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writtenfangirl · 1 year ago

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Call Me By My Name

Singapore was arguably the most exciting race of the season. Been thinking about writing fics for Carlos Sainz too but only if there's a demand for it so drop your prompts/suggestions if you guys feel like reading about our favorite Smooth Operator!

Y/N clicked the little red dot on the screen of her phone before nestling it amongst the clutter of the TV stand, aiming it towards her and her unsuspecting boyfriend, who was too busy preparing himself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen to notice his girlfriend’s mischievous grin or the furtive glances she was casting his way.

Not for the first time in her life, Y/N was grateful for the apartment’s open floor plan.

Charles’ apartment was located in one of the highest buildings in Monaco. Many of Charles’ driver friends lived in the same apartment complex but only he lived in the penthouse. The owner of the building was a big fan of his and had given Charles the penthouse of less than half the price.

The building was close to the sea and with Charles’ living in the highest floor, his apartment had one of her favorite views in the world. They spent hours of their lives here with the windows open, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, mingling with the salty sea breeze that flew through the room. Sunsets were even more gorgeous with the view of the apartment and Y/N always made sure to leave after dark so she could watch the sun sinking beneath the waves. Not that Charles really allowed her to go when it go too dark. Most of the time, he insisted she’d stay over for the night so he knew she was safe.

Another reason why she preferred to “leave” after dark.

The apartment’s wide and expansive space was airy, light easily filtering through the window’s gauzy curtains. The open floor plan meant Y/N was able to keep her phone hidden in a little space next to the TV without Charles noticing it, all the while affording her phone a view of the kitchen unobstructed.

She sent her phone a quick grin and a thumbs up before she settled on one of the couches in the living room that gave her a perfect of view of Charles. He was shirtless, his back turned to her as he reached for a bowl in the high shelf of his cupboard.

“Baby, do you want anything?” Charles called out as he continued preparing his food.

“Do you think you can make me of a cup of coffee, Charles?” She answered, a little too innocently when he went back to the empty bowl that he placed on the kitchen isle with a box of cereal in his hands.

Almost instantly he paused, the cereal box raised and half-poured, his eyes wide in alarm instantly snapping to her. “What did you say?”

“I said, can you make me a cup of coffee, Charles?” She repeated, fighting to keep her expression blank. How she managed to not burst out laughing at the sight of pure and abject horror at her boyfriend’s face was beyond her.

His alarmed expression intensified at his name as he put down the cereal box, his snack forgotten. “Did I do something to upset you, amore? Are you mad at me?”

She feigned ignorance. “No, Charles. I just want some coffee.”

“You did it again!” He exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at her as he rounded the kitchen aisle and came out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“Did what again?”

“You called me Charles!”

“That’s your name!” She exclaimed, unable to stop her laugh this time.

“What is today?” He demanded before fishing his phone out of his pocket and checking the date. “Today is not your birthday or our anniversary. What did I do?”

“Nothing!” She exclaimed.

“But you are calling me Charles, amore! That means you are mad!”

“Am I not allowed to call you Charles?” She teased.

“No.” He declared with a pout. “You can only call me Charles when you are mad at me. Any other day, you call me babe or amore or (a term of endearment in your native language).”

“Okay, Charles. Please make me a cup of coffee?”

His pout turned into a scowl before he raised a hand to his brow like a sailor searching for land. He turned left and right and in such a dramatic way, it could only be called sarcastic. “Who is this Charles, amore? Do I know him? Is he here?”

“You are Charles! Charles Marc Herve Percival Leclerc!”

“Ask Charles to make you your coffee.” He scoffed before he crossed his arms, his head cocked high up into the sky before he spun around and sauntered back to the kitchen.

Y/N couldn’t stop her laughter anymore. Not when her overdramatic boyfriend occasionally acted like a child when he was being teased by her. She shook her head, her lips pulled into a smile as she jumped on her feet and walked to the kitchen, embracing him from behind as he poured cereal into his once abandoned bowl. “I’m only kidding, babe. Can you please make me a cup of coffee?” And to seal the deal, Y/N stood on her tip toes and placed a kiss on his stubbly cheeks.

Almost immediately, Charles’s sulking face lightened into a grin as he turned around, took her face in his warm hands and placed a quick kiss on her lips. It was so fast, it was more appropriate to call it a peck but it had the same effect as his other kisses. Her toes curled, her smile turning wide and infectious.

“Okay, amore,” he said when he pulled away, his smile as incandescent as hers no doubt was. His verdant eyes were almost glittering, reminding of her of leaves against the summer sun, impossibly green yet tinged blue when held up to the sky. “I will make you your coffee, just the way you like it.”

“Thank you,” and then because she couldn’t help it, “Charles.”

His answering groan was enough to give Y/N a permanent smile for the rest of the day.

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corzydoie · 2 months ago

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Sketches of Goodbye

Author's Note: This is my first work, so all feedback is welcome. I have ideas for part 2, but let me know if you guys want one! Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Lando wakes up after a long day of racing, celebrating, and traveling hoping to see you in his apartment. Instead, he sees an email that prompts a conversation that neither of you wants to have.

Word Count: 2.1k

Content Warnings?: Literally only one curse word and one mention of a kiss. That's it

You were sat at your desk in Lando’s bedroom in Monaco, the television behind you playing the Singapore Grand Prix at a deafening volume. Still, despite your boyfriend’s amazing first place, you were too locked into the project you were currently working on to register the loud cheers and screams. The British national anthem began to play as Lando stood on the top step of the podium, but all you knew was that the music was messing with your focus, so you reached for the remote on the bed next to you and turned the TV off. Now you could finally finish the sketches you stayed up all night working on.

Lando opened the door to his Monegasque apartment, careful to not make too much noise. He knew that you stayed at his place as opposed to your own during race weekends you couldn’t attend. As it was the middle of the night in Monaco, Lando was surprised to see the light in his bedroom still on. Perhaps you stayed up late again to finish another project, or you had another late-night design session due to a spur-of-the-moment inspiration. He tried his best to tiptoe into his room and found you knocked out at the desk he had set up for you. He stood next to your sleeping body as he looked over the messy spread of sketches. You had been between collections and projects and he recognized one of them as a new line of Quadrant merch, which he never remembered asking you to do. That was one of the reasons Lando loved you, even without asking you were finding ways and doing things to help him out and further his brand. Even though he didn’t know the first thing about design, he could sense your passion and talent from the simple lines of graphite on paper. Lando decided against waking you up since he knew you must’ve been exhausted, if the large amount of paper, both new, old, and crumpled, littering his room was any sign. After changing into his pajamas, he turned off the desk lamp by your head and tucked himself in for the night.

When Lando woke up, he took a quick look at his phone to check the time. “1:15 PM” he read off the screen. He was so tired after the race he slept into the afternoon. He lifted his head to see if you were still asleep at the desk at the foot of his bed. As he expected, you were no longer there. Perhaps you were in the living room or the kitchen. He got up and groggily dragged his legs to find where you could be. Despite not seeing you in the other half of his apartment, he did spot your open laptop on the breakfast bar with what seemed to be a half-eaten lunch. He walked over to see if you were perhaps in the process of digitizing and colorizing your designs, only to find that wasn’t the case. He was instead met with an email addressed to you from what he could only assume to be a design company.

It read:

“Hello y/n,

Thank you for expressing interest in our brand and submitting your portfolio. Due to a large quantity of submissions and interviews, we apologize for any delay in response. After careful consideration, our team has decided that you would be a wonderful addition and would like to extend an offer of employment…” Lando heard your keys at the door and looked up to see you entering his apartment with a package tucked under your arm. Upon seeing your boyfriend in front of your open laptop, you immediately knew what he saw. You were both frozen in place as the situation started to sink in.

“Heeeyyy,” you exhaled, trying to relieve a bit of the tension.

“Hey,” Lando briefly replied. You slowly closed the door, afraid that the slightest sound would bring you to your senses.

“I just went downstairs to pick up a package. Apparently the delivery person just left it at reception.” You walked over to the couch with Lando’s eyes tracking your every movement.

“What’s in it? Is it more fabrics for a project?” You froze as soon as you sat down, knowing that acknowledging your work would ultimately result in a conversation about the email. Slowly looking towards your boyfriend, you realized he didn’t seem sad, or angry, he was rather calm. Perhaps he didn’t read the contents of your screen or at least all of it.

With eased nerves, you replied, “Yeah, just working on some pieces to add to my portfolio. Trying out some new techniques and mediums.” Lando was a bit confused as to why you still needed to add to your portfolio when you’ve already submitted one, and it was accepted.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you need to add to your portfolio when this company already emailed you that you got the job?” So he did read the email. You felt your stomach drop and to Lando, it almost looked as if you stopped breathing and time had stopped.

“Oh, it’s just to track all my pieces and progress. Like updating a résumé.” You opened the large box that went rather unnoticed for a while and began unpacking. Lando still stood in the same spot and you could almost sense the tension from where you sat in the living room. As you slightly shifted your gaze upwards from your box, you could see the unease on Lando’s face. He still had a few questions about the email and he couldn’t quite wrap his head around the situation.

“What is it? What’s bothering you?” you asked him. It was better to address things than leave them to linger, and noticing how this made your boyfriend on edge, you decided to rip the band-aid, with his consent of course.

“When were you gonna tell me?” There was a hint of sadness behind his British accent, You sighed as it was the first direct acknowledgment of what you were both trying to avoid.

“Well I just found out today-”

“Yeah but you applied a while ago,” Lando cut you off. It was true. It has been some time since you submitted your portfolio and did your interview. You almost forgot about the opportunity until they followed up a week ago, asking for an updated portfolio.

“I was gonna tell you soon I swear. It’s just been a while since I applied. I honestly kinda forgot about it. But I was just waiting to finish my internship in France, then I was gonna let you know.”

“Finish your internship? So this isn’t with the same company?” Well now you know he didn’t read the entire email. Hell, he didn’t even read past the third sentence.

“No, it’s not.”

“Well…” Lando paused. The apartment fell silent and the air grew thick. Knowing Lando didn’t read the entire email made it harder for you to reveal the entire truth to him. “At least it’s a step up. Even if it’s not with the same company, a promotion is still a promotion. Besides, it’s not like anything’s gonna change. We can still work with the system we have going.” Lando walked across the room and sat next to you on the couch. You dropped your head as you prepared yourself for the major bomb you were about to drop on this poor man’s life.

“It’s in Japan,” you muttered under your breath, barely audible,

“What?” Lando turned his head to look at you, hoping that would help him hear what you said.

“The brand that I applied for is based in Japan. I have to move to Tokyo.”

Silence. Deafening. Different from the TV that was playing last night. Both were bad. Both annoyed you so much that you just wanted it to end.

“Well, you don’t have to go. You haven’t said yes yet. You can still say no and apply to other company’s close by.” The Five Stages of Grief never made sense to you until you saw DENIAL written all over his face and laced in all his words.

“I’m not gonna say no Lando.”

“Why not? That means you’ll be even farther away. You don’t even speak Japanese. You know they eat a lot of fish over there-” “You’re the one that doesn’t like fish, not me.” “Would you even have time to come to my races? I won’t see you when I come back.” Lando was too caught up in his denial-stricken rambling that he didn’t notice your interjection. This was a great opportunity for you and yet it seemed he was only concerned about the cons, and how it affected him.

“Japan is halfway across the world.” “Lando.” “We don’t even know anybody over there.” “Lando.” “Why did you even apply in the first place?” “LANDO.” You had to shout to get his attention. No matter how many times you repeated his name it didn’t seem to work. But with the sudden rise in volume, he finally snapped out of his monologue and looked you in the eyes.

“This is a great opportunity for me. I understand it’s hard for you to accept right now, but I’m going to say yes and I’m moving to Japan.” You grabbed both of his hands gently in your own and looked at him tenderly to soften his feelings and knock him out of the anger he must be feeling. Lando looked you in your eyes and noticed the change in your expression. All he could think of at that moment were all the memories you guys had with each other. When you first met, hanging out in your studio, touring the McLaren Technology Center, pranking Carlos, Daniel, Oscar, and occasionally Zak. He loved always having you close by, even if close meant across the border in France. At least it wasn’t on a whole other continent.

“So, what? Does this mean the end of us?” You were a bit stunned by that comment and Lando watched as you slightly recoiled back in shock.

“I mean it doesn’t have to be! We’ve made long distance and long periods of not being with each other work before. It’s just,” Lando’s head sank as he let out a long exhale, “Japan is so far away, and you’ll be so busy. We’re both going far in our careers but it seems like we won’t have much time for each other.” You hooked a finger under Lando’s chin, slightly nudging it upwards so he’d look you in the eyes again.

“I understand Lando, and I worry about the same things too. Maybe, it’s for the best if we took a break. They want me out there in a month so I’ll come with you to COTA. I’m sorry things played out the way they did. I should’ve told you sooner.” You brought your face closer to Lando’s so that your foreheads touched. You closed your eyes, taking in the scent of his cologne and the lingering smell of sweat and alcohol from the night before. Lando did the same, breathing in the perfume and shampoo he grew to love over the past few years.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?” This time, it was Lando who was preparing himself for what he was about to say. He knew it was going to sound harsh, but it was a fact that he needed to get off his chest.

“We don’t need a break, we need to break up.” You snapped your eyes open and your head up. Lando mirrored your moves more slowly already knowing what look painted your features. As he opened his eyes, he saw the confusion and sadness that brushed over your face. You began to shake your head, now facing the denial yourself, quietly chanting “no, no, no,” as your eyes began to water and tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

“I know, I don’t want to either. But if our careers keep heading in the direction they’re going, we won’t ever have time to see each other, or talk, or even settle down to start a family. You’ll be drowned in work, designing awesome fashion collections in Japan. And I’ll have Verstappen, Hamilton, and Leclerc riding up my ass.” You both laughed at the last statement. You were grateful that Lando had a talent for diffusing the tension in a heavy atmosphere.

“If the universe intends it, it will happen. We will see each other again. I promise.” Lando pulled you in for a sweet long kiss. One that reminded him of all the times before. As you both pulled away, you looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

“For now, let’s enjoy the rest of our time together.” Perhaps there was a way for you guys to stay together and make it work out, perhaps this was the best decision. But you guys did enjoy the rest of your time together. And Lando did promise that you would see each other again.

Written By: CorzyDoie <3

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vsyrworld · 1 year ago

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charlos drama after controversial twitter reye's created.. here is my shots

charlos (charles leclerc/carlos sainz jr)

M for kissing

anggsstt, drama, singapore gp, the iconic marina bay pool, comitment talks, (carlos parents are trash here sorry)

-- "Zero" inspired by (born to die lana del rey lyrics)

two week before singapore gp

turns out, they didn't go to singapore earlier as they planned to do. carlos flew back to spain with his parents, leaving charles alone in hotel room with a complex feeling. internet has been speculating lately, about how... how charles' image as too nice, too friendly, too happy-- accusation spiraling around that it is just a facade.

charles still laying down on his bed , carlos' bed, that is long cold. he waits and scroll, scroll again through infinity thread.

'what the fuck is wrong with carlos' he thoughts.

or maybe they didnt like him as much as carlos do. maybe whatever this thing between him and carlos is wrong. maybe nico rosberg words true though, he speaks his jealousy.

is he? is charles jealous of carlos? the realization sinking deeper into charles heart and mind. he didn't-- but at same he is- but carlos never been in monza podium before so it's fair. and charles is truly , beamingly, happy to see his teammate on top of monza. he is not jealous, no charles is capable enough to separate on off the track.

but does carlos? is he really mad or just mad, or annoyed that charles pushed him hard? carlos said he didn't enjoyed the battle, he watched the cooldown video,

didn't like it but the race was good. carlos didn't like it.

he gulped his own saliva and feel the tears start forming at his eyes. charles bring his forearm to cover his face, curling at the side where carlos' slept, the bedsheet is no longer warm, carlos scents on thin air, he barely can smell it anymore.

'are you mad at me?' 10.30 AM

he typed to carlos and it seems his boyfriend already on the plane. charles sighed and goes into his slumber before any of tears streaming down into his sleep.

one week before singapore gp

carlos didn't reply his message. charles put down his phone and stares into his kitchen wall,

"what are you going to wear during the karting? should i use long sleeve or t'shirt is fine?" there is a similiar voice shouting at him from living room.

charles' finger twitch to send another message. it is so rare that carlos forget to reply his messages, as far as he knows charles name is always on the top in his chatroom.

when is your flight to singapore?

i haven't prepare my flight you know... just in case

well, let me know! i'm available after jules' karting race! (sent 07.00 AM)

and now it's already lunch time. arthur rumaging his clotes, go back and forth towards living room and kitchen, find something to fill the stomach before touching down the track

"Bro!"

"What?!" Charles jumped at his brother.

"You are out of space again. Come on! we had race to go!"

ah yes., karting for jules is held today and the reason why charles standing in the kitcen because...

he blinks at his brother as arthur raised his eyebrow,

"you won't cook pasta for us right? i choose to not eat a whole day rather than to eat yours" he said before storm away to his own room.

what was it again? oh right, he need to toss the pasta, well yep shit, it's dry now. carlos used to pour a cream milk and hot water to the pasta while adding some herbs, that is what make the pasta so chewy and tender. so he grabs a glass and pouring the amount of water then a milk, letting it simmer until he felt the texture is just right.

he hummed at his creation. savory and creamy. the spices kicked his mouth deliciously. maybe for carlos, it's too spicy. but it doesn't stop him cooking for charles, every night, every little chance they had, it always goes like: carlos with grill pan and the steak smokes all around him while charles sitting down the counter, ready to annoy him with sauce or eating the dish, making carlos snarked then they will bantering with each other. lucky for charles, sometimes carlos could fuck him over this counter, letting his come painted the walls or some of them might be decorating their food. carlos said it's delicious anyway, charles might think it gross but what's the different than getting swallowed a whole?

he chuckled at his own thought, and remember something

right, he missed carlos.

"your cooking skill is improving"his maman takes a bite out of nowhere

charles grins sheepishly, "i have the best teacher"

his mom, always like an angel, smile and nods, telling him a goodjob. charles haven't say anything about his relationship, but somehow, his mom gives him a secret smile and charles didn't know how to reply it.

singapore gp week

Feet don't fail me now

Take me to the finish line

Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take

But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

12 PM, in the pool. just two of us.

charles breath hitched as a new message from carlos comes like a bolt of lightning. it's wednesday evening and charles started to worry if they will never talk about this. but patient always has it's own rewards.

charles stunned to watch the marina bay building from his car.

"your room is in level 16, number 5"

marina bay is beautiful

"charles?" his trainer voice slightly become annoyed because charles lost in his own world.

"where's carlos?" he said while still looking up to the building.

andrea sighed, "just a couple room closer to you. come on get moving charles, we've been here for thousand time and yet you still starstrucked looking at the building like a newborn baby" he says grumply before taking charles luggage out of the car

charles hummed, but it's true. singapore become more beautiful each year. andrea doesn't understand how beautiful singapore is to charles. and he thinks about the secret they kept in this country, sounds like an exclusiveness, charles loves it. he wonders if carlos feels the same.

so it is time to meet him then.

marina bay pool, midnight

carlos already sitting on the pool only with his swimming trunk when charles came to the highest floor. carlos and citylight infront of him, glorious, carlos and race track, magnificent, carlos gives him a side glance to him, endearing.

he smiled at his own idea before standing up beside him and

--a massive splash from the pool like slamming down by a whale

"ppfttt cahlos!" charles, soaked like a cat, still wearing full pajamas clothes. it not fair, he groans while looking at carlos who laughed at him.

"baby" carlos try to reach charles waist but before he could grasp any hems of charles's strings, the monegasque jump over and drowning both of them.

carlos wraps his arms in his waist, meanwhile charles hands find a grips in carlos' shoulder. they gave up and swim up to the surface.

he didnt know if he should laugh or take a breath first but they did both at the same time and ended up coughing. so so stupid.

"don't" charles gasping for a breath but still anchoring himself to carlos' neck

his teammate laughed and bring him into a soft kiss.

"charles," finally. oh charles want to cry.

he cradles carlos face with both of his hands, fingers trails the sculpture of his lover face, so hurried as if this moment will be gone in a flash. he missed him so much its hurts.

"charle-" carlos tries to speaks between the messy kisses but charles having none of that

stupid carlos left him hanging just after they sleep together. he hates carlos who run away and comeback as nothing happen.

"charles"

"non" he keeps kissing kissing his lips until it felt raw, fresh from their exchange saliva and carlos moans against him.

"you." charles ending the kiss by caging carlos head with both of his hands. "left me!" green versus brown, and charles sure he looks menancing now because how carlos brown eyes looking at him earnestly soft, innocent, afraid to be hurt.

despite his annoyance, carlos replies it with a sad gaze and a whimper. he closed their gaps in the water by pushing charles into pool side and hugs him close.

just right them, the race track is shining and splendid. the glows from track lights illuminating through the sky

they stayed in each other embrance in a damn long time, charles thought, did carlos booking the place so only two of them allowed to be this intimate?

he brought his finger to cradles carlos' hairs, "you cut it short"

only replied by a hummed against charles' neck. carlos snuggled closer into charles' skin

"what?" he decide to ask

"how many..." carlos sound unsure, " what did you see on internet?"

so this is it. charles gulped down, hands never leaving the thick locks that somehow shorter than before.

"everything..." he brushed carlos's spine up and down, "everything and it so unecessary. but..."

"but?" carlos fingers sinking deeper into a flesh of his waist

"i hate the way you treat me. just left me. it's dumb carlos, you make me feel dumb"

a silence occurs for a minutes, "it's complicated" carlos said. he cranes his neck to meet charles gaze that not looking at him, but to the scenery behind them.

"how so" charles asked him without spare a glance, "how could you say that when you also put me in a complicated situation?"

he watched carlos's face become more confusing than before, is he really?

"what do you mean"

'oh mamamia" charles giving him a tsk and carlos clearly grunts at his answer.

"you really jealous of me having my first podium in monza? charles you are unbelieveble--" carlos fingers are no longer in his waist. he whines at the coldness of water splashing against his body

"not that point" charles cuts him, " if you didn't like it why don't you just say it? if you can't say to the media, why not be honest to me? why would you need to be like 'oh the race was good but i didn't like it' at the same time you also say 'i enjoy the race, battling with charles is good', when you actually felt it wasnt!" he throws his arms into his side, making the water splashing everywhere

he doesn't dare see carlos eyes, he might cry, or maybe he is already. because he felt a warm water stings into his eyes, or maybe it just a splash of caporite.

"why you didn't say anything to me. people accusing me that i'm the one who lies to the media meanwhile i'm actually really like it and having fun. i'm so happy for your podium because you fucking deserve it the whole weekend. and they still said things like that-- and and " he is rambling too much but carlos let him to continue,

"and your mom, the twit, it doesn't make anything better!" charles gasped, " and i need you that time. i need you to convince me, to tell me that us is okay, but you are gone, you... you left and i don't know am i did wrong. does your family dislike me that much? is whatever we are having this right now, is wrong?!"

"charles hey" carlos cupped his cheek and it's a wet mixture between pool water and tears

charles shutted his eyes, it's stings and hurts in many different way, he tends to overthink so much and carlos is the one who often calm his racing thoughts but he wasn't , not at particular two weeks before singapore.

🎶Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

"is me loving you, consider as a sin?"

carlos grips his face tighter, "charles!" his voice rough, disliking charles thought

it doesn't get better

"loving you when we are f1 driver is already hard!" he wriggles from carlos touch', but carlos held him firmly

charles brought his own hands to his eyes, palms against the eyelids desperatedly, and his voice becoming wavery as he speaks up,

"why you don't make it easier for me, to loving you as a person?"

"why carlos?" he lets carlos to see his vulnerabilty. when he opens his watery eyes, charles was shocked because carlos sheds more of tears, leaking down from both of his puppy brown eyes.

"don't say things like that"

charles was so stunned seeing his teammates cried so he completly blank as carlos brings his face closer for a deep kiss

he tasted a salty tears, the lashes are heavy with droplets. charles gasping for carlos's tounge and it sets firmly inside him. carlos brings his hand to brush against charles eyes,

"im sorry" he could hear carlos whimpers against the kiss

"im sorry, im sorry" carlos pulled away from his lips and goes into charles' nose, "im sorry, charles", and a drop on where his dimples used to rest, "i'm so stupid, i'm sorry" then settle it long on charles' forehead, "sorry, shalrs"

"carlos" charles look at his eyes and found carlos hiding something from him.

"sorry, i..." he stutterd as fingers shaking against charles' cheek. charles covers carlos' hands with his own, smoothering his hair hands slowly until the finger stop shaking.

"i'm serious being with you.about this. about us" carlos breath against him. then he let out a chuckled

"i've been thinking about the future how will i purposed you, how big or small our wedding goes, and yet here i am being so stupid that i can't even understand you, be with you, convince you that i love you."

charles stunned at carlos confession, "married..? you want to--"

carlos chuckled in his own tears, "my parents, they don't fancy you, but i'm hunderth percent sure it's because we are still teammates. they used to be like that to lando too, but not as severe to you." charles still eyeing him closely, seeing how carlos scrunched his face, preventing tears to spilled

his brows furrowed, "i swear i tried talk to my mom but she doesn't listen. yes, i didn't like it how you are pushing me hard while i'm defending but i'm also having fun. so so much. that's why i said that to media, i-- i want to tell you but things happen and my parents urge me to come home together and..."

"and you didn't replied to any of my text" charles said it bitterly

"yeah" carlos losen up his grips then settle down on his arms.

"i was..."

"its okay" charles sighed,

"charles. no, it's not okay. i made you questioning your feelings. i made you feel dumb" carlos is now looking at him shakingly, like... like he is a murder of someone or spill some ferrari secret to media.

but charles thinks about many possibilites of their position now. which is zero for them to come out as a couple. it is not a strategical condition from the team where they are still have a poor perfomance, it is not beneficial for carlos because of his on hold contract, and still controversial for their sponsors.

zero.

"but what does it takes? you can not just marry me here without our parents knowing. even so, i still can't hold your hands in public. i never had a chance to do a proper date with you!"

"are you breaking up with me?"

charles groans at carlos dumb answer, "seriously?! you think i'm that easy to give up !?"

carlos whinced, "no..."

"stupid" he huffed and looked away from carlos. thought lost at singapore citylights. they are supposed to having fun, it's singapore. their country, their history starts here. and yet... their downs choose to happen in this place too. charles smiled a little in his heart, knowing their hardship growing in singapore too. because he knows, love is not enough as the road get tough. it needs a communication. requires strong believes and commitment.

"i am sorry, please don't give up on us." carlos tugs charles arms and without further do, charles melt to the embrace.

fighting on track against carlos is exhausting but fighting off the track with carlos is more mentally worn-out.

"how about you?" charles asked, mumbling his face against carlos' neck

"i'll make it up for you. let's have a city tour right now. i heard there is night market that is very delicious."

charles blinks twice, right now? "date right now? like,, this in the midnight?"

he felt a warm washing his body, "yes charles. right now. lets go somewhere. we have plenty place to explore in singapore." carlos, for the first time they meet again, giving him a fond smile.

"but, people will see us. your parents must be watching you--"

"fuck them. i want to be with you. to spend a proper couple date with you."

charles could feel another tears building again but now, it's a happy one. one step being in public. slow but sure.

"okay" he breathes out. "help me change my clothes please?" charles wiggle his brows, creating a laughter from carlos

🎶Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

sooner or later the world will now about them. sooner or later, charles will happy showing of the golden band that sit comfortable in his fourth finger. sooner or later he can walk hand in hand with carlos. but right now, the public only see their shoulder brushing against each other while they walked in orchid pedestrian street. carlos' parents might be seen the picture of his son feeding up charles the best kaya toast he ever tasted. later in the morning, rupert and andrea will scold them for sneaking out the hotel like a petulant child.

but above them all, singapore has witnessing their love oath. the country saw laughter, kisses, and tears they shared. five years ago they present themself to each other and singapore was watching them

and now, it is become the only secret they shared together. is sort of an exclussiveness. charles and carlos decide to keep it longer for a moment. and when they ready to state it publicly, singapore have to be the only place. it is.

born to die by lana del rey just a charlos masterpiece

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Winner Takes It All || Twenty: I Can’t Do This

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: When things to be going right, the world has a funny way of bringing Valentina back down to the cold harsh reality

Warnings: Heartache, distressed Vali

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

It had only been twenty four hours since Singapore and Pierre was getting on my last nerve. He wouldn’t shut up about me and Charles, pinching the bridge of my nose I tossed my phone onto the sofa forgetting it was still open on the conversation with Charles.

“Why won’t you tell me what happened?” Pierre hummed from the kitchen of the shared hotel.

“Because I know what you are like.” I huffed, throwing my head back against the arm of the sofa.

“There was a time you told me everything.” He pouted, standing over me with two fresh cups of coffee. “But you’ve changed.”

Rolling my eyes at the giant man baby that was hovering over me like a dark cloud. He always knew how to be dramatic.

“Pear, is it your time of the month again? Do you need ice cream?” I mocked, pushing myself up to a sitting position.

“Haha, very funny.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he passed me the coffee before sitting on the sofa. His eyes instantly landed on my phone, a wide smirk forming on his face as he spotted Charles’ nickname lighting up the screen. He was too quick for me to swipe my phone away from him. “Let’s see what we have here then.” He said with a mischievous grin on his face.

Sinking further into the sofa trying to make myself as small as possible, I knew that Pierre was going to have a field day.

The moment I saw Pierre’s fingers darting across the screen I wanted to punch him in the face, the smirk that was on his face told me that he was up to no good.

“Oh this is brilliant.” He chuckled, pausing to take a sip of his coffee.

“Can I have my phone back?” I asked, kicking his thigh, causing him to wince at the impact.

“Yeah in a bit.” He hummed, not taking his eyes off the screen. “I’m busy.”

I knew I was going to kill Pierre, I didn’t even know what he was texting but I knew he would be texting Charles. Letting out a dramatic sigh, letting him know he was annoying me, I leant over to see what he was texting but the little shit stood up holding the phone like it was something out of lion king. But I did manage to get a glimpse of part of a text.

I wish you were here, baby. I need you so bad.

I miss your lips roaming my body.

“Oh hell fucking no.” I growled, my heart rate quickening as I realised he was sexting Charles pretending to be me. This was bad, me and Charles had only just started talking again and here Pierre was pretending to be me sending dirty texts and knowing Pierre they would be pure filth. “You are an asshole, you know that right.”

Something must have been funny because he started laughing his head off whilst still texting. The tears were running down his cheeks as I jumped over the back of the sofa, trying to get my phone out of his hands.

“Nope this is too good.” He cried, holding the phone even higher. The sound of my phone ringing made me freeze. “Oh fucking hell Char is face timing you now.”

“Do not fucking answer it.” I growled through gritted teeth as his smirk got wider.

“Oops.” He howled, keeping his attention on my phone. “Well, well Mr Leclerc you horny bastard.”

“Pierre what the fuck man?” Charles snapped through the phone. “That was you texting all that shit?”

“Bear, I swear I had nothing to do with it.” I shouted, jumping up trying to get my phone back for Pierre. “Seriously asshole, give me my phone back.” All I wanted to do was curl up into a ball, letting the ground swallow me up.

“Holy shit, I’ve not heard you call Char that in years.” Pierre hummed, taking his eyes off the ball for a split second causing me to regain control of my phone.

Once I had the device I flipped Pierre off before running into my room in the hotel suit, slamming the door behind me. I couldn’t believe he pulled a stunt like that and he wondered why I didn’t tell him about the other night.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” I sighed, flopping down onto the bed, proping my phone up against the pillows. “He’s been on one this morning. He swiped my phone and he was too quick.” Letting my eyes lock onto the phone screen, noticing that Charles was looking rather flush. Which is when I realised the reason why he was looking rather red. “Bear, did you?”

Charles dropped his gaze to his lap as he ran his hand over his face. “Urm yeah.” He admitted, looking rather embarrassed. “I thought it was you that was texting. I never thought it would have been Pierre.”

“Don’t worry in gonna fucking kill him.”

I tried to ignore the fact that he thought it was me, I didn’t need to be thinking about that right now. Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I fell quiet, not knowing what to say after the events of this morning.

An awkward silence fell over the two of us, I had no idea what to say especially now Pierre pulled that little stunt.

Charles finally broke the silence, “Urm I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a coffee before we need to catch the flight to Japan?”

A small smile crossed my face, “yeah, I’d like that. Let me get changed and I will meet you. Just text me the address.”

Shortly after that the call ended, still on rather an awkward note. I just hoped it wasn’t going to be awkward when we were face to face. Running my hand over my face I let out a muffled scream before rolling off the bed. I needed to do the final checks of the room before getting ready to go out. Luckily our cases had already been picked up this morning so it was just the bags I needed on the plane that were by the door.

Within half an hour I was fully packed and ready to go, pulling my sunglasses over my eyes, I grabbed my hat from the top of the backpack before grabbing the bag, throwing one of the straps over my shoulder.

As I walked out of the room I was met with Pierre who still had that stupid fucking smile on his face.

“Whoa, I didn’t think we needed to leave yet?” he questioned raising his brow at my backpack.

“We don’t.” I said rather harshly, right now I didn’t care that I was being short with him, he crossed a line. “I will see you on the plane, I’m going out.” I snapped, pushing past him.

“Nugget wait.” he called after me, softly grabbing my arm stopping me in my tracks. “I’m sorry okay, I thought you would see the funny side to it.”

Rolling my eyes behind my sunglasses, I let out a sigh. “Yeah well I didn’t, and this is why I haven’t said much about the other night because I knew you would do something stupid. You know how I feel about Charles.”

The smile on his face dropped at my statement, instantly he pulled me into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I am so sorry.” he said softly, “I promise I will behave and I won’t step over the line again.”

“Okay, thank you.” I breathed, wiggling out of his grip. “I’ve got to go.”

“Where?”

“Meeting Char for coffee.” I said, finding a smile creeping onto my face.

“Have fun, Nugget.”

Qualifying went well, my emotions were all over the place but somehow through it all I had managed to land pole position. I thought this weekend was going to go better than I thought.

Standing in the opening of the garage I watched the rain pour from the sky, the dark clouds looming over the track. This was bad, this was extremely bad.

I couldn’t stop my heart from pounding against my ribs as the rain continued to pour, my focus was on the rain drops that were bouncing violently off the ground. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as my mind drifted back to the day that changed my life for the worst.

“Race is still going ahead.” Josh said softly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Please tell me you are joking?” I choked out, my silent tears turning into sobs.

“Unfortunately not.”

I couldn’t do this, after yesterday I thought I was going to be able to do this but now everything had flipped on its head.

“No, no, no, no.” I screamed, causing all attention to fall on me. Nothing I did was stopping my hands from shaking violently. “How can they expect us to fucking race in these conditions. Especially with what happened to Jules.”

This was my worst nightmare, I wasn’t looking forward to racing this track anyway but apparently the universe wanted to fuck me up.

My head was spinning, my fingers were tugging hard at my hair, maybe if I tugged hard enough I would wake from this nightmare. My vision was now blurry from how hard I was sobbing.

Feeling someone try to wrap their arms around me, I instantly lashed out, pushing whoever it was away from me.

“Get the fuck off me.” I screamed, taking a few steps back without looking at where I was going and I ended up falling over the tyre of the car causing me to land on my arse. “I don’t want anyone fucking touching me! So please just fuck off.”

“Nugget, ce n'est que moi. Nugget, it's just me.” Pierre said softly, placing his hand on my knee, causing me to instantly move away from him.

“Pourquoi les gens continuent à essayer de me toucher. Reculez, bordel ! Why do people keep trying to touch me. Back the fuck off!” I snapped, wrapping my arms around my knees, pulling them closer to my chest.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw the crowd that was forming around the entrance of the garage, along with the netflix crew.

Everything was a blur but I heard Hudson shout Charles’ name.

“What's going on?” Charles said, panic dripping off his voice. “Shit, what happened to Vali?”

“She’s freaking out over the race.” Pierre said quietly.

The only sound that was echoing around the garage was my sobs, I couldn’t bring myself to look up and face the crowd.

“SERIOUSLY,” Charles snapped, the sound of his voice made me finally look up, resting my chin on my knee. “IF YOU AREN’T CLOSE FRIENDS OR FAMILY GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THIS GARAGE.”

Watching as Charles and Hudson cleared the crowd before the shutter to the garage was slammed shut. Looking around the room the only people that were left were Charles, Pierre, Hudson and Josh.

Charles rushed over to me, dropping to the floor wrapping his arms around me. For whatever reason I didn’t lash out at him for touching me, in fact I clung onto him like I was drowning at sea and he was my life raft.

“I can’t do it, Bear.” I sobbed into his chest, clutching at his race suit.

“You are stronger than you think, babygirl.” he whispered, running his fingers through my hair, rocking me gently. “Just take some deep breaths, let it all out. I’m here baby and I’m not going anywhere.”

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Kitchen Sink and Wash Basin Choices in Singapore

Enhance Your Kitchen Aesthetics with the Perfect Sink

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Transform Your Kitchen with Bacera’s Stainless Steel Sinks in Singapore

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luckyluan · 7 months ago

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CHAPTER 3.1: THE STAKE OUT

They dashed around the debris and the two of them reconvened at the back door. Maxim was dressed in all black. He wore a turtleneck, jeans, boots, and gloves. Antwan hiked the lengthy black zipper of a khaki jumpsuit up to his chin.

“That’s what you’re wearing? In the field?” Maxim admonished.

“It was my anniversary before it became a mission, Max, and I think you should think about what is under this jumpsuit...” Antwan teased.

“Twenty pounds of Kevlar and an armory of razors and knives, I’d wager.” Maxim chortled.

“Damn right.” Antwan confirmed. “Let’s go.”

They did not bother to secure the gaping hole in their dining room. Antwan, instead, trailed a vial of copper blood onto the burgundy rug under the table and knocked over a few vases in the den. Maxim turned up the volume of the downstairs television up to an obnoxious level. Antwan lifted the window over the kitchen sink and launched himself to the ground. He landed with ag runt while Maxim, noiselessly, lifted his body over the sink. He lowered himself on to the ground and signaled his husband to follow him.

Antwan nodded and the two of them set off at a jog. Maxim pointed to a sizable light fixture fastened to the corner of their transitional style home and Antwan understood. They kept low to the ground and cut wide arcs in their manicured lawn. He unlatched a concealed lock—obscured by a colorful birdhouse—and Antwan pushed a small section of the wooden fence aside. Maxim allowed the barrel of his gun to lead the way into the passage as he and Antwan slunk into the woods beyond their suburban alcove.

“Head for the Honeymooners.” Antwan said. “They’re on vacay until next month.”

“Cliff and Eden are on vacation again?! What are we doing wrong?” Maxim whispered.

Antwan gave him a nudge and the pair trudged through the murky woods in silence. Maxim did not question his husband when he stared off into the towering trees. He simply let him gaze until he whispered an order.

“Left.” Antwan whispered. “No... other way...”

“How do you know where we’re going?” Maxim called.

“I marked the trees with Radiant Squid Ink.” Antwan explained. “Eagle did a biology project on bioluminescence last month. I took advantage. Keep up, old man.”

Antwan pinched his cheek and Maxim squinted after him as he sauntered off into the winding shadows. A high stone wall came into view and Antwand handed Maxim his picnic basket as they approached. Maxim dropped to bended knee and Antwan climbed up on his leg. He launched himself onto the wall and straddled the stones. He held out his hand and Maxim offered him the picnic basket before he bounded up the rough stone wall. He dropped into the neighboring yard with Antwan beside him and his husband aimed a middle finger at him.

“You never accept my help.” he pouted.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Maxim conceded. “You’re right. I could lean on you a little more. May we continue?”

“Get the cameras.” Antwan growled.

Maxim busied himself with the fuse box after Antwan disappeared through a narrow window and the electricity of the luxurious house faltered when Maxim used his copper blade to slice through a blue wire.

“Get in here, negro!”

Antwan’s gloved hand dangled out the window. Maxim threw a leg over the low windowsill and crawled into a well-organized laundry room which smelled of clean linen. Maxim steeled his nerves as he drank in the refreshing scent.

“This won’t be like Singapore.” he said.

“Agreed.” Antwan said. “Secure the perimeter.”

“Set up for a long night.” Maxim finished.

They crept into the shadowy hall and Maxim signaled Antwan to sweep the first level before he set off up the stairs. A few moments later, he called down to his husband.

“Upstairs is clear.”

“Down here too.” answered Antwan.

Maxim loped down the right of the imperial staircase and swiped a stubborn patch of dust off the black banister.

“Anything?” Maxim asked.

Antwan sat cross-legged on a plush cream blanket while he carefully laid out his guns. He straightened his weapons as he counted. Maxim observed the assortment of right facing hilts. Guns, cartridges, machines, and knives littered the wicker picnic basket and Antwan jammed his hand into its depths for more bullets.

“Nope. Don’t see anything, but I had a thought. You don’t just attack people like us. You surveil them. Whomever attacked us was watching us.”

“You think it's someone from The Order?” Maxim gulped.

“Yes, dear.” Antwan rolled his eyes. “I believe it was another one of The Order who took the same oath to never fire on family. No, ding dong. I think it was something Abnormal though. They attacked us at night. That’s not a coincidence.”

“Most of us use nightfall. That’s training. I don’t think it’s a coincidence, but I also don’t think it’s significant.” Maxim challenged.

“If you said what I just said it would’ve been gospel.” Antwan unleashed.

“True, but I’ve been doing this longer.” Maxim winked.

‘Anyway, I think I’m right.” Antwan continued.

“Of course you do.” said Maxim. “But I am inclined to agree. This attack is not random and coming in the night was not just strategy. It was necessity.”

“Vampires.” They groaned in tandem.

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Epoxy Grouting & Regrouting: The Ultimate Solution for Waterproofing

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