hand up to your neck, tilting your chin upwards more with his index finger. He leaned closer just as your foreheads were touching, your breath got stuck in your throat, you could not break away from the eye contact. He tiled your chin a little bit more to steal a kiss from you. “I actually have to go, we will have a gala later. “ He mumbled against your lips, you nodded slowly trying to wake yourself up from your clouded state. “I’ll text you later okay?” You were still silent and nodding which made him chuckle as he pushed one more kiss to your lips. “Bye YN.” There you were standing totally dumbfounded, touching your lips as you were watching him walking away, leaving you alone on the busy street of Monaco.

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“YN!” Eric grabbed on your shoulder making you jump in surprise and turned around seeing your friends around you.

“Hey guys, I have the usual table booked for us.” You pointed at the big table just next to the small stage. “Uhm, and this is Matthew. “You turned halfway to the man who was towering over you and pointed at him and back at the group. “Matthew, that’s everyone. Oh wait, where is Charles?” You got on your tiptoes looking for the familiar hazel eyes, but you can’t find it.

“He is coming, he just landed an hour ago in Nice, he dropped his bags and now he is on his way. Don’t worry he will be on time.” Sammy squeezed your shoulder and smiled at you. “ Okay, come Matt, let's sit down, let the girl get ready.” You smiled softly at him, and he leaned down and kissed your forehead before following the others.

“Welcome everyone! Good to see that tonight we are nearly packed again. Always good to see new faces, and of course our regulars. Hello guys.” The owner of the bar was holding the mic squinting his eyes as the lights were blinding him. “Okay so tonight is special, because our gem, our favourite little birdie, has her audition. So please welcome her, and all of us wish her luck, YN!” He turned to you, extending his palm out so you can grab on it helping you up on the small stage. You were frantically checking the crowd, seeing all your friends, you were about to start to panic when you could not see him when the bracelet vibrated and a hand lifted up in the air. He made it, he is here, and he was looking at you with the biggest, proudest smile on his lips. A wide grin appeared on your lips and you let out a sigh before lifting the mic to your lips.

“Hello everyone. Thank you for all of you coming in here tonight. It really means a lot. I’m really nervous so excuse me if I’m talking really fast.” You giggled and took a seat at the small stool in the middle of the stage. “Okay so for tonight we have prepared a few acoustic songs that we would like to share with you. Hope you all will enjoy it.” You looked back at your boss over your shoulder who was giving you a thumbs up as he settled with the guitar in his lap. The familiar accords of the Taylor Swift song started and you swallowed before taking a deep breath and lifted your gaze up from your shoes and fixated at one point in front of you.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years? Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

You were looking at him, the whole time. He had a warm smile on his beautiful lips, his eyes were sparkling, never leaving yours at all. He was bobbing his head and leaning side to side at the rhythm of the music with the group sitting around him. He was silently singing the lyric-s with you, not breaking eye contact for any second.

Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover

Your smile was wide, reaching your ears nearly when the crowd erupted with cheers and whistles mixed with the clapping. They loved it, they loved you and your performance. You were over the moon when you got off the stage as you had ended the night, and walked back to the small staff room, where you were instantly greeted by the manager of the record company.

“Let me tell you little one, you are spectacular. You have potential. I’ll have recorded everything. And I’ll call you soon.” He shook your hand and squeezed your shoulder one more time before walking out of the room.

“You were amazing.” He appeared in the corner pulling you closer to him and wrapped you in a tight hug. “Everyone loved you.” He whispered in your hair and kissed the crown of your head before letting you go.” And you look beautiful.” He looked up and down on you, it was nothing special. A white short sleeved shirt, and you topped a spaghetti strap black dress on it. But for him you could wear your pjs and he would still say you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.“Oh that’s a pretty big bouquet.” He pointed at your right hand as you were awkwardly hanging the followers upside down.

“Uh.. yea I got it from Matthew” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ears as you turned around and placed it on the small table. The smile froze on his face when he heard the name. He met the guy just before your performance, he had a frown on his face the whole time. He was quiet and kept distance with everyone during the night.

“Oh Matthew, yea I met him. Seems like a cool guy.” He scratched the back of his neck and shifted his weight from one foot to another. You have mentioned Matthew to Charles but somehow you did not want to tell a lot, because you just do not want to admit to yourself that the sparkle that you have had at the beginning is not there anymore for you, especially now that one of the most important person is next to you, you can forget about everyone.

“Yea he is really nice.” You felt the awkwardness of the whole situation. “We should probably go back to the others.” You stepped closer to him, wrapping your arm around his waist and he pulled you close to his body and smiled down at you. You were chatting with your friends sitting between Matthew and Charles, who were laughing with the guys while the other guy was sulking on your left, quietly sipping on his drink.

You went to the bar asking for another round of cocktails for you and your other girlfriends when he appeared behind you.

“Okay Y/N, I can’t do this!” The volume of his voice made you jump, you snapped your head looking at Matthew who slammed the two glasses on the table making the cocktail spill everywhere.

“What do you mean?”

“You need to choose, me or him!” He pointed at Charles in the distance who was staring at us intensely, trying to figure out what the conversation could be about. He did not trust him, and he definitely did not like how he was treating you, especially now.

“You make me choose between you and my best friend? “ you furrowed your brows.” What are you? Eight?” You tilted your head to the side with an amused grin on your lips. There he is, the real Matthew, it was too good to be true. “Do you hear yourself? You make me choose between someone who I know for like ten years over a dude who I know less than a week.”

“I’m serious,I don’t like this dude, how he is wrapping you up in his arms. You even left your bouquet that I have got you. So what do you say? Me or that French dude?” He crossed his arms in front of him and blocked your vision. Charles got confused and got up from his seat actually was about to walk closer to you to check if everything is okay.

“He is Monégasque not French, you conceited prick.” You picked up the tray full with cocktails and started to walk back to your table and slid it over to your friends.

“You good?” He grabbed your wrist as you tried to walk past him. “Come on.” He pulled you after him outside to the balcony, closing the door behind him turning around watching you pacing up and down. “Okay, would you please tell me what was going on between the two of you?” He hesitated because had no idea if you are gonna lose it and erupt with anger or start crying or maybe both. You stopped and looked at him.

“Am I that incredibly unlucky? Or are all the guys just dipshits?” You threw your hands up in the air dramatically. “You would think when a guy is like twenty eight or twenty nine so at the end of his twenties they probably develop some intelligence. But no.” You shake your head as you start pacing again. “He knew it well, he was aware about the situation and he said he is fine with it. And all of the sudden he is not fine with it and even tries to make me choose.” You were rambling fast and walking in circles.

“Bunny I really tried to follow you but you lost me honey. What are you talking about?” He grabbed both your hands, linking your fingers together, keeping you steady and standing.

“I’m talking about the fact that Matthew made me choose between himself and my best friend. He stared at you for a second before he started to laugh. “Who does something like this? I know this guy, what? Five days max. And he is already starting to control my life, just because he took me on a date?”

“Do I have to ask who you have chosen?” He chuckled, shaking his head side to side.

“Of course I choose you. I have and I will always choose you Charles.” You tilted to the side of your head, watching a smile spread on his face. “You know usually best friends are not that happy or at least they are not showing that they are happy when their friend had a break up.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head giggling. He stepped closer caging you between the balcony railing and his body, he squeezed your hand making you look up at him as he was towering over you.

“If you were heartbroken and crying because of a break up I wouldn’t do this. But I know that you were waiting for the point when you can finally end it with him. And you are not mad because you broke up. You just mad about what he was trying to do with you. “ he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek. His eyes never left yours. “So would you like to have that drink we talked about before?” His index finger hooked under your chin and lifted it up. You inhaled a sharp breath before swallowing thickly and nodded, which made him smile wider and pulled you back in the bar.

You woke up in the next morning with a slight headache, squeezing your eyes tight as the light hit your face directly. You grabbed on the edge of the blanket and yanked it upwards while you turned on your other side nuzzling your head further in the pillow.

“Stop moving around that much.” His arms wrapped around your waist keeping you in place. His voice was low and raspy.

“My head.” You moaned and pushed your head more into the crook of his neck, which made him stiffen up, and suck in a short breath.

“The amount of tequila you have had with Sammy, I’m amazed that you could walk home and I only needed to carry you to bed.” He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “I’m gonna make coffee.” He got out of the bed, while you used the extra space and you spread more on the huge bed as you watched how he picked up a black sweats from the wardrobe putting it on, leaving him shirtless. You planted your head in your palm as you were watching his toned, sun kissed back before he turned facing you, as a cheeky grin spread on his lips.

“It’s an ego booster when you just spread on top of my bed in my shirt and boxer while you look at me like that. “ he walked closer and closer each word just to stop in front of the bed, he bent over to have your faces at the same level. Your ears were burning from his words, it’s not the first time he caught you staring, as it was not the first time you crashed at his place in his bed wearing only his clothes. “Got busted Bunny.” He kissed the top of your nose and got up and walked out of the room. “Oh!” He stopped and picked up the lacy clothing hanging from the door handle, and dropped it to the pile of clothes next to the wardrobe.” You should get another colour set of those lacy bras, like black. Or red. Yes, definitely red, like those stilettos you have.” He turned back to wink at you and continued his road to his kitchen, disappearing at the corner. Your head fell between your arms with a long grunt. You were blushing like crazy, he had made you blush before for sure but he had never flirted with you that openly about something, especially not about your underwear. You gathered yourself together before heading to the kitchen following the scent of freshly brewed coffee. He had already poured the coffee in two mugs, you sat down silently at the dining table and picked up the mug and started to sip from it slowly, hoping to the gods that it will help ease the pounding headache. He was still in the kitchen gathering some food, it was freshly baked goods. This man went down to the bakery in the corner, got you fresh chocolate au pain and came back to the bed just to cuddle with you. Without a word you snatched the sweet baked goods from the tray, it was still warm. You sighed and moaned loud when you took a bite from your favourite breakfast item. He watched you with a smile on his lips, loved to see you happy, all he wanted to do to make you happy all the time. You picked up your mug again and took a sip of it when he broke the silence with a question that had been on his tongue the whole night yesterday and since the morning he woke up. “So when can I take you out?”

“What are you talking about?” You looked at him confused and lowered the mug from your vision studying his face with a puzzled look on your face.

“We have a deal still running.” He tore apart the pastry and took a bite of it. “God this is still so good.” He moaned as the buttery crispy pastry laid on his tongue just before the dark, slight bitter chocolate overtook his taste buds.

“Charles, I don’t understand you, what are you talking about?”

“What’s the date today?” He slides his phone over to you on the table. You have had your eyebrows connected and had a puzzled look on your face still not understanding what’s going on. You picked up his phone and the screen lit up, showing the time and the date, your attention was caught by the choice of the background, it was not that black and white photo of him doing donuts on the track anymore, it was a picture of you two, it was taken in Monaco, his back was facing the camera while you were turning slightly back and smiling widely. You really loved that picture, it was set as your background too.“It’s the 1st of September.” You slide the phone back to him. “And?” You took the last bite of the pastry, finished it and washed it down with the last bit of the coffee.

“Can you please repeat?” He tapped his right ear with his index finger, just as he could not hear it before.

“Charles, you are starting to get on my nerves. It’s the freakin 1st of September. “As soon as you said it again it hit you. His smile only got bigger as he saw it on your face as your mouth opened slightly indicating that you have got what he was talking about. “Oh.”

“So what do you say, how about I pick you up at six and take you to our favourite restaurant?” He got up from his chair and walked around the table picking up his and your empty plate also. “We can celebrate that our deal has come to an end. I’ll show you what a proper date should look like.”

You were adjusting the silky skirt on you, hoping the wrinkles would disappear, those wrinkles which weren’t even there, you were just nervous so you tried to keep your mind busy. You are going to go on a dinner with Charles, no you are going on a date with Charles, he has said it by himself. But it still felt unreal. All of different thoughts were running on your mind with 200 kph. Does he really want this? Do you really want this? What if it’s gonna end bad? It supposed to be a stupid promise that you made fuck face drunk five years ago. But it was a promise and Charles Leclrc is a man of his word. What if it’s gonna end well? What would it mean if it’s end well? Are you gonna go on other dates? Will you be a couple? Will he try to kiss you tonight? Oh how many times during your teenage years you wanted this man to kiss you, you were full with all those confusing hormones, but you can’t say that the feeling that now you have had is because of those teenage hormones. What if you will have much more than a kiss? YN! Jesus! Get yourself together! A knock on a door made you wake up from your thoughts, causing you to jump a little. You ran to the door and placed your hand on the door handle, closing your eye for a second and took a deep breath before you pushed down on the handle and opened it wide. He was leaning on the wall next to your entrance, with the most flirtatious, cheeky smile you have seen on his lips, his eyes were shining.

“Hello there princess.” He pushed himself away from the door and checked you out from toe to head, and looked deep in your eyes. You felt the heat rushing into your cheeks, he was so handsome looking in your favourite baby blue linen shirt that he had slight unbuttoned at top showing his sun kissed chest underneath it. “You look wonderful. Are you ready?” You blinked a few times to get yourself together and nodded small, picking up the keys from the small table next to the door.

“You look really handsome, I have to be honest with you.” You swirled the white wine in your glass around as you were sitting on the balcony at your favourite restaurant, it was a place where you usually went to for special occasions, like birthdays or your graduation, or for your first date.

“I can see, you are already flirting with me.” He laughed a little and picked up your hand by your pinky. “We should slow down your wine portion, otherwise you soon will sit on my lap try to steal a kiss.” You choked on your wine and started to cough.

“I would have thought that you would try your shot on that one.” You gathered yourself together and leaned back in your chair. A small chuckle escaped his lips, he leaned forward lifted your hand up to his lips and kissed you ring finger while he was looking deeply in your eyes. You felt heat rushing to your ears spreading slowly out on your cheeks. The way he was looking at you was so intense, like you were the only person in the whole room that he was seeing. Which was true but your were always the only person for him that he saw no matter where you were.

“Bunny, you have no idea how long I have want to shoot my shot with you.” He mumbled into your skin which made you heart stop for a second before jumping forward in a crazy speed. “I love how I can make you blush. You are so beautiful when you blush Princess.” You lifted up your other hand and started to fan your face, you felt like here and there you can just bust into flames.

You were used to the nicknames, Bunny was your favourite one, next to Princess but tonight both of them felt like something else. It has so much love, and lust behind them, which made you squeeze your thighs together. “I’m gonna pay, and we can walk down to the yacht if you are in it.” He let go of your hand before giving one more kiss on the back of your hand, you silently were nodding trying to compost yourself.

“Thank you for the dinner. I was so nervous about this whole night. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not nervous because of you. I mean that’s not true. I’m rambling again.” You giggled at yourself and ran your hand through your hair anxiously as you dropped your shoes on the deck and walked after him all the way to the steering wheel. He started the engine and slowly backed away from the shore heading to the open sea. “I was nervous because I could not imagine a date with you. I still can’t imagine that you really want this to happen and not just because it was a promise that we have made many years ago. I was a nervous wreck before you knocked on my door and when I opened it I thought I would faint. The way you look, the way you looked at me. God I have told you before you are handsome, but tonight you are something else.” You were still talking as he was driving the yacht quietly, with a smile on his face which got bigger and bigger each of the sentences that left your beautiful lips. He turned off the engine and pushed the button for the anchor before starting to walk your way as you were still rambling about all that nonsense.

He grabbed your waist with one hand and made you turn around and face him.

“Princess, can you please listen to me for a second?” With his free hand he grabbed the side of your face after he tucked that piece of hair which was dangling in front of your face. As soon as you felt his warm palm on your cheek, words dried in your throat. You closed your mouth slowly and nodded, letting him speak as he wished. “You overthink it. Way too much.” He was caressing your cheek with his thumb as his eyes were studying your face. “It’s not that complicated actually. And I think now I have nothing to lose, I can only win from this, because I feel how I make you feel. I feel that under all those thoughts, and confusion and emotions, you have the same feeling for me, that we have been pushing deep down for so many years, we even went to find the same feeling with other people, because we were confused and we were so afraid. After all those years, on that new year’s eve when we made that “stupid little promise”” He drew quotation marks in the air and chuckled his own words.” I was already fallen. I have already fallen for you, I just could see it in your eyes, it was not the right time for us. And afterall I think I made the right choice. But now, it’s our time. And if you let me, I will show you that you do deserve all the love, the attention, the commitment. Because I want that, and I want that with you. YN, you are one of the best thing in my life. I wake up everyday thinking about you and go to bed thinking about you. That bracelet was the most genius idea to buy in my life. Only problem was that if I could I would tap it the whole day, because when you are not with me I miss you like crazy. With tonight, I’m not asking a lot, we don’t need to jump right away into this whole thing. We can take everything step by step. I promise to you that I’m gonna love you with my whole heart forever. All I’m asking is to let me show you how much I love you. Because I do. God I love you so much.”

There you were standing in front of him, in the middle of the night under the sparkling stars in the middle of the open sea. Glamorous Monte Carlo was shining behind you, those lights were sparkling in his beautiful green eyes. You were standing there, looking up at him, entirely frozen, trying to understand and process what he said. He was studying your face quietly, his finger was still stroking your cheek. Tears welled up in your eyes as the time passed and you started to wrap your head around all that information that he has said to you.

“Bunny, please say something.” He whispered and let his forehead touch yours, never breaking eye contact with you. You cleared your throat and planted both of your hand on his cheek, his stubble was prickling on your soft palm. You pushed his face a little away from you which only made him more confused.

“Say it again.” You whispered, your voice was so quiet it was nearly not even noticeable. “Say again that three words.”

“I” he leaned closer a little grabbing on your jaw and tilting your head a little upwards. He could feel your pulse in his palm. Your heart was beating in your throat with such a speed. “Love” he leaned more closer your nose were touching you could feel his hot breath on your cupid's bow, his lips were hovering over yours “You” He said the last word and you launched forward and closed the distance between the two of you. You sighed in relief as you felt his warm lips on yours, his stubble above his lips were tickling your skin. His hand that was on your face just pulled you much closer to him, as it slid all the way to the back of your head and raking his fingers through your hair, while with his other arm that was still on the small of you back pulled you close to is body if it’s was even possible because you were already so close. You moaned on his lips as you got on your tiptoes, trying to get closer to him as much as possible, your right hand slid to the back of his neck and grabbed on his hair which made him moan on your lips too.

“I love you” You whispered on his lips as you broke the kiss off with heaving chests. You let out a small yelp when he grabbed the back of your thighs and picked you up, before putting you down on the small table next to the controlling panel. You were silently watching each other, his hand was still on your cheek as yours were on his shoulders. Both of you were smiling ear to ear, you were so happy. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Is it really a question?” He answered right away, kissing the tip of your nose, before pecking your lips. “Please be honest with me, just as we’ve always been.”

“Do you really want to take things step by step?” Your finger was drawing shapes on his chest that was showing from his unbuttoned shirt. “ Because all I can think about is how much I want to rip this shirt off you and finally kiss all those parts of you that I have been dreaming about.”

“Aw, cute. You have had some wet dreams about me huh?” He chuckled, his left hand went behind your head and grabbed your hair at the nape of your head and pulled it a little just so you will tilt your head upwards, a small sigh left your lips before you inhaled sharply.

“I may or may not bought that set that you have suggested.” You are not gonna give this game in that easily. If he can tease you can do it as well. Your fingers were busy opening the buttons one by one, all the way to the end and you opened the shirt when you finished and slid your palm over his abdomen. Now it was his time to inhale a sharp breath as he felt your slight cold fingers on his hot skin. You could feel under the pad of your fingers the soft skin that you have had some luck to touch a few times when he was shirtless but this time it was different. With each breath he took, lust and desire just spread through both of your bodies, clouding your minds.“And it’s perfectly matching your car.” You could see he swallowed thick, he did not break eye contact with you, it was so much more intense than the one you have had before..

“Calculated move.”

“I thought that maybe if none of my charms are working on you then maybe my panties can change your mind.” You giggled over his lips.

“Do you really want this?” His voice got softer and he tilted his head to the side, trying to read any discomfort or something that would indicate you are changing your mind.

“Charles, I think it's bullshit if we are all gonna act like we have never met before and started to date. We have known each other for years, we can’t have the same pace as with someone I have never known.I trust you with my whole heart, and I know if you promise something you are gonna keep that. “You hooked your finger in his belt loop on his trouser and pulled him closer to your body, between your legs. “So please, get over that chevalier shit and kiss me and let me take your clothes off because if you keep me waiting for another second I’m gonna go crazy.” He laughed at your last sentence before pulling your closer to his body and closed his lips over yours again, but this time to a much heated kiss, he was still so loving with you but you could feel that he wanted you too. Without waiting for him you already grabbed the side of your shirt and pulled it upward, throwing it over the dashboard and pushed on his body to take a step backwards from you letting you jump down from the table, pushing down your skirt letting the light fabric fall down to your ankles, leaving you just in your underwear. He has seen you in your underwear many times, there was a time when accidentally he saw you for a second without a bra too, but those times were different, because then he identified the whole picture as his beautiful friend. But now all he could see was the sexiest woman on earth who was waiting for him to take it to the next step but all he could do was just look at her completely mesmerised. The fabric and the style of the garments were so beneficial on you. “I’m not gonna bite, you can come closer.” He shook his head and leaped forward picking you up by your waist, lifting you up which made you instantly wrapping your legs around him. One of his hand grabbed on your butt and squeezed it a little making you let a yelp out on his lips that made his smile wide.

“You look so fucking sexy.” He said between kisses as he was walking down on the deck all the way to the big sunbeds with those big fluffy cushions, he lowered the two of you as he got on his knees and get on the centre of the bed before sat down with you still on his lap. “I was right about the red. Belle, you are hot as fuck.” He looked up and down on you once again, still can’t get enough of the scene in front of him. Pulling off the shirt off him that you threw somewhere next to you on the floor, before grabbing on his shoulders and pushed on him, making him to fall back on the pillows. Without waiting another second you jumped forward and started to kiss the soft skin on his neck from the base of his ear and continued your way down to his chest. A low grunt escaped from his throat as he tilted his head back on the bed in to the pillows when you climbed off his lap, lowering yourself down on him, continue the track of kisses from is chest down his lower abdomen. His breath quickened and even had a sharpe inhale when you kissed your way down on his happy trail and hooked your finger once again into his jeans. You looked up at him through your lashes seeing that he was looking back at you, his eyes were so dark, full with lust as he was holding on his breath waiting for your next step. You licked your lips before turned your gaze back to the trousers and started to work on unbuttoning it.

“May I?” He cleared his throat and nodded as you hooked your finger in his trousers and boxer at the same time feeling the soft flesh under your finger, which made warmth spread all over on you ending its way between your legs that you had to squeeze together. He lifted his hips up, to help you pull down on his clothes, leaving him in the end completely naked for the first time. You sat back and looked over at him, from his handsome face that was smiling at you the most cockiest was possible, to his sculptured torso that you have loved so much all the way to the lowest part of his that you have never seen before. You swallowed down the moan that nearly escaped from your throat when you saw his member. He caught your wrist and pulled you down on him catching your lips with his into a searing kiss. You were about to sit on his lap when he pulled your leg underneath for you and pushed you under him, he pushed your legs apart with his knee and planted both his palm next to your head.

“Babygirl, I cannot be the only one who is naked, it’s not fair don’t you think?” He mumbled in your ear and started to plan wet kisses from the behind of your ear all the way down to your neck and went down to your chest. You pushed you upper body forward, arching your back to get closer to him which he answered with a small laugh. “We are not running anywhere Bunny, we have all the night. And I’m not planning to rush it with you.” You raked your fingertips all the way down on his chest which he grabbed before you could reach his lower stomach and lifted it up above your head caging both of your wrist with his big hand. “Now it’s my turn to play.” He said and give you a peck on your lips. With his free hand he took your breast out of the lacy bra and softly massaged it. You moaned to the feeling of his calloused fingers getting closer and closer to your nipple. “You are so perfect. Such a good girl.” He kissed you neck one more time before latched his mouth on your breast, sucking on the soft skin leaving slight marks over it, he played with your pebbled nipple first with his tongue that made you moan out loud and arching your back more before he bit down on it that caused to yelp a little. “All those beautiful sexy noises and we haven’t done a lot yet.” He looked up at you as he was laying down between your legs on his stomach.

“If you want to hear all those other noises, and me screaming your name, you better hurry up my love.” You planted yourself on your elbows and watched him as he laughed and started to kiss his way down on your stomach all the way to your panties. Your breath quickened when he kissed the waistline of your lacy underwear, pushing your legs up a little, planting your feet on the bed, he kissed his way the inside of your thighs while he was having an intense eye contact with you. He hooked his fingers on the side of your underwear and started to pull it down so that you helped him with just lifting your hips a little. Once it disappeared he sat back on his knees and looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel the most beautiful woman on the whole Earth, not feeling any insecurities that this is the first time when he sees you that way, spreaded all hot and wet, full with lust.

“Bunny, you are magnificent.” He whispered as he leaned forward and grabbed the side of your face and kissed you deeply, you exhaled through your nose when you felt his member pushing down on your fold making the both of you moaning out in each other's mouth. You pushed him back a little and grabbed on his shoulders to make him lay down, you slid yourself up and down on his hard cock that was laying on his stomach. Lustful moans were leaving your mouth at the sensation, you felt like you can’t take it anymore you just need him inside you. Now.

You lifted yourself up, leaning on your hand that was on his chest and grabbed the base of his cock and positioning at your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself down on him, gasping as the tip started to stretch out your inside. You both gasp at the new feeling as you slowly lower yourself down on him, all the way till he completely disappeared in you. You were sitting quietly, staring at each other, you were taking small breaths as you were still adjusting on the feeling of his huge size. Once you felt like you can move you leaned forward down on him and kissed him, instantly his arms wrapped around you and pulled you down on him as he planted his feet on the bed and started to roll his hips slowly but tender. Your head fall into his neck as you were panting and moaning. You planted both your palms on his chest and pushed yourself up so you could sit up normally, the whole feeling, him inside you in this position was different. One of his hand grabbed your waist as the other grabbed on your breasts and started to play with you nipple once again. The feeling was overwhelming, you dropped your head back as you were riding him slowly.

“Look at me beautiful’ Charles panted underneath you “You look like a goddess. Such a good girl. You feel so good wrapped around me.” His hand left your breast and slid up to your neck, grabbing on it which made you gasp in surprise. His other hand went from your waist all the way down between the two of you and laid his finger on your clit, making you moan loud. “Can you please be my princess and come for me?” You nodded frantically as he picked up the pace with his thrust and his finger started to draw circles on you clit.

“Holly shit.” You gasped at the new feeling and let your nail dig into the soft skin on his chest.

“You are doing amazing, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.” He pulled you closer kissing your lips as he picked up his pace, making you moan in his mouth. You felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm slowly appearing in you but when Charles changed the pace of his fingers again on your sensitive clit you knew you don’t have a long time before you are gonna come.

“Charles. I…I’m gonna cum.”Whimper left your lips when he turned the both of you around making him be on top once again.

“Come on baby girl. Come for me.” He whispered on your lips as his thrusts got more quicker and deeper at the same time. You were on the road of orgasm and you were racing on that road. With a few more thrust you were at the gate of your orgasm, and one more movement of his finger and you came all over his dick while you were screaming his name. With a few more thrust he was following you and with a low grunt he released himself inside of you before fall on the top of you caging you in his arms. Both of you were panting, heads clouded by full bliss between each others arm. After a few minutes he pushed himself away from you, and grabbed on your chin turning your head to his way. You looked at him with those shining eyes, and a small smile on your lips.”Are you okay?”

“More than okay. That was one of the best orgasm of my life.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “ I love you.”

“I love you” He whispered back and closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss.

“Where are they?” Eric checked the time on his phone once again as they were waiting on their two best friends to arrive at the small BBQ party. “I can’t believe that they are living like five minutes away and they still manage to miss the time we have agreed on.” He was shaking his head side to side with a grin on his lips.

“Look who has arrived!” Sammy pointed at the balcony window where the two of you walked out hand in hand saying hello to the others. “Wate a fucking minute!” She raised her voice making everyone stop at what they were doing. “As I can see the date went well.” She crossed her arms in front of herself as your other girlfriends stopped next to her looking at you with the biggest smile on their lips.

“They went on a date?” Eric asked

“Remember that they had that promise thing, many years ago?” She pushed on the shoulder of our friend who looked at her dumbfounded before nodding.” So by the first of September their deal came to an end, both of them were single, so our Lord Perceval took the chosen one of his heart on a date.” Sammy winked at you making you blush and look down on your feet, trying to hide that you got busted.

“What can I say, I keep myself to my world. If I promise something I better keep that.” Charles said with a wide grin on his lips and pulled you closer to his body and kissed the crown of your head.

“Pay up Big Ric.” Sammy extended her palm out to Eric with a victorious smile on her lips.

“What did you do?” You asked surprised seeing your male friend digging in to his shorts for his wallet with a frown on his lips and took a hundred euro out and handed it over to the girl. “You bet on us?” Your eyes went wide as you understood the scene in front of you.

“Oh honey, we did it many years ago. But hey Ric, I think you are still short by another fifty, because as I can see that the summer dress can’t hide, they even had some extra fun.” She nodded to your way again, as you took your ponytail on the left side of your neck trying to hide the small hickeys that were showing. Damn it Charles. With a huffle he threw another fifty euros on top of the other banknotes. “Thank you very much! It was a pleasure to do business with you Sir. I hope you learned to never do a bet with me.” She winked at him and walked away counting on the notes as she was whistling away as all of you were laughing at them. You looked up at Charles on your side watching him chuckling with his friends, his smile was reaching his eyes making small wrinkles appear, which made him more attractive. You were studying his handsome features quietly with a smile on your lips, and you were just amazed that how you got so lucky. You have had a spectacular life, a great job with a side job that was basically your hobby. You have the biggest most supportive and cohesive friend group since you were kids that made your life so much better. And finally you have someone next to you, who you love with your whole heart and can imagine your life with, someone who you were waiting for the whole time till now. Someone that you were head over hills in love with.

“Bunny what’s going on in the pretty head of yours?” Charles made you wake up from your staring.

“I was just thinking how lucky we are that we have each other. I have people in my life that I can count on no matter what and when. People that I will have in my life for ever. And now I have a partner, the most handsome man on Earth who can be the biggest goofball ever with who I can plan my future, our future. Someone who I love so much.”

“You are my everything. You are my future Bunny. I love you so much.” He grabbed both sides of your face as he was looking deeply in your eyes, and pulled you closer to a kiss.

Maybe your love life is not that miserable after all.

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freyjhasdesiredreality · 2 years ago

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Bambi (Sergio Checo Perez x Reader)

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A/N: Hey guys! I know I’ve been a little bit late but I couldn’t kind of connect with Perez writing this story. But it’s a challenge so here it is! This one is a request from @maximeverstappen thank you so much for the request!! As a reminder English is not my first language!

WC: 700+

Warnings: Nothing really.

Checo has been your best friend since forever. When you met in the karting for the first time, you bonded really quickly. Your friendship grew stronger each day you spent together. When you left karting due to lack of funds, he was absolutely devastated. You promised him you could visit him whenever you can and he promised he would win every race when you visit.

When you visited him last year in Monaco, he did as he promised and won the race. He asked to take you to his celebration party with his team but your plane was early the next day, so you kindly said you couldn’t make it.

“How about I promise to have dinner with you, whenever you are in Mexico again?” you asked. He was sad you couldn’t join. He was planning to ask you out, maybe ask you to be his girlfriend but now obviously he couldn’t do it.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to come to Mexico until the race, Bambi,” he pouted his mouth. “We could spend your winter break together, just like we do every year then,” you offered. He took the offer and hugged you tightly before you went back to the hotel. “Stay safe, call me when you land,” he said and kissed your forehead. You exchanged good nights and he left for the party.

Fast forward to winter break, you decided to make a football night because of the World Cup. You offered him to watch it in your house. You prepared every kind of Mexican junk food, hoping one night of no diet wouldn’t hurt him.

When the Mexico national team won that night, he caught up in the moment and all of a sudden he kissed you. Your cheeks became the darkest shade of red, he was about to apologize but you kissed him back.

“Hey guys,” Checo called out for the team when he entered the Red Bull garage. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” he introduced you to them. Everyone knew he had a girlfriend and were dying to meet you. You missed the first race due to a last minute meeting from work but now you were here. “Hello everyone, so nice to meet you,” you waved your hand, suddenly feeling anxious. He held your other hand tighter, letting you know he is here and has your back always.

Max Verstappen and Christian Horner approached you and introduced themselves. “You must be that famous Bambi he couldn’t stop talking about,” Horner teased, “We couldn’t meet last time,” You blushed and giggled, offering your hand to shake. “Well I guess that’s me,” you said looking at Checo smiling.

He kissed your forehead, “Do you remember what I told you years ago?” he softly said. “The one with races I’m attending?” you asked, smiling. He smiled, nodded his head and kissed you. “Be careful out there, come back to me,” you said. He gave you a big hug before he left.

“I’m interested in that promise,” Horner said laughing. “I’m sorry, I kind of eavesdropped,” he turned to you. “Well, years ago before I left karting, he promised me he would win every race that I attend to honor my past,” you said proudly. “Let’s hope he is right,” he said before he left for the pit wall.

He did as he promised. He won the Jeddah Grand Prix, the second Formula 1 race that you ever attended. You couldn’t be more proud. You were cheering and jumping, he gave you a wink when he lifted his trophy. After the ceremony you guys met in the garage, he ran to you, grabbed you and hugged you so tight when you gave him a big kiss.

“You did it again!” you said. “I promised you, didn’t I?” he said before he kissed you again. “Hello, sorry to interrupt again but I have something for Y/N,” Horner said while he’s approaching you. He gave you a big box filled with Red Bull merchandise. You looked at it in awe, “What is it for?” you asked. “Welcome to the team as Checo’s lucky charm,” he joked and winked before he left. “Thank you!” you yelled behind him. “It seems like you have another job now,” Checo said. You both laughed and left to join the celebration party.

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How your life can change with a call - Charles Leclerc

Hello, hello.

So here we are, a new post, with a new story. This idea just popped up in my head and I could not just write it Hope you will like it.

Out and over

Kiki

DadCharles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You have met two times before, but never ended well. The third time you have met was because something changed in both of your life, and this how two turned into three. You need to learn, adjust and love.

Warnings: death, anxiety, swears, alcohol usage, smut, pregnancy, mention of infertility

Masterlist

-- Monaco --

“Emily, do you really think this is a good idea? A blind date with your fiancé’s friend.. You know how much I hate blind dates..” you walked out of the bathroom trying to put the earrings in. “Come on, he is a really nice guy.” She sat up on the bed as she was caressing her big bump. She was in the 8th month of her pregnancy, she had reached the point when everything was uncomfortable, sitting, laying down, it did not matter anymore.She smiled and handed over the handbag before grabbing the keys from the little bowl next to the door and handed over that one also. “Have fun! Call me tomorrow!” She kissed left side of your cheek before opening the door and pushing your out.

“You really want to get rid of me.” You turned back at the doorstep.

“No, I just need someone next to my daughter’s Godmother.” She winked at you.

You arrived at the small restaurant a few minutes earlier than it was agreed on. Checking the time at your watch on your arm as you were looking around watching the people walking, cars passing by. Fifteen minutes went by, when you took your phone out and started to write a text to your friend, asking about how long you should wait for him to arrive, when a taxi stopped in front of you and the door opened. You looked up from the phone hoping that your date had arrived but a young woman got out of the car, smiling at you friendly before handing over the cash to the driver and closed the door. You smiled back and let out a disappointed sigh and looked back on your phone. Maybe he is sitting inside, waiting for you. You walked into the small restaurant but you had no idea about whose name the table was booked. But the waitress was nice and showed you a small table, after you asked her if she knew there was someone who was waiting for a date, she just shook her head with an apologetic smile and handed over the menu, while showing you the offers for wines. Frustration was bubbling up in your body, as you were sipping on the red wine as you were looking around in the restaurant. Couples were having their romantic dinner, chatting away. Maybe he got into a traffic jam.. Or maybe he forgot about what time you will meet… Or he just never wanted to come….

You were just finished with your glass as the fifteen minutes actually turned into thirty minutes. You tried to catch the attention of the waitress to ask for the bill and leave, when she turned to your way with a smile and started to walk to your table. You picked the small handbag into your lap and dug up your wallet to pay when you saw someone walking behind her.

“Here she is.” She put down another menu “I’ll be back in a few to take your orders.” She smiled and left the table. I looked up from my glass checking out the new person who was trying to take the seat on the opposite side.

“I’m so sorry!” He started “ I got caught up in a meeting.” He was panting as he was trying to take his jacket off. “I’m Charles.” He extended his hand over the table and smiled at me. His piercing greenish, hazel eyes looked deep into yours. His handsome features could really charm you instantly but you did remember him, he was at the wedding of your friends. And he was flirting with you through the reception but ditched you right away when a young brown haired girl appeared.

You looked puzzled at him waiting for him to realize that you had met him before, even shared some stories together, but he had no idea about it.

“Y/N, nice to meet you!” You extended your hand out and let a small smile on your lips appear. Just as the drinks arrived and you were having a quite boring but polite conversation, the whole atmosphere was just awkward at your table, you were feeling awkward because you did know the guys sitting across the table, while he had no idea who you were.

“Hey Charles, thank you for the afternoon. And the ride to here. We should do it again but in my place.” A long brown haired woman stopped at our table and winked at him and squeezed his shoulder before looking at you for a second and pulled her lips into an ironic smile and walked away from the table, swaying her hips obnoxiously. You turned your gaze back to him, seeing that he was still lingering his eyes on the woman’s lower back, while he was nibbling on the edge of the glass. You coughed awkwardly making him tear his eyes off her and turned back to you.

“I mean you did not specify what type of meeting you were caught up with. But now that purple mark on your neck and the slight red lips really gave it away.” You smiled at him ironically and looked back at your plate.

“Y/N, I ‘m sorry, I totally forgot about the date and she was over and…My life is pretty messed up now. I just got out of a relationship…” He started to explain everything but you just looked at him and picked the bag up from the back of the chair.

“Look. I did not want you to feel that this was an obligatory meeting… Especially that our friends arranged the whole thing, and I mean, you should have just sent Emily a text. Now I just feel humiliated, and I’m really not up for this. If you were not ready for a date, if you just wanted something casual you should have said it. And to be honest, I don’t have the energy and the time just to “waste” it that way.” You grabbed your coat too, before getting up from the chair and putting 50 euros down on the table. “I think it should cover it and maybe yours too.” Said before turning around and walked out of the restaurant.

“What a terrible night and what an asshole” you thought. And you did not know how wrong you were…

-- 3 years later --

“Hello, I’m Tomasso Rossi from the central hospital, is it Y/N L/N? “A deep male voice woke you up from your sleep in the middle of the night.

“Uhm yes, it’s me. How can I help you?” You mumbled back still half asleep and confused and why would a hospital call you at this time. You sat up in the bed, rubbing your eyes.

“You were given as an emergency contact for Emily Bernard. Can you please come to the hospital as soon as possible?”

“What happened to her? Is Sophia okay?” You jumped up from the bed, started to search for the pieces of clothes in the dark room, picking up a leggings and hoodie before running to the door.

“I can’t tell you anything more than this over the phone. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be there in 10.” You ended the call as you ripped the front door open and ran down the hallway to get to your car as fast as you could. While you chanted to yourself that you hope your goddaughter is okay and your friends too.

“Y/N Can you please come with me?” A tall figure appeared next to you as you were looking through the small window watching the peacefully sleeping Sophia in the hospital room. You still could not believe the whole thing. This night felt like a nightmare, in which you just can’t wake up from. You swiped off the tears from your cheeks and turned to the man on your right before nodding and following him down on the corridor. “Please take a seat in here.” He opened a door of an office where was a big oak table with four chairs, from which one was already occupied. The man lifted his head up from his hands when he heard the door open and as soon as you stepped in, you froze down. It was Charles. The man who have had that awful date with a few years ago. His glossy eyes went up from your shoes all the way to your eyes. His handsome features were covered with tears. He leaned back in the chair and swiped the fallen tear away. “Please take a seat.” The lawyer ‘s deep voice cut through the silence in the room which made you jump a little bit. You slowly took a seat next to Charles.” So you may have known that both of you were the Godparents of Sophia. And as well as that tragic accident of her parents, she was left behind without any caretakers. Emily and Éliott made a will where they have selected the both of you as caretakers. I know that you both need time to wrap your heads around this situation, but we need to decide it within the next 48 hours, or I have to give the hospital permission to start the paperworks with the child support, to start searching for a place for Sophia in an orphanage.” He looked up from the papers and pushed his glasses up on his nose. The two of you were sitting in silence looking at in front of yours. Questions were flying around in your head. Caretakers? Orphanage? The lawyer was waiting for you patiently on the other side of the table, playing with his fingers as you were just zoning out completly.

“I’m in.” Charles broke the suffocating silence, his voice was weak and raspy due to staying silent for that long mixed with the crying. You looked at him, his eyes were on you waiting for you to answer. “I can take care of her even if you are not in this.”

“I’m in too. I’m just still trying to believe that I’m not dreaming.” You raked through your hair with your hands, and slid closer to the table. “Do we have to sign somewhere?”

“Yes, I have printed out the papers for it.” He took another pile of paper in front of him and slided over the table. Give one pile of each of you. “I’ll let you read it through, until I will go to the head of the child protection department. “ He got up from the desk and walked out of the door, leaving you in silence again. Charles got up from his seat and started to walk around in the small office.

“Can you please stop walking around? You make me dizzy.” You leaned back in the chair taking your eyes of him, and close them. Pushing the heel of you palms into your eyes.

“Don’t need to stare at me. You can just leave the room. “ He snapped back at you stopping for a second before starting to walk again. “How the hell could this happen? What will I do with a three years old.. I have races most of the weekend..”

“What will you do? Do you think that I’m gonna leave my best friend’s baby, my goddaughter with you?” You sat up in the chair putting down the pile of paper on the desk.

“Y/N, both of us know that I can give that child better support.. And don’t take it as an offense.” He stopped for a second looking at you.

“What are you talking about?” You raised your eyebrows and waiting for his reponse, expressing what he was meaning by that.

“I know that you have some struggles with money and accommodation…Éliott told me a few weeks ago, when you and Emily met.”

“ You know nothing.” You shook your head left to right, and pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie down on your hands. Your anixiety were up on the roof already but with this conversation with Charles just made it worse. You were really forcing yourself no to just get up and walk out of the room.

“You live in a one room apartment in the worst part of the city.. “ Tilting his head to the side with an unamused expression on his face.

“You know not all of us have millions of dollars in their account to buy the fanciest penthouses in every city they have been before.” You stood up from your seat and took a few steps closer to him. Looking straight into his eyes. After your last time you saw each other did not ended well, you still have had some thorn in you, but with that statement he was really pissing you off. You haven't slept for 48 hours now at least, your best friend just passed away in a car accident and this rich, arrogant man is just judging you since you have stepped into the room. You were really having none of it. “Yes, indeed I live in not the best part of the city, I do rent a place, but if you have talked with Éliotte and Emily you know that very well, that I just lost everything. I lost my job and my fiancé, which made me give up the luxurious life and move away as soon as possible to a place with literally no money. And you are judging me because it just makes you a bigger jerk than I have already been thinking about you. And don’t you dare to think that I will give up on the last little thing that I have left from my childhood best friend, who was basically my sister. “You were standing close to him, pushing your finger into his chest. The lump in your throat got much bigger than before, tears were filling up your eyes, making your vision blurry. “Sophia is all I have left of her, Charles.” Your voice was weak as a sob was bubbling up in your throat, before you know Charles pulled you in a hug which made you broke down. “I want to wake up, this is a nightmare. They were at my place a few hours ago, we just had dinner, planning the summer vacations together. I want to wake up and see them again. I want Emily to call me saying that all this was a dream and she is still here. “ You said between the sobs as you were clenching on Charles’s shirt, soaking it through with your salty tears. He was rocking your bodies left to right, trying to calm you down as he was crying too.

“I know, I want to wake up too. But this is not a dream, sadly. And we need to figure this one out, we can’t let them take Sophie away. “ He pushed your body away from his, you lifted your head up looking at his tear soaked face. “ We have to set some rules,but we need to do this together. She needs some stability in her life, and this can only be us.”

“It won’t be easy, but we need to do this” You stepped away grabbing the pen and extending it to him, as you had the other in your hand ready to sign the paper. You looked up at him and asked. “Are you ready to co-parenting this little angel with me?”

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Month have passed since you have signed the papers and took home Sophie. It was still a learning process to have a toddler with you, to maneuver in the new parenting life, to bring the three different lifestyles together. It was hard, and you knew it well that first it wouldn't be easy. Take Sophie to the daycare, go to work, schedule your time with Charles. The whole living situation did not make it easier too, going back and forth to your place and between Charles’s. You still have had to adjust that you have been sleeping at Charles’s place with Sophie in the bed,because her room still needed to be adjusted. The only thing that made it much easier for you was that Charles’s mother Pascale helped you, she was the biggest help in your life, even though she was living hours away in Monaco while you were still living in Italy.

“Good morning” Charles appeared in the kitchen unexpectedly and made you jump as you were trying to find the button on the fancy coffee machine that would start to make your coffee, but you have already looked on the top, on the front, the sides even the back to find a button that will just make he machine work.

“Hello” You mumbled back and turned back to the machine.

“Someone is grumpy.” He picked up a water bottle out of the fridge and leaned back to the counter watching you with a grin, as you were having some troubles.

“Someone was snoring so heavily that I thought I’m in a construction site, which made Sophie wake up many times or just turn a lot in the bed, somehow ending her little hand in my mouth, or her little feet in my kidney. She sleeps just like her mother did, crosswise on the bed! “You were gesticulate violently, as you were telling him about your night. You have agreed that she sleeps with you until you have a bed for her and she will get used to the whole thing. “Oh and I try to make a coffee for myself but you have a fancy machine that needs to have an engineering diploma to use.” You turned defeatedly around throwing your hands up.

“I do not snore that loud. And maybe use the screen on the top of the machine. Let me help.” He stepped behind you and pushed the screen before, so the machine started to buzz, filling up the mug with the black liquid. Stupid fancy machines and their hidden buttons.“ Bonjour ma petite chou!” He smiled and picked up Sophie, who was standing in the corner of the kitchen rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Comment as tu dormis? Il y a une sorcière qui a dit que tu ne la laisser pas dormir. (How did you sleep? There is a witch who said you did not let her sleep.)” He looked back at you with a cheeky smile.

“Je parle français aussi, crétin. (I also speak french, you cretin.)” You rolled your eyes as you filled another cup with coffee too, and put it on the kitchen island. He just laughed as he grabbed the mug and lifted up to his lips, but stopped before took a swig of it. “I won’t poison you. It’s just coffee..” You walked out of the kitchen to the dining table and pulled the chair out for you, and extended your arm out. “Now give me Sophie, she needs to have breakfast. I have made some for you too, if you are hungry, it’s on the stove.” You pointed with your head to the way of the kitchen.

“Oh thanks.. That’s…Nice of you.” He looked at you surprised while letting you take Sophie and scratched the back of his neck.

“No worries. But don’t get used to it.” You looked up for a second before feeding the little girl in your lap with her breakfast. “I have ordered a chair and a bed for her at night, they will arrive here maybe in the afternoon or tomorrow.” You said casually as you took a bite from your toast and flipped through the pages of the magazine you have found on the table. It was a Sportsweek magazine with some pictures of him on the cover. You flipped through the pages, and stopped for a minute to the pages where his photos were. You could not lie to yourself that he was handsome on those, especially the ones that were black and white, somehow they even captured his features the best way. He was a beautiful man, and no matter how you tried to think that he is the last person that you want to feel attracted to, he was extremely handsome.

“You like what you see?” He slides on the other side of the table with a stupid grin on his face.

“Oh don’t be full of yourself. “ You rolled your eyes. “ But I have to say that those black and white ones really give you an advantage. “ You closed the magazine and slid to the other side of the table, before grabbing a napkin and swiped off the crumbles of Sophie’s cheek. He was taken back by your words, since you have met again and started this new living situation you were cold with him. Not rude or anything, just not as friendly as you can be with his mother and siblings. He understood it, he messed it up for real. That day when he was set up for that date, he had no idea who she was. She seemed really familiar for him, he just could not put a finger on it, but later he found some pictures from the wedding of your friend’s and that’s when he saw those outstanding green eyes, and he knew that he did not mess it up once, but twice. She behaved measuredly with him, sometimes let a smile appear on her beautiful features when he made a joke or a funny comment but it always quickly faded away, just only stayed there when Sophie was the main source of her happiness. He couldn’t help but always felt happiness and warmth spreading through his body when he saw them together, both of them were actually glowing from the happiness, their laughter always filled up his place, all he wanted after a busy day just to finally arrive home and see them.

“So Maman just called yesterday when you were doing some shopping, that she was planning to have dinner at hers.” He sat down at the table picking out his phone. “Do you think we can manage to stay there for the weekend? I thought we should leave this afternoon. ”

You picked up Sophie from his feeding chair and let her go playing in the living room with some blocks.

“Yes sure, but we need to stop at mine. I have to pick up some clothes.” You gathered all the empty cups and plates from the table and walked to the kitchen to put it in the dishwasher.

“Okay, I’ll go and pick up the SUV and we can stop there on the way to mum’s, how does it sounds for you?”

“Deal!” You looked up from the machine and smiled at him which he answered with a nod and a smile too.

“Okay, we can pick up my stuff but you can’t say anything about my flat!” You turned in your seat to face him, as you were just before to turn on the main street of your flat. He nodded as his eyes were on the road ahead, and indicated before turning. He quietly parked the car and you picked up Sophie from the back of the car and had her sitting on your hips and let her snuggle to your side nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. Charles remained silent as you walked up to the flat. “That looks like reliable security..” he mumbled when you were opening the door, which only had one lock and the keys were hardly turning in it. You looked back at him with an unamused look. “ It was just a statement.” He lifted his arms up in defense and took the toddler out of your arms and hugged it close to his body.

“Stay in here I’ll be back in a few.” You pushed the door open and walked in the flat, closing it before he could step in. You closed your eyes before letting out a sigh. You pushed yourself away from the door and walked all the way to your small bedroom, to grab some nicer clothes for the dinner so you are not gonna be in your sweats. You opened the door and flicked the lights on.

“I thought you would never come home.”

“Jesus christ!” You jumped back as the voice cut through the silence. Your eyes snapped to the way of the voice seeing your ex-fiancé sitting on the bed waiting for you. “What the hell? What are you doing here?”

“I was calling you for the whole week, and you were not answering. So I thought to check on you.”

“I have had no intention talking to you, and I have had no time either, and I don’t have it now. I want you to leave.”

“And I want you to come back.”

“May I know why? I think you were the one who kicked me out of the flat, if I’m correct. After you fucked you little secretary in your office, while I was next door having the most important meeting of the company.” You folded your arm in front of you. “You can say whatever you want, but I’m not going back to you.”

“And what will you do? Live here? In this dumpster? While you can have marble flooring and the most luxurious furniture and the fanciest life? You choose this over me?” He jumped up from the bed, trying to take the bag out of your hand while you were stuffing your clothes in. You pulled the bag out of his hands.

“Get out now!” You pointed at the front door looking into his eyes.

“Y/N, you can’t just give up all we have had. Because of one tiny stumbling. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“One tiny stumbling?” Your voice jumped a few octaves as you stuffed the last piece of clothing in your bag. “Mark, you have fucked your own employee. Hell you have been having affairs behind my back for multiple occasions as I found out. And everyone knew about it. All the time when you have said you went on a business trip abroad, you did not even leave the country, hence not even the city!” You were yelling as you were walking out of the room, heading to the front door.

“Y/N is everything okay? Why are you shouting?” Charles opened the front door, making both of you snapping your heads his way.

“What is he doing in here?” both men said at the same time looking at each other and back at you. Your hands ran through your hair trying to calm your mind down.

“Trying to teach me a lesson or something that you are with him, or what?” Mark stepped closer as he was still looking between the two of you.

“Didn’t you say that you are not together anymore?” Charles asked while he did not take his eyes off him.

“You choose him over me?!” Mark grabbed your upper arm making you snap your head the way of him.

“Let go of her dude!” Charles stepped closer as you were still having a staring contest with your ex fiancé.

“It’s none of your business Max. “You gritted through your teeth “Let the fuck go of me and get the fuck out! Never want to see you ever again!” You jerked your hand out from his grip and pushed on his right arm making him stumble over his own foot all the way to the door. He looked back at you before disappearing.

“Are you okay?” Charles’s voice broke the silence of the apartment making you waking up from your trans shaking your head.

“Yea, let’s go. Need to get ready before that dinner.” You picked up your bag from the floor before heading out the apartment. “Need to call the landlord to change the locks.” You mumbled as you tried to lock the front door

“Or you can give up this and move into my apartment in Monaco. You know how big it is, so if you don’t want to see me then you just simply don’t come to my side. It would be much easier for Sophie too, mom can help because she is much closer to us, especially now that the season will start soon. And your crazy ex won't find you, and last thing I want for you to meet him, when I can't be on your side. Something is not right with this guy and I'm not feeling comfortable leaving you alone with Sophie if he is close to you and us. Don’t need to decide now, just think about it, okay?” He took the bag away from you and lifted Sophie on his arm a bit before he smiled at you. And even you got yourself to have a small smile at him as he was walking down on the hallway to his car.

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“So how are you? How are you working things out with two kids?” Pascale sat down next to you on the couch looking at the three boys playing with the little girl in the living room. As she passed a glass into your hand filled up with red wine. You were quietly sipping on your wine before answering.

“You would think a two year old would be more challenging than a 25, no you are wrong.” We both laughed and clinked the glasses. " You are incredible that you raised three boys."

“If you need help just call me anytime okay? I know it’s not easy with a child especially if you just turned out to be a parent out of nowhere. It can be different if the whole starting a family thing is planned and you go through the pregnancy, you have time to prepare yourself, in your case it was not like that. So if you feel like you are overwhelmed just give me a call. Might take a little to arrive in Italy but still.”

“Charles actually wants to move back to Monaco.” You interrupted her monologue.”Wanna move back to his old place. Saying it’s better for him, for Sophie too, due to the fact she was raised here. And he also pointed out that you would be closer to helping me. So I guess after next week, you don’t need to travel all the way to Italy.” You watched her expression changing, she was paying attention intensely first and then her eyes just went wide and her smile widened. Took out the wineglass from your hand, and put it on the small coffee table in front of you before pulling you into a bone crushing hug. She was the most welcoming woman you have met in your life, always smiling, spreading happiness all over the place.

“Charles really loves her” She said once you were apart, watching the boys and the little girl together.

“She really loves him too. But I’m afraid she is getting confused. Like she knows that it’s not her dad, but her little brain just wants to tell her to say dad. But she just can’t make it herself.”

“Would you let her call you mom and dad?” She turned at you , studying your face.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I don’t want her to feel left out that she can’t call a person mom and dad, but I don’t want her to forget about her real parents. That won’t be fair with Emily. I can’t take her place up as a mother. “You tried to swallow back your tears and looked up to the ceiling before Pascale grabbed your hand and squeezed it a little bit, making you tear your gaze from the wall and look back at her. “I would rather leave that choice up to her.” You whispered and squeezed her hand back.

“Look at me Y/N. You will never make her forget her parents. Just because if she will call you mom that won’t mean that you can’t keep up their legacy. “ She shook her head” And you already are an amazing mother.” She grabbed both sides of your face, making you look at her eyes deeply. “And she will always be grateful for that.” She kissed your forehead and pulled you closer to her body for a tight hug. You hugged her body back while with your other hand swiped the escaped tear away.

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Today was special not because it was Sophie’s first time on the track but it was yours too. You always watched F1 when you were a child with your dad, but never been a huge fan of it. So being on the track was definitely a new thing for you. You picked up the little girl from the car seat and grabbed the bag on the other hand, while you followed Charles to the entrance. He looked back at you two and extended his hand out initiating to give him the big bag full with diapers and other essentials.

“I will walk with you to my driver's room, where you can settle down, and can go back anytime you feel or Sophie feels it’s too much for her okay?” He stopped and lifted his sunglasses up and smiled at you. The past few days your communication was on the minimum, he was busy with the new season, constantly in the gym or in his room on the sim. But since you moved back to Monaco something changed. The atmosphere in the flat changed, the way he acted with you too, he was much calmer, more patient and talkative. There were times when he just came out of the room late at night to have a chat with you, which has never happened when you were living in Italy. He was more devoted. And you opened up a little more to him as well, he was not the same person that you have met three years ago. That person was a boy and now you have had a man living under the same roof as you. He was joking with you, teasing and even openly flirting with you from time to time. And you won’t lie, you liked it and even participated in the little flirting and teasing. “Here one for you, and one for the princess.” He grabbed two headphones.

“No way she has her name on it.”You laughed when you saw on one side it stated Sophie’s name and on the other side it said “principessa del paddock (princess of the paddock)” “Can I get one like this too?”

“We can talk about it.” He winked at you and opened the driver’s room. “You just need to say yes.” You looked at him confused, making him roll his eyes. “For that date…”

“I thought you were joking that night about it.” You shook your head and placed the bag on the small table. A few weeks ago happened when he casually hinted away that you could be his date on one of the galas and maybe even have dinner with him before that night. You really thought that he was just nice and did not think it could have been a date.

“Never joke about those things, you should have known it by now. “He smiled at you sadly “ Okay, so I gotta go, but we can meet up later. “He picked his phone up from the table and walked out the door before he turned around ”Oh! Before I forget! Press will be circling around here like sharks..So be careful okay?”

“Always.” You answered before he closed the door and left the two of you alone.” Babygirl, boys are confusing. My suggestion would be to avoid them as much as you can, maybe when they are around their 30s they can be better…”You looked at the toddler who was sitting on the bed looking back at you with her beautiful doe eyes and started to giggle. “Yea I know my love life is a joke, no need to laugh about it that obviously.” You shook your head laughing.

The whole paddock was buzzing, everyone was running around like crazy. Media was running around capturing every moment of the seventh race of the season while teams were walking up and down the road of the paddock. The garage was busy as well, mechanics were preparing the cars for opening laps. You were intimidated about the crowd not knowing where you can and cannot go, did not want to be in the way of anyone. Wanted to stay in the drivers room, but somehow Sophie was more interested about the things that went on outside, she was throwing a full tantrum about not wanting to play with the toys inside, all she wanted to open the door and be outside. Nothing was good for her at the moment, not if you picked her up, not if you tried to distract her somehow, so you just grabbed her hand and walked out of the garage.

As soon as you planted your feet outside different media outlets just swarmed you.

“Y/N! This is your first time on the track? How do you feel about it?” One reporter showed the microphone into your face, while the other five reporter were pushing on him. You pushed the little girl behind you, letting go of her and as you were trying to protect her with your body.

“Y/N! How does Sophia feel like being on the track?” Everyone was just loudly asking question from left to right as they were pushing you further away from the garage.

“Please! Take a few steps back! “ You pleaded “Sophie?” You turned around looking for the toddler as you have not felt her little hands on the back of your thighs anymore. “Sophia, where are you!” You looked around frantically as you tried to grab a glimpse of the little girl's figure out of the crowd. “Sophia! " You called her again, but couldn't find her. Panic started to rise up in your body, making your throat closing and your breath quickened. “Get out of the way! Where is Sophia?” You pushed yourself through the crowd of reporters not caring about that you have knocked a few microphones out of the reporter’s hand. “No, please god…” You whispered as you were looking around in the paddock, panic fully spread through your body. You started to run the way of the Ferrari’s garage as you kept calling out for the little girl.

“Y/N! What's going on? “ Carlos grabbed on your arm making you stumble in your own feet.

“Y/N? Why are you crying?” Charles stepped next to his teammate, the smile disappeared on his face instantly.”Where is Sophie?” He looked behind you and snapped his sight back at you.

“I.. I don’t know. She was really cranky, she wanted to go out, we went out for a walk and the media just surrounded us. “You were looking around, maybe she could spot her before turning back to the drivers. “They pushed and pulled on us, I showed her behind me, and next thing I know, she just disappeared. “ You looked at him, tried to calm your breath so the words you were saying were understandable for them.” Charles I lost her.” You summarized the past happenings through the hiccups and sobs.

“Okay I’ll go to the loudspeaker and ask them to say that she is missing.” Carlos swiped his palm on your shoulder with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, we will find her. She can’t go that far away.”

“Come on, we need to go and check if she went the other way.” Charles grabbed on your right hand and pulled you down on the way where you came from. “Please don’t cry.” He squeezed your hand. You were shouting Sophia’s name left to right, causing everyone to look at you, before they started to help looking for the little girl. You were a full mess, crying and screaming the little girl's name as you were looking around.

“Charles!” Max shouted at our way, making us stop and turned to his way. And there she was, snuggling on the chest of Max, as he was waving. You ripped your hand out of Charles’s and ran down to the way of the paddock.

“Mommy!”She giggled as Max put her down and she ran to your arms. You picked her up and hugged tightly to your body and held her head close to your neck and combed your fingers through her hair. Charles wrapped his arms around you two and rocked you back and forth as you were trying to calm your cries.

“Sophie, I was so scared. Baby I’m so sorry.” You pushed the little girl away from your body and looked into her eyes. Her smile faded away as she grabbed your face and looked at you and at Charles.

“Thank you Max.” You lifted your head up and wiped the tears away from your cheek. Stepped out of Charles embrace and hugged his body with your left arm. “Thank you really.”

“No worries, she was just wandering around in here, smiling at everyone, and she just walked in and grabbed my hand. I was just about to walk to your garage hearing that you were looking for her when I saw you too.”He explained and patted Sophie's head, “She was so curious about everything.” He smiled and pinched her cheeks.

“Thank you man.” Charles shook his hand before wrapping his arm around your waist leading you out of the garage. “ We should head back.” You walked quietly down on the way back to the garage.

“I’m sorry.” You broke the silence as you walked into the driver’s room.” You were right..”

“About what?” He looked at you puzzled, closing the door behind him.

“Me, not capable of this..” You sighed as you sat down in the room watching Sophie playing with the blocks on the carpet. “I’m the worst parent ever.”

“Oh Y/N..” He rubbed his face and sat down next to you pulling your hand away from your lap as you were anxiously playing with your fingers, picking on your skin. “I was not right. You are the most incredible parent.”

“But I lost her..”

“And we found her, and she was actually doing perfectly fine. Don’t beat yourself up, please. Chérie, look at me.” He lifted up your face by your chin, he swiped the single tear away that escaped. ”Would you think that she would call you mommy if you would be the worst parent ever?” He studied your face and grabbed the piece of hair out of your face and put it behind your ear before continuing. “You could not hear it because of the panic. But this little angel just saw you and instantly said mommy. And you are the best mom ever, and you are capable of so many things in this world you can’t even imagine. You wake up everyday for this girl, taking care of her, running a full household, working at the same time. You just amaze us everyday.” He leaned closer and touched your foreheads together as his eyes never left yours. “And if we would have time I would continue telling you all the things that make you amazing.” He whispered as his eyes went back and forth between your lips and your eyes. You’ve never been this close in your life, you could not tear your gaze away from his beautiful greenish eyes with those specks of brown in it. Your breath caught up in your throat as you were looking down at his lips while you licked your own. A loud knock on the door made you two jump apart.

“Charles! It’s time for the free practice! “

“Coming!” He shouted back and got up from the bed. “I’ll be back soon okay? You can watch it on the TV here too, or you can come down to the garage. Lorenzo will probably be there.” He picked up on the earcovers and gave it to you. You smiled at him and nodded as he crouched down and gave a little kiss on the top of Sophie’s head before walking to the door to open it.

“Charles!” You stood up making him turn back looking at you surprised. “Kick some ass il predestinato!” You smiled at him, and he shook his head laughing before stepping back and grabbed on your cheeks before kissing your forehead.

“Will do Chérie.” He looked into your eyes and winked at you with a cheeky smile and left the room.

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“Are you ready?” Charles knocked on the bathroom door.

“In a minute! “ You mumbled as you were lining your eyes for the tenth time, because those eyeliner just did not want to be symmetrical.

“You said it ten minutes ago.” He laughed on the other side of the room.

“And it will be another ten minutes if you keep bothering me.” You giggled and sprayed some hairspray on your hair. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, adjusting the strap of the dress on your left shoulder. The red dress were hugging your curves all the right places ending it around your waistline and falling down in waves till the floor. You never thought red would suit you, especially this type of red, that were the perfect color match of the Ferrari’s shade. The top of the dress really helped with your look of your breasts with a modest cut in the middle. You were not a tall person, usually you said that you have short legs too, but in this dress with the slit on your right leg just made it look like you have beautiful long legs. And the whole look was just put together with the black stiletto. You felt beautiful and powerful and sexy.

You opened the door and walked out the room.

“Mommy!”Sophie squealed” Pretty! “She clapped her hands together as she was jumping on the bed of your room, making Charles lift his gaze up from his phone as he was sitting next to her on the bed. His mouth was agape and sat upright, putting the phone next to him on the bed.

“Yes baby, mommy is beautiful.” He whispered and got up from the bed. He was wearing the standard black suit and trousers with the Ferrari logo on it, which looked so good on him, making him so handsome. You felt your cheeks getting warmer as you blushed due to him staring at you with sparkling eyes. And the word mommy and beautiful out of his mouth just made you feel a hundred times more prettier. He has never said mommy to you since Sophie said it in the weekend, but somehow it just made your whole stomach do a somersault and a warm feeling spread through you. You truly felt special.

“Thank you, thank you! “You giggled as you twirled around making the little girl clapping her hands. You leaned down and kissed the side of Sophie’s cheek which made her giggle even louder, then grabbed Charles’s cheek too and kissed his also. He stopped and started at you with a smile on his face as his ears turned red just before his cheeks. He was about to say something when the door opened and Pascale walked in.

“Come on kids, they are waiting down at you. Oh my gosh Y/N, you look stunning!” Pascale looked up from her phone and stopped in the entrance as she saw the two of you. “You two are just so beautiful!” She clapped her hands together.

“Merci beaucoup Maman.” Charles walked to his mother and kissed her cheek.

“Have a great night. No need to rush home okay?” She gave you your small purse and kissed your cheek, you smiled at her wildly and followed Charles out of the room.

The elevator’s door opened and in the hall the group of people turned around looking at the two of you walking out. A few claps and whistles went around from Carlos and Pierre as you got closer making you blush for the umpteenth time of the night.

“Incroyable! “ Pierre said as he caught your hand and made you turn around. “You look stunning!” He pulled you closer and hugged you with one arm.

“Merci.” You smiled at him and tucked a string of hair behind your ear. “Are we waiting for someone else?” You looked around in the lobby before your eyes stopped at Charles who was looking at his phone.

“Yes, one more person and we can go.” He answered and looked up. “There she is!” He pointed and all of you turned to the left seeing a blonde woman walking down your way, throwing her hair every time she took a step. She was wearing the same shade of red as your dress just with a bigger cut on the cleavage area and the slit on the side came all the way up to her upper thigh.

“Hello there, sorry for being late, my hairdresser just took longer than expected. "She stopped next to Charles and pecked him on the lips.

“Hi, I’m Amanda!” She turned to you all and shook hands with the guys first before stopped and stared at you.” Oh you must be Y/N, the one who raised that pretty little girl with Charles.” Her smile was wide, even looked like a snarl as she grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly and shook it before pulling you closer and gave two kisses on your cheeks. You were taken back by the way she just greeted you so you just mumbled a quiet hello back to her. “The taxi is waiting actually outside, but could not get one taxi, so Charles, Carlos and I will go in one, and you two in another.” She clapped her hand together looking at you.” Hope it’s not a problem.”

“No, of course not.” You answered, shaking your head, still confused about how she got in here, and who she was. Charles has never mentioned that he has someone.

“Perfect!” She squealed, hooked her arm with Charles’s and started to walk out from the lobby.

You turned around and looked at the French driver next to you with a confused expression, which he just answered with a shrug and linked your arms together and pulled you out of the hotel.

“Who is she?” You asked as you were sipping on your margaritas at the table as you looked at the pair talking to the other team members. For the whole night she was holding on to him like she was afraid if she let go he would disappear. You tried not to be judgmental and put your thoughts aside but you felt deep down that something was not right with her. The whole thing was just weird.

“One of the Ferrari’s investor’s daughter. As far as I know, her dad put down a big check for them for this season’s car.” Pierre leaned back in his chair as he was playing with the glass in his hand. “They got together at one of the parties last week.” He added as you were taking a sip from your drink, making it go down in the wrong pipe, alcohol burning your throat. “What? You didn’t know?” He looked at you surprised and you shook your head as you were coughing. Somehow you felt nauseous and disappointed at the same time as you took a glance at the pair standing far away chatting and laughing with the group.

“We don’t talk about love life to be honest. But never mentioned that he has a girlfriend, especially when he asked me on a date last week.” You placed the empty glass on the table. Pierre studied you quietly with a smirk on his lips. “What now?” You looked at him unamused

“You like him.” He states casually and lifted up his glass of whisky and took a sip. “Admit it.”

“Pierre.” You rolled your eyes and pushed the glass away from you. “There is nothing to admit.”

“Okay, so if there is nothing to admit. Like you do like him.” He took a final sip of the glass and placed the now empty one on the table. He placed his hands on his thighs before getting up from the chair, extending his hand out for you.” Come let’s have a shot, and dance with me.” You laughed and took his hand. “And go on a date with me.” He pulled you closer to his body, wrapping one arm around your waist. You looked surprised at him not answering which just made him chuckle. He winked at you tugging along all the way to the bar. He ordered two tequila shots from the bartender, and without even a hesitation you threw the shot back, enjoying the burning sensation down your throat all the way to your stomach.

“Okay.” You said out of nowhere, making him turn to your way looking surprised. “I’ll go on a date with you.” His smile even got wider and motioned to the waiter asking for another round. The night ended with many other shots and cocktails making you unstable in your heels and a terrible headache in the morning. You were on your way to the restaurant of the hotel with Sophie grabbing on your pinky to have breakfast.

“Good morning.” You greeted the group already sitting at the table making them turn around. You lifted up the little girl and placed her in the feeding chair next to the empty one waiting for you.

“Good morning, how are you feeling?” Pierre looked at you with a smirk on his face.

“Headache. Just gonna check the coffee machine and something for Sophie.” You pointed behind you.

“Coffee is already here, though you might need it after the amount that you have had.” He pushed the cup to your side making you smile at him.

“Thanks, you are a lifesaver .” You smiled at him widely and turned to check the offer for breakfast at the table when you saw Charles and Amanda walking to your way.

“Hey Y/N. Did not see when you left yesterday.” Charles smiled as he was holding on to his cup, while the blonde just nodded to your way and sat down at the table. “Oh shit sorry I forgot your coffee.” He looked up from his mug.

“No worries, Pierre has already taken care of it, but thanks. "You smiled at him and patted his shoulder before walking to the way of the tables.

“So did you enjoy last night?” Carlos asked as you were mixing the yogurt for Sophia in her plate with some fresh fruits.

“Yes it was fun.” You answered as you tried to feed the kid. Mornings were usually hard for you, till you had a big mug of coffee you were not in your usual chatty self, but you forced yourself to be nice.You were about to continue your thoughts about last night.

“Oh it was so much fun! To meet all those incredible people there!” Amanda jumped in the conversation loudly making everyone look at her. You grabbed the spoon harder and took a deep breath before moving your gaze to her way with an amused expression. Your head was still pounding and the squeaking voice was really not helping with it. “And the food. Oh my gosh it was so good. Right Y/N?” You could see it from the corner of your eye that Pierre was having a blast with the awkward conversation that went on between you and the blonde.

“It was pretty shit to be honest.” You looked at her unamused, making everyone burst out laughing, even Charles. “Never understood the concept of those fancy foods smeared all over a huge plate.” You shrugged and turned back to the girl but she was not paying attention to the food she was more about to play with Charles’s hands and the bracelets on his wrist. After a few more tries you just gave up, and grabbed your coffee and drank from it. If she wants to eat she can eat later, you are not rushing anywhere.

“Hey Sophie! Baby! “ Amanda leaned over the table and dropped some berries on her plate.” Heard you call Y/N your maman. If you want to, you can call me Maman too.” The whole table just stopped and everyone went quiet. You looked up from your cup and deadly stared at the woman sitting on the other side of the table, switching your sight at Charles studying his surprised face, trying to read anything from it. You narrowed your eyes slightly and your fingers squeezed the porcelain harder than before. He kept your gaze and you could see it in his eyes he was trying to initiate something. That woman really has some thick skin on her face.

“No, thanks.” Sophie chirped back and tossed the berries down from her plate. You could not help but let out a loud snort nearly spilling the coffee on the table. Covering the widening smile on your lips with the back of your right hand.

“Savage.” Carlos mumbled diving back down on his plate trying to hide his smile spreading on his face. You looked back at Charles watching him lifting up the napkin, hiding his smile under it as well.

“I’m gonna get another cup of coffee.” Amanda pushed the chair back with such a force and stomped away from the table.

“At least she was polite about it and said thanks.” You added and placed the cup on the table, everyone around the table started to laugh and tried to cover it with coughing while Sophie was giggling loudly and clapping with her small hands, the smile on her face was so wide and proud, she knew that she was the cause of the laugh and she loved it. You looked at the man sitting on the other side of Sophie, Charles was now silently laughing as his shoulders moved up and down giving it totally away.

@YNscameraroll New year, new challenges, new lifestly and new season is ON.

-- Monte Carlo --

“I’ve asked mum to come for babysitting tomorrow.” He walked in the kitchen leaning on the kitchen island as you were preparing some snacks for Sophie. You were back in the flat in Monaco before the next upcoming race.

“What for?” You looked at him confused.

“For the event. You forgot about it? I wrote it on the message board.” He pointed behind him on the fridge where you kept that board you usually wrote everything. The colorful board had different type of events and messages and even grocery list on it. It was perfectly color coded Pink was for Sophie, orange was for you and obviously red was for Charles.

“Oh shit. I totally forgot. “You put your palm on your forehead as you remembered.” I can’t go tomorrow.”

“What? Why? It does not say anything for you tomorrow.” He looked at the board checking the days on it

“I forgot to write there. But I can’t really go. “You scratched the back of your neck.”I have a date.”

“A date?” He looked back at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “With who?”

“Can’t you just take Amanda? She would enjoy it a lot.” You turned back to the island and continued to cut up some fruits on the plate.

“Don’t change the topic. With who Y/N?”

“Okay alright. With Pierre.”

“The fuck?”

“Language! “You turned around looking at him. “ We have a three year old in this house with ears that the FBI could use as a listening device, she is that good and you know it.” You scolded him and hit his upper arm. You both needed to be extra careful what you have said because that girl had radars instead of her ears. She has already learned some swear words that somehow slipped out of yours or his mouth from time to time.

“How did you get together?” He was rubbing his arm with a painful look on his face.

“It’s nothing really. He asked me out at that gala last week when you were all over the place with Miss blondie.”

“I see. Okay cool, hope you will have fun.”

“I hope too, thanks.” You smiled at him and washed your hands in the sink. “So? Are you gonna ask her tomorrow?”

“Nah, just gonna stay at home with Sophie, and we are gonna have the best night of our life.”

“Okay cool.”

“Yes, very cool” he picked up the plate from the kitchen island and walked out of the kitchen leaving you confused.

“Okay, you know the drill. Even if it’s Friday she can’t stay up till 10, because tomorrow she will be cranky. And for sleeping she will need that bunny she got from your mom, and..” you rambled as you walked out of the bathroom trying to put one earring in your ear.

“Y/N! Stop! ” He grabbed your upper arm and stopped you. “ We are gonna be fine! You look beautiful by the way.” He looked up and down on you. You were wearing a black pencil skirt with a white button down you just tugged casually in the front of the skirt. It was a casual but elegant style. You smiled at him meekly and tucked a string of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you!” Your phone rang on the dining table.” He is here. I’ll be back in a few hours. Have fun.” You leaned down and kissed the top of the little girl's head and turned to Charles and squeezed his hand. “If you need…”

“I’ll call you or my mom. I know. Now go! He is waiting” his smile was not reaching his ears as usual, he let go of your hand and opened the door for you.

You opened the blue sports car's door and slid in.

“Hey” you greeted and turned to kiss both sides of his cheek.

“Hi, you look stunning.” He smiled and turned the car on and started to drive the way to the restaurant. The whole dinner went well. You were chatting freely above your dishes, jumping in topics, never a quiet moment at your table.

“So have you ever went on a date with him?” He asked once he finished his cup of water by the end of the dinner.

“With who?”

“Charles.”

“Oh, yes once. It was a blind date set up by the parents of Sophie. Can’t say it ended well though.” You pulled the side of your mouth and put your fork down.

“No way!” His mouth gaped as you looked at him confused waiting for him to continue “ you were that girl who left him at the table. That’s hilarious.”

“So he did tell you about it.. just left my name out of it.” You rolled your eyes.”Was not hard because he did not even remember me.”

“He did, but he told me that he was the biggest dick in his life and he was so mad at himself for leaving out the opportunity to have a normal date with a beautiful girl like her.” He picked your hand off the table by your pinky. “And he is right, it was his biggest mistake. Because you are really incredible.” He played with your fingers on the table. “But I also know that I can’t shoot my shot. And before you start to oppose, I just have to look at you and see the way you look at him. That’s how every men wants that one girl in their life to look at him like that. And you might be blind as well. No I’m not right. Both of you guys are blind.” He laughed and lifted your hand up to his mouth to lay a kiss on the back of your hand. “I would like to thank you for the date. I really enjoyed the time with you. And if ever you want to go and have dinner with me, not as a date, I’m always up for it, okay?”

“We can have a non-date dinner or lunch.” You winked at him smiling widely. “Thank you Pierre.” You stood up from the table and walked to his side and hugged him.

“Your welcome Chérie.” He hugged you back. “Come on, let's go home.” He kissed the top of your head and led you out of the restaurant.

“Hello, I’m back.” You whispered as you opened the door, peaking your head in the living room seeing that the TV was still on.

“Hey” Charles sat up and muted the tv.” Sophie is sleeping already. So how was the date? You came back pretty early.” He followed you to the kitchen as you took down two glasses from the cupboard and picked a red wine out of the fridge

“Was good.” You slid one of the glasses to his way before taking a sip of yours.” But not a date.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We just realized it can't be a date.”

“So you two are not?” You shook your head nibbling on the side of the glass, contemplating if you should ask it or not. But the amount of alcohol you have had during the dinner made you feel courageous and curious.

“You and Amanda?”

“No, I broke it off after the morning of the gala.” He shook his head and took a sip of his glass too. You let out the breath you were holding in before placing the glass on the table.

“She was a bitch.” you commented and he got surprised by your bold comment and smiled at you widely. “ You know I’m honest” You shrugged and giggled.

“Yes she was.” Took a swig from his glass.

“Sophie really told her off.” You giggled and he started to laugh as well.

“She learned from the best.” He added between laughs. You were looking at each other through your glasses, before you placed yours down on the counter and walked closer to him. Your eyes never left him. “What are you doing?”

“Hoping I’m not making a bad choice.” You whispered as you grabbed on both of the sides of his face and pulled him closer to you, smashing your lips on his. You felt he was surprised by you and instantly you felt panic. You were about to break the kiss off when his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to his body as he kissed you back. You moaned into the kiss as one of his hands slid up on your body all the way to the back of your neck. His lips were soft and you could taste the red wine he just drank.

You linked your arms behind his head and played with the hair in the back of his neck. You stepped back all the way till you hit the kitchen counter, with one easy move he lifted you up and placed you on the kitchen island and started to kiss down your face all the way to your neck. You lifted his shirt up and threw it somewhere on the kitchen floor. You were panting and you tilted your head to the other way making more room for him.

“You are incredible.” He mumbled in your neck, his hands were grabbing on your thighs as you spread them apart leaving him more space to pull your body in his. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this.”Hands started to leave your thighs and pulled the tucked shirt out of your trousers and started to open up the buttons. His lips were about to kiss the top of your breasts when you jumped apart as Sophie called out from the other side of the living room, she walked out rubbing her eyes tiredly. You grabbed the shirt and tried to hold it together covering yourself up, as Charles stepped away from you and walked up to the little girl.

“Yes baby? Is everything okay?”

“Bad dream.” She grabbed his hand and pulled her back all the way to her room. He looked back at you still sitting on the counter before disappearing at the corner. You jumped down from the counter and drank the leftover wine from the glass while you redo some buttons on your shirt. You released a big sigh and tried to steady your breath. You ran your hands through your hair and rubbed down your face, your skin on your face was hot. Stepping out of your heels and walking down on the hallway as you passed the room of Sophie’s you peaked in. The little girl was sleeping on the top of Charles on her small bed and under her there was the loudly snoring Charles. You smiled at the sweet picture in front of you and walked in the room and grabbed the blanket before covering them with it and quietly left the room.

@YNscameraroll You knew that phrase that if something is quiet with kids, you better check it out. And you found them sleeping in her little bed.

Two arms wrapped around your waist from the back which made you jump as you were filing up your mug with coffee. He pulled your body closer to his as he put his chin on your shoulder, his hot breath fanning your face.

“ Good morning beautiful” His voice was raspy that just made goosebumps running all over your body.

“ How was the sleeping in the small bed?” You both giggled and you filled the other cup with coffee too, sliding it to the side for him.

“ I’m so sorry.” He kissed your neck which made your breath caught up in your throat. “I will make it up for you, okay?” He whispered in your right ear as his left hand’s index finger was drawing shapes on your hips where your top rolled up. You leaned back into his chest more, the thought of his fingers on your skin, caressing you and his lips so close to your ear just made your knees shaking. “Just it has to wait because someone is lurking on us. “ He turned you around and kissed the tip of your nose before letting go of you and walked to the kitchen table with the mug in his hand. “ But I’m gonna take you out on a proper date tonight. And we will see where it takes us.”

“This is where we had our blind date.” You turned to him on the passenger seat as he parked the car in front of the restaurant.

“Thought we should redo our first date.” He smiled at you and got out of the car before jogging to your side and opened it for you, extending a hand to help you out. He laid his hand on the small of your back as you walked to the restaurant where the waiter guided you to the back of a small table, separated from the other guests.

“You are on the right track, you arrived on time.” You winked at him, making him chuckle as he was sitting opposite of you. “Hope you are not gonna leave me here either.”

“We will see.”

You opened the front door of your flat, and just took a step in before Charles grabbed your waist and turned you to face him, without hesitating he pulled you closer and kissed you. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him back. The two of you were backing up on the way to the livingroom, stumbling over a few toys left around on the floor, making the two of you giggle. He easily grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up and pushed your back to the wall. His fingers were digging into your skin making you moan into his mouth. His lips left your and started to kiss down all the way on your neck.

“Yours or mine?” He mumbled into your skin and let you down on your feet, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into your room. Planting both your palm on his chest you pushed him more into your room all the way to your bed where you pushed a little more on him, making him falling on the furniture.

“What’s that?” He asked and sat up before pulling out a plastic block under the blanket. You looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Life with a kid, huh?” He threw the block on the other side of the room and grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on him. “Finally we can finish something that got disturbed the other day.” His hand went behind your head and pulled you down on him for a kiss. Hands were running up and down on each other’s body, pulling on the clothes that you were wearing impatiently. You broke the kiss and sat back on his lap, grabbing on the hem of your dress that had rolled up till your waist and pulled it over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. Leaving you just in your black lace underwear. “Putain” He mumbled, staring at your body, before his eyes met yours again. You started to unbutton his shirt and opened it up so his beautiful upper body were on display now. He was waiting for you for an other kiss but just before your lips would touch you slides down and started to kiss your way down on his chest down to his stomach, you could feel under your fingers and your lips that his breathing got heavier with every kiss, and the pull of his muscles. You reached his waist and before opening the button of his black jeans you looked up at him. The way he was watching you just made you feel more hotter than ever, his hungry eyes were watching you, waiting for your next move. You opened his jeans with an easy move and pulled it down. Just as you hooked your fingers in his boxers he grabbed your hands and pull you up, before turning the two of you, making him on the top. You opened your legs more, to leave him more space to get between them.

“As much as I want to look at you all day in this set, I need to check out what you have under it.” He kissed you with such a force that let you breathless as his fingers got under the strap of your bra pulling it down, freeing your breasts, latching his mouth on the soft skin. You stretched your back with a moan as he sucked on the skin and the nipples. You raised your hips to have some friction with calming down the burning sensation in your core. He growled on your breasts as he lowered his hips down, pushing it on yours, feeling his bulge through your soaked panties.

“Charles, please” You whispered and let your hands ran through his hair, gripping on his soft hair and pulled him up for a kiss. “I need you.” You moaned into his mouth.

“I can feel it chérie.” He chuckled and laid his palm on your hot core that soaked through the lacy material. He pulled down his boxers as his other hand was still rubbing on your crotch, making you squirm under him. He sat back and grabbed the sides of your panties and pulled down with an easy move, leaving your completely naked in front of him for the first time. For a minute he was just looking down at you, mesmerized by the beauty of you, lust were radiating off your body. You were the most beautiful and sexiest thing he has seen before, and he just couldn't get enough of the sight. “Tu es si incroyablement belle (You are so amazingly beautiful). I’m a lucky bastard’ He smiled as he leaned closer, pecking your lips.

“I want to feel you, please.” You mumbled on his lips, moving your hips feeling his tip between your folds. He was hesitating. “I'm on the pill.” Without another second you could feel the familiar stretch inside of you as he pushed himself in. Both of you moaned because of the feeling, you grabbed on his upper arm, digging your nails into his skin, as he pushed himself further and further in you. "Putain, you are so thight." he growled and breathed heavily as he stopped for a few times before sliding in more. You slided your hand between the two of you to the way of your clit to start a circle on your clit to help with the pain and turn it into more pleasure. He started to move slowly as he was kissing and sucking on your neck. "Please, faster." That was the only thing that could come out of your mouth. Your minds were in full ecstasy, your nails scraping through his back. The only thing was on your mind on repeat was his name. He picked up the pace and now he was slamming into you in a deep and fast rhythm. “God.. you are so good” You could feel your orgasm coming in a second but with him at that pace you could feel he was getting closer also. All it took were a few moves and you were screaming in pleasure while you came over his dick. And it did not take longer for him to follow you,feeling him twitching inside of you and with a loud grunt he closed his eyes and let his head fall in the crook of your neck. He rolled off you, pulling you close to his body, still inside of you, leaving you still in full bliss. Your panting was filling up the quiet room before you cleared your throat and spoke.“ You really made up for the first date.” You looked up at him, he was looking down on you with sparkling eyes as he was chuckling.

“ I will try my best to make up for all the mistakes that I have made, letting you walk away.” He kissed the tip of your nose and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You got up from bed, and headed to the bathroom, just before stepping in the room you turned back.

“Wanna take a shower?” He was laying on your bed, his arms were tucked behind his head. He was the most handsomest thing you have seen in your life till now, his eyes were loving full with admiration, that could make you blush anytime. “Maybe I can make something up for you too. We still have time before Sophie is back.” You wiggled your shoulders teasingly “ And I may have the biggest shower in the whole house, two people can easily fit.” His eyes grew wide, and threw the blanket on the side and jumped out of the bed, crossing the room and picked you up by the waist making you screech and burst out laughing as he went into the bathroom.

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Everything has been perfect. You’ve never imagined that after that night where everything took a 180 degree turn can turn into something this good. You traveled through Europe with Charles and his team, cheering for him at races with Sophie. Those weekends you spent together the three of you as a little family. When you were back in Monaco for a few days together you were all over each other. It was like a dream, you found someone who supported you in everything, someone who you felt the happiest and the most secure.

“Have you planned your life how you want it to look like, when you were younger?” He asked, breaking the silence as you were sitting on his yacht, watching his family and friends chatting and laughing as music was quietly playing in the background. You were enjoying the little break between race weekends, and what could have been better than spending the time on the yacht if the weather is finally warm. You were sitting on the big sofa in the back of the board with some of his friends. He was looking at the pair sitting on the other side of the deck, the young lady was sitting back on the furniture, locking her hands on top of her belly, she was trying to find a position where she was feeling comfortable with her pregnant belly as she was watching his fiancé playing with Sophie.

“I think most of the people on this planet have an idea about their future.” You turned to him, swirling the wine in your glass.

You knew well that once you will reach this topic. You knew really well that Charles was a true family man. He always said it. He always had one of his family member around him, never a day when he did not speak one of his siblings or his mum. He said it multiple times that he loves kids, and you could see it with Sophie too, he was a born-to-be father. He had told in interviews before too that he want to have at least three kids, he wants a big family. Till this point you always tried to avoid this topic, because you knew it well that he won’t like your answer. And it’s a delicate topic for you two. Either way you knew it that one day you have to talk about it, and you were so scared that it will change the whole dynamic of your relationship. You were frightened how he will take it, or what his decision will be. You knew that you can’t force him, if he wants to go you need to let him go, he can’t “waste” his time with someone who can’t give that one thing that he really wants.

“ And you Charles, have you thought that at the age of twenty five you will have a three years old?” His little brother jumped over the back of the carpet and sat down now next to you.

“ Three years ago I was a dumb ass twenty two years old, who was jumping from girl to girl. '' He looked at you, you just smiled and shook your head. You knew he was talking about that date you have had three years ago. “ Who knows, maybe if things were different now I would be a married man and have a beautiful little girl with the same green eyes as Y/N.” He winked at you and the smile froze on your face as you were staging back at him. Tearing your gaze at him and looked down at your glass in your hand, you were unable to look into his eyes.

“What about you Y/N” Arthur leaned closer to you, nudging your right shoulder a little with his left shoulder. “ Have you thought about when you want to marry and have kids?”

“ About marriage yes, kids no.”

“ You don’t want kids?” Arthur asked back

“ Can we talk about this later?” You looked at him as more of his friends were closer to you than before. You really did not want to have this conversation with him, when others were around you, just because you don’t know how he will react if he will hear it. “ I think I’ll fill up my glass again, if you excuse me.” You got up and walked down the small stairs all the way to the kitchen, grabbing the neck of the wine bottle and tried to pull the cork out of it. It was stuck.

“ Let me help you. “ An arm stretched over our arm taking the bottle out of your hand, and pull out the cork easily. “Why did you run away that quickly? Sorry if Arthur was asking it that way, sometimes his English needs a little morphing on it. He did not want to come out as rude.” Charles took the glass out of your hand too and filled it with wine.

“ It was not Arthur. He did nothing wrong, he was just asking questions, being curious. He is a lovely kid, really. It was about the topic.”

“ About marriage? Please, I did not pop this topic up because I want to rush something with you. I’m sorry if it came out like this..” He was rambling and scratching the back of his neck. You smiled and grabbed both of his hands which made him stop and look at you. You were standing quietly for a few seconds looking at each others eyes, his eyes were wondering around you face, studying your feature. Hoping he may find it what can be the problem.

“ Charles, I thought we could talk about this later, maybe more private but I think it's better if we just get over it now. Because I think this is going to be a dealbreaker for you, and it’s been consuming me for months now. I just did not want to talk about this over Facetime while you are on the other side of the planet.”

“ You know that you can tell me everything. And you have been honest with always, so please go on.”

“ I was not intimidated by the topic of our conversation, however one topic is sensitive for me. Marriage is always a thing that most girls dream of even in their childhood. I was dreaming about it, and still I hope that one day I will say that “ I do” at the altar with someone who is the love of my life. Although starting a family is something that I don’t dream about. “You stepped away and hopped on the kitchen counter. ”When I was sixteen I wanted to have kids, even if I can only have one, but now at the age of twenty eight, no I don’t. And I have,sorry let me correct myself. We have Sophie too. And it’s magical, I love her with all of my heart, but I’m not able to have kids. And it’s nothing connected to my career, because I have got this one before, because I’m way too career driven or whatever bullshit that I have got from other people before. That’s not true, it’s just that I’m infertile.” You took a sip from your glass before continuing. “ I was sixteen when I had an operation, which led to the point that I can’t have kids.” You finished with your monologue and waited a few seconds before dared to look up from your glass at him. He was still standing there, looking at you with no expression on his face. Just staring at you. You swallowed thickly,you felt anxious spread though your body, your worst nightmare was about to erupt. “ It’s shocking, I know. And not something that you just expected, or wanted to ever hear. Also I could not keep it as a secret anymore. Although I want you to know that you are free, I’m not tying you down, not gonna force you.You decide on your own, and I won’t be mad. All I’m asking to be honest with me, if you are feeling that this is something you don’t want just tell me. I can’t let it happen again, I can’t just wake up one day and get to know that I’m cheated on, because I can’t give you what most of the women can. If you want to break things off with me, tell me. We can take care of Sophie, and act civil at the same time. “ You whipped the tears away that were falling freely on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry Charles.” You whispered. He was still standing still at the entrance of the kitchen, not saying a word. Defeated, you jumped down from the counter, you knew he needed some time to process everything. You went around the counter. “If you need time, I get it. I won’t rush you. If you want to stay alone, I can go back to your mother's house as long as you need it.

“Y/N!” He cleared his throat and called after you on your way on the stairs. “ I won’t walk away, I won’t fuck up this time. I promised it. I just need some time”

“You won’t fuck up everything, I’ll wait for you. You smiled at him painfully and turned and walked back to the group, while picking up the bag. “ Hey Pascale. Can I sleep at your place with Sophie?” You touched her shoulder, making her focus on you as you asked. Worry ran through her face, before she smiled at you nodding.

“Do you think that it’s a good idea?” You asked Pierre as you made your way down the hallway of their motorhome. “We haven’t really talked in like three days now.” You were anxious about this idea, but Pierre was determined.

“Please, he has been a mess. Not because of what you have talked about, but that he does not have you in his life.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as Sophie was sitting on his other arm. “And he was the one who got the tickets. So he wanted you here. Go, get changed, I have everything in my room and I’ll see you girls outside.” He kissed the top of your head just before handing over the toddler.

“Oh Soph, remember when we talked about boys? “ You looked at the beautiful little girl sitting on the small couch in the Alpine driver’s room after you both changed your clothes.

She was beaming and clapping her hands on the sofa wearing the small ferrari coat which had the number 16 on the back and the paddock princess sign on the front. You picked up the girl from the couch and turned to the mirror checking out your matching outfit. You walked out of the room to the garage, fixing the headphones on Sophie when she pointed her little finger to one of the big screens of the garage.

“Daddy!” She screamed making you whip your head to the way where she was pointing seeing that they had Charles’s interview on the screen.

“Baby, yes that’s daddy.” You kissed the top of her head. This was the first time he called him dad, you wished that he could hear it too, because he would be on cloud nine by now. You watched the race from Pierre’s garage, and moved with the crowd out to the park fermé once it was over. You watched as the two Ferrari drivers were jumping around with their teams hugging each other, celebrating that both of their drivers finished on the podium. Pierre walked to his friend and pat him on the shoulder before pulled him closer to his body for a hug.

“They are here waiting for you.” He winked and pointed at him as he walked backwards to his team. Charles tore the helmet off his head with his balaclava and scanned through the crowd.

“Daddy!” He whipped his head to the right seeing one of the most important thing in his life running all the way to him with a huge smile on her little face. He crouched down and opened his arms letting the little girl jump in his embrace. He held the back of her head as he hid his face in her neck.

“Hi baby.” He whispered into her neck. “Where is mommy?” He pulled her little body away from him, studying the face of the little girl. She turned in his arms pointing to their right. There you were, standing in the corner, hugging your own body, in the same red jacket looking at them as tears were rolling down on your beautiful cheeks. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the most beautiful thing in his life that meant the world to him. The person who he had the last thing in his mind before falling asleep and the first thing in his mind when he woke up everyday, the person who was raising a child with him, having a family. The person who he was head over heels in love with. He skipped the distance between the two of you and without another word he grabbed your face and pulled you close for a kiss, that knocked the wind out of your lungs.

“You are that person who I want to raise this little girl, watch her to be a teen and then an adult. You two are my family, and you are the love of my life. I have had to realise in the past three days that I already have everything I need in my life. A beautiful girl, who I can raise with the most incredible woman in the world who I’m head over heels in love with. My only question would be. Are you still in this with me?” He was studying your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumb. His eyes were shining under the fluorescent light, you have never seen his eyes more beautiful before.

“We agreed and signed it a year ago to raise this little angel together. It’s just a bonus if I can show you how much I can love you too.” You smiled at him. “I love you so much.” You whispered on his lips just as he pulled you closer for another deep kiss, without caring about the world around you. All it mattered was the three of you, your little family.

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