#imgaine

[yup-thats-me]

''stay with me, I don't want you to leave'' — G. Satoru

pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

summary: Gojo wants to recreate this cute trend with his cute girlfriend

Gojo barged into the room, totally disregarding his girlfriend who was silently enjoying her book with a cup of coffee. By this time, Y/n was accustomed to her lover’s antiques.

“What is it now, Gojo?” She sighed, putting the book down.

With a cheeky grin, Gojo handed her a brand-new lipstick that he just got from Dior on his way back from Jujutsu Tech. Taking it back, Y/n looked at him questioningly.

“…Thank you…?”

“…”

“Are you not happy? Is the color not to your liking?” Gojo pouted childishly making Y/n giggle. “It's not that, you big baby,” she smiled pecking his lips. “But what’s the occasion?”

It was nothing new for her lover to buy her gifts, considering how much Gojo loved to spoil the people he loved. But this was too sudden— they were not going on a date, and nor was it her birthday, so this must be one of his ploys to do something mischievous—typical Gojo.

“Put it on and kiss me.”

Y/n blinked at her lover a few times. “You want me to kiss you with this on?”

Gojo nodded his head furiously. Giving in, she opened the cap, and with the help of Gojo who held up his phone to help her apply the cosmetic correctly, she kissed him on the cheek.

Thinking it was the end, she attempted to wipe it off with a tissue before Gojo stopped her.

“Again!”

A smile played on Y/n’s lips. “You want me to kiss you again? With the lipstick?”

Gojo again shook his head, This went on for a couple of minutes — she would apply the lipstick, kiss Gojo, apply it, and kiss him. This was getting a little troubling. Don’t get her wrong though. Y/n loves to kiss her boyfriend but she would like to know why this sudden obsession of kissing came over her darling babe.

Before Gojo asked her to kiss him again, Y/n stopped putting the lipstick down. “Babe, I love to kiss you but your face is literally covered in them—” She cut herself off when the realization finally hit her. “Don’t tell me you were recreating that lipstick trend from tiktok?”

Gojo shyly hid his face with his hands while giggling like a two-year-old. His actions made Y/n burst out laughing. Her boyfriend can really be a kid sometimes,

“You could have asked me to do it instead of making this such a suspense, you dummy!”

“But I wanted it to be a surprise”, Gojo finally said and pointed it to the camera he had hidden (don’t ask me how or when) After Y/n calmed down from her giggling hysteria, she spoke. “Do you want me to recreate it properly, this time?”

“You would?’’ Gojo’s bright blue eyes held a light in them.

“Why not? I can’t possibly deny my boyfriend of such an adorable request, now can I?”

It was Gojo’s time to kiss Y/n on the lips.

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[thebluehair23]

Imagine a reader being teased by her husband gil galad for saving him.

----Gil-galad, now safe thanks to his wife's bravery, lets his gratitude and love for her show with gentle teasing and heartfelt words.

Title: The King’s Beloved

The night was quiet as you and Gil-galad found shelter in a small, secluded cottage deep in the forest, far from the orc camp where you had just saved him. Despite the dangers of the night and your exhaustion, you couldn’t help but feel the tension as he stared at you, eyes filled with both admiration and mischief.

After settling in, he turned to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?” he said, his voice soft, almost a purr. “The great High King, saved by his wife—who’s barely taking care of herself because she’s also carrying our child.”

You blushed, avoiding his gaze. “I couldn’t let you stay there,” you murmured. “I would have done anything.”

He reached out, lifting your chin so you met his eyes. “Anything,” he repeated, his tone rich with warmth. “It takes a heart as fierce as yours to risk so much for me.” He brushed a loose strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “Tell me, my love… how did I become worthy of someone so brave?”

Your cheeks flushed even more, his words wrapping around your heart. “I don’t think I’m so brave,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, drawing closer. “Oh, but you are. To come all that way, to face orcs and fire, all to rescue a fool who managed to get herself captured… and while carrying our child, no less.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I am in awe of you.”

You looked down, your heart racing. “I only did what any wife would do.”

“Not just any wife,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “No one else would have had the courage or the fire to do what you did.” His hand moved to rest gently on your stomach, a soft smile breaking over his face. “It seems our child will have quite the story of how their mother braved danger to bring their father home.”

The tenderness in his gaze made your heart flutter. “Stop,” you said, embarrassed but feeling warmth bloom in your chest.

But he wasn’t finished. Tilting your face up again, he leaned in, his lips brushing your forehead as he whispered, “How could I ever thank you? What words could possibly express how much I love you?”

Before you could respond, he pulled back, a hint of playfulness returning to his eyes. “It’s a shame I didn’t see you in action, though. I imagine it was quite the sight—my beautiful wife, charging into battle for her king. Perhaps I should make you my queen’s champion.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Oh, please. I only managed to avoid the orcs because of luck.”

“Luck? Hardly,” he replied, taking your hand in his. “It was all courage, all heart. You have both in abundance, my love.” His thumb traced circles over your knuckles as he continued, “I’ve always admired that about you. But tonight…” He leaned in close, his lips almost brushing your ear. “Tonight, I’m simply enchanted.”

Your heart raced, his words leaving you warm and flustered. You tried to look away, but he held your gaze, his eyes shining with that familiar affection and devotion. “You make it difficult for me to focus on anything else,” he said, his voice a deep murmur.

Unable to contain your blush, you tried to play it off with a laugh. “You should rest, Gil-galad. We both should.”

But he pulled you closer, his expression softening. “Only if you’ll rest with me. I’ve been without you far too long. I think tonight, I just want you close.”

Blushing but unable to resist, you nestled into his arms, finding comfort in his embrace. And as the night wrapped around you, his gentle words lingered in your heart, filling you with a warmth that you knew would last long after the dawn.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Sonny Carisi: Tears For A Good Man 

I was writing a Nick Amaro story. This popped into my head, and it wouldn’t let go. My first attempt at another one of my favorite SVU men Carisi. I was nervous to write him, but I had so much fun with it. Someone has to tell me if I hit his character right.  

Your mind is in a whirlwind. You have no idea how you’ve come to be at this spot in your life. It doesn’t feel real. Your life wasn’t like this. Good things just didn’t happen to you like this. So, you just watched the scene play out in front of you through misty eyes. Time had slowed, and words were taking longer to process adding to the surreal state. 

Sonny didn’t notice as he pulled Chinese food boxes from a paper bag and set them on your desk. He was chatting animally, about how he wasn’t sure if you were still trying to cut back on carbs, and that you really didn’t need to. He had been craving Chinese and he thought you should eat some too. He honestly liked his woman with meat on their bones, curves, he was Italian after all. But he had gotten you a salad too.   

You had been the one complaining to him last week that since you had started seeing him two months ago you had gained almost ten pounds and now your pants were tight. Sonny was an amazing cook and he loved to feed you. You loved to eat his cooking, but he couldn’t really be okay with you gaining weight, could he? No man was like that. They were visual, they wanted their woman to look like they had just walked off the runway impossibly small. It had been a hard pill to swallow as you had started dating in high school. As you had gotten older it hadn’t gotten better. Men had a way of giving women body issues.   

“I got you a Coke before I remembered that you're giving up pop too. So, I got you a Raspberry Lemonade instead.” He was setting the drinks on the desk as he spoke, “Then I remembered how much sugar it had and got you water. I got tell you though doll, a salad and water doesn’t sound like much of a meal to me.” There was a twinge of exasperation in his voice. 

You feel tears start to roll down your face. Sonny had only texted you an hour beforehand to see if you had time for a quick lunch. You had expected to just meet him somewhere, you didn’t have a lot of time but enough to sit down and eat. You hadn't expected him to come over with a feast of Chinese food for the both of you, a salad if you decided you wanted to continue your healthy eating, and three different drinks because honestly who did that? You would blame the tears on PMS because in what world does a girl start crying because her boyfriend is being nice and respectful to her.  

When Sonny turns and sees your tears, he cuts off midsentence concern written all over his face. “Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong sweetheart?” You can’t say anything emotions bubbling up through your stomach. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to.” You roll your eyes at yourself for being stupid, not him. When Sonny sees it, he doesn’t interpret it that way. He reaches for you putting a hand on your shoulder. His voice lowered to almost a whisper, “Is it because I brought that salad? Honey, I don’t want you to eat that. I was just,” He groaned bringing his other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I was just trying to be respectful of your decisions. In hindsight, I can see how it looks bad though.” His voice is tense and then changes to a more upbeat problem-solving tone, “I’ll just go get you something different. Anything you want, just tell me.” 

You shake your head at the absolute absurdity of this situation. You finally find your voice, “Sonny please, stop.” He pauses near the closed door of your office. “It’s not the salad. I-I'm just being stupid.” He walked back up to you, caressing your tearstained cheek and wiping at the stray tears with his thumb. Sonny had always been a problem solver, so his mind went to the next possible problem.  

“Am I moving too fast again?” That was something you had told Sonny. It had been in a serious conversation right as you agreed to start a relationship where you had admitted that his confidence and speed of the relationship scared your jaded fragile heart. You had admitted none of your relationships had lasted over six months and that you were nervous about ruining the good thing that the two of you had. “I’m trying to keep it slow baby, but it’s something new to me. I didn’t think lunch would be a big deal. I mean we have before-” Your lower lip trembled as you saw the frustration in his face. You were forcing your insecurity onto him.  

“No Sonny, you're not.” You wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him tightly to you, he is stunned for a minute before returning the embrace heartily rubbing you back comfortingly. “Thank you,” You whisper in his ear squeezing him tighter. 

“Um, I-I'm not going to lie doll, I’m coming up empty on this one.” One of his hands is still rubbing your back, the other twisted into your hair. Your next words make the tension fall from his shoulders as he kisses your head before tucking it back under his chin. 

“Thank you, for showing me what a good man is really like.”

I know it was short, but this was just to get my feet wet. I love Sonny but I’ve never written a character like him before. I hope everyone finds their Carisi. If you haven’t, you're in good company. Love you guys xoxo                   

[chaoticas-hell]

Okay wait wait wait wait wait- so Kayleigh Day is from Ireland right? And part of the reason she didn't tell Wymack she was pregnant was because she didn't want to move to the US, right? So that means Kevin grew up in Ireland until she died, right?? Does this mean Kevin has a secret Irish accent?? Little Kevin with an Irish accent!

[soccer-love]

Prom Date

Giulia Gwinn x reader

Song recommendation: Recognize me - Sofia de la Torre (Only on YouTube) 

“Hey Y/N!” Giulia calls out, I turn around and see her running towards me. 

We just ended practice and I was one of the first ones to leave, to go home. 

“Yes?” I say, she gives me a big smile.  

“You gotta minute?” 

“For you, always.” She laughs at my comment, making my heart jump a little. 

“Some of us, thought about having a night out on Friday and I wanted to ask if you’d like to come too?” she explains. 

“I would love to, but I can't.”

“You gotta date?” 

“I wish I had one for this evening, but I don't.” 

She gives me a questionable look and I realize how wired that sentence was. 

“You may know that I’m graduating this year and my school, always does a prom night for the seniors and it is this Friday.” I explain and she nods. 

“Oh, well have fun then.” 

“Wait...did you say that you don't have a date.” she adds and I nod. But before I can say anything some of the other team members are walking towards us, probably because we're standing in the middle of the parking lot. 

“And? Are you coming with us on Friday?” Georgia asks but I shake my head. 

“Sorry but no.” 

“Yeah and I just realized that I forgot that I also have something on Friday, so I can't come too.” Giulia adds. 

“Your boring, both of you.” Lina says and I roll my eyes, knowing that she loves both of us. 

Or at least I know, that she loves me because since I joined the team two years ago, when I was only 16, she kind of adopted me as her little sister. 

“Thanks.” I say and she laughs. 

They walk to their cars and leave me alone with Giulia. 

“I know that it’s not cool to invite yourself, but can I be your date?” she asks. 

“I’m sorry what?” 

“On Friday, I don't want you to go alone, so if your want, I would come with you, as your date.” 

“It would be a honor for me to have you as my date.” 

- - - - - - 

“You look good.” Lina says, leaning against the doorframe. 

After Giulia kind of asked me to her be  her date, I called her within minutes and explained the whole situation. Completely freaking out about it. 

She, Georgia and Syd decided to come by at mine, before there night out, to help me get ready. 

Well they said they would, actually there just sitting around and chatting. But there distracting me from how nervous I am, which I’m really thankful for. 

“Yeah, she's right.” Georgia agrees. 

They almost kick me out of my own apartment as its time to go. 

“Have fun.” Lina say, hugging me tight. 

“Hals und Beinbruch.” Georgia adds, surprising everyone with a knew German sentence, she knows. 

“Caro thought me that.” She explains, a proud smile on her face. 

“See you later.” Syd says and gives me a fist bump. 

“Good night.” I say, before getting into my car and driving off. 

I told Giulia that I would pick her up at seven and its exactly five minutes before that when I arrive at her apartment. 

I get out of my car and wait till its seven, to ring the bell. 

She opens the door in less then a second and for a second my breathing stops. 

She’s wearing a red dress, white heels and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. 

“You....You’re....You look beautiful.” I stumble over my words, my cheeks flushing red. 

“You’re not looking that bad yourself.” she says and I realize that I still have the bouquet of roses in my hand. 

“These are for you.” 

“Thank you.” she steps closer as I give them to her and before I can do anything she softly kisses my cheek. 

“You smell good.” she whispers, before turning around to bring the flowers into her kitchen, to put them into water. 

Probably because after todays practice, I showered three times to make sure that I don't smell like sweat and grass. 

“I never thought that you had a romantic side.” Giulia says as we leaver her apartment and get into my car. 

“That because I don't have one, I just always had this scenario in my head where I would pick up a girl, with flowers and take her out.” I explain. 

“I feel honored to be that girl.” 

When we arrive at my school, I make sure to get out of the car before her to open the door for her. 

I see her smiling but also realizing that she's enjoying it, to be traten like the queen she is. 

They prepared the big sports hall for the prom night and decorated the way from the parking lot to it with lights. 

Giulia grabs my hand as we walk towards the hall and I can't help but smile. 

A teacher with a list is standing at the entrance, making sure to only let seniors in. 

“Name?” he asks as we stop next to him. 

“Mr Harris, you’ve known me for five years.” I say, irritated by the fact that he's asking for my name, although he knows exactly what it is.  

“No exceptions, Y/L/N.” I notice Giulia holding back her laughter, but Mr Harris smiles at us. 

“Have a nice evening, you two.” he says. 

“You know what, he reminded me of the guy from Harry Potter.” Giulia says, as we pass him and enter the hall. 

“Flitwick.” I say, knowing who she meant “Yeah, he's a bit like him, he's one of the only teachers that understood that sometimes I just wasn't able to do give me homework back, at the deadline because I just had so much stuff going on with soccer.” 

“Gosh I remember the day you had your first practice with us.” she says laughing. 

“Yeah, I was so nervous I thought I was going to faint, but when Lea came up to me and told me just to focus on playing, it kind of calmed me down.” 

As we enter the prom hall, I see many of my class mates, some of them give me wird looks, probably because they recognize Giulia, some of them looked impressed that I have such a beautiful girl as my date, and some of them look just happy that I have someone. 

The night goes by way to fast for my liking. We dance, listing to the speeches of some of my teachers, drink Mojitos without alcohol in it, laugh and talk about everything that comes to our minds. 

And the whole time, I feel myself enjoying it to be with her. Enjoying the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles, enjoying the sound of her laughters, enjoying the feeling of my heart jumping when she looks at me, enjoying the feeling of her hands in mine. 

And when they announce that this is going to be the last dance for tonight, I hold out my hand for her. 

“May I have this dance?” 

She takes my hand without hesitation. 

“Yes.” 

I only realize that it’s a slow, love song as we’re stopping in between the other people. 

Giulia pulls me closer, her hand resting on my shoulder, mine on her waist, or other hands entangled. 

We’re so close, our foreheads almost touch as we move to the soft music. 

I’ve never been comfortable with being in big crowds, but it feels like we’re the only one here. like we’re the only two people left on earth right now. 

Way to soon, the song ends and we bake apart. 

Neither of us wants to go home already, even though its probably around midnight, so we decide to take a walk. 

Her hand still entangled with mine. 

“Thank you again, for coming with me tonight.” I say, braking the comfortable silence between us. 

“It was one of the best nights of my live.” Giulia answers, giving me a smile. 

When we drive back to her apartment, I get out of the car and bring her to her door. 

And again, our hands are entangled, and it kind of feels like they fit perfectly into each other, like it's meant to be. 

“A penny for your thoughts.” She whispers and I smile, its a really cute way to ask what I’m thinking about. 

“I just thought about this other scenario I had in my head, where I would kiss the girl on her doorsteps, to let her know how thankful I am, to say goodnight but also to promise her that this wouldn't be our last night.” I ramble. 

“Then just do it.” she answers and I'm pretty sure my heart stops beating. 

But her smile and the look in her eyes, lets me know that she meant what she said. 

I tilt my head a little, leaning closer, before our lips touch I close my eyes. 

And as our lips connect, into a soft kiss, my heart starts beating again, but this time like wild. 

As we slowly pull away, her brown eyes are so full of love that I almost get lost in them. 

How can someone be so beautiful. 

“I promise that this wasn't our last night, it was our first, and I’m pretty sure that there are going to be much more like this.” she whispers in the space between us. 

“Goodnight Giulia.” I say, because everything that had to be said, is said. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

[lunarsaturn88]

Yule Ball Date- Cedric Diggory

Pairing: Cedric Diggory X Reader

Imagine Cedric asking you to be his date at the Yule Ball.

Warnings: Fluff

@thefandomimagine

Words: 658

Everything was a whirlwind during this time of year. Usually, if it was a normal school year most kids at Hogwarts would be getting ready to go home for the Christmas break. But this time around it was completely different with the Triwizard Tournament going on. 

But boys were trying to get up the courage to ask their favorite girl out to the ball something that most boys had problems with and it wasn’t easy to ask someone you liked out. 

You were with your fellow housemates talking amongst yourselves happily. 

“Oh, I can’t help but wonder who will ask me…” Your friend said waving her hand as she leaned against the wall with a small happy smile on her lips. 

“You always wonder that. You are hoping for one of the seventh years to ask you.” Your other friend said shaking her head. 

“A girl can dream, can’t she? Who asked you by the way?” 

“One of the handsome Drumstrang boys did.” 

You let out a soft chuckle. 

“Y/N who do you hope asks you to the Yule Ball?” Your first friend asked looking at you with a curious gaze. 

“Anyone in particular in mind?” 

You shook your head lightly. “No, honestly I’d be glad if someone asked me.” You admitted softly as you gripped your books close to your body. But there was someone that you hoped would take you to the ball. A handsome 6th year Hufflepuff who was the Champion of Hogwarts well besides Harry who was a last-minute add-on for some reason. 

“Oh, I think I know who she is thinking of.” Your second friend said letting out a giggle. 

You looked at your friends with wide eyes wondering who your friend thought that you would want to ask you. It wasn’t obvious that you had feelings for Cedric Diggory. It was something that you kept close to your chest and you wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone. 

“You’re thinking maybe one of the champions might ask you.” 

You let out a breath as you saw Cedric walking by carrying his books. You bit your lip softly as you watched him before turning your attention back to your friends. “I’m pretty sure all of them were already asked or have asked. So I’m not getting my hopes up.” You pointed out easily to your friends. 

“Hello, Cedric.” The two girls said with a smile to the sixth-year Hufflepuff. 

“Hi.” He said softly as his eyes landed on you. “Do you girls mind if I borrow Y/N for a moment?” 

Your friends giggled. “No of course not.” They said before leaving the two of you alone. 

You looked up at Cedric with pinched brows wondering what he could want with you. “Did you want something, Cedric?” You asked curiously looking at him through your lashes. 

“I um… yeah I did.” He said softly offering you a small smile. 

“What is it?” You asked softly wondering what could have this poor man in a bundle of nerves. You could tell that he was rather nervous about whatever he was going to try and say to you. 

“I, um… I wanted to ask you something.” 

“Sure…” 

“Would… would you like to go to the Yule Ball?” 

“Yes… I would…” 

“As my date.” 

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You didn’t think that he would right out ask you to be his date to the Yule Ball. “Oh… I…”

“Sorry of course you have been…”

“Cedric, I’d love to go with you.” You blurted out knowing what he had been thinking. He had thought that you already had been asked and said yes to someone else. But that wasn’t the case. You had a hope that he would ask you and he had. 

“You would?” 

You nodded your head shyly. 

A smile came to his lips. “I’ll see you then at the ball.”

You nodded your head offering him a small smile. “Yeah of course.” 

[kermitsuislide]

Imagine

Imagine reading a book in bed on a stormy night, in dim lighting while gently caressing Bofur's hair, slowly lulling him to sleep. You can hear the crinkling of the firewood and your One's soft breathing, and emerse yourself in the book you're reading.

Bofur, on the other hand, feels as if he's in heaven. In your arms he feels safe, surprisingly not ashamed of showing weakness. At first he had fought falling asleep by humming a lullaby, but soon the occasional sound of you turning the pages and your heartbeat had swayed him to sleep.

[alicebloodborne]

Imagine the doctor finds out your Timelord.

He can't believe it and questions you until you show him your watch.

[giveme-allofthat-ultraviolence]

i'm asking abt the loreeeee

- helpialmostpastedsmutagain🖤

I’ll tell you later my moms mad 😜

[dansepants]

Being loved just how you are now.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Unlucky Night ~ BC

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT: 3.1K 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅GENRE: strangers to friends, to potential lovers, cute, fluffy, chan acting like a protector - we stan a king - 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅PAIRING: Chan x GN!Reader 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

You sat at the bar, your fingers gripping the cool glass of your drink as you stared ahead, trying to ignore the man next to you. His presence was almost suffocating and you'd been doing your best to ignore him and pretend he wasn't there but it was becoming increasingly more difficult with each passing moment.

He had sidled up to you over an hour ago, and despite your polite rejections, he persisted like a shadow you couldn’t shake off. Even the barman had attempted to make the guy leave you alone but he was persistent in staying right where he was. Claiming he was a 'paying' customer and it was a 'free country'. You started to grab your things trying to move away from him, you'd come out for a nice relaxing night and so far you hadn't gotten that.

"Come on, sweetheart. I’m just trying to have a good time," the man said, his voice slurred from one too many drinks, he stunk of vodka and the smell made you want to vomit. You clenched your jaw, keeping your eyes fixed on the shelves of liquor behind the bar.

"I already told you, I'm not interested," you replied, your voice sharp but measured. You didn’t want to escalate the situation, but every time he spoke, your patience wore thinner. You'd been taught to always politely decline since you never knew what someone was capable of, but right now you wanted to smack the guy over the head with the glass he was nursing his drink from.

He leaned closer, invading your space, and you had to force yourself not to recoil.

"You’re playing hard to get, huh?" He chuckled, the sound grating. His breath was catching on your head as he moved closer to you, your hands clenching into fists.

"I like a challenge," he whispers, you can hear him licking his lips and it finally pushes you past your limit. You took a deep breath, glancing around the bar for an escape, but none seemed available. The bartender was busy, and no one else seemed to notice the tension between you and the man.

"I’m not playing anything," you said, your tone firmer now. "I came here for some quiet, and you’re making it difficult." He raised an eyebrow, clearly not getting the message—or choosing not to, whatever his small mind could come up with.

"Quiet? In a bar? You don’t look like the quiet type to me." He moved closer, his shoulder brushing yours, making your skin crawl and your stomach churn. If this was what he was like in public you didn't want to imagine what it would be like if you'd run into him in a dark alleyway on the way home.

"Let me buy you another drink, and maybe we can go somewhere else after." You finally turned to face him, your gaze hard and unflinching. You wanted him to finally get the point through his tiny brain,

"I said no." Each word was laced with frustration. You were at the end of your rope with him and you were two seconds away from insulting him,

"I don’t want a drink. I don’t want to go anywhere with you." you figured he would finally understand that you meant no but of course not. He didn’t back down. Instead, he smirked! Smirking as if this was all part of some game you were both playing and that you were just trying to test him.

"You’re being feisty. I like that." He placed a hand on the bar, trapping you on one side.

"Don’t be like that, babe. Let’s just—"

"Stop calling me 'babe,'" you snapped, your voice rising slightly. "I’m not interested. Leave me alone." You snapped a little harsher at him this time, earning the attention of the couple on the other side of the bar from you.

The man’s smile faltered for a brief moment, but he quickly regained his composure, leaning even closer. He shrugged his shoulders and smirked at you, his eyes looking you up and down as he drank in your appearance.

"I think you just need to loosen up." That was it. Your heart pounded with a mix of anger and anxiety, and you could feel the adrenaline kicking in. You had to get out of this situation before it escalated any further. Your eyes scanned the room again, desperate for a way out, and that’s when you spotted a guy sitting alone. You weren't sure he was going to be any better than the arsehole beside you but he seemed nice enough, his eyes were on his laptop,

Without another thought, you stood abruptly, pushing the bar stool back and making a beeline for his table, hoping that this stranger could help you where words had failed.

Your heart raced as you made your way toward the table at the back of the pub, weaving through the crowd while trying to appear as calm as possible. This was your one shot of getting away from the creep and you didn't want to blow it, you could still feel the man’s gaze following you, his presence still heavy on your back, but you forced yourself to focus on your next step. You didn’t know this guy at the table but you hoped he was as nice as he appeared to be,

He was sitting alone, his attention on his laptop when you reached his table, you bit your lip a little. Hesitation washed over you as you stood there for a moment, unsure how to begin or how to even ask him for his help but here you were. He glanced up, his dark eyes meeting yours, his expression shifting from mild curiosity to concern as he noticed the panic flickering in your eyes.

“Excuse me…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. You swallowed, forcing yourself to speak louder, more confidently, you didn't want to come across as creepy like the guy from the bar.

“I—I know this is weird, but… there’s a guy over there who’s been following me all night. He won’t leave me alone. Can you… Can you help me?” The man blinked once, taking in your words, his gaze briefly flicking past you toward the bar where the man still lingered. His jaw clenched so hard you could see it from where you were standing, and without hesitation, he slid to the side, making space on the bench next to him.

“Sit down,” he said softly, his voice calm but authoritative. You didn’t waste a second before slipping into the seat beside him, your heart hammering against your chest. The second you sat down, you felt an immediate sense of relief, though the anxiety still churned in your stomach.

"I'm Chan," he introduced himself quietly as you nodded along with him, a small smile playing on your lips as you looked up at him. It was now that you realised he had the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen in your life.

"yn." You whispered back to him, a shy smile forming on your lips as your chest began to flutter. He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours as he spoke in a low voice meant only for you.

“I’m going to play along, okay? But I need to ask—can I put my arm around you? It’ll make this look more believable...but only if you're comfortable," Your breath caught in your throat. You were grateful he even asked, considering the situation, but the way his voice was so gentle and steady like he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, made you nod almost instantly.

“Yeah,” you whispered, still feeling nervous but trusting him. Without missing a beat, Chan slid his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close in a way that felt protective rather than invasive. He let his fingers rest lightly on your shoulder, not gripping too tightly but enough to make it seem like a natural gesture. His body was warm against yours, and for the first time that night, you didn’t feel as vulnerable.

His free hand found yours on the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours and you were sure your heart was about ready to throw itself at him now.

“There,” he murmured, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “How’s that? He still watching?” You dared a glance toward the bar, where the man was glaring in your direction, clearly displeased by the sudden shift in your attention.

“Yeah, he is,” you whispered back, your voice trembling slightly. You were worried he would be there all night and Chan would eventually have to leave you alone.

“Don’t worry,” Chan said, his voice soothing. “I’ve got you. Just follow my lead.” Then, to sell the act even further, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering just long enough to make it seem real. The warmth of the gesture spread through you, and though your heart was still racing, it wasn’t from fear anymore.

“Babe, you okay?” he said louder, for anyone watching to hear. His thumb stroked your hand as he continued to play the part effortlessly.

“I didn’t think you’d make it tonight.” You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Yeah, I just… got held up,” you mumbled, trying to match his tone. Chan squeezed your hand gently, leaning closer again, his voice dropping back to a whisper.

“We’ll leave in a few minutes. I’ll walk you out, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t follow.” You nodded again, your pulse slowly calming with every second that passed by his side.

"I hate that he's made you panic, I can feel how hard your heart is racing," He whispered to you, but little did he know your heart wasn't racing because of the creep - well, maybe at first - but now it was all for him.

"So what brings you to the bar?" You asked with a smile, and he smirked turning his laptop screen around to show you what it was he was working on but you couldn't make sense of it.

"Music, I come here to focus sometimes when I can't do with the silence of my studio," He smiled at you as you stared at the screen, his eyes lingering on yours as you scanned over the screen,

"What about you, beautiful?" He asked with a smile, your eyes slowly looked back at him and you felt your body heating up from the attention,

"Long day, I wanted some quiet after work but I guess I was unlucky...but it's improving," You whispered, his cheeks turning pink as you flirted back with him,

"Well, I'm glad I could make your unlucky night that much better." He winked at you.

What was meant to be just a few minutes of pretending stretched into something much longer between the two of you? You and Chan settled into an easy rhythm of conversation, your initial nerves melting away as you found yourself drawn into his warmth, both literally and figuratively. His arm was still draped casually over your shoulders, felt natural now, and his presence put you at ease. At first, you kept sneaking glances toward the bar, checking to see if the man was still watching, but after a while, you stopped looking, forgetting he was there altogether. Chan had a way of making you forget about the unease from earlier, all of it melting away into nothing.

His laugh was infectious, and the stories he shared with you made you feel like you'd known him longer than just a couple of hours now. He had a talent for making you feel like the only person in the room, even as the pub bustled around you.

“So, you’ve never been to Australia?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. You shook your head, laughing lightly.

“Nope. Never. The farthest I’ve travelled is from home to Korea.”

“Well, you’re missing out,” he said with a grin.

“When you do go, I’ll give you all the recommendations. Best beaches, places to eat... And don’t worry, no kangaroos in the cities. Everyone always asks about the kangaroos.” You giggled, holding your hand over your mouth as you tried not to get too loud.

“I wasn’t even thinking about the kangaroos.” Chan leaned back slightly, his hand still resting comfortably on your shoulder as he continued.

“Good, ‘cause they’re honestly a bit terrifying up close.” He shuddered playfully before you giggled at him.

This whole thing had started as a tense situation and had suddenly turned into something that felt more like a spontaneous first date. You found yourself telling him things you didn’t expect to share, laughing at his jokes, and learning about the person behind the calm, cool exterior.

At some point, the pub began to thin out, the bustling energy of the night slowly quieting down. You glanced at your phone and blinked, surprised.

"Wow, it’s already past midnight.” Chan raised his eyebrows, looking genuinely surprised.

“Really? We were supposed to leave a few minutes ago, right?” His lips curled into a small smile. “Guess we got a little carried away.” He laughed softly as you joined in, realizing that you hadn’t even thought about the man who’d been following you. Turning to look toward the bar, you saw that he was long gone. You hadn’t noticed when he’d left, but now it felt like a distant memory, something insignificant compared to the night you’d spent talking with Chan.

“Looks like he’s gone,” you said with a relieved smile. Chan’s arm tightened slightly around your shoulders as he followed your gaze. Part of him was a little disappointed that this was over but he was relieved you weren't going to have some creep following you around.

“Good. I didn’t want to leave you alone until I was sure.” He looked back at you, his eyes softening. “Still, let me walk you out and get you a cab. Just to be safe.” You nodded, grateful once again for his thoughtfulness. He stood up, offering you his hand, and you took it as he helped you to your feet. His hand lingered in yours for a moment before he dropped it, guiding you toward the door with a protective closeness that hadn’t faded since you first approached him.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, refreshing against your warm skin. Chan stayed beside you, his arm gently brushing yours as you stood at the path. He waved down a cab, making sure it stopped directly in front of you.

Before you stepped inside, he turned to you, that playful smile back on his face.

“So, I’m guessing we didn’t get to talk about everything yet.” You laughed softly and shook your head at him.

“No, I guess we didn’t.”

“Then how about we finish this conversation another time?” he suggested, pulling out his phone. He wasn't usually the type to pick up people in bars and ask for their number but with you, he'd felt something, a genuine connection that he didn't want to let go of.

“I think we owe ourselves a less stressful night.” He finished as you nodded at him.

“I’d like that, a lot.” You whispered before the two of you exchanged numbers, the glow from his phone illuminating his face as he saved your contact. After sending a quick message so you had his number too, he looked at you again.

“I’ll text you. We’ll set something up.” He suggested. You nodded, opening the door to the taxi and sliding into the backseat, Chan leaned down slightly, his hand resting on the doorframe as he looked at you. He didn't want you to go but it was getting too late now.

“Take care, alright? And text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

“I will,” you promised, giving him one last grateful smile. “Thank you… for everything.”

He grinned, his dimples showing as he gave you a small wave. “Anytime.”

The cab pulled away, and as you watched him grow smaller in the distance, you couldn’t help but feel like tonight had turned out much differently than you’d expected but much, much, better than you'd expected.

You stared at Chan as the two of you sat in the same booth table you'd been in a year ago today,

“A whole year, huh?” Chan’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He squeezed your hand, giving you that soft smile that still made your heart flutter, even after all this time.

“Yeah, hard to believe,” you said, grinning up at him. “Feels like it was just yesterday that I walked up to your table and asked you to save me from that creep.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Best decision you ever made.” He winked playfully, and you nudged him in the ribs.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not wrong,” you teased, squeezing his hand back as you found a familiar table toward the back—the same one where you’d sat with him that night.

As you both settled into the booth, the memories of that night played vividly in your mind. You remembered how nervous you’d been, approaching a stranger for help, how you’d ended up spending hours lost in conversation with him, and how he’d walked you out, making sure you were safe. It felt surreal to be sitting here again, but this time, things were different. This time, he wasn’t just playing the part of your boyfriend.

He was your boyfriend.

“So, how do you feel about this anniversary?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “One year of dealing with me. Not bad, right?” You laughed softly, resting your head on his shoulder as he squeezed you, softy, pressing his lips to your temple.

“One year of putting up with your terrible jokes, you mean?” His laughter joined yours, a deep, happy sound that you never got tired of hearing.

“Hey, you love my jokes.” he whined at you making you smirk,

“Debatable,” you teased, though the smile on your face made it clear just how much you adored him. “But really… this has been the best year.”

Chan tilted his head slightly, his eyes warm as he looked down at you.

“Same here. Best year of my life, actually.” Your heart swelled as you looked at him, slowly leaning in and kissing him softly.

"Happy anniversary baby," You whispered before he leant his forehead on yours,

"Happy Anniversary, stranger." He winked before you giggled, cuddling into his side again.

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[itsprashimusic]

Monaco and Monza

Summary - Charles, his favourite person (and their puppy) before, during and after the most important race wins of his life.

Pairings - Charles Leclerc x fem!Reader

Warnings - no use of y/n, google translate French and Italian, r can make decent conversation in French and Italian, possible inaccurate timelines, it is hinted that R is not from France or Monaco, honorable louis tomlinson appearance bc I am a former louie girlie, R has blue light glasses, cuss words. Happy reading🩵

W/C - 3.9k

A/N - i write all my female Rs with a desi in mind. Written in 2nd pov. I wrote R with a mindset and likes similar to mine, you are free to skip this fic if you don't like it.

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Before Monaco

An hour had passed on the three hour flight from Imola to Nice. Charles was asleep and Leo was curled up in your lap. Sitting in an oversized top and sweatpants, you were quite comfortable while doing some work. You work for a company that allows you to work remotely, which is a huge blessing considering your longtime boyfriend travels the world every other week.

The tiny pup yawned big as he woke up from his nap. You scratched him under the chin. Leo moved around in your lap, found another comfortable spot and went right back to sleep just as Charles also moved to find another comfortable position to nap in. You smiled to yourself and continued working.

Soon the plane landed in a private airport in the French city of Nice. Your bags were handled by the hired help, and Charles insisted on carrying your laptop bag for you. This left you walking along his side with Leo in your arms, still sound asleep. The boat ride to Monaco didn't take long and the drive to your shared apartment went by in a blur.

It felt nice being home during race week. You left Leo in his bed and joined Charles in the living room. Coming up from behind you hugged him while softly asking, "Qu'est-ce que tu penses?" (what is on your mind?). Even after all these years you still cringed at your accent.

"The race" he replied.

You sighed as you remembered the dnfs, mechanical failures and team errors that Charles had to endure. Year after year, the pain just kept getting worse as you watched from the grandstands and eventually the garage.

"You should focus on the positives. The team has been performing well and this season has been different than the last 3, there is hope." you weren't sure if what you said was the right thing. You kissed him on the cheek and moved around the couch to come and sit next to him.

"It is not easy when every other time I have had hope, it has been ripped away and torn into tiny pieces," Charles said while looking defeated. You felt sad seeing him like this. You just held your arms out and let him fall into your embrace. With the couch being big enough for two people to sleep on it, soon you and Charles fell asleep, still in the hug.

During Monaco

Photographers snapped photos of you and Rebecca, Leo's leash entwined with your hand. The two of you were spotted outside the Ferrari hospitality an hour before qualifying. Charles was busy with his engineer and strategist and asked you to give him some alone time. So, you thought a small walk around the paddock with your puppy and good friend would be beneficial.

Eventually the crowd of fans surrounding you and Rebecca who wanted to see Leo was getting quite large, so you politely said goodbye to the fans, picked up the pup and made your way back to the Ferrari motorhome. You got a text from your boyfriend.

Can you come to my drivers room?

You entered the room and put Leo down, allowing him to calm down and drink some water from his very own water bottle and attached bowl. "Darling, do you need something?" you asked Charles as he looked tense.

You moved closer to him. Charles caught you by surprise when he pulled you even closer and hugged you extremely tight. "Je ne me sens pas bien," (i don't feel good) he whispered. "C'est bon. Tout ira bien. It's ok, you'll be ok." you quietly kept repeating to him until Leo began demanding attention with his big brown eyes and soft whines.

Charles wiped the few tears that escaped and picked him up with a new smile adorning his face. For a moment, it was just the three of you, your perfect little family. There was a knock at the door, followed by a Ferrari team member informing Charles that he was required in 5 minutes. Charles placed a wet kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you for supporting me the way you do. I love you so much, mon cœur," (my heart) he said, his lips still on your forehead. The pair walked out of the room and split ways. You had the hired help watch Leo for the duration of qualifying in a private room.

You sat with Charles' family just as the Sky Sports camera panned on you. You smiled when you saw yourself on the monitor and gave a small wave while sitting next to Charlotte.

Even though you knew that Charles would easily clear Q1, you could not help the anxiety that made its way throughout your body. He crossed the line and made it to Q2. With the next session, your anxiety worsened. But within 15 minutes your nerves eased.

Q3. This was it. As the minutes slowly turned from 12 to 2, you were feeling sick. Charles' sleek Ferrari flew over the finish line and your hands flew to your mouth. Pole Position. At his home race. At your home race. The cameras focused on you to get your and his family's reaction.

At parc ferme, Charles ran over to his team who hyped him up even more. He signed the wheel and posed for the photos, the smile never leaving his face. Even after finishing up his media duties and making his way back to his family and you in the motorhome, his smile remained ever present. You swore he never hugged you tighter than that.

Race day. The day that actually mattered.

You entered the paddock a few steps behind Charles, Leo once again in your hold. You didn't get a lot of time with Charles, considering he was the man of the hour after securing pole. The two of you shared a moment together before he had to head out for the national anthem.

"Comment te sens-tu, chérie?" (how are you feeling, darling?) you asked him while he changed into his race suit. He looked up and the look on his face gave you your answer. You smiled and he continued wearing his suit. There were butterflies in his stomach. That meant he felt nervous, hopeful, anxious and confident all at once.

Charles was out on the track, and you once again joined his family in the motorhome. At that point though, it would be more appropriate to call them your family. You and Charles have been together for a long time. The pair of you had seen each other at their lowest and highest. When Charles lost his father and when for nearly a year you could not get a job. When news of Anthoine's death reached Charles, he was on holiday with you and your family in another country. Your family gave him the comfort he needed. When you got news that your parents contracted covid, there was nothing you could do sitting in your apartment in Monaco. Pascale was like a second mother to you.

The race began. You found a place to sit and watch the race. Charles was in the lead. A huge crash. A totaled redbull and a red flag. You felt the butterflies creeping up from your stomach to your throat. The race resumed and continued. Piastri was close to Charles, but not enough to threaten his position. It felt like time slowed down during the final lap. You had an earbud plugged in one ear and could hear Crofty's iconic last lap commentary.

The number 16 Ferrari flew past the checkered flag and fireworks flew out from the sides of the track. Charles' family members were already hugging each other and some of the team members who were there. But you didn't move. Tears were flowing down your face and a smile was etched on your face. The first person you moved to hug was Charlotte, the older woman was like an elder sister to you.

The camera's stream kept cutting from Charles out on the track to you and his family in the motorhome. Everyone quickly left the garage and made their way to parc ferme. You saw Charles pull up and stop in front of the 1st place stand. You watched from the back as he ran to his team, Arthur and Lorenzo pushed their way to the front. After getting weighed, the team moved to allow you to come to the front where Charles walked towards you.

Normally, you and Charles would keep the pda on the lesser side when cameras were around, but not this time. The forever smiling face, messy-haired and slightly teary-eyed boyfriend of yours pulled you directly into a powerful kiss. His left arm was around your back while his right hand was half on your face and half on your neck. You could hear and feel all the cameras going off around you.

Charles broke the kiss but kept your foreheads connected. You held both of his hands. "Tu l'as fait," (you did it) you repeated in all the languages you knew while nodding your head. You could see the tears welling up in his eyes again. He quickly blinked them away, "L'ho fatto," (i did it) he said in Italian quickly kissed you once again before hugging you.

You stood below the podium and watched as he received the trophy he had been waiting his entire life for. You were still crying. The tears would not stop, and they only got worse when Charles made eye contact with you after he was presented with the medal. He mouthed the words I love you. So much. Thank you. You could only hold your hand to your heart in response.

After Monaco

Even after a full day, you could still smell the fragrance of champagne wafting off of Charles.

You and Charles had celebrated his win on Sunday night in a club. He was practically glued to your side the entire night. No matter who he was talking to, either he did it while having an arm around you or holding your hand. By the end of the night, you were left with a very clingy and very drunk boyfriend. With Joris's help, you got Charles into the car. He drove the both of you home.

Back at the apartment, Charles seemed to have sobered up a bit after you made him eat some food.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" Charles was lying down on the bed and was lovingly staring at you.

"All the time," you answered while changing for the night.

You finished changing and joined Charles in bed. Leo who was previously perched near Charles' feet climbed onto you and snuggled up on your chest.

Charles got your attention by saying your name, "I want you to understand what I mean when I say this. I love you. I appreciate you so much, even I cannot comprehend it. You have supported me throughout my years in Formula 1 and Formula 2. You have stood by me all these years, even when you had to sacrifice your job and sleep schedule for me. Je veux que vous compreniez la profondeur de ce que je dis." (i want you to understand the depth of what i am saying).

His eyes kept moving around but eventually rested on your face. He looked into your eyes when he finally spat out what he truly wanted to say.

"Mon cœur, mon âme, ma vie, je veux passer le reste de ma vie avec toi. Veux-tu m'épouser?" (My heart, my soul, my life, i want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?)

I took you a second to process what Charles said. You looked down and saw him holding a simple gold band with three small diamonds set in it. His free arm was laid across your stomach under Leo, who woke up when he sensed his mom feeling strong emotions.

Tears filled your eyes, your heart began beating faster and you were sweating a bit. Leo moved to the bed and was now licking the tears that fell from your eyes. You felt like you couldn't speak, but you very much knew what your answer was.

Before Monza

The summer break was perfect. You used your paid leave and were fully able to enjoy your time with the entire family. The photos of Leo that Charles posted to his instagram were adored by the fans. Your insta account remained private, but you still posted the dog nonetheless.

Neither of you announced the engagement just yet, wanting to keep it to yourselves for a while. Fans got curious when they saw a new ring around that special finger after Charles' win in Monaco, but since it was quite simple and small, they thought nothing much of it. You were known for wearing many different rings on the same finger, so people thought it was just another ring you fancied.

Unfortunately, after your long break, you were required to come back to the office for a few days for important meetings with the higher-ups of your company. That meant you missed the race in Zandvoort and Charles podium. But you made it up to him by joining him in Monza, his adopted home race.

Walking in the streets of Monza with a loved Ferrari driver was always quite the experience. Leo loved the attention from all the fans, he was a born extrovert. You and Charles had lunch at one of your favourite restaurants. The both of you sat in a relatively private section of the restaurant.

"I missed you at Zandvoort," Charles said before eating a morsel of his favourite pasta. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I tried to leave as early as I could, but by the time the meeting finished it made no sense to come," you said wishing you could have been there for him. Ever since Monaco, the team had been struggling. It brought back painful flashbacks of 2022 and 2023.

Things were not the best between you and Charles during the week you were out for work. The timings never seemed to match, when he had the energy to talk you were too burnt out, and doing all of this while also planning a wedding was not easy. It put a small strain on your relationship which seemed like it was reaching its breaking point during this weekend.

During Monza

You spent the rest of the week working. In between the free practice sessions, you were spotted with a pair of blue-light glasses on and bent over your laptop and a notebook. Leo was either sleeping in his carrier by your feet or was with Arthur or Lorenzo.

You barely saw Charles the entire weekend. He was either busy with his engineer and strategist or was filming content. It only made the strain in your relationship even worse and left Rebecca having to hear your side of it for most of the weekend considering both the boys were quite busy.

It was only before qualifying that you managed to get a moment with Charles at all.

"Charles, I know this is an important race for you, but we need to talk," you sternly said leaving no room for arguments. Charles was about to protest but you simply pulled him by the arm to his drivers room.

"Pourquoi tu ne me parles pas?" (why are you not talking to me?) you folded your arms while facing him. "You have been avoiding me ever since Thursday!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were too tired and 'fagged out' to want to talk," he replied sarcastically and with air quotes. "Je ne comprends pas pourquoi tu dois te comporter comme ça!" (I don't get why you have to behave like that!) Charles started walking around angrily and went off rattling away in French at such a fast pace you could not understand what he was saying.

"Just stop!" you yelled. "Just tell me why you are angry at me," you said, softer this time, almost in defeat.

"I don't like it when you are so busy with your work that you do not have time for us," Charles whispered after a long pause.

"And how do you think I feel when you are so busy with your work? I am required to go to the office at least every six months. You travel around the world every other week. You have less free time than I do, but have you heard me complain? So, instead of getting angry that I had to leave for one week to discuss plans for the company's future with the CEO, you should be happy that it was only one week out of the 52 in a year."

By the time you finished speaking, Charles had his hands over his face and was standing quite far from you. He whispered something inaudibly. With a confused look on your face, you moved closer to your fiancé. Upon feeling your body heat in the cold room, he removed his hands from his face and repeated his words.

I'm sorry.

The both of you wrapped yourselves in an embrace and for 5 minutes were only apologising and promising to do better in the future. You left the room after giving him a kiss. You headed down to the garage wanting to watch quali with Arthur who was watching Leo while you worked.

The timer began the countdown into Q1. Normally you would've been feeling quite nervous, but you were distracted by the charming british singer sitting next to you. Being a young girl during the height of One Direction was something else entirely. Your childhood dreams of meeting your favourite singer from the famous boyband had now come true.

Soon it was time for Q3 and you got a photo with Louis who by the time Q3 began, just like the rest of the world, fell in love with Leo and his photos. Charles put in great laps, but ended up only p4 alongside Russel.

Charles finished with his media duties and met up with you inside the motorhome. You were on a work call when he walked into the room. Leo was in the corner of the room scarfing down his food as if he hadn't eaten in years, his ears flopping all over the place.

You cut the call frustrated, removing your glasses from your face and placing them on your head. "Est-ce que tu vas bien?" (are you good?) he asked while holding you from the side and kissing your temple. You nodded and just packed up your things while Charles gathered his things as well.

The grandstands were filled with a sea of red and occasional yellow. Your outfit consisted of only red, yellow and black. Charles had left for the paddock earlier, so you made plans to have breakfast with Rebecca and leave for the paddock together.

You walked around before the race with Leo on the leash in front of you, Rebecca by your side. "So, how is wedding planning going?" she asked, her beautiful scottish accent making you smile. "We are still looking at venues. All we know is that it's going to be sometime in August of next year."

The drivers would soon be called for the national anthem. So, you went back to the Ferrari garage looking for your soon-to-be husband. You found him sitting next to Arthur, water bottle in hand. Leo instantly ran towards him and began climbing up his dad.

"Just do your best. Give it your all. Je t'aime tellement." (i love you so much) you sent Charles off with a hug. Leo was fast asleep in his carrier, so you joined Arthur down in the garage. You put on the large red headphones and waved at the camera when you saw yourself on the broadcast.

Halfway through the race, it hit you that Charles could possibly win. It was a stretch considering he was attempting a one-stopper. But as lap after lap went by the possibility of that dream coming true seemed more and more likely. His tires were probably gonna look like chewed-up bubblegum by the end of the race, but if he managed them just right...

He did it. He fucking did it. The roar of the Tifosi was stronger than ever. Unlike his last win, this time you were not seated. You were jumping up and down, cheering as loud as you could, matching the energy of the Ferrari team members around you. Some of them hugged you.

While Charles was finishing his cool-down lap, the mechanics and other team members rushed out to greet Charles in parc ferme. You stayed close to Arthur, knowing that you could possibly get pushed in the wrong direction. With a hand around your back, he guided you to the front where you could see the beautiful red car pull up.

Charles came running toward the team, moving quickly to try and hug everyone possible. As he moved from Arthur to hug you, from the corner of your eyes you could see more cameras making their way towards you. FLASH! And that was how one of the iconic photos of Monza 2024 was born. Charles' arms wrapped around you and he had his visor up, his eyes filled with so much emotion. You were smiling widely in the photo and had your hands on either side of his helmet. But the part that made the photo iconic was that your left hand was facing the camera, and in that, you had tucked away all of your fingers except the one with your engagement ring.

Winning the Italian Grand Prix as a Ferrari driver is always special, so you watched the podium celebration from inside the motorhome, wanting him to enjoy the moment with the team and the Tifosi to the fullest.

After Monza

For the next two days, the streets of Monza were filled with Ferrari flags being either hung from somewhere or people waving them around. It seemed like every other Italian was asking for an autograph from Charles or a photo with him. But it wasn't just Charles and Ferrari who were the talk of town. So were you.

That photo of you and Charles just after the race had gone viral. At first, people were freaking out, wondering if the two of you were really engaged or if it was a joke. Only when Charles reposted the photo to his story did fans really start freaking out.

Congratulations were pouring out of everyone's mouth who had seen the photo or heard of the news. You didn't mean for the news to overshadow Charles' incredible win on 38-lap old tires. But it didn't. As a matter of fact, the win and engagement news gelled well together, neither taking away from the other.

The night before the team would be heading to Maranello you and Charles laid in the hotel bed, Leo fast asleep on his own bed. "I'm sorry for not asking if you'd be fine with me announcing our engagement," you said in a soft voice while drawing shapes on his torso. Charles, who had you wrapped around his side, kissed your forehead and said, "Je suis content que tu l'aies fait," (I am glad you did it).

The next morning Charles posted a photo of a formal dinner the two of you had with not just his but also your family where the engagement was announced. Of course, Leo was in the center of the photo.

A/n - honestly idk what i even wrote. i am tired af and just needed to get this out of my system. Hope you enjoyed reading🩵

[thebluehair23]

Imagine :Gil-galad’s wife bravely rescues him, leading to a heartfelt confrontation and reconciliation.

Title: Bound by Love and Bravery

When Gil-galad set out for battle, you felt the familiar knot of fear tightening in your heart. Every part of you urged him to stay, to be cautious, but he was the High King and duty called. Days passed, and reports came back to Lindon—a battle gone wrong, Gil-galad captured, trapped in the heart of enemy lines. Though you pleaded with the council to send a rescue party, they refused, their fear for their own lives outweighing their loyalty.

But you couldn’t accept it. You couldn’t bear the thought of him trapped, suffering, while you stood by, powerless. Even more so now, as you carried his child within you—a secret you had only just discovered. The thought of your child growing up without a father was too much to bear. And so, you made up your mind. Taking only what you needed, you left under cover of night, riding alone through perilous lands, determined to bring him back.

Days later, you reached the enemy camp under the cover of darkness, finding Gil-galad bound and held in a wooden cell, guarded by orcs gathered around their campfire. Your hands trembled, but with careful planning, you managed to set up a trap—stones rigged to fall, fire set to engulf the camp in chaos. When the flames rose, the orcs scattered, caught off guard by the sudden assault. Seizing the moment, you dashed toward Gil-galad’s cell, breaking the locks and pulling him free.

“Are you mad?” he hissed, his face twisted with fury as he took in your appearance. “What were you thinking, risking your life—and the life of our child?”

“We’ll argue later,” you said, tugging him toward the trees as the flames spread behind you.

Once mounted on his horse, you rode through the night, pressing on until you were far from danger. Finally, exhausted and wary, you found refuge in a small, hidden cabin owned by a mysterious figure—an old shifter, who could transform into a wolf but whose heart was kind.

The wolf-man greeted you both with warmth, setting out a simple meal: bread, eggs, and fresh milk. You were ravenous, and the food disappeared almost as soon as it was set in front of you. Gil-galad watched you in silence, his eyes still clouded with anger and worry as you ate, hardly pausing for breath.

Once you finished, he finally spoke, his tone sharp with frustration. “You had no right to risk yourself. You put our child in danger. What would I have done if I had lost you both?”

You met his gaze, unyielding. “And what would I do without you? How could I go on, raising our child alone, knowing I could have saved you?”

He clenched his fists, his anger softening slightly, though he remained tense. “That isn’t a risk I would ever want you to take.”

“And I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try,” you replied, your voice shaking with raw emotion. “You are my heart, Gil-galad. I can’t imagine a life without you. I would face any danger if it meant bringing you home.”

The room fell into silence, and your eyes began to sting as you held back tears. Unable to bear the tension, you turned to the wolf-man, asking where you could sleep for the night, hoping to find a place alone to calm your heart. He led you to a single room with one bed, his gaze full of quiet understanding.

Your heart sank. You couldn’t avoid Gil-galad tonight, but as you lay on one side of the bed, facing away, you kept your distance. Moments later, you felt the bed dip as he lay beside you, both of you engulfed in silence and unspoken feelings.

Then, his arm slid around your waist, drawing you gently back toward him. His touch was warm, comforting despite his earlier anger. Slowly, you turned to face him, finding his gaze softer, more vulnerable.

He brushed a hand over your belly, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and sorrow. “It isn’t only you I nearly lost today… I nearly lost him, too.”

You managed a small smile, brushing your fingers over his hand. “Him?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “For all we know, it could be a daughter.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer until you were nestled against his chest. “Perhaps,” he murmured, his voice softening. “But I know that you both wanted me safe. No matter how angry I am, I can’t deny… I’m grateful you came for me.”

You let out a small laugh, the tension between you melting as you relaxed against him. “I’m not the only one, you know. He wanted his father back, too,” you teased, though you knew it was your love for him that had driven you to such lengths.

Gil-galad’s eyes sparkled with affection as he gently stroked your hair. “Perhaps,” he replied, amusement dancing in his gaze. “But if I know him at all, he’s inherited his courage from you.”

In that quiet moment, you felt the strain of the journey fade away, replaced by a deep and lasting warmth. You lay together in the flickering candlelight, your love strengthened by the trials you had faced, knowing that you would face any danger for one another. And for now, in each other’s arms, you were home.

[youhypemeup]

❝ the story of us !

eli moskowitz x reader | cobra kai

synopsis, instagram posts of your relationship with eli through the years

or alternatively, dating eli pre-hawk, he didn’t want his face posted and for anyone to know you were together so you only posted faceless pics without mentioning his name and he never commented. then he becomes hawk and his confidence goes up and he wants everyone to know you’re dating so you post him all the time now and he comments on everything. when he reaches his bully arc, you go through problems and don’t post him on your page anymore, but then he reaches his redemption arc and you make up and start posting him again like nothing happened. but then cobra kai cuts off his mohawk and he loses his confidence so you stop posting him upon his request but then he gains his confidence back and wins the all valley boys division and you’re so proud and everything’s alright for the first time in a while (and hopefully it stays that way).

warnings, fluff, my failed attempt at trying to not let my awkwardness show through the characters

note, made this while finishing my cobra kai rewatch for season 6! i wanted to get my yearly post out in time and i think i did? i also tried to be as inclusive as possible in the pics two and three but it was a little hard finding faceless couple photos that don’t have any super obvious features/characteristics. i’m sorry if they aren’t as inclusive as i wanted them to be 😭 thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Gonna say something maybe controversial. Despite Wades bratty bottom energy i actually think Logan is the bottom between them.

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Nineteen - They Tell The Kids

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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"Milo."

"Olivia."

"I need to talk to you about something."

"There's something we should talk about."

In two separate houses, Milo and Olivia looked up at their parents. Olivia looked at her dad with curiosity as he sat with her on her pink, princess bed. Milo couldn't describe the feeling of anxiety that bubbled up in his stomach as he and his momma sat at the kitchen table. He'd never felt like this before.

Daniel grabbed one of Olivia's teddy bears. He played with it fidgeting with it as he spoke. "You know how Milo and his momma are coming with us to Monaco?" He asked and Olivia nodded her head. "Do you know why they're coming with us?"

"Munchkin," Y/N began as she placed Milo's hot chocolate down in front of him. "You know how Mr Ricciardo invited us to go to Monaco with him and Olivia?" She asked and Milo nodded his head. "Well, there's a reason they invited us to go with them."

"Is it because you're dating?" Olivia asked her father. She grabbed the teddy bear Daniel had been fiddling with and held it close to her body.

Milo grabbed his hot chocolate, the chocolatey liquid hidden by cream and marshmallows. "What's the reason, momma?" He asked and sipped at his drink, leaving a small whipped cream moustache on his top lip.

"Yeah, Badger. Did Milo say anything?"

"Well, Miley, Mr Ricciardo and I are... together."

Olivia shook her head. "My mummy was asking me if you and Miss L/N are together."

Milo damn near choked on his hot chocolate. His hands were shaking, perhaps from how hot the mug was, as he put it down onto the table in front of him. "What does that mean?" He asked, somewhat hesitantly.

Daniel couldn't stop himself from frowning. "Your mother has been asking about Y/N?"

"Well, Munchkin, we are gonna be spending a lot more time with Daniel and Olivia," Y/N said.

Nodding her head, Olivia put her teddy down. She perked up instantly. "So does that make Milo my brother?"

Milo looked down at his lap. He sucked in a breath, trying his best not to cry. He hated crying. He hated how tight his face felt, how heavy his chest felt after he cried. "I-I don't want that."

Daniel laughed. He stood up and grabbed Olivia's hand as she jumped down from the bed. "Not yet, Badger. Maybe one day," he said and took down downstairs.

Y/N stood from her seat and walked around the table. "Milo, munchkin," she whispered as she crouched down to his height. She opened her arms wide and let her fall into them. "Talk me through it, baby, c'mon," she said to him as she rubbed his back.

"So, is miss L/N telling Milo right now?" Olivia asked as she and Daniel sat down for dinner.

"I don't want a dad," he said, crying against his mothers shoulder. "I know how to have a dad."

"I bet she is, Badger. What do you think of Y/N?" He asked her.

She held Milo tight, moving her fingers through his short hair in a soothing manner. "Mr Ricciardo isn't gonna come in and try and be your dad. He's not gonna be scary and loud and he's not gonna try bossing you around. He just wants to be there for us, just like we want to be there for him and Olivia."

"I like her," Olivia said as she twirled her fork in her spaghetti. She tried to eat the same as her father, but there were some meals she couldn't stand. So, while Daniel had his incredibly healthy meals designed for athletes, she was eating spaghetti and meatballs. "She's really cool."

Milo sniffled, but his crying had pretty much stopped. "Do you think we could try it?" Y/N asked her son. He nodded his head and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head. If he was really unhappy, she'd leave Daniel, put Milo first.

"Can we all go out to dinner soon?" Olivia asked, pushing her meatball through the spaghetti sauce.

"We're gonna have a great time in Monaco with Daniel and Olivia, Munchkin," said Y/N as she got started on dinner. "Are you looking forward to it?"

"We'll take them out for dinner in Monaco, yeah Badger?" Daniel asked and Olivia quickly nodded her head.

"Yeah, momma," said Milo, but he didn't sound as excited as Y/N hoped. She didn't comment on it, instead sending him to go and get his colouring books while she made dinner.

***

It was their last day of daycare, the last time Y/N and Daniel would be picking the kids up from daycare. She tried not to get emotional as she and Daniel waited for them to walk out of the gates.

It had been a week since they had told the kids about the beginning of their relationship. Where Daniel thought telling them would mean he and Y/N could stand together, he could hold her hand or have his arm around his shoulder, she stood just out of reach.

But then she started getting emotional. "Fuck," she whispered before the kids walked through the gates.

Daniel rolled his eyes. In the least judgemental way, he rolled his eyes at her. "C'mere," he said and placed his arm around her. He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. He got it though, he understood. Their kids were growing up so fast.

Milo and Olivia walked out of daycare side by side. They each had these giant folders full of their art work from the last year. "Momma!" Milo shouted. He went running towards his mother, holding his folder out towards her. "I got all of my drawings back!"

Y/N quickly wiped under her eyes. "That's great, munchkin!" She said and took the folder from him. "Do you wanna show me when we get home?"

He nodded his head and grabbed a hold of his mothers hand.

Daniel grabbed Olivia's folder from her. "Hey Badger," he said, grabbing her hand. He crouched down and turned his attention towards Milo. "Are you all packed for tomorrow, Milo?" He asked, his smile kind.

Milo nodded his head.

Deciding not to push him for more, Daniel stood up straight. "You guys can come stay tonight," Daniel offered Y/N. "If not, it's okay. Olivia and I can pick you guys up in the early hours of the morning."

Y/N looked down at her son. He was gripping his mothers hand, standing so close to her. "I'll let you know," she said and squeezed Milo's hand.

They didn't kiss and say goodbye. Even if Daniel wanted to kiss her before they went to their cars, he didn't. He held back, didn't want to upset Milo in any way.

Y/N took Milo to her car and Daniel took Olivia to his. He buckled her in, placed her bags in the back and set off home. "Let's get you packed for Monaco and Texas, yeah Badger?" Daniel said as he pulled out of the car park.

"Daaaaad," Olivia started, kicking her feet. He looked at her in the rear view mirror. "Can't Milo and Miss L/N come with us to Texas?" She asked.

Daniel shook his head. "Sorry Badger, but Y/N has got to work. She doesn't get the same break as I do," he said.

"Why doesn't she just do your job then?" Olivia asked, wearing a frown.

Daniel let out something like a sad laugh. "I don't think she wants to be a Formula One driver, Badger."

"Well, I do," Olivia mumbled under her breath.

In Y/N's car, she took her time buckling Milo into his car seat. "Munchkin, do you wanna have a sleepover with Olivia?" She asked. She had finished buckling his seatbelt and stayed there for a moment, just talking to him before they drove off.

"Yeah, momma," Milo said quietly.

This time, that wasn't good enough for Y/N. "Come on, Munchkin, talk to me," she said, moving his hair away from his forehead. "What's upsetting you?"

Milo shook his head. "Can I take my colouring books to Monaco?"

"Of course you can. Maybe you and Olivia can do some colouring together."

Milo nodded his head. "I'd like that," he said. It was only when a small smile graced his features that Y/N stood up and climbed into the drivers seat of the car, taking him home.

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