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fastandcarlos · 6 months ago

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Dating A⇴Z Headcanon ⇴ Charles LeClerc

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Charles is an incredibly affectionate person, particularly when the two of you are behind closed doors. He loves having you as close to him as possible, where his hands can rest on your waist or his fingertips can brush gently through your hair.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You both knew of each other before you started dating, you’d passed each other a few times in the paddock and smiled politely at one another as you rushed around to get all of your jobs done for your teams. However as soon as you’d finished your first conversation, Charles was sure that you were someone who he wanted to get to know and spend a lot of time alongside.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

One night when things were starting to get packed up and everyone was preparing themselves to head home after the race, Charles took a hold of your hand and pulled you into a quiet corner, making sure that there was definitely no one around. He was supposed to be celebrating yet another podium but instead he found himself sat in front of you, pouring his heart out to you as he found himself unable to clear his mind of thoughts of you.

D ⇴ DATES

He treats you like the most important thing in the world when it comes to your dates, Charles pays close attention to the things that you like and organises things that he knows you’ll enjoy. Most of your dates are usually quite private as Charles hates to have your moments together ruined by fans or cameras. Your favourite date with Charles was when he took you out to dinner, with you both dressed up wanting to impress the other, enjoying endless conversation as you sat at a table which always overlooked the beautiful sunset of Monaco.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

It was well known that you weren’t the first partner that Charles had, but he was adamant that with you things felt completely different and more special than with anyone else before. At times you worried that you didn’t live up to those who came before you, however Charles was always there to reassure you and insisted time and time again that he was at his happiest whenever he was with you. He didn’t care how many times he told you, whatever relationships he had before didn’t matter to him now that he had found you.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

There are definitely moments when Charles can get quite passionate and sometimes you both tend to get a little bit heated with one another. However, Charles never lets an argument go on for longer than it needs to, mostly because he knows how little time you have to spend together, and he absolutely refuses to leave you for work knowing that the two of you aren’t talking. Even if you don’t want to talk to him, Charles will talk at you and make sure that you know how he feels and how sorry he is, especially when he reluctantly has to admit that he’s the one in the wrong.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You were like another sibling in his family, you got on with his siblings like a house on fire and they were definitely fond of you. You’d felt welcomed by them since day one and it melted Charles heart being able to sit back and watch as you and his brothers made each other laugh and teased one another at every opportunity.

H ⇴ HOME

There was never any pressure from Charles for the two of you to move in together, but that didn’t stop him dropping hints constantly about how nice it would be. He loved having you at his place where he was able to keep an eye on you, and if he was honest, the day you agreed to move in with him was one of Charles’ favourite days ever.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Charles was the first one to whisper those three little words as the two of you reunited at the end of a race. Monaco was special, but when Charles finally won it, he was on top of the world. As his arms wrapped around you, he whispered closely into your ear, wanting you to know how big of a part you’d also played in helping you finally win the race and achieve his dreams.

J ⇴ JEALOUS

He had his moments when Charles would find himself getting jealous, he wasn’t proud of it, but he couldn’t help being so protective of you and your relationship together. If someone started talking to you that left a sour taste in his mouth, Charles would stand a little bit closer to you and usually wrap his arm around you as if he was silently sending a message to the person to let them know that you were his and there was no point them even trying to get to know you.

K ⇴ KIDS

There was no secret from Charles that he wanted to have kids, but he also made it clear to you that he was in no rush and would happily wait. He promised to wait until you were both ready, but that didn’t stop him gushing sometimes about what an incredible mum you would be someday. Quite often you would snap Charles out of a daydream as he found himself wondering about how amazing a family of your own would be.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

The two of you were a double act together, you knew exactly how to make each other laugh which made others laugh around you too as they watched you both goof around. At times you had quite a blunt humour with one another, your dry jokes would leave you both sniggering and prodding against the other person in fits of giggles. You particularly found yourself laughing at Charles’ silly side, a part of him that he often saved for behind closed doors, not wanting to share that side of himself with the rest of the world.

M ⇴ MISSING

It was tricky for Charles to be away from you, he would always worry about you and want to know that you were safe. In the back of his mind, he’d never quite find himself able to not fret a little bit. Whenever he had a spare couple of minutes he would be trying to get in contact with you, keen to hear your voice and see for himself that things were alright. As much as he wished that you could constantly be by his side, Charles was also very supportive and aware of the fact that you had your own career and that sometimes you needed that time apart in order to both be able to achieve your dreams.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Charles was full of nicknames for you, the sweeter the better as far as he was concerned. He loved when his nicknames were able to make your smile turn up and turn the colour in your cheeks into a slight crimson colour.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your smile as it filled Charles heart with love. He was always wanting to make sure you were happy, and knowing that he was the reason for that smile made it all the more meaningful.

P ⇴ PDA

Neither of you were huge on PDA, however everyone knew that you were a couple. Charles often held your hand or wrapped his arm around your waist to make sure that you were by his side and didn’t end up getting separated from him, and when he felt his confidence grow, he’d be there to plant a sweet kiss against your lips.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

One of the things Charles loved to do was ask you questions about your futures. He was intrigued to know how you saw the rest of your life panning out, particularly when you talked about how you envisioned life with Charles.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

No one aside from you knew this, but in his race boot Charles kept a photo of you so that you were still with him whenever he raced. He slid it in randomly once when he was still a junior and it seemed to bring him luck, and so ever since then it had just continued to be routine for him. He never changed the photo, despite the fact after so many years it was getting damaged, as he never wanted to change his superstition.

S ⇴ SEX

The most important thing to Charles when the two of you have sex is that you feel loved and that you feel adored in his company. He’s surprisingly romantic when it comes to those intimate moments between the two of you, Charles can be quite vocal, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and running his fingers through your hair. He’ll do anything just to make sure that you know exactly how much he loves you.

T ⇴ TEXTS

It’s the first thing that Charles does when he wakes up in the morning, he always sends you a message to see how you’ve slept or wish you good night, depending on where you are in the world and your difference in time zones.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were the centre of Charles’ world and he couldn’t be prouder to make sure that everyone else knew that too. He gushed about you constantly and gave you a lot of credit for all of the amazing things he was doing in life.

V ⇴ VACATION

During the off season Charles loved to go away with you, switching off from everything and forgetting about the chaos that usually followed your lives. Your phones would be off and your attention would solely be on each other as you explored a new place together and made plenty of new memories with one another too.

W ⇴ WHINING

Although Charles was understanding when other people were around, that didn’t stop him from whining when you weren’t paying even just a small bit of attention to him too.

X ⇴ XXXX

You always felt the amount of love that Charles had for you in his kisses. Each one was delivered to you with sentiment and meaning, he never liked to just kiss you without reason. His favourite place to kiss you was against your cheek or against the corner of your smile as when he leaned over your shoulder to place it there it meant that Charles had the perfect view of your smile when he pulled away from you again.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were everything to Charles, he simply adored you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

One thing about Charles that never fails to surprise you is how cuddly he is at night, he refuses to let you go and makes sure to hold you as close to his chest for warmth as possible.

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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theemporium · 1 year ago

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[2.3k] when your boyfriend achieves a podium at his home race, it’s only right that you give him the reward he deserves. even if you only have fifteen minutes to do so. (smut)

part two

He had barely stepped off the podium before you were dragging him into his driver’s room.

Silverstone was always an important race, regardless of the racer. It was a historic track and an iconic race to drive in. It was one of those races—alongside Monaco—that every driver dreamed of winning, of standing on the podium and looking down at the cheering crowds.

And for Lando Norris, it was also his home race.

After the struggles the car had been putting him through all season, seeing his smiling face as he climbed off the car behind the number two sign made your heart swell on Saturday after qualifying. Watching him run towards his team, cheering and celebrating and slapping him on the back.

For the first time in a long time, he felt hopeful this season.

Then Sunday came along and it had been full of nerves and butterflies and silent prayers that your boy would do well, that the team wouldn’t screw him over.

Truthfully, your faith wavered after the safety car pit stop that put Lando’s car on hards. You stood by his team and his parents, practically watching the release of the safety car between your fingers as you watched your boyfriend be squished between the Red Bull and the Mercedes, both on soft tyres.

And then the fucking unbelievable happened.

Your stomach flipped as you watched your boyfriend fend off the seven-time world champion. Your nails were digging into your palms as each corner came and went, and before you even realised it, the checkered flag was waving and Lando Norris crossed the line in P2.

P2 in his own home race when even McLaren themselves doubted they would be able to pull it off.

The roars of the crowd was surreal, the way they clapped and chanted as he walked out onto the podium. The way he lifted the trophy over his head, a massive grin split across his face. The way he hit the bottom of the champagne bottle off the podium, soaking himself and his fellow drivers until champagne was dripping off their bodies.

You don’t think you had ever been as attracted to your boyfriend as you were in that moment, in that snapshot of seeing him be the happiest he had been in months.

Lando, like the rest of the drivers, had around fifteen minutes to freshen up before they were whisked away to their media duties.

You weren’t going to waste a single second of it.

“Baby,” Lando laughed as you tugged him into his driver’s room, the door locked quickly behind you before you turned around to him. “What’s up—mphm.”

Your lips were against his before he could even finish his question. But talking was the last thing on his mind as his hands fell to your waist, bunching the fabric of your dress in his fists as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Congratulations, baby,” you murmured in between rushed kisses, your nails scratching along the back of his neck in the way that made him shiver. “You did so fucking well.”

“Yeah?” He grinned in such a way that you didn’t know if your heart was going to beat out of your chest or if you were going to clench your thighs together in hopes it did something. “Feeling proud?”

“So proud,” you mumbled before pulling him closer, but Lando just chuckled slightly.

“Baby, I gotta get changed for media,” he told you, squeezing your hips to exaggerate his point. “Someone is gonna come knocking in ten minutes—”

“So we have ten minutes?” you interrupted, your eyebrows raised in questioning.

“I mean, technically—” he started but that was more than enough.

“We can do a lot in ten minutes,” you said to him, your eyes wide and eager and he felt something in his stomach clench.

“Yeah?” he rasped.

“Yeah, baby,” you grinned before you leaned forwards, your lips meeting his in a slower, meaningful kiss. “Let me show you how proud I am.”

Lando gulped, only nodding his head in response.

“Words, Lando. I need words.”

“Fuck, please,” he all but whined as he ducked his head back down to meet your lips again.

The grip he had on your hips was desperate, fuelled with a newfound need to have you. Ten minutes was more than enough time, plus the media team could always talk to the other drivers first. He wanted you, he needed you and he was going to have you—consequences be damned.

The noise he let out was almost like a whimper, need and want so clear in his voice as the heel of your palm stroked along his length through his thick face suit.

“Baby—“ Lando wheezed out, his eyes clenching shut as you began to undo the zipper of his suit.

“Gonna give you want, pretty boy,” you murmured, your lips falling down to the skin peaking through his race suit as you finally began to start shrugging it off his shoulders. You leaned closer, kissing down his jaw and the column of his neck as your hands worked on getting him undressed. “Gonna make you feel good.”

“You always do,” he breathed out, his voice a little shaky as he helped you pull his arms out, pushing the race suit until it was pooling at his knees. But before he could even try removing it the rest of the way, a hand on his chest stopped him.

He watched you, his eyes focused on you like a hawk as your fingers traced along the waistband of his boxers. He reached for you, reached for the skirt of your dress but you swatted his hands away before he could even make a move. He opened his mouth, a small pout on his lips but he quickly fell quiet as he watched you sink to your knees.

“Baby—”

“Be a good boy and stay quiet for me, yeah?” you asked, looking up at him with such an innocent expression that he could’ve blown his load there and then.

“Promise,” he murmured, his heart beating against his ribs. “Gonna be your good boy.”

And you just smiled. A simple fucking smile and Lando knew that regardless of what you did, he wasn’t going to last long at all.

His back was pressed against the thin wall of his driver’s room, his hands tightened into fists in his hand as he watched you. The way your nails traced along the length of him over his boxers, the way your eyes lit up as his cock jumped at the simple act. The way you leaned forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his clothed length as your hands wrapped around his thick thighs, watching the way he squirmed under your touch.

“Please,” he whined.

But you didn’t listen, your nails lightly raking up and down his thighs as his legs shook with a strong desire he had never felt before. He needed you. He needed to be inside you. He didn’t think he needed anything more than he needed you right now.

Your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, slowly tugging the material down his legs until it was pooled at his knees with the rest of his race suit. He let out a soft hiss as the cool air hit him, the tip of his cock already leaking a small bead of precum.

But before he could even get used to the cool sensation, you were leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, letting it lay heavy on your tongue.

“Shit,” Lando whined, his hips bucking on instinct and it was your hands pushing him back against the wall that made his eyes snap back open. He looked down at you, the tip of his cock in your mouth and your wide eyes staring at him, and he was starting to wish this was how every race ended.

You bobbed your head further along the length of him, your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock as the tip brushed against the back of your throat before you pulled back. You pulled back until his tip was brushing against your lips, a thin line of salvia connecting them both as your hand moved to replace your mouth.

“You know what I want?” you asked, your voice a little raspy and low and it only made the blood rush to his cock. “You know all I thought about when you were up there?”

“What?” Because he knew, no matter what you asked, he would give you. He would give you anything you asked when you were on your knees in front of him with your hand wrapped around his cock.

“You,” it was as simple as that, if it weren’t for the fact you were reaching for his hands, slowly prying his fists open and guiding them towards you. “You taking out all that extra energy…on me.”

His stomach coiled in desire. “Baby—”

“Please, Lando,” you whispered, your tongue darting out to collect some precum leaking from his tip. “Just need to feel you inside me.”

And who was Lando to deny you? Who was he to not give you what you so desperately wanted and desired?

There was a voice in the back of his head that tried to remind him where he was. The same voice that was reminding him he had duties to uphold, he had journalists to talk to, he had a podium to celebrate with his team. The same voice that was reminding him that the locks on the driver rooms aren’t absolutely secure, that a hearty shove would be enough to get past it.

And yet, that voice in the back of his head was the last thing he was focused on.

Not when his pretty girlfriend was on her knees in front of him. Not when he had his fingers tangled in her hair as he guided her head up and down his cock. Not when his hips were thrusting, the debauched and needy sounds you were making as his cock hit the back of your throat echoing through the small room.

Not when Lando wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he reached closer and closer to the edge. “Feel so fucking good for me, so fucking good for me, baby.”

You moaned, the noise muffled and garbled but he felt the vibrations along the length of him all the same. You pushed your hands under his fireproofs, your nails scratching down his toned torso as his abs clenched softly under your touch.

“Like you were fucking made for me,” he muttered out, his voice a little breathy and whiny as he found himself clenching his eyes shut. “Shit, baby—”

His head fell back against the wall with a soft thump as he came, his cock still deep down your throat as he spilled inside your mouth. The noises he let out were pathetic and needy as his hips bucked up as your tongue teased the tip of his cock. He slumped back against the wall, his chest rising and falling with heavy pants and little white dots blurring his vision.

He let out a soft whimper as you finally pulled away from him, pressing a chaste kiss against the head of his cock before you began to pull his boxers back up. He let out a noise of aversion, trying to bat your hands away and instead pull you closer to him which he allowed.

“Lando—” you started but you didn’t get far before he had both hands on your cheeks, pulling your face to his so he could kiss you. He didn’t even care if he could taste himself on your tongue, he just needed to kiss you.

“I love you,” he sighed wistfully against your lips in between kisses.

“I love you too,” you murmured before pulling away, a hand on his chest to stop him from trying to kiss you again. “You need to go.”

He looked like a kicked puppy. “Why?”

“You have media, Lando,” you murmured with a soft smile, looking at your boyfriend’s flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. You almost felt bad that you would have to send him out like that.

“Fuck the media,” he grumbled as he tried to lean down again, but you stopped him once again.

“Your team will kill you,” you snorted, shaking your head. “Go. I’ll be here when you get back.”

Lando let out a huff. “You give me the best goddamn blowjob of my life and expect me to just go about my life like everything is normal.”

You patted his chest. “You’ll survive.”

He sighed dramatically. “Barely.”

“Tell you what,” you said as you watched your boyfriend scamper around the cramped room to make himself look somewhat presentable before he headed out towards the media pen. “If you go out and be a good boy and do all your media duties, I’ll let you do whatever you want tonight.”

Lando paused, glancing up at you. “Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want,” you murmured, leaning to kiss him one last time before he left. “But only if you’re on your best behaviour.”

“Deal,” he blurted out quickly, a giddy smile spread across his face and something almost like mischief shining in his eyes.

“That’s my boy,” you said with a fond smile. “My winner.”

Lando snorted. “I was P2, baby.”

“Like a winner to me, anyways,” you shrugged before you leaned down to playfully smack his ass as he walked past. “I’ve got my eyes on you, Norris.”

He flashed you a cheeky smile. “Keep ‘em up here, darling.”

And you could only laugh when he barrelled back into his driver’s room two hours later, grinning like a cheshire cat as he did so.

“A deal is a deal, baby, gotta pay up now.”

So you did.

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lecsainz · 1 year ago

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we keep this lowkey

pairings: lewis hamilton x styles!reader

summary: the one where harry styles' younger sister is seen with lewis and everyone starts commenting about a possible romance between them.

authors note: since we had lewis on the podium today, I had to write somethinggg!!!

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deuxmoi New Couple Alert? Lewis Hamilton the formula one champion and Harry Styles' younger sister, Y/N, spotted having a blast on jet skis. Could this be the start of a new power and hot couple? Stay tuned for more updates! ☀️😍

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wagloveer lewis and y/n?! my mind is blown!

hrryswft my two worlds colliding!!

luvf1 I didn't even know they knew each other.

stylesdaily I think they met at a fashion show last year russellsafes wait, wasn't it Harry who introduced them?

lewchamp Isn't she too young for Lewis? girl, you're 25 years old!

verstlerc I thought the same

hateseveryone I don't like her. 🤮

mercgirly lewis trying to hide in the first photo. 😂

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harrystyles added to their story

yn_styles added to their story

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yn_styles When you find that special someone who can make you smile even on your worst days... that's the real deal! This man right here has stolen my heart and become my everything! Lewis, you're the one who brings sunshine to my days, makes me believe in fairytales, and shows me what true love is all about.

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lewishamilton You're the sunshine in my life, Y/N! Every day with you is a blessing. Thank you for your love and for making me the happiest man in the world.

harrystyles Hahaha, finally! Took you guys long enough! So happy for you both. Take good care of her, mate! And Y/N, remember to keep him on his toes 😉 Sending all my love and support!

gemmastyles Aww, my heart is bursting with happiness for you both! Seeing my little sis so happy with someone who adores her brings tears to my eyes. Wishing you both a lifetime of love, laughter, and beautiful moments together. Cherish every second, you two! ❤️

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lewishamilton When you find someone who understands you in ways no one else does... that's when you know it's something special. My love, you're the one who makes my heart skip a beat and fills my life with so much love.

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yn_styles Ah, babe, you're making me blush! 😊 You truly are the most amazing person I've ever known. Thank you for bringing so much love and happiness into my life. Can't wait for more incredible adventures together. Love you endlessly, Lewis! ❤️

mercedesamgf1 Love seeing our champion with his number one supporter! Can we finally say that she's a fan of Mercedes now? 😉🔥

lewishamilton I guess the secret's out! She's been supporting us all along!

georgerussell63 congrats, mate! looks like you found your perfect co-driver in life too. wishing you both all the happiness!

danielricciardo Congrats, you two! Wishing you all the love and happiness in the world. Oh, and Y/N, any chance I can score some free tickets to Harry's show now? 😉🎶

yn_styles Thanks, Daniel! We'll see what we can do maybe a backstage pass for you!

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smoshyourheadin · 6 months ago

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spencer’s funeral and his partner is the special guest and roasts spencer so hard and than revels that they are getting a cat together but everyone thinks it’d a baby announcement lmaoooo or however you wanna end it

Special News

pairing: spencer agnew x f! reader

a/n: anon i love this idea so much!! guys please don’t come at me for these terrible jokes i’m just a girl really 😜 also i’m posting sm rn go me

requests are open <33

“lebron james inspired us with his baller moves. steph curry inspired us with his words. spencer agnew inspired us by being a piece of shit, so we would never follow in his footsteps.”

you’re stood at the podium of the funeral, spencer in the coffin next to you holding a bouquet of plastic flowers as he tries not to laugh.

“spencer is a gamer, and we all know that. but if he spent as much time with me as he does on world of warcraft, i’d be the happiest girl on earth, but hey, at least he has a high gear score to keep him company whilst i cook.”

you see everyone laugh as you switch the paper, angela cackling over what you thought was a pretty shit joke.

as the laughter dies down, you continue on. “spencer and me only ever disagree over stupid things, and i think to myself, he must know he’s short when he has to look up to see eye-to-eye with someone who's shorter than him, because i’m always right. i’m sure courtney feels the same about shayne.”

at this, courtney yells “FACTS!” from behind one of the cameras, and you shoot her a wink.

shayne then stares you down, and all you say is “shayne don’t worry, i’m a short king ally!” which he just smirks at.

“i have some pretty bad jokes here, so let’s quickfire some.“ you mutter to everyone.

“if sleeping on my arm were an olympic sport, he’d have more gold than michael phelps.” this earns a giggle from spencer, as you have a folder on your phone of him asleep in the most awkward ways possible, always lying on your arm somehow.

“he’s so obsessed with video games, even his posture looks like it's from a character model that hasn't loaded properly yet.“ this makes everyone cackle, spencer opening one eye to glare at you, and you just laugh him off.

“your gamer boy posture is so bad, chiropractors have your picture on their vision boards on what to improve on.”

“do you guys think that,” you exhale through your nose at what patrick has written on your prompt card. “spencer’s idea of sitting normally the same as a pretzel’s idea of being straight?” which is so bad it’s good, making you crouch down to laugh.

you stand back up after a moment, your stomach twisting over what you’re about to do. it’s going to be so worth it, but gosh you feel bad.

“spencer, my lovely boyfriend, is a mt dew kickstart addict, certified gamer girl, and a soon to be father” and at this last statement, everyone gasps, and spencer’s eyes shoot open and he sits up. he looks at you intently, and you see him experience about a hundred emotions at once

you smile at everyone, turning to a camera, pulling out a printed off certificate of adoption, a picture of a tiny ginger cat taped to it.

“we got a cat!” you say, almost proud of how shocked everyone is

as you turn to look at spencer, you hear shayne’s laugh, and you look at spencer with sympathetic eyes, mouthing ‘i love you’ to him over all the laughter. he just smiles, knowing that this cat is going to be so loved by you both. especially you. because you love him so much.

as you sit back down, spencer sits up. having come back from the dead, he has some things to say. he goes through everyone at his funeral; alex, shayne, damien, tommy, selina, and then, you.

“and finally, my beautiful girlfriend, y/n. my bundle of sunshine, blinding and hard to look at directly.” you scoff at this, and he looks at you with a look that says this is a joke please don’t kill me when we’re home.

“i mean, come on, you cry at surf's up? i guess even animated penguins have higher emotional intelligence than you.” he manages to say through a fit if giggles. spencer always teases you for this, even though he cries at the NGE film. loser.

after wrap, courtney comes over to congratulate you on your cat, and just catch up generally.

“so, cat parents hey? proud of you girl” she says with a grin.

“yeah, i kinda feel bad scaring everyone into thinking spencer gets game in bed.” you reply, earning a laugh from her.

“don’t be mean to me! i’m a player you know?” spencer says coming up behind you.

“okay, sure you are mr ‘i cry at anime’.” you snap back.

he throws his hands up in defeat, and you kiss his cheek, going off to see amanda.

“she’s so cool.” courtney says

“yeah,” spencer replies. “she’s not that bad.”

she elbows him in the ribs, and he clutches his side

“i mean, she’s the best!” he says through strained teeth, courtney doing a proud nod before catching you up.

#smoshyourheadin #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #arasha lalani #courtney miller #shayne topp #spencer agnew #spencer agnew x reader #smosh #alex tran #tommy bowe #damien haas #my sillies #i love them

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seoulmatez · 9 months ago

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— 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒶𝓁 ౨ৎ

miya osamu x reader. 3.9k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ secrecy ﾉ misunderstandings

synopsis: after accidentally finding out about your boyfriend's plan to propose, you anxiously await the moment.

that’s probably why he wants to propose. that’s probably why he wants to propose. that’s probably why—

the words have been playing on repeat in your head ever since they slipped past atsumu’s lips. you could tell he was apologetic for not only the mistake he made in revealing his brother’s business but also for keying you in on something you weren’t meant to be aware of. despite his profuse and plentiful “sorry”s, it has been impossible for you to not think about osamu’s impending proposal.

even less so now that you’re standing outside his restaurant.

the last time you’d been relatively nervous at or near onigiri miya was when you were stationed on the bench and waiting for him to close up for your first date. time passed by excruciatingly slowly as you peeked over your shoulder every couple of minutes to gauge whether or not he would be out any time soon. you’d been inside the establishment only a few hours earlier with some friends who wouldn’t shut up about how cute the guy with the black cap was. you couldn’t blame them; you thought the same thing. which is why you were so surprised when what you thought was harmless flirting with the entire table led to him pulling you aside and asking you to hang out that night.

it was an impulsive decision for you to say yes, but you don’t regret it in the slightest. the happiest two years of your life came as a result of your spontaneity. the nostalgia of that moment hits you at full force as you stand tentatively at the entrance of the restaurant, patrons entering with excitement and exiting with content smiles. the kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering around in your belly feels the exact same it had that first night you spent with him.

you can’t loiter around forever, though, as you only have so much time before your coworkers are expecting you back with lunch. with a stabilizing sigh, you push the door open, the bell above it ringing to announce the arrival of another.

part of you is expecting osamu to welcome you at the door, after all, it isn’t rare for him to be running the host podium. though, instead of being greeted by a familiar face, a girl sporting a black apron is seating the growing line of visitors.

you never know where you can find your boyfriend at any given moment—he hops between helping out in the kitchen, handling business in his office, and even waiting tables; which is what he seems to be busy with today. you always thought he preferred spending his hours in the back working with the food, but he’s surprisingly adept at socializing with customers. that much is evident by the easy smile playing at his lips while he converses with a group of older women just to the left of where you’re currently positioned.

you’re close enough to pick up on most of the exchange. he’s dropping off the bill and collecting plates as they dote on him—going back and forth about how helpful and kind he had been while servicing them. a smile of your own stretches across your lips as you listen to their overt praise of your boyfriend. you tell him how amazing he was all the time, but he deserves to hear it from other people, too.

“a handsome gentleman like you oughta be married by now.” one of the women points at his ringless finger as he reaches for her empty cup.

your ears perk up at the lady’s words. to them, it must be hard to believe that a successful business owner with a personality likable to all isn’t settled down already. you wait in anticipation for his reply.

“yeah.” he breathily laughs—not with ease; more bashful than anything. “i’m working on that.”

you can pick up the distant laughter from the women that sounds farther away than it truly is. you never doubted it when atsumu told you, but hearing it from osamu himself makes it so much more real. too focused on your thoughts, you don’t feel the presence of someone beside you.

“hey.” you almost jump at the sudden voice but the familiar feel of arms wrapping around you and soft lips pressing to your cheek stops you. he must have finished up his chat while you were lost in your thoughts.

“hi.” you smile, hoping it doesn’t appear too strained. you can’t think back on a time where it had felt awkward to be around osamu but you’re beginning to think that now might mark the first. as much as you want to remain your normal and composed self, the task is proving to be difficult.

“lunch run?” he asks, pulling away from you but keeping one arm wrapped around your waist.

“mhm,” you hum.

he tells you that he’ll grab your order so you don’t have to wait any longer in the line. you chew at your lip as you gaze nowhere in particular in an attempt to think about anything but the proposal you should be oblivious to. osamu is back in no time, placing the to-go bag in your hand and sending you off with another kiss.

the bell rings again as you depart from the restaurant. as if your mind wasn’t already in the gutter, you have something new to dwell on for the rest of the day.

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the aroma of breakfast cooking typically rouses you from your slumber on saturday mornings, but rather than waking to the scent of a freshly cooked meal, the hum of the television from the next room works as your alarm. wiping any lingering sleep from your eyes and tossing the comforter aside, you stand up and stroll down the hall to see what osamu is up to. through slightly bleary vision, you catch sight of him sitting on the floor in front of the couch, his eyes trading off between looking at the flat screen and the screen of his laptop. it’s not often that he handles work matters outside his office and on the occasion that he does bring business home, he usually hunkers down in the guest room that serves as a workroom so he won’t get distracted.

“good morning,” you call from behind the couch. you lean over the back and squint your eyes to get a closer look at his laptop. “whatcha looking at?”

tilting his head back, osamu flashes you a bright smile. his hair is messy and unbrushed and your hands are itching to neaten the brunette strands. he pats the space on the floor beside him. “come see.”

you round the cushioned furniture and plop down next to osamu. you wriggle around a bit before you’re comfortably pressed against his side. the sound of the tv playing some competitive cooking show fills the otherwise quiet room. with a satisfied sigh, you finally look at the tab pulled up on osamu’s computer.

“houses?” you clear your throat but it’s too late to take back the crack that breaks the word.

a hand runs lazily up and down your side as osamu nods.

“how come? i thought you liked your apartment.” you cross your arms and chew at the inside of your cheek. you spend more time at his place than your own and osamu often calls his apartment yours—the two of you are practically living together. and you love it, being able to wake up beside him and welcome him home after a long day, but the thought of buying a house makes you shiver. the nagging at the back of your mind that you’ve been trying so hard to ignore was resurfacing.

“i do,” he agrees easily. “but don’t you want to find a place to call a home of our own?”

“well, yeah…” at the beginning of your relationship, you could only have dreamed of this moment; house hunting with osamu. the thought made you giddy; picturing how beautiful your yard would look lined with colorful flowers, thinking about all the meals you and osamu could make in a spacious kitchen, imagining what the rooms would look like filled with photos and belongings of your own—envisioning a happy life with him. now that you’re getting a taste of the experience, you can’t help but think about his plan to propose. if he’s already searching the market for houses, it must mean that you’re quickly approaching his proposal. there’s no time to enjoy what’s right in front of you when you’re too preoccupied thinking about osamu popping the question.

“hey.” he smooths a hand over your hair and squishes your cheeks together with his other. osamu hates seeing your eyebrows knit together in a frown. he can’t be sure as to why you look so troubled, but he does know that he’d do anything to get your mind off of whatever is bothering you—even if that thing is the window displaying images of houses for sale. his lips meet your puckered ones in a quick kiss before he continues. “no need to get the jitters just yet. we’re just scouting, nothing serious.”

it’s clear that he caught onto your discomfort and his words are an attempt at ridding you of it. just because you’re feeling awkward doesn’t mean you have to put a damper on osamu’s hopeful mood. and he’s right; it would take a lot more than a couple hours on a saturday morning to find a house that the both of you were happy with. there’s no harm in just looking. you nod with a grin, “nothing serious.”

“but,” he draws out the vowel, “i have been waiting for you to get up so i could hear your thoughts about this kitchen.” he clicks over to the picture showing off the kitchen of the listed house. “what do you think? pretty amazing, right?”

you won’t let your nerves ruin what is supposed to be an exciting milestone for you and your boyfriend. and how can you deny the man with sparkles of anticipation in his eyes?

“if you like it, i love it.”

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spacing out is your new normal. it happens much more often than it ever did before a couple weeks ago. you’ll be at work, typing away on your keyboard, and your mind will drift. the next time you look at the document you’re working on, it’s filled with your written thoughts about being a spouse rather than the report you’re meant to be filling out. you’ll stare at your hands while loading the washing machine with dirty laundry, imagining what your ring finger would look like adorned with a metal band. it’s only when you go to transfer the wet clothes to the dryer that you realize you accidentally mixed colors with the whites. the growing number of mishaps have you wishing you were still gleefully unaware of what’s causing you to internally rush osamu to hurry up and bend down on one knee. though, you don’t blame osamu for your wandering mind—how could you? it’s not his fault that his brother blabbed.

your life would be a lot easier if atsumu had a filter and kept his mouth shut. you had let him off the hook because his apology seemed sincere, but the moment that ring is resting easily on your fourth finger, he’ll be getting a mouthful of choice words for causing you so much unnecessary stress.

even now, on what’s meant to be a relaxing walk with osamu, you’re too distracted to enjoy the cool breeze gently blowing against your face and the company of your boyfriend. the warmth of osamu’s hand enveloping yours is the only thing anchoring you to your environment, which is why you gasp when he tugs your arm to keep you from walking any further. you stumble back on your feet, glancing over to osamu to see why he stopped you so abruptly. you aren’t able to ask before he starts kneeling down.

it’s as if time froze.

oh god, is he doing it here? now? in the middle of the sidewalk? of all the scenarios you had run through during restless nights, you had come to the conclusion that a public proposal was the least likely; osamu is an intimate man and you figured he wouldn’t want to make a scene. but more than that, he’d want the event to be exclusive to the two of you—no spectators or wandering eyes, something private; a memory that belonged to you and you only. the shock of not only his proposal but the execution leaves you reeling. heart thumping wildly in your chest, you will your eyes to look down to your feet. your breath catches in your throat upon seeing that he’s only tying his shoe. you don’t know whether to breathe out a sigh of relief or scream in frustration at that fact you’ll be waiting for who knows how long for the real thing to happen.

“you good?” osamu questions with a frown as he slowly returns to his standing position. he’s been catching you with a crease between your eyebrows recently and despite your consistent reassurance that you were fine, the expression seemed to always find its way back to your face. even though he’s concerned, he never wanted to come off as the overbearing boyfriend that crossed your boundaries by constantly hovering over your shoulder and badgering you to tell him how you actually feel. he trusts that if something is truly bothering you, you’ll tell him when you’re ready.

you have no intention of coming straight out and telling him that you were expecting him to give a sappy speech and pull out a velvet box. the entire reason you’ve been suffering silently is because you don’t want him to know that you know. you wrap your hands around his arm and peer up at him with a tight-lipped smile. “yeah, sorry. i was just in my head when you stopped me, that’s all.”

he stares down at you and you can practically see the doubt swimming in his eyes. there’s no way you can keep up this act without him getting even a little suspicious—your behavior is clearly stirring up some wariness on his end. you ignore the biting feeling that’s telling you that osamu is onto you, meeting his gaze happily.

“okay,” he finally speaks up with a short nod.

“okay, let’s go.” you rest your head on his shoulder and squeeze his bicep in a gesture to keep moving. he obliges and the two of you naturally fall into step with each other, continuing your stroll through town. you point out a shop that catches your eye, one with mannequins set up in the window wearing some cute outfits. the weather getting warmer is a perfect excuse for you to stop by the boutique and shop around. maybe browsing and asking osamu what he thinks about the clothes will be enough to get your head out of the clouds.

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“this place is really nice,” you comment, head turning to take in your surroundings as you sit down in the chair osamu pulled out for you. the most eye-catching characteristic of the establishment is the extravagant chandelier hanging from the center of the room. the crystal pendants glimmer when the lights hit them at just the right angle, highlighting the intricately carved art on the walls. individual candles are lit at the center of each table. you can’t put your finger on their scent, but if the rest of the place is anything to go off of, you’re sure they smell amazing. even the silverware set out looks expensive. “are we celebrating something?”

you were caught off guard when osamu walked through the door earlier than usual, telling you to change out of your comfy clothes into something nice. it took a full-blown interrogation under the ruse of needing to know the dress code for osamu to come clean and admit that he was taking you out to dinner. it struck you as strange, though. your boyfriend was a chef at heart and loved trying out new recipes in the kitchen, excitedly standing by while you tasted the dish and gave him feedback. but on days when he was burned out from all the cooking at work, he’d ask you if you were fine with him ordering takeout. even on the days when didn’t want to cook but wanted to get out of the apartment, the two of you usually ventured to a familiar local spot, never anywhere that warranted more than jeans and a sweatshirt. him bringing you to a restaurant so opulent must mean that today marks a special occasion, right?

tonight has to be the night.

“no,” he takes his seat across from you, laying the provided napkin on his lap before running a cautious hand over his hair. it’s an unusual sight to see his hair slicked back, but some of the dark pieces strayed from the rest, swooping over his forehead and framing his face. he always looks handsome in your eyes but under the lights illuminating the room, he’s even more attractive. “i just wanted to treat you to a nice night.”

“that’s sweet.” you reach across the table to take his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze and offering him a soft smile. what exactly does a “nice night” entail? dinner, dessert, and a diamond ring? you hope he doesn’t notice the tremors running through your fingers.

he returns your smile with one of his own, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. the two of you share light conversation until the waiter arrives to take your orders and collect your menus. as smoothly as things are going, you can’t help but think that as time goes on, you’re getting closer and closer to the moment you’ve spent weeks waiting for.

“is something wrong?” osamu asks.

“nope.” you shake your head. “why would something be wrong?”

“your leg keeps bouncing under the table.”

“oh, sorry, i didn’t even notice.” you pull your hand back and rest your palms on your thighs to stop them from moving.

“look, babe.” osamu runs his hand down his face and sighs. you must have thought he didn’t notice that you were beginning to frown more, that you were sleeping at his apartment less, that you pulled away when he brought up the future—but he did, he did notice and he can’t let it go. “you’ve been acting strange lately and i told myself i wouldn’t pry but it’s really starting to worry me. i just… was it something i did?”

“no! no, of course not.” you wave your hands back and forth frantically as if they’ll physically disperse his words throughout the air—rid that ridiculous thought from his head. you want to grab him by the face and scream at him about how wrong he is, but you keep your hands folded in your lap, thumbs unconsciously twiddling.

“the truth is…” you chew your lip thoughtfully, thinking over whether or not it’s a good idea to finally tell him. you had a good reason for keeping it from osamu, but now that you’ve witnessed that it is doing more harm than good, that he’s blaming himself for you being distant, you recognize that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to keep him in the dark. you have to tell him—this whole debacle has gone on for far too long and it’s affecting someone other than yourself. you take a deep breath before continuing. “when i went out with atsumu a couple weeks ago, we were just talking when he told me something he shouldn’t have. he said you were going to propose to me.”

osamu’s lips part in surprise. it never crossed his mind, the possibility that you were aware, but now that he thinks about it, everything makes sense. well, mostly everything. you had answered his question, but it raised another, one that’s a lot more difficult to ask. “so, have you been acting off because you knew, or because you don’t want to get married?”

you know it isn’t his intention, but your heart breaks a little at the fact that he even considered your rejection to be a real possibility. and it cracks a little more knowing that your secrecy is what likely instilled that notion in his head. “it’s not that. i was just on edge because i didn’t know when it was going to happen—i was expecting it and every little thing set me off.”

he nods slowly as he processes everything.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier.” your voice is quiet and osamu can just barely hear it over the commotion of the dining area. “i didn’t know what to do when your brother told me and, i don’t know, i thought acting like i was clueless would be best. i didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

“you don’t have to apologize.” he places his hands palms-up on the table and waits for you to set yours on top of his. you lift them off your legs and give them to osamu. he raises them to his mouth, kissing the back of each before meeting your gaze once more. “i’m not mad, i swear i’m not. you did what you thought was right. don’t beat yourself up about it.”

despite his understanding, part of you still feels as if the whole ordeal was avoidable. but if osamu isn’t upset with you, there’s no point in being upset with yourself. he wouldn’t want you fretting over it and you want nothing more than for things to return to normal. you smile and huff out a laugh. “i guess i ended up doing exactly what i was trying not to. did you have a backup plan in case i found out before you got the job done?”

“mmm, can’t say i thought about that. but i suppose i could just do it now. i don’t have the ring on me but there’s no reason to wait since—”

“are you serious?” you stare at him in disbelief. you’d spent the last several days walking on eggshells as though osamu would propose at any given moment, telling yourself that it could happen when you least expected it. still, none of those previous close calls lessen the shock of osamu’s nonchalantly spoken words.

“completely.” he traces a line over your finger; the one that he ideally would be sliding a ring on. it’s far from how he imagined the scene playing out, but even without the defining qualities of the average proposal—the dropping down on one knee, the long heartfelt speech about how his life changed when you walked into it, the dazzling ring—everything about here and now feels right to osamu. “marry me?”

tears pool in your eyes, threatening to spill over your lash line. you thought you had enough time to prepare for this—experienced enough scares to steel yourself from crying, but if this stretch of time had taught you anything, it was to expect the unexpected. the vision of osamu in front of you is slowly blurring with each passing second. you blink, allowing the tears to flow down your cheeks and drip down your chin. you want to be able to see his face clearly when you give him your answer. fervently nodding, you tell him, “yes.”

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February 20, 2022

It was supposed to be the happiest day for her, she just won gold at the olympics again, breaking history and accomplishments dreams she never thought were possible to accomplish. It was supposed to be a day she was going to celebrate all night but instead it was a day that she knew was coming.

Fredrick and Vera were two peas in pod since the moment they met, the two connecting in a way that was just ethereal.

They quickly become one of the best pairs in history. Most days were spent together training, laughing, smiling, spinning around the ice together.

They grew up together as their friendship grew with them. Fredrick and Vera had a beautiful connection anyone could see it by the way Fredrick treated Vera with love and affection, the way he always was softly touching her, always gently picking her off the podium, Fredrick never once dropping her ever, The wha Vera would light up around him, the way she always relaxed fully again him, how Vera talked about him whenever someone asked about.

Fredrick and Vera just had a connection that was priceless and special and it slowly turned into something more even. In January of 2020 they admitted what they felt for each other and it just grew from their, it was so natural and passionate between the two anyone would think they would be together forever.

Except they weren’t.

Vera never knew when it changed but it did. One day, slowly but surely the sweet boy who use to bring her flowers and make her laugh turned into someone she couldn’t ever recognize a flash of. The boy she fell in love with was gone.

Vera noticed the way he slowly moved into the guest room and on the road suddenly ever room had two bed. The once loving and affectionate touches became nonexistent, the only time she felt his touch was when they were on the ice. And the once sweet comments and lovingly words she received turned into cold condescending words or pure ice cold silence and ignoring anything they came out of her mouth.

Vera noticed it at the end of the summer of 2021 they had been together for a year and half and everything was great until it wasn’t anymore.

Eventually the more she was treated this way she noticed she was falling out of love with him, and at the end of the day she could handle losing his love and losing being in love with him but she missed her best friend.

Vera planned to split up their partnership after the Olympics were over because she was done trying fighting to save something that he doesn’t even want to save.

She knew she made the right decision when they went to sign their contract for the next year of being pairs when she read the requirements. He wanted her to pay for everything. Everything for skating or to do with skating was to be payed by her. The money they receive from winning would not be spilt but would go all to him and Fredrick had the finally say on everything.

Vera slowly looked up from the contract looking right into Fredricks eyes as she picked the contract up ripping it down the middle, “No.”

“What why not?” Fredrick angrily snapped, the lawyer looked between his two clients nervously, having seen the requirements but was told by Fredrick they both wanted them.

“No i won’t sign this. I won’t sign another contract to continue being your pair.” Vera slowly stood up still maintaining eye contact, “You forgot something Fredrick, i never needed you. But you have always needed me.” Vera turned around walking towards the door, hiding the heartbreak from showing on her face.

“You’ll regret this.” Fredrick yelled towards her back slamming his hands on the table. Not ever been known to control his temper.

Vera held the door knob in her hands before turning around, “No i wont.” She turned around ready to leave before she turned her head once more to see the fumes coming from Fredrick, “Oh and if you couldn’t tell, we’re over.” Vera shut the door behind her walking out the hotel confrence room heading straight to the elevator, she clicked her phone on calling to have her plane ready in a hour to go back to California.

Vera walked down the hall to her hotel quickly opening the door slamming it behind her, sliding down against the door hitting the floor burying her face into her hands.

Apollo and Aries jumped off the bed where they were sleeping and ran right to their mother, Aries nudged his nose into her hands and Apollo leaned his body on Vera’s side.

“Thank you my loves.” Vera whispered to her two babies cuddling with them needing the comfort more than ever. She took a few minutes to just hold her dogs before she gently let go of them getting up and starting to pack up their stuff, she packed all of her stuff back into her large suitcase and all of her dogs stuff into their suitcase she clicked on the leashes for her dogs before exiting the hotel room with the two suitcase, her backpack on her back, her purse on her shoulder and both of her dogs on the leashes.

Vera walked out of the hotel into the car that was waiting for her, thanking the driver who took took her bags before hopping into the back with her two dogs.

The drive was quick to the the airport and she quickly climbed up the steps into her plane, nodding at her employees before heading to her bedroom she has in the back of the plane she closed the door and un clicked Apollo and Aries leashes and sat on the bed pulling her knee to her chest resting her forehead on her knees feeling both of her boys sit on either side of her. Aries layed his head on her arm looking at his mom with sad eyes giving her a small whine, Apollo leaned his whole body weight into Vera’s and licking his mom’s arms.

Vera remembered meeting Frederick when they were young, only just kids and when they went onto the ice together for the first time they just clicked and they knew they had to be partners, their connection was so natural and so easy for them. It was a connection many other skater’s envied wanting to be that connected to their partner.

Vera and Fredrick had met Alexandra who quickly became their other best friend, the three quickly became a trio. Becoming each other’s safe space, where they didn’t feel as the whole world was watching. Alexandra and Vera becoming platonic soulmates the two pushing each other to only become better on the ice. Alexandra and Fredrick finding a sibling in each other and having a very teasing relationship.

Traveling the world and spending most your time on the ice you tend to grow close with the people you skate with and Alexandra and Vera don’t know what was wrong with Fredrick but Alexandra slowly stopped respecting her once best friend that was a big brother to her when she saw how he was treating her best friend.

Alexandra could see how hard Vera just wanted their best friend back and she only hoped that Vera will get her happy ending one day.

Vera woke up hours later running a hand through her hair seemingly to fall asleep with her dogs cuddled with her and checked the time realizing the flight was over half way done and decided it was time to get away from California and fast and she knew exactly where she wanted to go.

New Jersey.

New Jersey a place she’s always loved staying in and the biggest factor as it has one of her most favorite people in the world living their her big brother Nico, and the Devils who have all become like family to her and one of her closet friends Jack.

She pulled up the apartment complex she knew Nico and Jack lived and quickly found an apartment that would be perfect for her and her dogs and quickly applied for the apartment and was surprised when her request was immediately approved and the contracts quickly emailed over for her to sign and put into the money and she would already have the apartment. Vera quickly finished everything letting out a small smile seeing how quickly everything fell into place.

She pulled out the book she was currently reading to past by the rest of the time and before she knew the plane was landing and she was waking up her dogs putting their leashes back on and grabbing her backpack and purse.

She walked down the stairs to the plane heading into the car that was waiting for her and got into the car, the drive to her house was quick and she quickly thanked the driver before unclipping the leashes of the dogs and walking into her house in California, one of her more favorite places and had made some of her closest friends here and the first place she bought a place not rented.

She breathed out a sigh of being home and for once she thanked Fredrick for having moved out a while ago so she didn’t have to worry about him coming over to get anything that is his.

She took out her phone as she walked up her stairs towards her room and texted her group chat with Trevor and Jamie telling them she is home and she knows they don’t have a game today or tomorrow before throwing her phone on her bed and heading into her bathroom and taking a long shower.

Vera walked out of the bathroom with her hair freshly washed and brushed before grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants and a purple loose long sleeve, she slipped on a pair of fluffy socks and walked down stairs and across the long hall to the living room and throwing the throw blanket across her lap as Aries and Apollo layed on both sides of her.

Vera heard the door open and knew exactly who it was especially when her dogs tails started excitedly wagging.

“Honey we’re home!” Trevor’s voice echoed through out the house.

“In here babes!” Vera called back not getting up.

Trevor and Jamie walking into the living room making Aries and Apollo jump up and run over to the two. Trevor set down the bag he brought and kneeled down petting them like crazy as Jamie softly petted the top of both their heads before looking at one of his best friends nothing the dimmed look in her eyes that has been more common recently and the way her lips were naturally more downturned.

Trevor bounced up from the dogs jumping onto Vera, “Congratulations VeeVee!” Trevor hugged his best friend tightly.

Vera tried not to think of everything that happened but she couldn’t help and starting sniffing in the hug from the comfort from her best friend, she burrowed her her head into her chest feeling the tears running down her face and her shoulder began to shake.

Jamie and Trevor looked at each other with concern, Trevor hugged her tightly as Jamie sat on the other side of them brushing a soft hand through her wet hair.

The two let Vera cry all her tears out onto Trevor’s hoodie before she slowly calmed down.

Vera lifted her head looking between her two best friends, Trevor wiped off her tears as Jamie looked her in concern, “What happened Vee?”

“He wanted to sign a contract to continue our pair and it was fucked, he wanted me to pay for everything including all of his expenses, all the earnings were to go to him and he had final say in everything, so i ripped up the contract and broke up with him.” Vera fiddled with Jamie’s hands as she told them what went down a day ago.

Trevor clenched his jaw hearing about Fredrick, Trevor having known Vera before she dated Fredrick and with Vera living mostly in California he was one of the few who truly saw how much their relationship got extremely toxic and how much Vera has been heartbroken over the last year.

Jamie frowned looking at one of his best friends, “Is that why you came home early?” He knew she was supposed to be there a few more days celebrating her gold medals.

“I had to leave.” Vera mumbled resting her head on Jamie’s shoulder while Trevor laided on top of her.

“Well i for one am glad you broke up with that asshole!” Trevor grinned looking at Vera making her let out a soft laugh.

“Of course you are ZeeZee.” Vera fondly smiled knowing how much Trevor hated seeing her in that relationship getting hurt.

“How are you feeling.” Jamie looked towards her in concern.

Vera took a deep breath, “Honestly kinda free, obviously it still hurts to think about losing him as my best friend but i’m relieved to have finally cut that part of me.” Vera for the last year as she noticed Fredrick slowly changing she had hoped everything would get fixed and she could have her best friend back but she knew she really needed to end things with him.

“Good.” Jamie kissed the top of her head.

“I got an apartment in New Jersey.” Vera blurted out into the comfortable silence.

Trevor’s head popped up from where he was laying on Vera, “What! Why?”

“I thought maybe a fresh city to live in could do some good, besides my new location will be opening there soon and Nico apartment complex had an open space and Jack will be there too.” Vera explained her thoughts to the boys.

“I think it will be good for you.” Jamie reassured her thinking a new city could be good for her.

“As long as you don’t forget about us!” Trevor pouted, “And we have a lot of games in New York and New Jersey so we will be able to see you a lot.”

“And i’m keeping my house here in California and i still have to come out here a lot anyways so it won’t be that bad.” Vera reassured the pouting Trevor.

“Alright but as long as i’m still you favorite hockey player best friend, Jack cannot past me.” Trevor looked at Vera extremely seriously making Vera and Jamie throw their heads back laughing at their silly best friend.

#verahischierau #jack hughes x reader #nhl x reader #jack hughes #jh86 #luke hughes #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #nico hischier x reader #ch86 #nico hischier #jamie drysdale #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #alexandriazegrasau #nhl #nj devils #luke hughes x reader #simon nemec

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fast in my car / rúben dias

request: ruben socmed au where reader is an f1 driver 😵‍💫

pair: ferrari driver!reader x rúben dias

summary: everybody's shocked to learn that ferrari's golden girl is taken. even more so, when learning who's the lucky one.

author's note: theeee longest socmed au i've ever done 😂 hope y'all like this!! had sm fun doing it.

face claim: toni breidinger

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user1 THE BOY????? EXCUSE ME???

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user3 charles isn't that big 😂

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user1 WHY ARE YOU STILL HEREEEE

charles_leclerc hope you two liked the place i told you about 😌

user2 CHARLES MATCHMAKER ERA?

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johnstonesofficial look at you all loved up 😂

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user2 he's a man in love don't be mean john

juliaanalvarez un romántico (a romantic)

rubendias eu aprendi com você 😂 (learned from you)

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user1 when do we think they're hard launching we already know it's rúben 😂

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moonshynecybin · 7 months ago

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expand on your marc/bezz thoughts please callie i want to hear everythinggggg

what a fucking. a/b/o ass podium. truly insane dynamics on display on all fronts UMMMM. so. the only. scenario where i can see anything like this happening in marc’s crazy little hot girl mind. is if he is triangulating his desire for vale through his little protege. like the thesis of this is. alpha bezz juuuuuuust understanding his sexuality here confronted with. the wettest happiest neediest omega the world has ever seen. anyways under the cut she got. LONG ♥️

so. BASICALLY. in my mind palace marc was on heat suppressants off the shits for yearrrrrs until his arm kind of made him go cold turkey because they interfered with his pain meds (giving up control over his heats ANOTHER thing marc hates so bad about it all) and vale shows up in the paddock for the first time since marc left the murderbike to a place where marc is FINALLYYYY catching a whiff of happiness after four miserable years (portimao alsooooo compelling, but marc is now like, EYE think a lot less anxious on the bike) and marc’s biological clock decides he’s safe, realizes his alpha is in proximity (wind changes and his knees feel like jelly), and goes off like five alarm claxon sirens like YOUR DICK APPOINTMENT HAS ARRIVEDDDD. truly marc smells insane he LOOKS insane the wet patches on the racetrack on saturday where allegedly from rain but NEVER rule out that they were actually a result of marc marquez’s wap

but despite every alpha in the paddock being like IS THAT ALLOWED?? marc is like. he is stillllll learning to respect his body still yearning to put everything on the line for another taste of that top step JUST got to a place where he feels like hes adapting to the bike and gaining confidence. he literally got POLE in the SPANISHHH GRAND PRIX, thats an insane carrot on a stick for our little guy who is so wrong in the head <3 and marc has always been a guy who needs to contextualize his suffering as a narrative arc to cope with it all so hes veryyyyyy aware of the sway a weekend like this can have in terms of his confidence! AND his career! and when he crashes in the sprint he looks at his hands and SERIOUSLY considers not going for it (allllll of the injury stuff. again it’s JEREZ. and the body keeps the SCORE !!) but it’s marc and its spainnnnnn, so he spends the night before the race going through his first heat since he was 15 ALONE and feeling absolutely out of his fucking MIND. (valentino rossi inside the same square mile or so as him and he wants to pick up the phone and call him so bad he wants 2 CRY. three fingers deep in himself one of vale's hoodies from 2014 spread out on the bed and it’s not enoughhhh). but the night passes. and its sunday and he's not 100% out of it but! hes insane in the pussy and he actually feels a bit clearer. still smells crazy but less shaky and ALWAYS determined. so he races!!!

AND BEZZ. oh boy. synthesizing the thoughts of many scholars on this topic. bezz is somewhat newly single VERY newly aware of his sexuality AND the kind of alpha that sees a hot omega who is CLEARLY in heat without a partner and feels crazy. dogboy 9000%. what do you MEAN no one is taking care of him?? jennifer lawrence voice. what do you mean. what do you meannnnnn. a service top realizing no one is SERVICING marc and as such becoming wildly horny AND itchy under the collar without being able to name exactly why. base instincts are going CRAZY while pecco is politely ignoring it all.

so bez is out of his head but just barelyyyy realizing it. mostly just kind of knows that he wants marc 2 pay attention to him so bad. soso bad. clumsy a little embarrassing. truly WATCH the cooldown room video bezz is constantly asking marc little questions and touching him and trying to get him into the conversation (staring at marc waiting for him to talk and marc does not!) like bezz is going right through pecco (his homoerotic bestie of OUR fiance and straddling in parc ferme fame) to BLAST marc in the face on the podium. he is specifically going to HIM to clink champagne bottles. he is staring at marc in the press conference giving him the up and down like a horny psycho. he is complimenting his riding and licking his lips and touching marc's waist and tracing his lil finger over the part of marc that USED TO BE HURT with the careful tenderness of someone MUCH more familiar with marc than he is lmao. truly. cunt struck. scenting him off IMPOLITELY. friendship ENDED with heterosexuality marc marquez's ass is now my hypothetical best friend. if no one will top him then EYE WILL. behavior!!!

but marc is ATTEMPTING to nobly IGNORE this... aware he's in heat (its burned off a bit, for the time being, after the adrenaline of the race... mellowed out to edgy horniness...) and aware bezz is an alpha and he can SMELL how interested he is and. well the attention is interesting and feels good and the base part of his stomach that likes feeling hot enjoys the way bezz smell is tugging at him BUTTT he's taken!! like not really but he ISSSSS!! so hes ignoring bezz keeping his eyes determinedly on that screen watching the overtake he tried on pecco... but the paddock is tiny and after the race marc decides to go out and celebrate and. hes horny and happy and a lil bit keyed up from vale being there and. as fate would have it. he lands at the same bar that the academy crew is rolling at. and bezz is there and. he comes up to marc. and sort of. clumsily tries to talk to him. buy him a drink. and hes young and hes charming and marc is going to cut him loose as gracefully as he can and fuck off to ride out the rest of his heat in peace but. bezz cracks a joke in his lilting italian accent (marc has a FETISHHH) and marc barks out a jajajaja cackle before he can help it (everyone. says one of the ways bezz is most like vale is his HUMORRR)... and marc is DRUNK and bezz is SWEET and TOUCHING HIM and he smells GOOD and also. when marc closes his eyes he can catch a whiff of VALE on bezz's SKIN... and it curls into his chest and makes something in his heat addled brain settle in a way he's been craving all weekend... lighting him up and holding him down in a way that clutching onto that hoody that doesnt smell like vale anymore three fingers deep in himself didnt... and its justtttt enough to let bezz take him home....

#marc does not. ever. talk about this again. bezz trails after him all season though LMAO #vale also smells marc on bezz immediately (i think his smell is. distinct.) and. um. it is not a fun experience. not mean just crazy.#bezz is clueless though. no idea. god bless. wasnt there in 2014 to smell whatever the fuck went on with all that.#this is the least rosquez thing ive ever written for this fandom usually im a one ship girl. um but to be clear this is STILL all about val #marcbezz #cutting this loose im not. entirely happy with it but whateverrrrr

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❣️!All too well!❣️

Pairing: past Max verstappen X Cherrie . Present: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count : 7.2k.

Summary: in which Charles shows her that there’s more to being loved at midnight.

Max sat in his seat behind the long desk with a sinking feeling of dread deep in his chest as he watched his now former teammate walk into the room wearing red from head to toe, taking a seat beside her new teammate and smiling happily at the people in the room.

She didn't even seem to notice him at first, even though he was just sat right beside her waiting for her to acknowledge him , taking a deep breath to try and push down the uneasy and overwhelming feelings that overcame him as he watched her whisper something to Charles , her new teammate , giggling quietly as he nudged her shoulder with a grin.

Max pursed his lips and cleared his throat to get her attention , smiling at her her tensely when she turned her head only a little to look at him, raising a eyebrow at him questionably .

Oblivious to the brewing upset in his stomach as he watched his best friend easily fall into her new role without him.

She didn't even look upset in the slightest. Despite having spent three years by his side and driving for redbull.

There was only a giant , almost relieved smile on her pretty face as she proudly sat beside Charles in her new Ferrari race suit and hat , looking as though she had never been dressed in anything but red.

Max tried to be happy for her, knowing how much she had always dreamed of driving for a team like Ferrari. He had seen the pictures of her when she was a kid , wearing a custom Ferrari racesuit at every karting event. The way she had told everyone around her that someday she would race for her favourite team in the world.

Max had been naive in believing that her years at redbull would change her mind and make her stay.

But he had been so comfortable and secure in their friendship , and in their teamwork that her sudden move had blind sighted him and left him feeling more than a little dazed.

His chest hasn't stopped feeling tight since the day he had watched Charles leclerc Jog over to her at a party and tell her how much he couldn't wait to get to know her better and be her teammate . Cherrie easily bringing him into a hug and telling him the same thing.

Because it was no secret to anyone that the Ferrari driver had a long standing crush on his best friend , ever since they were kids and they were all racing against each other in karting completions and events.

Charles had always followed her around with hearts in his eyes despite Cherrie being completely oblivious to his feelings , only ever focused on winning.

Max hadn't been oblivious . But he had felt smug and triumphant the moment that Cherrie was announced as his teammate instead of Charles what felt like so long ago now.

He had thought that it would mean that the mans little crush would fade and that nothing would ever happen between the two of them. Because she was by his side more often than not which meant that Charles didn't stand a chance with her, not while max was around.

But now she was no longer his teammate but charles’s and he could only watch in silent uneasiness as Cherrie gave him all her attention like it was the normal between them now. Laughing at his little jokes he whispered to her to make her laugh , smiling at him like he was her new best friend .

As though she hadn't been on a podium not so long ago with Max's arms around her as they celebrated together , smiling up at him like he was the only person in the world .

That had been the most happiest moment of his life. Winning with her and celebrating with her. The two of them partying all night and ended up curled up against each other between the sheets at the end of the night. Like they always did.

Because the friendship and intimacy between them had always been easy. Had always been casual and unspoken of between them.

To the outside world they were just good friends and even better teammates . But behind closed doors max had her all to himself. She was the one that he went to when he felt like he had no one left to call that really cared about him.

It was her arms that he fell into when he was tired, it was her arms that he slept in when he just wanted peace and safety .

It was her lips that he kissed whenever they shared a bottle a wine or downed shots together at yet another party, both of them blaming the alcohol for their actions and max just laughing it off whenever she asked him why he always ended up in her bed when they were drunk .

He should have told her that he loved her. But he was too much of a coward to tell her sober and that kissing her while drunk was the only way he got to play pretend .

The only time where he had enough confidence and carelessness to take her to his bed and pretend that she would never leave .

She been his lover in secret . But his best friend to the rest of the world .

But as he watched Charles smile at her shyly , their chairs so close together that he was practically pressed against her side . His eyes never leaving her pretty face as she smiled at the reporters cheekily, proudly showing off her Ferrari cap to them . Not at all bothered by the change of her life.

She just kept smiling while max felt like his entire world was crashing down.

Watching the love of his life only give him a friendly glance , muttering a quick hello to him. Despite not having seen him in over three month. The longest the two hadn't fallen into old habits .

Max was struggling without her . Confused and angry , restless and uneasy by the sudden change.

Yet Cherrie had never looked more relaxed and confident in herself . No longer clinging to his side or chatting to him during press while max told her to be quite , he would lean away from her subtly during their conferences in the past, not wanting anyone to notice their familiar closeness .

Not wanting anyone to see how much he loved her.

He had been so worried with what everyone else would think about him and too concerned with keeping his feelings a secret. That he had failed to see her slowly pulling away from him in return.

Because although she still acted like she was his friend . No longer did she kiss him when she was drunk and no longer did she whisper jokes to him to try and make him smile at her . Wanting to make him laugh even though max barely ever cracked , just giving her a small shake of his head to get her to stop.

He only ever laughed with her in private . He only ever held her when they were alone.

But now as he watched Charles smile at her , unafraid of what anyone else thought of the way he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Max felt like a crate had fallen upon his shoulders as he watched Cherrie lean into her new teammate like she used to do with him.

He inhaled deeply , Nudging her side . "Where have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in too long.." he muttered to her quietly , keeping his eyes locked on the side of her pretty face .

Cherrie just smiled at him a little , leaning back

In her seat and giving a little casual shrug.

No blush came to her cheeks like it usually did whenever max would lean close to her and refuse to look away.

Instead she stayed calm and unbothered , looking back at him easily. Not at all nervous about the eye contact like she usually was.

"Just been getting to know my new team. I've been busy.." she simply answered him.

Charles , having been listening to them, leaned forward on the table and smiled over at max . Oblivious to his growing dislike for him.

Instead he just chuckled and told him "I've been trying to convince her to move to Monaco. I took her on a tour over the weekend but I think it was the ice cream shop that won her over." He giggled , glancing at her fondly .

Cherrie just smirked and looked over at him , nudging his shoulder gently with her own.

"Best ice cream I've ever had . If you ever want to change careers then being a professional tour guide would be the perfect job for you." She joked to him.

Charles laughed "no thank you! Then I'd have to be surrounded by more people all day. I don't think I'd enjoy it very much." He scrunched up his nose , more of an introvert just like Cherrie was.

Their need for peace and hatred of being in crowds only bonded them further .

Cherrie humming along in agreement. "Honestly.. I love this job but If I could get away with just going straight home after the race instead of doing press and having to socialise with people without being sued..." she sighed dreamily at the idea "that'd be lovely . To win a race and then just go straight home to bed.."

Charles grinned, nodding his head along with her words. "Definitely! But order some food on the way home too. Some pasta .." he mused giving her a knowing glance.

Cherrie lit up , laughing . "Obviously-"

Max buttered into their made up plans with a frown , looking at Cherrie in confusion . "I thought you hated pasta? You've always said that you don't like to eat it because it's always too dry or boring." He had tried to get her to eat it for years but she would never budge on her stance .

So he could only watch with growing unease as Cherrie just shrugged casually and laughed, nudging Charles again who was looking more than a little proud of himself .

"Turns out I just hadn't tried the right pasta before. Charles made me some and oh my god.." she gushed to him, unaware of the feelings she was causing him.

"He made me pesto and then macaroni. And then there was this other one with this garlic sauce.. honestly .. best thing I've ever eaten in my life. So if I weigh more now and the team scolds me , this is entirely your fault Charles." She told him with a grin, laughing a little .

Charles just beamed at her , his cheeks flushing from her complimenting his food . Having spent weeks making her different pasta dishes after she had told him that she didn't like pasta. He had been on a mission to change her mind.

A pretty easy thing to do apparently . One bite and now she was a pasta fanatic .

Charles just liked watching her eat the food he made for her, liked to see the little dance she did in her chair when she hummed happily , eating like she had been starving her whole life . Not at all bothered about stuffing her face in front of him.

He also liked the way she would kiss his cheek in thanks afterwords. Promising him that she could cook for him next time too.

He just liked her. He liked her company and he liked her smile. He liked every single thing about her and unlike max , he wasn't scared to show his feelings .

Before he could say anything else , the reporter cleared his throat and the conference quickly started up again.

Max frowned to himself as he leaned back in his chest. Still a little hurt by the way she had apparently fallen in love with Charles cooking while max had begged her to let him make her pasta for years , only ever getting a firm no . Refusing to try anything new.

Apparently she didn't have that resolve with her new teammate. Max felt his stomach sink even further as he briefly recalled a moment from a year ago ago when Cherrie had told him that she would happily try pasta if he took her out to dinner, telling him excitedly about a new fancy restaurant that had opened up around the corner .

Max had scoffed and told her that he'd just make her some at home. That it was a bad idea to go out together incase someone spotted them and took any photographs of them on a date , all Cosy together. Still too afraid to be anything but friends with her in public .

She had never asked him to take her out to dinner again after that.

He wished then that he had taken her out to dinner every night. That he had laughed at her silly little jokes and smiled at her just because.

Maybe then he wouldn't be sitting beside her feeling like he was losing her with each breath he took.

"Cherrie. How does it feel to be the new driver for a team like Ferrari? It came as a surprise to the fans who had assumed that you would have resigned a contract with redbull . Was there any hesitation in your move? Any reason to why you chose to leave?" The man asked her , camera filming the three of them closely .

Cherrie fiddled with the bottle of water on the table , smiling a little as she thought about the best way to Answer him. Knowing that every little thing she would say would be picked apart for drama and speculation .

She knew that no one had expected her sudden move to the red team. No one but herself who had known what she was going to do for a while now.

Yet she still felt a little guilty as she glanced beside her to see max frowning down at the table in front of him , obviously not happy with her move either.

But she had to do it. She had to put herself first for once .

She wanted to be selfish and she wanted a chance to move away from the shadow of just being a silly girl who followed max around like a lost puppy , just begging for scraps of his attention . Only ever getting it when the doors closed behind them.

She had loved working with him, that was not doubtful. They had been great teammates and great friends .

But she was tired of the same old secret glances and broken promises . The years passing her by in the blink of an eye and Cherrie had still found herself waiting in the sidelines for him to chose her, for him to not be so ashamed of loving her .

She couldn't wait forever .

She couldn't just keep standing in a crowded room and never feeling more alone even though he was standing by her side , his fingers brushing hers as he refused to even touch her properly in case someone saw .

So how could she say no when an offer to drive for Ferrari came up?

Alongside a new teammate who had never been afraid of hugging her in public . Who had always laughed at her stupid jokes and smiled at her brightly whenever she walked into a room, who wasn't afraid of embarrassing himself just to make her laugh .

Who would wave his hands in the air like a crazy person to get her attention among hundreds of people watching them.

Who , the first night of her signing her contract had took her out to her favourite restaurant without her even mentioning wanting to go. Who had simply told her that he would pick her up at seven.

Who had held her hand to pull her through the flashing cameras surrounding them.

Who hasn't shied away from her in the eyes of strangers , uncaring of who saw them together .

It was a no brainer and there had been no hesitation to sigh that contract and start over again.

It was for the best.

"It feels amazing . I've always dreamed ever since I was a little kid of being able to drive for Ferrari." She told the press honestly , quietly and with a small smile .

Feeling Charles place his hand over hers that was twitching on her knee anxiously , quietly stopping her from pulling at her clothes anymore. Not even glancing away from the reporter as he gave her hand a comforting squeeze.

Cherrie let out a small laugh, exhaling loudly to expel the stress she felt . Smiling to herself at the feeling of Charles hand over her own.

“And there wasn't really any hesitation or a particular reason for me doing it. It just felt like it was the right time.. things can't stay the same way forever and .." she glanced over at a silent max for a moment before glancing away.

"-I think that sometimes change is the only choice. Even when it feels scary and overwhelming..change can be a good thing . At least I hope it Is a good thing for me .." she laughed again, pushing her hair behind her ear .

Looking beside her to see Charles already smiling at her encouragingly , tapping his fingers over her knuckles to let her know that she was doing good .

She took a deep breath and looked back to the cameras, refusing to look over at max who she could see was now staring at her from the corner of her eye.

Hearing him Inhale sharply at her words, no doubt hearing the double meaning behind them referring to their complicated relationship.

"So yeah. I'm excited and happy for what my future holds here. I'll definitely miss my old team but..." she shrugged a little "it's time to move on and open a new page in my life ." She said firmly , smiling at them to let them know she was finished with her answer .

The man nodded his head , asking her another question quickly . "Will you miss your old teammate ? I imagine it will be quite a change working side by side with Charles now seeing as you and max having been teammates for quite some time." He asked her curiously.

Everyone having picked up on their chemistry and closeness over the years , surprised to see her now so willing to leave that all behind.

Cherrie slowly nodded her head. Clearing her throat a little with a small, nervous chuckle.

Glancing beside her to see max looking at her blankly with his lips pursed.

She took a deep breath and answered what came to mind first. "I will miss him. He's been in my life for a long time now and had become someone that..that I deeply care about but .." she laughed nervously , pulling on charle's fingers , twirling around one of his rings. Unable to stop fidgeting . It was a bad, anxious habit she had.

"Maybe he'll do even better without me now-"

Max scoffed and shook his head at her, looking at her in silent disbelief .

"Definitely not. We worked well together , it'll be strange doing it without you by my side now." He muttered , looking straight at her.

I can't do this without you. Is what he wanted to say.

Cherrie didn't hear his silent plea.

She just smiled at him a little "we'll still be racing together. Just in different cars ." She said laughing , Charles joining her .

He looked between the two of them with a grin, oblivious of the tension between the two ex teammates.

"It will be fun to see you both fighting against each other on the track . You've always had orders to have his back but now you can have the chance at beating him. It'll be very fun to watch." He grinned at her, nudging her shoulder and making her laugh at how excited he seemed at the very thought of her in a Ferrari overtaking her old teammate on the track.

Max smiled a little forcefully . Glancing down at the way the two were pressed together side by side , their arms never leaving each other.

"I think I'll still win. You've definitely downgraded with the new car. Ferrari is pretty but not as powerful as redbulls." He tried joking .

Cherrie just laughed, not even glancing at him as she said "but I've upgraded with Charles . So.." grinning as the crowd in front of them laughed and 'oooohed' at her jab at him.

Charles was giggling beside her, cheeks red as she winked at him teasingly .

Max just shook his head , keeping the smile on his face despite the way he felt like his heart was breaking with each moment he saw between them.

He managed to finally catch her on her own after the conference . Waiting for Charles to be pulled away into some other media duties before he gently pulled her into a empty room.

Cherrie didn't look surprised by his actions. Simply letting him close the door behind them, sitting down on the edge of a table and glancing up at him calmly .

Folding her hands on her lap and watching him closely as he leant against the door and looked down at her quietly .

There was nothing but tense silence for a moment before max finally broke it, his voice quiet.

"I've missed you." He told her , tucking his hands into his pockets so he wouldn't pull her into his arms and hold her tight like he wanted to.

Usually at this point she would smile and hug him tightly , telling him that she missed him too.

But not this time. Instead she just smiled a little and shrugged her shoulders softly .

"I've been busy-" she started to make her excuse for being so distant from him.

"With Charles. You've been busy with him." He cut her off bitterly . Crossing his arms over his chest and struggling to keep the upset from his face .

Cherrie paused , eyeing him with a small frown before sighing quietly .

"Yes ...with Charles too. We've been getting to know each other more . We actually have a lot in common, I don't know why I hadn't become better friends with him before this." She replied but she knew the answer to her own question too.

She hadn't given Charles a chance before . Hadn't even looked at him twice because all she had cared about was max .

Her whole head had been filled with making sure that she only loved him In secret , too busy hiding their rendezvouses from their friends to give much thought to anything , or anyone else.

For years , for her it had been max , max and max. He had been her top priority alway.

Yet she hadn't even made it in his top three .

She only became centre of his mind when the sun went down and they were alone again. He needed her then, only at midnight.

Cherrie had needed him always. Maybe that had been the problem . Her downfall .

She had always loved too much and never gotten back in return what she so easily gave away.

"This- this isn't going to change us is it? We're-" he hesitated . Not knowing how to even label what they had. "-were still friends aren't we? We're okay?" It came out more of a plea than a question , desperate for her to make him feel better again.

Cherrie just looked at him for a moment. Taking in his soft eyes and downturned lips, the way he took a small step to be closer to her.

For the first time ever, she took a step away from him.

Keeping her smile in place even though she felt her resolve building , felt something shift inside of her that felt a lot like hope. That felt a lot like letting go.

"We're okay max." She told him quietly , squeezing his arm gently before stepping around him to get to the door.

Thinking about how Charles was no doubt waiting for her in the parking lot, having told her that he was taking her out for dinner again tonight.

They were going to muilens , a restaurant that Cherrie had begged for max to go with her on her last birthday, a place where she had went a lot as a kid with her own family .

He had refused to go with her 'they'll be too many people watching us. You know what people will think if they see us dining together at night.." he had told her with a apologetic grimace , kissing her head and telling her that he was going to order them some takeout instead .

Charles had practically begged her to take him when she told him of one of her favourite places to eat. He had listened with rapture and interest as she told him about her memory's as a child there, laughing at her funny stories of her family .

He had booked a reservation without her even having to ask. Telling her that he couldn't wait to see the place that she held so fondly in her heart .

The reminder of the difference between them was enough to make any hesitation to stay fade away.

She just gave max a smile and for once didn't feel any sadness or any anger at his refusal to be seen with her as anything other than friends .

Then she walked away and left max being the one stood alone in a empty room for a change.

Max knew that things weren't going to be okay between them anymore when an accident played out on the track between him and Charles .

His rearer wheel having clipped the ferraris front wheel and sent them both spinning in opposite directions of the track, both of them crashing into the walls at full speed.

It was almost a replay of his crash the year before with another driver . The only difference this time being that as he was pulling himself out of his wrecked car , he looked over and seen Cherrie pull herself out of her own Ferrari despite orders not to. The same way she always did for him as his teammate too.

Only this time she wasn't running to max. She didn't even glance in his direction, her focus set on the man pulling himself out of the broken Ferrari opposite him.

She ran to Charles and quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, helping get him out and hurriedly making sure that he was okay.

Max could only watch silently , feeling his heart break in his chest as Charles took a hold of her arms and assured her that he was okay before pulling her into a familiar embrace.

Holding onto her tightly , their helmets knocking together but neither of them caring as the medics came running over , ushering Charles along with them.

He watched as Charles reached behind him to grab at cherries hand , talking to the medic and tugging her along with him, her fingers easily intertwining with his like she had held his hand a hundred times before.

And maybe she had.

Because last year when Cherrie had ran over to him with worry in her voice asking him if he was okay, he had pushed her away.

Snapping at her to get back into her car and stop making a scene , too worried about what everyone was going to think when they saw her embrace him. He had quickly pulled away and missed the way her eyes had filled with tears , too busy walking away to notice .

He wondered if this was karma showing him a little too late what he had done wrong .

Showing her with Charles , who didn't hesitate to hold her hand and pull her close .

Reaching over to pull off her helmet so he could look into her eyes as he reassured her over and over again that he was okay, smiling at her fondly when she still fussed over him, not at all worried about what people would think. He just pulled her closer.

While max had pulled away.

He swallowed down the lump rising in his throat and looked away, silently following the medic and regretting every moment that he had pushed her away in fear .

Too much of a coward to love her proudly and publicly .

Too much of an idiot to see the moment that she had finally had enough and done the same to him.

Pushing him away just like he had done to her over the years, again and again and again.

And the pain that he felt rising in his chest was only a feeling that Cherrie had known all too well.

Max thought that he could apologise and make it up to her again at her birthday party. Some big fancy club that her friends had rented out for her , feeling almost like things were back to normal between them again as he sat beside her in the booth while she rambled on about her day.

Unable to take his eyes off her. She looked so beautiful and confident beside him, dressed in a sparkling red dress with her hair perfectly curled and makeup dark and sultry .

With a air of happiness surrounding her . She had never looked or felt more beautiful .

Giving max a casual grin as she sipped on her favourite cocktail drink, it was bright pink and had a tiny umbrella in it, sugar around the rim.

Over the years she had tried to get max to try it , but he never did. Claiming that he didn't like 'girly drinks' and just stuck to his whiskey and beer instead.

She was happy and tipsy enough to try again, lifting her bright pink cocktail in his direction hopefully. Giving him another chance.

"It's my birthday! You have to try it!" She almost has to shout to be heard over the booming music in the club . "It's so nice! It's really good!" She tried to convince him with wide eyes , waving it at him.

Max shook his head , pushing her hand away from him with a small laugh.

Glancing down at the end of the booth to see Daniel giving him a pointed look, nodding at him to just give in and try the bloody drink .

Being the only other driver that knew about their past and his complicated feelings for her.

Being the only one to give him a slap around the head and tell him to stop being so afraid of what other people thought . That good love doesn't wait around for nothing.

"No. No. I don't want to. It's pink and I don't like sweet drinks!" He denied her again, not wanting to get caught and have pictures of himself with a pink drink in his hand all over the internet .

Cherrie pouted at him , blinking her eyes at him prettily . "But it's so good! How will you know you don't like it if you never try it?- please max-" she whined , nudging his shoulder with a hopeful grin.

He just shook his head at her "no-" he was about to deny her request again when a familiar driver stumbled over to them .

Looking down at them with a tipsy grin, ruffling cherries hair with a loud laugh.

"I've been looking for you! Are you having fun?" Charles shouted down to her happily, eyes never leaving her pretty face. Leaning against the table , not sitting down.

She looked up at him with a smile , lifting up her pink cocktail to him with a slight pout .

"Max won't try it! I've been trying to convince him for years but he won't try anything I like! He never does !” She whined, drunk enough not to care about anybody else hearing her moan on about another little thing that max did that upset her.

Charles just glanced down at the pink drink with a smile , Tilting his head at her .

“It tastes good?" He asked her while pulling out his phone and motioning for her to pose with it .

"Smile beauty!" He exclaimed while laughing loudly as she beamed up at him toothily , lifting the drink up in front of her proudly as he took a picture of her.

Shaking his head fondly at her before putting his phone back away. His camera roll already filled with candid photos and memories that the two of them had made together.

Max had never taken pictures of her. Too afraid of them being leaked to the public.

Charles had a whole folder dedicated to pictures of just her. Shared for all of his friends to see.

Cherrie glanced up at him hopefully , hesitating slightly before asking "you want to try it? I promise you it's really good! It's my favourite!" She was ready for him to reject her offer like max did, already lowering her glass.

But Charles surprised her by taking the glass from

Her hand and taking a swig without hesitation , pulling a impressed face as he swallowed it down, looking back down at Cherrie with a giant grin.

"It's good! Very sweet! We should have these at movie night." He said to her unashamed , even grinning at Lando who was taking a photo of him with the bright pink drink, Charles not embarrassed at all.

He just liked the beaming smile Cherrie gave him as she gasped loudly , giggling. Overly happy at something that was so simple to others. But it meant everything to her.

"You like it?!" She gasped happily , gazing up at him with wide eyes. Laughing loudly when he rapidly nodded his head and drained the last of her drink.

"If you like it then I like it! You tried that whiskey that I had last week." He simply countered back "it's only fair that I try what you like too!"

Cherrie's smiled couldn't get any bigger .

Her face suddenly lighting up as a familiar song blared around the club, gasping loudly and smacking max on the arm in excitement.

"It's Shakira! Oh my god this is my shit!" She yelled happily jumping up to her feet. Looking down at max with a smile "are you coming?!" She motioned over to the dance floor, already knowing what his answer would be. But giving him once last chance to try again.

Max slowly shook his head, frowning to himself as he watched her climb out of the booth and over to Charles with a excited grin.

"I don't dance. You know that.." he muttered, upset by the way she wasn't even looking at him anymore .

Too busy giggling at Charles who was shaking his hips at her jokingly .

"Whenever! Wherever! We're meant to be together!" He sang loudly , unashamedly .

Too focused on making Cherrie laugh as he span her around with his arm, Cherrie giggling as she pulled him along to the dance floor with her happily .

"You like Shakira! You wanna dance with me?" Max could hear her shout to Charles just before they were out of reach.

Charles just pulling a face like his answer should be obvious , wrapping his arms around her waist and dancing with her without a care in the world for who was watching .

"Yes! I'll dance with you anytime!" Charles shouted down to her , laughing loudly as he spun her around in a circle again. Both of them jumping up and down and dancing like a pair of crazy people, grinning at each other and taking turns singing the chorus.

Cherrie looked happy.

Truly and purely happy as she giggled hysterically, tears of laughter in her eyes as Charles wiggled his butt at her just to make her laugh.

Biting down on his lip in adoration as he watched her beam up at him, covering her face with her hands as she pretended to push him away.

Before falling back into his arms with a gentle tug of his hand on her arm , wrapping her arms around his neck as they danced together without a care in the world

Max felt his heart sink as he watched them, Daniel shaking his head at him in disappointment .

"Dude..." he sighed out , looking over at him with a frown .

“Why didn't you dance with her? Why don't you ever dance with her? That's all she wanted.." he said, not understanding why he couldn't just let go and make be happy.

Max didn't have an answer for him.

Too busy watching the way Cherrie was smiling up at Charles like he was the only person in the world.

The same smile that she used to give him. The same smile that he never returned out of fear of strangers realising how in love with her he was.

"The only persons opinion you should have cared about is hers Max. Not some stranger that you don't even know. You should have only cared about what she thought about you mate.." Daniel told him honestly , not impressed with the years of watching his friend brush her affections and love away like it was a nuisance for him.

Watching the way cherries smile had faded each time max looked embarrassed at her affection.

Each time he let go of her hand, each time that he refused to hug her back in front of a crowd . Each time that he venomously denied them ever being more than friends despite being the one that he ran to each night .

Despite the fact that he could love her at midnight yet he couldn't even hold her hand in the morning.

Daniel had watched cherrie's happiness crumble and seen the way she had retreated into herself.

She didn't talk so loud , she didn't walk so proud anymore.

Until Charles came along and wrapped her back up In sunshine. Unashamed to be with her and loudly gushing over her at every chance he got. Proudly telling anyone he could about how amazing his teammate was.

He held her hand in the morning and he fell asleep holding her hand to his chest at night.

He drank pink cocktails with her. He ate her weird foods and took her to her favourite restaurants.

She didn't have to beg him to spend time with her, didn't have to plead for his attention because his eyes were already watching her with a smile that spoke a thousand words.

Because while max had spent years only ever loving her in secret. Refusing to tell their friends and refusing to put a label on what they were.

Charles had spent years silently loving her in the background too .

Waiting for the day that she would see him too. Patiently waiting for her to realise that she deserved more than rushed fucks in the bathroom and hurried kisses in the dark.

That she deserved not to be hidden away like her love was something to be ashamed of. She didn't deserve to be anyone's dirty secret.

It had taken years of crying herself to sleep and tears of wishing that she could be someone that max wasn't ashamed of loving.

Years of hoping that this time next year would be the one where he admitted that he loved her. Where he suddenly became proud of being by her side.

But that never happened and Cherrie had enough.

She had opened the door to leave and found Charles waiting patiently for her on the other side with fulfilled promises and no more Empty dreams.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world." Charles told her with a breath of awe , holding her to his chest as they danced away without caring about who was watching .

Cherrie blushed, glancing up at him hopefully , broken heart shattered no more. Feeling the pieces slowly start to fix back together as she looked at the soft look on Charles face , the way his arms held her so proudly , the way he touched her so softly , admiring her openly without any shame.

"Really?"

Max had never told her how beautiful she was before. Not outside of sex.

She felt butterflies fill her stomach as she watched Charles cheeks colour red , shyly meeting her eyes.

He swallowed, laughing bashfully yet he still pulled her closer to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Really. I've always thought it but never got the chance to tell you.." he told her honestly , eyes never leaving her own.

And max could only watch with growing regret in his chest and sickness in his stomach as Cherrie cupped his face in her hands delicately , shaking her head at him with a look on her face that he had never seen before.

It was a open look of softness, of admiration ... of disbelief and awe. As if she couldn't believe what she was being told.

As if she had just discovered what love truly was.

Because what was love if you couldn't touch it. You couldn't feel it? You can't hear it or taste it on your tongue?

What was love if it was never spoken? Never felt and never given without shame...?

And that was the moment that max knew he had lost her to Charles.

Tears filling his eyes as he shakily held onto his whiskey, watching as Charles leaned down and kissed Cherrie in front of a crowded room without any shame.

Cherrie leaning into him and smiling against his lips, both of them laughing into the kiss in relief and in love as he proudly told her what max should have all along.

"I love you. You're so easy to fall in love with.." Charles breathed out , nudging their noses together gently. Completely in awe of her .

And for once in a long , long time. Cherrie didn't feel alone in a crowded room.

The arms around her didn't feel so cold and temporary.

There was no ticking timer on her heart, counting down the seconds until he pulled away and she would be alone again, left filled with shame .

There was nothing but Charles smiling down at her. Pulling her closer to his body and telling her he loved her in front of all of their friends .

Cherrie felt what it felt like for a man to love you without restrictions . Without rules and regulations. Without shame and regret.

She felt her heart shine. She felt the pieces that she had thought to be broken beyond repair, become whole again.

She felt happy. She felt love. And she knew it was real then.

Knew that this was what it was supposed to feel like to be in love so purely .

Love wasn't supposed to hurt her. Love wasn't supposed to make her cry herself to sleep at night.

Love wasn't supposed to slip out of her room in the the early hours of the morning so he couldn't be seen with her.

Love was Charles. Who smiled at her so softly , so pure and genuine that she knew.

This was what she had been waiting for her whole life.

She was done waiting for max who was too afraid to love her in the light .

Why should she torture herself anymore when she had a man that looked at her like she had hung the stars in his universe?

Who kissed her like she was a goddess that could grant all of his wishes and give him everlasting happiness till the day that they died...

She was loved.

She just wished that she had realised it sooner .

She had Been loving the wrong man all along.

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