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private cooking lessons? - CL16

→ charles leclerc can’t act normal around celebrity chef y/n as he developed a crush on her and carlos decided to encourage his teammate.

charles wished that he had put a little more effort into getting ready this morning. he knew that he and carlos were going to film a C2 content with a celebrity chef that everyone is gushing about, while charles doesn’t know anything about her. but now that the celebrity chef is here, charles understands why everyone is gushing about her. charles’ eyes followed her everywhere; he couldn’t help but stare at her. charles could swear that he has never seen someone so beautiful. charles didn’t even notice that carlos was standing next to him, watching him stare at y/n the whole time.

one of the crew members approached charles and carlos, along with y/n. charles was immediately nervous; he could feel his body tensing.

"charles, carlos, this is y/n."

"nice to meet you; excited to work with you guys." y/n smiled and shook their hands one by one.

"likewise yes." carlos returned the smile.

charles couldn’t seem to get a word out of his mouth—he even avoided making eye contact with you. the crew briefed the three about the segment; y/n will be guiding the two drivers through the segment and be the judge at the end.

as they started filming, it went smoothly for carlos. as for charles...he found himself struggling a lot, even with the recipe printed out.

"oh charles, let me help." y/n came and took over. they accidentally bumped into each other, charles froze a little before moving aside.

focusing on the wrong thing, charles watches y/n do the work, not listening to the guidance she's giving him. carlos amused by the scene, walks towards charles.

"mate. you have it down bad." carlos laughed. charles didn't reply, still focusing on y/n.

"so that's how you do it; you almost burned the sauce," y/n said.

"he's a bad cook, as you can see; maybe you should give him private cooking lessons." carlos smirked, looking at charles who has turned red because of him.

"sure, i'll put it on my schedule if you'd like, charles." y/n chuckled.

satisfied with his action, carlos went back to his table to finish up his cooking, and so is charles, who's also trying to do his best. then it's time for you to judge their cooking. y n tasted their cookings one-by-one.

"i've got to give this one to carlos." y/n announced as she takes another bite from carlos' plate.

carlos celebrates his victory and closes the video. the three sat down and chatted.

"talk to her, ask her out, before you regret not doing it." carlos whispered before leaving charles and y/n alone.

"uh...about the private cooking lessons...i'd like it." charles clears his throat.

"how about this...you take me out on a date tonight, and i'll give you private cooking lessons in exchange." y/n smiled playfully, making charles raise an eyebrow.

"deal." charles smiled back.

the two continued to chat, charles made sure to thank his teammate after this. carlos' encouragement has scored him a date with his crush.

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april fool’s day - CL16

→ charles leclerc confessing his love for his best friend, y/n just to fuck it up by telling her it’s just an april fool’s prank.

y/n questions her life choices everytime someone compliments her cooking. she should’ve gone to a culinary school and open a restaurant. everyone constantly asked her to cook for them just like her best friend, charles who begged her to cook for him tonight.

“mamma mia. you don’t know how much i missed your cookings y/n. maybe i should hire you as my personal chef.” charles looks at the food that y/n brought him to the table.

“yeah sure, sure. eat up cha.” y/n sat in front of charles and ready to eat too.

the two started eating their meal and have a conversation, catching up an charles making terrible jokes in between, y/n didn’t forget to roast charles’ terrible jokes of course.

“can’t believe it’s april already.” charles puts down his fork and knife.

“i know right.” y/n agreed as she grabs her and charles’ empty plates.

“let me do the dishes, you already cooked.” charles snatched the plates from y/n.

“alright. if you insisted.” y/n chuckled playfully and follows charles to the kitchen.

charles brought the plates to sink and y/n stood behind him, leaning on the kitchen island.

“i wish you were at the race last week.” charles stated.

“i wish i was there too cha but-” y/n was about to reply but charles interrupted her.

“no. hear me out. i’m so used to having you around me all the time and when you’re not around it doesn’t feel right. it’s more enjoyable when you’re there, y/n. you make me feel at ease, you make me feel—i don’t know y/n. it’s just it doesn’t feel right.” charles still continuing washing the dishes.

“what are you saying charles?” y/n looks at her best friend, puzzled.

“what i’m trying to say is…i like you—no i love you y/n…more than friends.” charles said, nervously.

y/n swore that her heart dropped to her knees, her eyes widened out of shock. she frozed upon hearing charles’ sudden confession. she couldn’t seem to speak up nor move. charles puts down the clean plates and turned around to look at y/n to see her reaction.

“…got you! happy april fool’s day.” charles laughed.

“haha…that’s funny…” y/n faked her laugh.

“…yeah…let’s watch the movie we talked about earlier shall we?” charles clears his throat.

“i might have to skip out on that one, i don’t feel well suddenly. maybe next time?” y/n pretends to be dizzy.

“what? are you okay?” charles walked closer to her, looking worried.

“just feeling a little light-headed, i haven’t got a good night sleep for the past few days.” y/n stepped back and left the kitchen.

“you can rest in my room like you always do.” charles followed y/n to the living room.

“no, i want my bed for tonight. thanks for the offer though.” y/n grabbed her purse and keys.

“hey, slow down. do you want me to drive you home?” charles walked faster as y/n is basically speed-walking.

“no. you don’t have to charles and i want to be alone tonight. you go get some rest too, you must be tired.” y/n smiled weakly before leaving charles at the door.

y/n went straight home. she felt like crying tonight—charles’ april fool’s prank really got to her. she thought he felt the same way. y/n always liked—love him more than friends since she doesn’t even remember when.

arthur came home to see his brother sitting alone in the living room, he already sensed that something’s wrong.

“where’s y/n? i thought you guys are going to watch a movie while making out or something after you finally confessed.” arthur chuckled, sitting next to his brother.

“she went home. suddenly not feeling well.” charles replied, his eyes glued to the tv screen.

“…you fucked it up didn’t you…” arthur looks at his brother.

“i don’t know…i confessed and she froze so i just tell her that it’s an april fool’s prank.” charles looks back at arthur.

“oh my god! you’re so dumb sometimes!” arthur said with frustration.

“what?!”

“of course she’s frozen! how’d you feel when your crush confessed that she’s feeling the same way? you must be shocked, surprised, and happy at the same time that you don’t know what to do!” arthur explained.

“y/n feels the same way…?”

“she does! i don’t know why the two of you can’t see that you guys are in love with each other when it’s obvious to everyone!”

“you’re pranking me.” charles shook his head, not believing his brother.

“i’m not! why’d you think she went home earlier? and no it’s not because she’s not feeling well. that’s a lie. it’s because she’s hurt! you saying it’s a prank is like pushing her off a cliff. it hurted her.” arthur is basically screaming at his older brother now.

“i really fucked up didn’t i?”

“yes you did but you can still fix it. go to her place now.” arthur points at the door.

without hesitation, charles took his car keys and drove straight to y/n’s place. charles stood in front of y/n’s door, taking a breath before pressing the doorbell.

y/n who’s currently staring at the ceiling and already in bed, she cursed at whoever it is in front of her door right now. she doesn’t care with how she looks like right now, her eyes must be puffy because of crying but she didn’t care.

“if it’s another prank, i’m going to slam the door at you.” she opened the door to see the man that she cried over for the past hours.

“no, no. it’s not i promise. i’m sorry y/n. i didn’t mean it. it wasn’t a prank. i panicked when i see your reaction, i was being honest, i love you—more than friends. i really do.” charles looks at y/n softly.

“you do?”

“i do. i really do love you.”

“i have the urge to get you back but i also badly want to kiss you right now.” y/n smirked.

“then kiss me.” charles said.

y/n stepped closer to charles, leaning for a kiss. charles kissed her back and pushed her inside. he kicked the door close, still kissing her. y/n brought him to her room and the two spend the night in her bed together.

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april fool’s day - CL16

→ charles leclerc confessing his love for his best friend, y/n just to fuck it up by telling her it’s just an april fool’s prank.

y/n questions her life choices every time someone compliments her cooking. she should’ve gone to a culinary school and opened a restaurant. everyone constantly asked her to cook for them, just like her best friend, charles who begged her to cook for him tonight.

"mamma mia. you don’t know how much i missed your cooking. perhaps i should hire you as my personal chef." charles looks at the food that y/n brought him to the table.

"yeah sure, sure. eat up cha." y/n sat in front of charles and was ready to eat too.

the two started eating their meal and having a conversation, catching up and charles making terrible jokes in between. of course, you didn’t forget to roast charles’ terrible jokes.

"can’t believe it’s april already." charles puts down his fork and knife.

"i know right." y/n agreed as she grabbed her and charles’ empty plates.

"let me do the dishes; you already cooked." charles snatched the plates from y/n.

"alright. if you insisted." y/n chuckled playfully and followed charles to the kitchen.

charles brought the plates to the sink, and y/n stood behind him, leaning on the kitchen island.

"i wish you were at the race last week," charles stated.

"i wish i could be there too, cha, but" y/n was about to reply, but charles interrupted her.

"no. hear me out. i’m so used to having you around me all the time, and when you’re not around, it doesn’t feel right. it’s more enjoyable when you’re there, yes. you make me feel at ease; you make me feel—i don’t know y/n. it’s just that it doesn’t feel right." charles still continuing washing the dishes.

"what are you saying, charles?" y/n looks at her best friend, puzzled.

"what i’m trying to say is…i like you—no i love you y/n…more than friends." charles said, nervously.

y/n swore that her heart had dropped to her knees and her eyes had widened out of shock. she froze upon hearing charles’ sudden confession. she couldn’t seem to speak up or move. charles put down the clean plates and turned around to look at y/n to see her reaction.

"…got you! happy april fool’s day." charles laughed.

"haha…that’s funny…" y/n faked her laugh.

"…yeah…let’s watch the movie we talked about earlier, shall we?" charles clears his throat.

"i might have to skip out on that one; I don’t feel well suddenly. maybe next time?" y/n pretends to be dizzy.

"what? are you okay?" charles walked closer to her, looking worried.

"just feeling a little light-headed; i haven’t had a good night's sleep for the past few days." y/n stepped back and left the kitchen.

"you can rest in my room like you always do." charles followed her to the living room.

"no, i want my bed for tonight. thanks for the offer though." y/n grabbed her purse and keys.

"hey, slow down. do you want me to drive you home?" charles walked faster as y/n is basically speed-walking.

"no. you don’t have to, and i want to be alone tonight. you go get some rest too; you must be tired." y/n smiled weakly before leaving charles at the door.

y/n went straight home. she felt like crying tonight—charles’ april fool’s prank really got to her. she thought he felt the same way. y/n always liked him—loved him more than friends since she doesn’t even remember when.

arthur came home to see his brother sitting alone in the living room; he already sensed that something’s wrong.

"where’s y/n? I thought you guys were going to watch a movie while making out or something after you finally confessed." arthur chuckled, sitting next to his brother.

"she went home. suddenly not feeling well." charles replied, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"…you fucked it up, didn’t you?" arthur looks at his brother.

"i don’t know... i confessed and she froze, so i just told her that it was an april fool’s prank." charles looks back at arthur.

"oh my god! you’re so dumb sometimes!" arthur said with frustration.

"what?!"

"of course she’s froze! how’d you feel when your crush confessed that she felt the same way? you must be shocked, surprised, and happy at the same time that you don’t know what to do!" arthur explained.

"y/n feels the same way..."

"she does! i don’t know why the two of you can’t see that you guys are in love with each other when it’s obvious to everyone!"

"you’re pranking me." charles shook his head, not believing his brother.

"i’m not! why’d you think she went home earlier? and no, it’s not because she’s not feeling well. that’s a lie. it’s because she’s hurt! you saying it’s a prank is like pushing her off a cliff. it hurt her." arthur is basically screaming at his older brother now.

"i really fucked up, didn’t i?"

"yes you did, but you can still fix it. go to her place now." arthur points at the door.

without hesitation, charles took his car keys and drove straight to y/n’s place. charles stood in front of y/n’s door, taking a breath before pressing the doorbell.

y/n who’s currently staring at the ceiling and already in bed, she cursed at whoever was standing in front of her door right now. she doesn’t care about how she looks right now; her eyes must be puffy from crying, but she doesn’t care.

"if it’s another prank, i’m going to slam the door at you." she opened the door to see the man that she had cried over for the past hours.

"no, no. it’s not, i promise. i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean it. it wasn’t a prank. i panicked when i saw your reaction; i was being honest; i love you more than friends. i really do." charles looks at you softly.

"you do?"

"i do. i really do love you."

"i have the urge to get you back, but i also badly want to kiss you right now." y/n smirked.

"then kiss me," charles said.

y/n stepped closer to charles, leaning in for a kiss. charles kissed her back and pushed her inside. he kicked the door shut, still kissing her. she brought him to her room, and the two spent the night in her bed together.

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