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â ËïœĄâౚà§Ë Your Baby Daddy Ainât a DJ - [Series Intro]
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â„ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
â„ synopsis: you didn't think twice about the dj you hooked up with until you found out you were pregnant. turns out the man wasn't just some dj but a famous formula 1 driver.
â„ smau + some written - none of the pictures are mine
â„ warnings: swearing !!!
â„ a/n: tbh this specific type of trope is not my preferred cup of tea to write but that one childish gambino lyric I based the title off of was just so lando coded and I couldn't resist lol
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Ë . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ§âË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . ĘË
"The dad is a dj!?" your mom was completely shocked.
"What the fuck do dj's actually do?" your sister asked.
You covered your face with your hands prompting the two of them to feel even more sympathetic.
"Hey," your sister said, sitting next to you on the couch and putting one of her hands on your shoulder. "It's going to be okay, okay?"
"Mija," your mom joined you two on the cushions. "We will always be there for you."
Ë . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ§âË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . ĘË
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Ë . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ§âË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . ĘË
Ë . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ§âË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . ĘË
end notes: here's the intro/teaser to this little series. I'm so excited to kick it off!
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HII! Could you do Joost Klein x reader dating hcs??
ౚৠDating Joost Klein { Thank you for the request! }
General Head Canons
Heâs hesitant to let you into his life, to say the least.
Weaned on a fragmented childhood, the distrust of those around him only grows. Once Joost steps off stage, heâs raw, with shaking fists and a trembling jaw. It takes a while for him to get used to you being there for him, threading your fingers through his hair, trying to help him soothe. Panicked breaths turn slow and steady, his face nestling into the crook of your neck.
He appreciates you. When he's touring, he brings one of your pillowcases, tracing the scent to help him sleep. During one of your many Facetimes while he's away, you can spot it in the background, carefully fluffed on his bed. You don't mention it.
As wandering around is an act of decompression for him, he prefers to have you come with. Sometimes, he'll share one of his earbuds and let you pick the music. He likes learning about what you're listening to, what's playing through your headphones on the nights he's not home, missing his arm tucked around your waist, fingers ghosting your hip. Sometimes, he'll grimace at your.. interesting music taste, but it'll always cling onto him as something that is yours. A song you showed him. It ends up in his daily mix, one way or another.
Joost doesn't like to text. He reads your messages, responds in his head, then leaves it alone. The best way to reach him is through calling him, or having to navigate from iMessage, to Whatsapp, to Instagram.
Every now and then, he'll respond to a cute dog reel faster than your own messages, which is.. annoying, clearly, but he usually brings up what you texted him later in conversation, or when he actually gets to see you. When he's playfully annoyed with you, he'll mark the end of his messages with a Kaomoji.
`ââ©âÂŽ -â§
He likes to kiss your hair the most. If there's a height difference between you two, he'll rest his cheek against the side of your head, idly just enjoying your presence. It's sweet, the way he enjoys just being around you. Whether it's a comfortable silence or scrolling through his Tiktok feed, you'll hear the soft pecks around your hairline, pausing around your jaw.
Needless to say - Joost is pretty easy to love, as long as you're patient.
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Language Of Leaves | F. Colapinto
Summary: Franco begrudgingly agrees to watch your plants, but caring for them leads him to realize heâs growing just as attached to you.
warnings: fluff, a few spanish sentences - w translation (correct me if itâs wrong!)
wc: 3k
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Franco had been wholly reluctant from the moment you asked him to take care of your plants. The request hadnât even fully left your lips before he shook his head, immediately retreating a step, his hands raised as though warding off some ludicrous proposal.
âÂżEstĂĄs loca?â (are you crazy?) heâd exclaimed, his brows furrowing in exaggerated disbelief. âYouâre asking the wrong person here, I would kill your plants without even realizing. They donât want me around, trust me.â He looked at the leafy green oasis you had so carefully tended to with a mix of apprehension and resignation, like the plants themselves were quietly mocking him from their pots.
But you knew Franco well, you knew that if you pressed just a little, his tough facade would soften. So, you laid it on thick, giving him that soft, pleading expression that he could never quite resist when it came to you. You looked at him with those big, hopeful eyes, layering in just a hint of sadness. âFranco, please. My plants will wither without someone to care for them. Leaving them alone for two whole weeks⊠itâd be like abandoning children.â
Your words seemed to strike a nerve. He hesitated, his gaze flicking back to the plants and then to you, a faint crack appearing in his armor. You could practically see the thought unfolding in his mindâimagining you returning home to drooping, lifeless plants, the beautiful greenery reduced to a shadow of what it had been. His resistance wavered.
And then you delivered the final blow: a tiny, almost-mournful pout. You knew it was his Achillesâ heel, the expression that always seemed to make him relent, no matter how absurd the request.
Franco sighedâa long, dramatic sigh, muttering under his breath as he glanced away, pretending as if he hadnât already lost this battle. Finally, he held out his hand for the paper in yours, grumbling all the while, âfine. Solo por dos semanas.â (only for two weeks)
Franco took the paper with a resigned sigh, eyeing it skeptically as he skimmed the instructions. You had done your best to make it as straightforward as possible, keeping the notes to simple instructions for sunlight and water. Still, he seemed to regard even this minimal guidance as a daunting task, his brows furrowing with each line he read. You could practically see his mind racing, piecing together the responsibility you were trusting him with, and how high the stakes suddenly felt.
But since he had already agreedâthanks to that soft pout of yours he couldnât resistâhe knew it was too late to back out now. He folded the paper carefully and gave you a look, one last attempt to salvage his pride. âIâll try my best, okay? But if you come back and a plant or two doesnât make it, thatâs not my fault.â
There was a slight smirk on his face, though, as if he was secretly determined to prove himself wrong, to come through for you.
You lean in and press a quick, warm kiss to his cheek, murmuring a soft, âthank you, Franco.â The gesture is small, but the effect is immediate. A flush rises to his cheeks, painting them a rosy pink that he tries to hide by looking away. He clears his throat, obviously flustered, and rubs the back of his neck as though the warmth spreading there might somehow disappear if he just ignores it.
He lets out a low cough, shifting his stance uncomfortably, and mutters, âYeah, yeah⊠donât mention it,â his voice gruff, but betrayed by the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Before you can say anything else, he gives a quick nod and ends the conversation right there, stuffing the paper in his pocket as though ready to make his escape before you see just how much your kiss affected him.
When you finally left for your trip, Franco lingered in the doorway of your apartment, taking in the quiet space that was now his responsibility. He moved to the middle of the room, staring down at the list youâd left him. The handwriting was familiar, your looping letters filling the space with gentle reminders and careful instructions, but it was the little doodles that captured his attention.
Youâd sketched a happy monstera leaf next to its name, a tiny sun with a smiling face by the plants that needed more light, and even raindrops beside those that liked extra water. He found his fingers drifting over the paper, tracing each drawing, a small smile creeping onto his face. âQuĂ© lindaâŠâ (how cute) he murmured before catching himself and pulling his hand back with a quick cough.
âTheyâre just plants, Franco,â he told himself under his breath, trying to brush off the warmth in his chest. Still, he couldnât deny that the thought of you sitting down to make this listâcarefully, as if you were entrusting him with a life-or-death missionâmade him feel⊠something.
The first day was straightforward enough. He followed each instruction youâd left to the letter, checking off each plant on your list and measuring out water carefully. Some plants didnât need watering every day, so he noted the days with reminders on his phone. Heâd warned you he wasnât the best plant sitter, after all, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally prove himself right.
As each day passed, he found himself coming over more often than necessary. Even on days when only one or two plants needed watering, Franco would still make the trip, convincing himself it was âjust in case.â What if something went wrong overnight? What if heâd missed something? He checked each plant like they were little patients, leaning close to inspect the soil.
By the fourth day, he was getting into a rhythm. He began with the smaller plants, crouching down to check the moisture in their soil. If it felt too dry, he gave them a splash of water; if it seemed damp, he left them alone.
But then he reached your monstera, the plant you considered your prized possession. He stilled, a strange sensation of dread creeping over him as he noticed the edges of the leaves starting to turn yellow, a slight droop to the usually vibrant foliage. His heart dropped.
âÂĄMierda!â (shit) he muttered, kneeling down to inspect the damage. âNo, no, noâŠâ Panic crept into his chest as he pictured you coming home to find a mess of dying plants. He knew how much these plants meant to you; you tended to them with such devotion, treating each one like it was a beloved pet.
âNo me hagas esto, por favor. ÂżQuĂ© te hice?â (Donât do this to me, please. What did I do to you?) His fingers brushed over one of the yellowed edges, his brow furrowing as he searched for any clue. âI swear, I followed everything she wrote down,â he muttered, almost like he was trying to reassure the plantâand himself. He took out the list and reread the instructions for the monstera, scanning the page as if a hidden solution would suddenly appear.
The room fell silent, save for his own low muttering as he kept inspecting the monstera, turning the pot gently and studying each leaf like a doctor checking a patientâs pulse. âOkay, maybe it needs a little less water? Or more light?â He tried everything he could think of, even nudging the pot slightly closer to the window. âDios mĂo,â (my god) he breathed, wiping a hand over his face. âSheâs going to kill me if it wilts.â
But then he paused, remembering something else.
Franco looked around at your cozy, plant-filled home, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. He remembered how youâre always doting on these plants, cradling each one gently as you water or trim leaves. Heâd always found it amusing, the way youâd coo at it as if it were a pet, fingers lightly brushing over its leaves, calling it mi bebĂ©, whispering reassurances in a soft voice, and heâs never missed the way your face lights up whenever one of them sprouts a new leaf or a flower bud.
Franco never understood it, thought it was just some odd habit. But now, facing the wilting monstera, he wondered if maybe it wasnât as silly as heâd thought.
He cleared his throat, feeling utterly ridiculous. âAlright, monstruo,â he muttered, using a nickname heâd given the big, leafy plant.
âWeâre gonna make this work, ÂżsĂ? No mĂĄs hojas amarillas, Âżentendido?â (Yes? No more yellow leaves, understood?) He felt silly, but if talking to them helped even a little, he was willing to try.
âShe really loves you, Âżsabes? Sheâd hate to see you like this.â (you know) He reached out and gently touched one of the yellowing leaves, his hand lingering there, almost as if he were holding its hand.
He could picture you now, laughing at him for talking to a plantâto your plantâbut he kept going anyway. âIâll do better, okay? Whatever you need. More sun, less water, whatever it takes. Just⊠hang in there. Donât make me break her heart.â
He sat back on his heels, staring at the monstera for a moment longer. He felt strangely connected to it, like heâd made a pact, a silent agreement between them.
In the days that followed, Franco grew more and more attached, unconsciously mimicking the little rituals heâd seen you do. He hummed softly under his breath as he watered, sometimes even pausing to glance at the list youâd left, your handwriting now familiar and endearing to him.
He no longer approached your plants like a checklist to get through. Instead, he slowed down, taking the time to touch each leaf and test the soil carefully with his fingers, just like heâd seen you do a hundred times.
When he came across your spider plant, a small and slightly finicky one that heâd once jokingly called âthe divaâ because of its stubborn leaves, he paused, lightly brushing his thumb over the thin, arching fronds. âYouâre giving me more trouble than all the others combined, you know that?â he said, his voice softer than before, almost like he was confiding in it. âBut I get it⊠youâre probably used to her touch, not mine.â
Each day, he began to greet them with a quiet âhola,â as if entering a room full of familiar faces. He knew the way you did it, how youâd walk in and give each plant a little greeting or a compliment. And now he found himself doing the same thing. âLooking good,â heâd mutter as he checked the moisture of your jade plant, nodding approvingly, even though it was just a plant in silence.
The last thing Franco expected was to miss you. But somewhere between fussing over your plants and memorizing every instruction youâd left behind, he started to notice the silence. Your laughter, your endless chatter about plant care, the way youâd smile as you talked about each one like it had a personalityâall of it lingered in the empty spaces of your home, making it feel strangely hollow.
He never said it out loud, but as much as he protested, he enjoyed coming over, having coffee with you as you arranged your plants, rambling about which ones needed more light, which were delicate, and which were âjust a little dramatic.â Youâd look at him with that soft, knowing smile as he pretended not to care, and though heâd grumble about âtoo many plants,â he never left without sneaking one last look at your little green haven.
He wondered how youâd react if he managed to keep them all alive. A small part of himâa part he tried not to examine too closelyâwanted to see your face light up when you saw the plants, thriving and green, as if heâd managed to preserve something precious to you.
Sitting there on your living room carpet, surrounded by all these green, leafy âbabiesâ youâd entrusted to him, he realized he wasnât just daydreaming about your reaction to the plants. He found himself wondering what it would be like to be here with you, to share these quiet mornings side by side, maybe with a cup of coffee and your gentle teasing. He imagined your hand on his arm, laughing at his sudden âattachmentâ to your beloved green haven, and he felt a pang of longing he couldnât ignore.
Franco had always admired you, but these past two weeks had somehow made him feel closer to you, made him wonder what it would be like if he werenât just a friend.
He wasnât sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, he stopped seeing these plants as âyoursâ and started treating them like they were his responsibility too.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your two-week trip came to an end. It was well past midnight when you let yourself in, leaving your suitcase by the door as you spotted a lit lamp in the otherwise dark apartment. You padded softly down the hall, stifling a yawn, but stopped in your tracks at the sight that awaited you.
There, in the middle of your living room, was Franco, sound asleep on the floor. His back was against the sofa, his head lolling to one side, and in his hands were two of your plantsâyour small, temperamental spider plant and your âdrama queenâ fern. Even in his sleep, he cradled them carefully, as if afraid one wrong move might damage them.
You couldnât help but smile, taking in the sight of him nestled between your plants, his face softened in sleep, looking far more at peace than youâd ever seen him. You stepped a little closer, crouching down and noticed the smudges of soil on his hands and the slight disarray of the room, as if heâd gone through a nightly ritual of checking on each plant before dozing off right there on the floor.
As you reached out, your fingers barely grazing a stray curl from his forehead, he stirred, eyes fluttering open, his gaze meeting yours. His sleepy, unfocused eyes sharpened as he realized you were there, inches away, and a hint of surprise flickered in them.
âAh⊠estĂĄs aquĂ,â (youâre here) he muttered as he realized he was still holding onto your plants.
A faint blush colored his cheeks as he placed them gently beside him, his fingers lingering on the leaves as if reluctant to let go.
You both remained close, his sleepy eyes meeting yours, and suddenly the room felt charged, every inch between you alive with an unspoken electricity. He didnât move away, and neither did you. The silence was warm, thick with all the things you hadnât yet said, every shared glance and lingering touch from before echoing in this small, tender space between you.
âI didnât expect to find you like this,â you whispered, the words coming out softer than you intended.
He laughed lightly, the sound rumbling low in his chest as he leaned back, eyes not leaving yours. âI didnât expect to get so⊠attached,â he admitted, his voice dropping, a hint of something more in his tone.
A small smile tugged at your lips, and you raised an eyebrow, teasing. âTo the plants orâŠ?â
His gaze flickered down to the fern beside him for a moment, and then back to you, as if he could no longer resist the pull drawing you closer. âThey were good company,â he murmured, his voice softer now, like he was confessing something heâd been holding back, âbut⊠I meant you.â
Your smile softened, and before you could second-guess yourself, you had leaned in, bridging the last inches between you until your head was nestled gently against his chest. He shifted to hold you, his arms wrapping around you naturally, as if theyâd been waiting for this moment. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady but just a bit faster than usual, mirroring your own.
He tightened his hold around you, one hand settling at the small of your back while the other drifted upward, his fingers trailing gently along your spine. The touch was unhurried, almost reverent, as if he were savoring the simple act of holding you close.
You let yourself relax fully into his embrace, feeling the way his fingers seemed to map out a quiet symphony along your spine. There was a tenderness in his touch, a kind of reverence that made you feel like this moment was as meaningful to him as it was to you.
âFrancoâŠâ you whispered, the word barely leaving your lips as his gaze flicked to your lips, lingering in a way that made the room feel smaller, more intimate. His thumb brushed against your side, an almost absent-minded gesture, yet one that spoke volumes, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you with the tips of his fingers.
He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours, and for a heartbeat, the world outside faded, leaving only the soft rise and fall of his breath mingling with yours. His eyes closed briefly, like he was savoring the closeness, and when they opened, his gaze was deeper, his voice barely more than a whisper.
âI missed you,â he murmured, his tone laced with a sincerity that sent a thrill through you, making you forget everything but the warmth of his presence.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. âI missed you too,â you whispered, your thumb gently grazing his cheek.
Francoâs hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. The moment hung between you, suspended in time, gentle and full of unspoken promises.
When he pulled back just enough to look at you, his smile was warm, content. There was no rush, no need for words anymore. Just the quiet understanding between you, as if the silence said everything that needed to be said.
And in that silence, you both stayed, savoring the peace of finally being close in a way you hadnât been before.
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the middle of the night
Charles Leclerc x Girlfriend!Reader count:Â 1.2k words summary:Â Charles shows up to your apartment in the middle of the night, drunk, and wanting one thing and one thing only. a/n:Â i bet you couldn't say no to drunk charles wanting to have sex... (18+)
You hear something thud in your room. You pick up the broom from the hallway and creep to your bedroom, slowly peeking through the doorâ
Only to find your boyfriend halfway through your window, dragging his left leg over the windowsill.
The light comes on with a flick. âIs there a reason youâre crawling through my window?â
Charles shields his eyes, finally flopping to the floor, then fumbles about with the window until itâs closed. âI didnât want to disturb you.â
âWhat was your plan, exactly?â
âWell.â He stands with his hands on his waist, beaming at you. âIâd take my clothes off, get into bed with you, and be there when you wake up.â
âAnd you thought that wouldnât disturb me.â
âIt wouldnât. Because you love me.â
His grin widens and you drop your pretence â yes, your boyfriend is a little dumb when heâs drunk, but at least heâs the kind to try to get into your bed when drunk and not someone elseâs.
âCharles, itâsââyou check your phoneââthe middle of the night.â
He nods. âBedtime, then.â
Before you respond, he starts taking off his clothes, starting with the white polo he wore to the night out with the boys. He unbuttons it quickly, then looks at youâpausesâgrinsâand starts unbuttoning it slowly, keeping eye contact.
âYouâre adorable,â you say, shaking your head. âNot happening, though.â
Charles pouts. âWhy?â
âYouâre drunk.â
âAnd in love,â he says, singing the âloveâ. He closes the distance between you and pulls you in by your waste, tickling your neck with kisses. âYouâre the only thing I want tonight, baby.â
âCharles.â
âMhm?â
The kisses continue, so you put your hands on his cheek, making him face you. You give him a quick kiss on the lips. âIâll get you some water.â
He kisses you back. âI need you, not water.â
âCharlesââ
âI can tell,â he says. âI know you want me, too.â
And you doâgod, you doâbecause he keeps kissing you, brushing that sweet spot on your neck as his kisses threaten to trail lower, and because his hands are dropping lower, too, gripping you just right, andâ
âCharles.â
He takes a step back immediately, noting the lack of playfulness in your voice. âOkay.â
You kiss him on the cheek. âGet in bed. Iâll join you in a minute.â
He nods and you can tell heâs disappointed, but heâd never go against your wishes. Thereâs a line between being playful, debating, maybe even considering his proposal â and the no that means a flat-out no, no considerations included. He never pushes when you donât want him to.
And, unfortunately, that just makes him want you more.
You fill up two glasses of water and take some aspirin from the medicine cabinet, some chocolates, too. Either of you could get peckish later, or in the morning, and youâd rather account for that in advance.
In your bedroom, as you approach itâgently, just in caseâCharles is sprawled on top of the covers, with only boxers to hide his modesty. You chuckle and he startles, then beckons you to come over.
âI just want to cuddle,â he says. âI promise.â
You give him the glass and he downs it, then puts it on the nightstand on your side of the bed. The lightâs still on but itâs a warm, gentle yellow, and you think about leaving it on for just a little longer.
âY/N. Mon amour. Come here.â
You kiss him as you join him on top of the covers. His arms close around you as if thatâs all they were made to do and you feel tension drift from your body. He smells like his most recent aftershave, and you inhale it as if it were a drug â even sweaty after a night out, he still smells like a god.
Charles kisses the top of your head.
âCharles,â you say.
âMhm?â
âYou tired?â
âNot very.â He kisses you again, snuggles you closer. âWhy?â
âIâm think Iâm too awake to fall back asleep.â
His palm is flat on your side and his thumb moves side to side, and you hear him sigh. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to wake you.â
âI canât believe you thought that getting in through the window wouldnât wake me.â
He kisses you again. âYouâre a heavy sleeper, bebe.â
âNot today. Not when youâre out,â you remind him.
âBut Iâm here now, and youâre still not sleepy.â
You hesitate for a momentâyou can still hear the life outside your window, and the world is still wide awake, it seemsâbut then you push yourself up, kissing the corner of Charlesâs jaw.
âI can think of a way you could make up for it,â you whisper.
His hands are on your waist in an instant and heâs kissing you, no, devouring you, and you feel taste the alcohol on his lips and start to feel a little drunk, yourself, as his kisses outline your jaw and stick to your neck, a little too long, long enough that youâll have little bruises tomorrow, andâ
He hits the spot and you moan his name.
âMon amour.â His handâs on your mouth and face above yours, pupils dilated and eyes wild. âWe donât want to be too loud, do we?â
âNo,â you mutter through his hand.
âYou want to go to sleep after this, right?â
âYes.â
He kisses the corner of your jaw like you did to him earlier and heâs nibbling at your earlobe. âThen relax and enjoy.â
His hands cup the bottom of your shorts, getting a handful off your ass. He squeezes it, just enough to draw out a moan, and his lips are on yours again, reminding you to keep quiet, you donât want the neighbours hearing, now, do you? You donât want them to know how hard I fuck you when I havenât seen you all day, when Iâve spent the last five hours thinking about coming here and taking you, all of you, mon amour.
Youâre not sure if heâs saying this or if youâre imagining it, but youâre not even thinking about being quiet anymore because his headâs between your thighs now, telling you how good you taste, and his fingers are pressing down on your lower belly and the neighbours will know how hard he fucks you, they already do.
After a while, he stops asking you to hold back, but he smacks your ass until itâs red and youâre writhing in pleasure because youâre been a bad girl, and heâs filling you up so well that you wonder how in hell you thought youâd be able to go without this tonight.
By the time heâs done, youâre exhausted and so is he, and you fall asleep quicker than you thought it possible, with his hand still tangled in your hair.
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âI fucking love you and that scares the hell out of me!â
I can hear Glen say this, so can you write something with him and this prompt? please and thank you!
I f*cking love you
PAIRING || Glen Powell x Actress!Fem!Reader
WORDCOUNT || ~ 900 words
SUMMARY || You've been working closely with Glen while filming a new rom-com movie, and you two can't help but let the feelings on screen seep into your daily lives. Once your feelings for each other are out in the open, something unexpected blooms between you two, and your intense chemistry is clearly visible, both on- and off-screen.
RATING || Teen (T)
TAGS || RPF. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Unexpected love confession.
A/N || This drabble is part of Nicoline's Summer of Drabbles. I had a lot of fun writing this story, as it's my first time writing for Glen! I'm looking forward to writing more for him in the future, but I hope you will all enjoy my first attempt at a story for this man. This is not proofread - any and all mistakes are my own. đ€
Photo: Source || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin
Main Masterlist || Glen Powell || Summer of Drabbles
Working together with Glen has been nothing short of a dream, and to be working as a lead in a romantic comedy alongside him is the cherry on top. You have been working hard to earn your footing in Hollywood, and this will be your first major role, which only makes it much more special to be working with your celebrity crush.
However, you don't know that he's harboring the same feelings for you, but he's scared to admit it. While he's open to falling in love, he never expected to find it in you - a sweet, soft-spoken girl who has stolen his heart from day one. He never used to believe in love at first sight, but that all changed when he met you. Your shared moments on set, the laughter you've shared, and the way he looks at you when he thinks you're not looking, all these things have made his feelings for you undeniable.
Glen has invited every member of the filming cast and crew to a barbecue and pool party at his house in Austin, and everyone's having a great time. Still, all you can focus on is Glen, his ridiculously delicious hairy chest, and his beautiful smile, which lights up his features.
"Are you even listening to me, or are you too busy drooling over Glen again?" you suddenly hear a woman say, and it's only then that you're snapped back to reality.
"I- uhm- Sorry. My mind was somewhere else," you admit shyly, and just when you look away, Glen looks over at you, but you don't notice. A wave of disappointment washes over him as his attempts to catch your eye fail - he hasn't been able to stop thinking about them for the longest time - but he's run out of luck.
"Why don't you just go up to her and tell her how you feel?!" Glen's trainer says, and Glen turns a deep shade of red at the thought.
"I- No! There's nothing to tell," he says with a bit of a grumble, but it's pretty clear to anyone but the two of you how the other feels. The chemistry between you two practically jumps out of the screen when you're working together, and while everyone's well aware it's because of your mutual pining, they also wish you two would get it over with. And that same night, it finally happens.
The pool party finished a while ago, and you and Glen are seated on a large couch he has in his backyard, cuddled under a soft, warm blanket as it's getting rather chilly, while watching the stars. The twinkling lights above you reflect in his deep, brown eyes, and the cool breeze ruffles his hair. He's sipping on a beer while you're enjoying a soda, and it's the perfect ending to a fun day.
"Can I tell you something?" Glen asks out of nowhere, and your heart starts to beat faster as he pulls you closer. You hum in response, your eyes closed to enjoy the moment for as long as possible - waiting for the moment he'll tell you that he's in love with someone other than yourself.
"I- I fucking love you, and that scares the hell out of me!" he blurts out, and you immediately sit upright, your eyes shooting open as your gaze meets his. A deep red blush covers his face and creeps down his neck as he confesses his love for you in a way he never would have envisioned. His voice trembles with fear and anticipation, and his eyes are filled with a mix of hope and dread.
"Y- You love me?" you ask, and he looks at the beer in his hands as he nods. He knows he won't be able to look at you as you reject him, but he couldn't be more surprised at the words that he hears next.
"Can you look at me, Glen? Because I have to tell you something, too," you say, and he does after sighing and gathering all his courage. Once his eyes are focused on yours, you're getting lost in the green of his irises, and they remind you of so many beautiful memories you've shared.
"I love you too, Glen. I'm in love with you. I have been for years now, as you have been my celebrity crush for as long as I can remember. You're very kind, and there's something special about you. I enjoy spending time with you, and never get bored when I'm around you-" is all you can say before you're cut off mid-sentence.
The warmth of Glen's palm radiates through your entire body as it cups your cheek, and the softness of his lips makes your nerves feel like they're on fire. Your hands land on his hairy chest, your fingers reveling in the feeling of its coarseness underneath them. And most of all, you're getting lost in his taste.
The beer he's been sipping combined with something so him has your mind going into overdrive, and when he pulls away, you can't help but smile like a teenager who just had their first kiss. You lock eyes with him and see the shimmer in them that you've fallen for. The shimmer that lets you know he's happy and that he's in love with you. One that's only visible when he's around the woman he loves: You.
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kink-o-ween - day seven
lando norris - lingerie
cw: smut/pwp, body worship, dirty talk, missionary, established relationship
kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition
you never thought that orange was your colour. in fairness maybe a softer orange or a burnt orange would suit your body better. but mclaren knew very little about nice colours, the glaring orange they use was great on the track. but terrible on your body.
after his most recent win, you wanted to impress your boyfriend of the last several months. he worked so hard to get where he was, so close to the championship that he could almost taste the champagne of victory! and it was your job to make sure that morale was high for him, so he could see his victory to the end.
and sometimes that meant wearing the garish mclaren orange.
you wore the lingerie all day on the track. you were thankful that the clothes you wore over top were made of a thick enough material to hide any showing of what was underneath. no one needed to see your orange panties. but, that did mean you were fanning yourself more often due to the heat.
damn if you do, damn if you don't.
however, you were the most happy about the fact that despite the colour. the set was rather comfortable. the bra had enough support that it didn't dig into your sides and the panties were made of a lacy material that didn't scratch at weird places. and most of all you were happy to see lando score his victory.
he was all smiles as you two headed back to the hotel room for the night. you were practically guiding him to your room. he was attached to you like barnacle. his arms wrapped around you, you were wearing his mclaren hat.
he was even getting a good feel of you which made you squirm a little as you tried to get the key into the door. once it was opened you managed to get enough distance from him to get your shoes off. he followed suit, he knew you wouldn't let him get his dirty runners into your shared bed. he was running off the high of the weekend. he wanted to dig his hands into his beautiful girlfriend and give her all the loving he could.
he was eager to get his black t-shirt off and strip down to nothing. but he got curious when you got closer to the bedroom and hadn't taken a single thing off (other than your shoes). and once you got into the bedroom, you sat on the bed while lando stood there partially undressed.
"is everything okay?" he asked.
you nodded, "oh yeah, of course! i just had a surprise for you. and i didn't want to ruin it in the living room." you giggled, "come sit and i'll show you."
lando, eager to please, sat down and got his belt out of the loops of his jeans. he watched you get up before you reached for the hem of your t-shirt. you paused for a moment and lando leaned forward.
"god, this is going to be embaressing. you better not think it's tacky."
lando chuckled, "babe, you could wear leopard print and tiger print at the same time and i wouldn't think it was tacky. c'mon, show me." his voice gave you enough confidence to fully get your t-shirt off. revealing the bright orange bra underneath. lando's eyes went wide and he said, "oh, wow!"
you dropped the shirt and crossed your arms, "ugh, this is stupid."
"no, no! i love it. is that my number right there." he leaned a little forward and pulled your arms away from your chest. as an added detail you put on it you sewed lando's number over the left cup of the bra. he beamed at you, "oh, this is beautiful." then took you by the arms and pulled you onto the bed.
he was soon over top of you, his hands on you as he kissed you passionately. he continued to give you praise for your undergarments. you were such a thoughtful girlfriend. you were perfect for him and he loved you so much. he soon got out of his clothes rather quickly, but admired the lingerie on you for a little while longer.
he touched your breasts, he grabbed hold and felt the fabric and you soft skin under his palms. his cock was hard as he admired your beauty. and you couldn't help but feel hot in the cheeks as you laid there under him.
"you look good in this colour."
"i don't know if you'd be saying that if you weren't driving for mclaren." you replied then lando leaned in a kissed you on the lips. you felt him start to undo your bra and you did your best to get the panties off. he wished that you couldn't left them on the entire time you had sex. but, the only think better than you in mclaren orange was you naked.
"as long as you had my number on you, i'd be happy. you could be in a potato sack with the number four, and i'd still make love to you." he chuckled as he got the bra off. then slowly got the panties off.
once you were naked, lando started to undress himself, your eyes lingered on his toned body and you leaned in to kiss him over the heart which made him shudder a little bit. you giggled against his heated skin.
"maybe next time i should make you wear something with my name on it." then kissed his collarbone.
he worked at his jeans and laughed a little, "i'll happily do that." before he kicked off his pants and eventually his boxers. now both naked you two were together in the bed.
you moaned into the kiss he placed on your lips and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. you rubbed yourself up against him. lando's hands roamed your body.
when he pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. he smiled at you, "you're beautiful. so beautiful. i can't believe you were wearing that all day today. i wished you showed me, i would've happily take it off at the track."
"oh my god, you perv." you giggled as you raked your fingers through his dark hair, "you'd happily have me over your car if given the chance."
he pulled away and beamed at you, "will you." and was met with a slap on the chest. he laughed, "i'm joking!" before he took you by the hips and brought you closer to him. he eyed your body for a moment and licked his lips, "plus, i'd hate for anyone else to see all this beautiful. call me selfish, but i want this all to myself." his cock twitched at the sight of you.
"good then, because you have it. every last inch, from top to bottom." and you watched lando smile before he leaned in once more for a heated kiss. you held onto his shoulders while he got a better hold of your hips.
when he pulled away, he got himself properly in between your legs. then slowly inched his cock into your pussy. you held onto the covers under you as he got himself into you. you made a soft moaning noise and he felt excitement run through him.
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you were perfect, so perfect that you got lingerie for him. based off of his number and team colours. you looked amazing in it and he wished you'd wear it more. to know that you were wearing his colours. he leaned in for another kiss as he started to move against you. he pressed his chest up against yours. his lips found yours and held onto your soft hips.
"i love you." he said when he broke the kiss for a moment. he groaned a little before he went in for another kiss. he deepened it and he felt his heart rate increase.
you moaned against his lips, you said you loved him too in your mind as you soon held onto his shoulders. you felt lando move against you, and his hungry gaze on you as the two of you fucked on the bed.
you two made a good pair, most people would say that. especially when you greeted lando when he won and when he'd hold you so tightly after a race. you were his good luck charm and always pushed himself past his limits on the track when he knew you were watching. he didn't believe that was a 'number one fan' of his, but if there was, you'd have that title.
"i love you." he said again as he moved faster against you. he watched your breasts move with each of his movements. your hands were back on the covers and he could see you panting.
there was a bit of sweat on your bodies as the two of you moved together. you quickly found lando's pace and met it. which only made the two of you hotter. the added pleasure seeped into your brains as the bed creaked under you.
"you are the most beautiful woman in the world. when we're done i'm going to kiss every part of you. you need to know how beautiful you are. how you look under me. you drive me crazy every day, i can't do a day without seeing you or a photo of you. but no photo does it justice." he groaned as he pulled back and re positioned himself on his knees to get the perfect angle to fuck you.
"you're making me blush." you giggled as you tried to hide your face for a moment, but lando soon pressed your hands onto the bed and continued to thrust into you.
"don't hide from me. you're too beautiful to hide yourself. i want to see every inch of you." he panted a little heavier as he really moved against you. his thrusts were hard and made you see stars.
"lando!" you whined.
he looked at you as he really worked himself against you. his tanned and toned body really moved well against you. he could feel his brain full of lust as he started to lose his pace, pleasure fully taking over.
you held onto his hands tightly as you really felt the thrill of pleasure in your body. you held on tightly as you came around his cock, the pleasure washed over you like a wave and it left you panting like an animal. you could feel the sweat at your temples as it all came crashing down on you.
"lando."
"i got you, beautiful." he chuckled softly as he kissed the apple of your cheek before he continued to rut against you. the kisses continued once more and with a few more heavy thrusts, your boyfriend finished inside of you.
you whined against him and felt a shudder of want through his body. he continued to rut against you a few more times before he eventually slowed down to a stop.
he was panting heavily and so were you. he pulled out and laid next to you on the bed. he wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you on the mouth. he melted a little bit into a kiss as he felt the after waves of pleasure.
"can you put the lingerie back on? i want to see it on you again, maybe take some photos." he beamed at you lazily. you pinched his cheeks and kissed him once more.
you'd do it for him, after all you paid good morning for it! <3
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Hello! I'm a sucker for menu style requests, expect more of me lol
I would like a gluten-free pizza with red sauce with roasted peppers and pulled pork, plus a mango smoothie with no dessert. All served by Oscar Piastri
I've read a couple of your fics, and they're really good! Keep it up <3
Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
gluten-free enemies to lovers red sauce rough sex roasted peppers "Such a good whore" pulled pork "God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you" mango smoothie baby trapping dessert yes served by Oscar Piastri
Oscar x Fem! reader
TW mention of pregnancy, creampie, unprotected sex, fingering, orgasm description, MDNI 18+
WC 1200+
Y/N POV
"Oscar, get ready now. You need to be in the Fan Zone in less than 15 minutes and I'm not fucking sprinting there this week," I snap at Oscar after having found him asleep in his driver's room when he was supposed to be getting ready to go on stage.
"Go away, Y/N! I'll be there on time," Oscar groans back turning his back towrds me making me march over to the Aussie, where I pull him arm slightly.
"Let's fucking go. I'll be damned for you're the fucking reason I get fired," I snapped again while attempting to yank him out of the bed again.
"You do realize my pinky has more strength than your entire body?" Oscar says while looking up at me softly.
"Please, Osc, we need to go," I ask back cleanly getting desperate.
"Fine, but when I'm done I want you back in here with me," Oscar says with a small smirk playing on his lips. I just groan but agree knowing how it goes for Oscar and I.
"You know you love when I use that little body of yours," Oscar whispered in my ear as we walk towards the Fan Zone making my face grow hot but I just laugh lightly trying to play off the moment like Oscar had told a joke since did have eyes on us.
"Get on stage and behave, and then we'll see about me coming back to your room," I tell him softly while standing backstage to make sure I was close to everything in case Oscar or Lando needed something but far enough away not many people could see me.
When the boys finally wrapped up both of them head back off stage and we all quickly usher ourselves back to the garage where we could finally wrap up for the day and head back to the hotel to get ready for race day tomorrow.
"You're coming to my hotel instead. I wanna take my time," Oscar whispers in my ear making me groan and roll my eyes.
"Drop the fucking attitude," Oscar whispers in my ear before we both go separate ways.
When I get back to my hotel room I quickly change out of my McLaren uniform and into a pair of sweats and a tank top before walking out and down the hall towards Oscar's room.
I knock on the door softly when Oscar opens the door and quickly pulls me into his room and in for a kiss.
"Fuck, I've wanted to do that all day," Oscar groans while guiding me toward his bed.
When he gets me on the bed he instantly slips my sweats off leaving me in my tank top and thong.
"Holy fuck Oscar, I've been in your room less than 3 minutes, have some fucking decorum," I gasp when he leans down and takes a teasing lick at my thong-covered pussy.
"I've waited all day 'cause someone insisted work was more important than coming over this morning," Oscar says while sending a slap down on my inner thigh.
"And drop the fucking attitude," Oscar says before sending another slap down on my inner thigh.
"Osc, please," I whine lifting my hips and trying to get Oscar where I need him.
"So fucking needy! You just told me to have decorum," Oscar says with an eye roll but still proceeds to rip off my thong tearing it to shreds.
"OSCAR! That's the third fucking pair this week," I complain but am quickly shut up by Oscar's mouth on my pussy making me moan loudly.
"Just shut up," Oscar groans burying his face back into my pussy. Oscar knew what he was doing, he knew all the spots to hit with his tongue that would leave me with shakey legs and begging to cum for him.
"Oh, Osc," I scream when I feel Oscar roughly shove 2 fingers deep into my pussy making sure to graze my G-spot.
"Fuck, I love when you get close," Oscar groans making me whimper from the vibrations on my clit.
"Cum for me," Oscar says while speeding up his actions sending me into a shaking orgasm.
"Fuck," I cry out starting to try and get away from Oscar's quick and relentless fingers.
"Stay fucking still," Oscar roughly tells me while using his free hand to send a harsh slap down on my inner thigh.
"Osc, too much," I beg trying to get away only resulting in Oscar roughly pulling his fingers out and shoving them into my mouth.
"Fucking finally some silence," Oscar tells me while sending another slap down on my thigh. Oscar makes quick work of taking off his clothes and roughly burying himself deep into my pussy and giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size.
"Fuck, how do you get tighter the more I fuck you," Oscar groans when he starts rocking his hips clearly getting lost in the pleasure.
"So good, faster please," I praise and beg needing more from Oscar.
"Such a good whore," Oscar groans making me whimper when I feel his fingers back on my clit only adding to the pleasure.
"I love feeling you clench around my cock, lets me know you're just a little slut ready to cum whenever I want," Oscar tells me only speeding up his actions and bringing me impossibly closer to the edge. Oscar knew I was gonna be cumming for him if he kept up his actions so he slowed down just a bit.
"NO! Osc, please," I shout out not happy with being denied the orgasm that was so close I could practically taste it.
"You'll cum, but when I'm ready," Oscar tells me making me whimper.
"Please," I begged while trying to sneak a hand between our bodies but Oscar quickly caught both of my hands and pinned them above my head where he continued to pound into me.
"Osc, I need it," I whine again for him.
"I'll do anything," I continue.
"God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you. One second you're being a little bitch and the next you're like putty in my hands willing to do anything to cum for me," Oscar scoffs making me whine and continue to buck my hips trying to cum for him.
"Go on, cum for me," Oscar finally says while letting go of my hands and bringing one of his down to play with my clit while he brings me over the edge in a screaming orgasm.
I feel Oscar start cumming deep in my pussy making me whimper at the feeling of being filled up with his hot cum.
"God, I would love to watch you get pregnant with my child," Oscar says with a smirk while falling next to me in pulling me in for a chest.
"I would ring you for all your money," I joke with a smirk on my face only making Oscar roll his eyes.
"I would very much be involved in my child's life. But by all means you can have my bank account if you carry my babies," Oscar tells me making me shake my head. It was a conversation for another day.
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Better kind of best friend (part 2)
Pairing : Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux x Charles Leclerc | Poly & bisexual fem!reader
Warnings : slight emotional cheating, obsessive/possessive/manipulative behavior, suggestive content/smut, fluff then angst then dark fluff, inaccurate racing calendar and school programs, polyamory, use of y/n, slight dacryphilia
Synopsis : When you left the UK for a year long art restoration program in Monaco, you mainly wanted to make some friends. What you didn't expect was to find your best friend on the first day. And then fall in love with her. And then get tangled in the web of Monaco high society as her boyfriend came back to town, unaware of your little affairs. What the fuck happened to you, you just wanted to make some friends...
Moth's prophecyđĄ : Hi cryptids ! Thank you for being so supportive, here is the awaited part two with the arrival of Charles ! You can find part one here if you havenât read it yet. For the sake of it being easier to read for everyone, the dialogues between Alex and Charles are written in English, even though they would speak French between them. We got some angst, we got some very light suggestive content, we got some manic episodes, and that should leave us with the tasty fucked up shit for the last (two lasts ?) chapters. Enjoy !
âY/N⊠Iâm sorry IâŠ. I have a boyfriendâŠâ
In a fraction of second, the room felt very cold. You suddenly took into account the breeze from the open window, and the uncomfortable scratch of the hair curlers against your scalp, itching to get off. The taste of red wine on your tongue started to feel like a thick paste, making it hard to breathe, and as you got up and away from Alexandra, your head spun, as if you had been hit by a ton of bricks. You needed some air.
âWait !â Alexandra tried to hold your hand, bring you back down to the ground, but her fingers felt like fire against your skin, and not the enjoyable type. You tried to get away, so she rose up, closing the gap to you. âPlease, listen to me⊠Iâm sorry, I know I should have told you earlierâŠâ
You could barely make out her voice with the sounds of the street below her apartment. And why was she looking at you like that, like a deer caught in headlights, like⊠Like she pitied you ? You felt sick.
âYeah⊠Yeah, you should have.â You probably should have felt embarrassed yourself. Shameful you even tried something. But you quickly realized the sickness you felt was not due to shame or sadness, but anger. Two full months had passed, and not more than a day or two had gone by where you hadnât been together. âNot once, in two months, did you think of mentioning it ?â
You heard yourself as if someone else was speaking. Thoughts swirling in your mind, replaying each of her words and action. Had you missed a hint somewhere ? Were you in the wrong here ? You could replay the movie a hundred times and still, you were sure you would find no flaw. All the nights she had fell asleep in your arms, all the kisses she had peppered your skin with, all the touches and the petnames, now you could see clearly how inappropriate they would have been for anyone with a boyfriend.
âI know, Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â Her breathing got heavier and tears started coming to her eyes, yet you had never felt so little pity towards someone. âI didnât want it to change what we have, and it all got so confusing so quickly for me, IâŠâ
âBecause it wasnât confusing for me ?â You raised your voice at her. You probably should not have, but she had just half-admitted to knowing her behavior had crossed some boundaries. âPlease tell me you are in an open relationship. Please Alex⊠tell me you havenât just lied to me.â You were pleading, begging. Donât they say bargaining is one of the five stages of grief ? But her silence and shameful eyes gave you every answer you needed.
âI didnât lie I⊠I just didnât talk about itâŠâ
âItâs the same fucking thing !â Definitely pushing her arms away from you, you started to gather your things from the floor of her living room. Thankfully, you hadnât changed into your pajamas yet, you thought, or the scene would have been even more embarrassing.
âI didnât know what to do !â Tears now rolling down her pink cheeks, she was following you around, words tumbling down in a rush to get her point across. âIt all happened so quickly and heâs not home and you⊠Youâve been everything to me, please trust me ! Y/N, please stop !â She tugged at your arm once more, and cupped your face between her hands. Still crying, she planted a soft kiss on your lips, trembling, but this time, you were the one who pulled away. âIâve never felt this way for a girl before⊠Iâve never had feeling like this for another woman, or anyone truly and-â
âOh no.â You immediately cut her off and took two steps back. âNo, this is not happening.â Throwing your things in your bag in a hurry, you couldnât even look at her anymore or else you were sure you would end up either giving in or spitting to her face. âI am not about to be your little uni experiment, your fucking distraction before you go back to the safety of a manâs arms.â
Putting your bag on your shoulder and throwing her curlers to the floor, you gave her one last look, filled with all the anger and disappointment you could muster. So that was it, then ? Fuck it, even crying she was pretty. She had fallen back down to her knees and for a second, you saw yourself laying above her, kissing her wet cheeks, brushing her hair. Maybe you could have her for a night, a few days, a parenthesis of happiness until the man returned. It could not last, but it could exist. Scraping the last bits of this relationship like the bottom of a candle, and you would keep the remnants of it in a secret part of your brain until the year ended. But you knew the pain would be too much. And it wasnât why you came here in the first place.
âI know what Iâm worth, Alex. And Iâm worth more than that.â
âAh cazzo per lâamor del cielo Y/N !â You hid yourself deeper under the cover of your bed as Chiara barged in your room. âGet out !â She pulled on the blanket, as you sighed and whined, too tired to fight. The ginger girl crouched next to you, eyes pleading. âPlease make her leave, sheâs been knocking on the door since we kicked her out and we canât close, Marco forgot his keys.â She took one of your hand in hers to help you sit on the edge. âIf you donât, I honestly canât promise she wonât come in during the night and I actually want to sleep for once. So please. Go.â
You nodded bashfully as she left the room, visibly annoyed. For two weeks now, all eight other students had had to deal with the awkward mood your friendship breakup had installed in the workshop. And that implied, unfortunately for your roommates, Alex coming in at unholy hours, begging to be heard. It was honestly a miracle no one had told you two to fuck off until now.
You pushed the curtains back as quietly as possible, peeking through the window at the entrance of the house. And indeed, there she was, banging on the door. You rolled your eyes and got up to put a coat over your pajamas. In your closet, not-so-well hidden, the scarf she had left you not long before it all went to shit⊠Your fingers brushed slightly over it, but you left it in place, and headed down the stairs. In the smallest living room, sipping tea and glancing at you, were your two German roommates. You mouthed a âsorryâ at them, and opened the door, immediately pushing Alex away from it.
âStop it before they call the cops on you.â You crossed your arms and took a good look at her. Fiddling with the worn-out sleeves of a sweater your recognized as yours, she looked exhausted. Dark circles under her eyes, hair a mess, she was far from the walking ray of sunshine you had known. You sighed, and started walking towards the parking lot a bit further down the main path, where you knew she had probably parked. âCome. Weâve bothered them enough.â
She followed without making a sound, her head down. You recognized her car, and sat on the small low wall facing it. She tried to sit next to you, but when she felt you move away, decided to stay up. You looked at each other for a while, your silence only interrupted by a few night birdsâ chirps and the waves down in the bay.
Two weeks had passed since what you called in your head âthe accidentâ. And if you had trouble living with the aftermath, Alexandra was taking it even worse than you. In order to protect yourself and allow to maybe, one day, recover something good from it, you decided to keep your interactions strictly confined to the subject of the workshop. Considering your two roles had very little to share at this point of the project, it meant that you were pretty much free to ignore her without being too much of a bitch. And lord knew it would have been too hard to stay mad at her with extended contact. Even right now, as she raised her doe eyes at you, you could feel your confidence faltering.
When you were alone in your bed at night, cuddling the plushie she had won you at the funfair, that was when you questioned if you were doing the right thing. After all, she had not promised you anything. You had lived in fantasies, daydreams of a romance carefully crafted by your need for love. Maybe she was like that with all of her friends. Maybe you could go back to being friends.
But no. She had confessed to knowing. To lying. To having feelings too. There was no coming back from this. Only growth and lessons. And right now, this meant for you some space.
âWell, are you going to talk ?â She opened her mouth, then seemed to reconsider, and you groaned. âItâs already 10 and Iâm freezing cold, if you got nothing to say Iâm leaving.â You started to get up but she put her hands up.
âWait ! Okay wait sorry, please stayâŠâ You sat back down, closing your coat tighter. âThank you. I⊠Okay hm. Putain. Bon.â She took an inspiration, and you knew this meant she was going to talk non stop until her mouth ran dry. âIâm sorry about everything that happened, from our meeting to tonight. I fucked up. I omitted things and I lied and I did everything I could to stay in your good graces because I grew so fond of you so quickly I didnât know how to deal with it. I really thought we could be best friends and you know Iâve never been really good with girl friendships I told you about it and I admit I may have crossed the line a bit, once or twice but-â You could not help but scoff. âWhat ?â
âSorry, please do go onâ
âNo, what, tell me ?â She raised her hand to you, and you did not take it.
âOnce or twice ? A bit ?â Her lips started trembling and you stopped her before she could start talking again. âAlex. Friends donât do any of the shit we did. Friends probably donât sleep almost naked together and cuddling ! God damn it, you hand-fed me pastries in my bed, and you think thatâs a little over the line ?â You heard yourself screaming and tried to take a deep breath, but the freezing air only made your lungs hurt even more.
âIâm sorry ! I wish I could tell you I didnât know butâŠâ She was shaking, from stress or the cold, you did not know. Finally she raised her eyes, and you felt like she was going to be honest, with herself and you, for the first time in weeks. âBut the truth is I knew. I knew there could be something more and I wanted it too. I⊠I think I still want it. But thereâs-â
âThereâs your boyfriend. Honestly Alex, with all due respect, fuck off. How can you tell me that straight in the eye ? Iâm not some homewrecker, and to be completely honest with youâ You got up and took a step forward, pushing your index finger against her shoulder. âEven if you guys broke up I wouldnât want anything with you.â Wow. Nice lie. But at least it seemed to hurt her in all the right places. âYou should have experimented back when you were single like everyone else. You played with my feelings, knowing them and knowing we had no chance at anything serious. I did not have a say in this !â At this point you were very thankful you were the only house around, because you were fully screaming. âAll I wanted was to make some fucking friends Alex ! And no friend in their right mind would have done what you did to me. So please, if you have nothing more than empty apologies and more pain to offer⊠please leave.â
âI really like you.â She breathed out the words in a whisper, and it broke the last loose screw of your sanity.
âAnd I love you !â There. Out it was, your great love confession, blown away by the wind of the sea, destined to forever belong only to the cries of the seagulls. In the end, it wasnât so hard to say. âBut sometimes itâs not enough. Love isnât enough.â Turning your back to her, you thought this was truly the end. Nothing was salvageable from that night. âGoodnight Alexandra.â
You almost ran back up the parking lot to the gate of the house, through the living room now empty, and up the stairs. You were about to enter your room, but went to the one to your left, Chiaraâs. Her window was opened and she was sitting on the edge of it, smoking a joint. Of course, she had heard everything.
âTrouble in paradise ?â
âFuck off.â You went next to her, taking the joint from her hands. From her seat, she had had a direct view of the whole scene, sound and light.
You took a drag, almost immediately coughing. The weed was disgusting, not half as good as the one you were used to, and Chiara gave you a look of approval, a kind of âitâs the only thing I could findâ. Without knowing how or why, you broke down in tears.
When Charles finally hung up from his phone call with his manager, he raised his eyes to see that the taxi had already entered Monaco. The morning light was piercing through the clouds, shining on the wet pavement as to signal the end of the week-long downpour.
Finally home, he thought. He could not wait to be back at his apartment, and enjoy the rare two and a half weeks break before the last races of the year. The flight had been so long, his whole body was still sore from yesterdayâs race, and still he was excited for the day to come. He would come home, and have Alexandra greeting him as usual, full of anecdotes and gossips to share. He would give her the gifts he had prepared, and then they would order from the Chinese restaurant they loved. Eat together, chill a bit, probably have sex. Then tomorrow they would go to his momâs, take the opportunity to get a haircut, and maybe see some friends. He grinned at the perspective of a few days unplanned, going with the flow. Those were so rare nowadays.
The excitement made him tip the driver even more than usual, and he went up the stairs running, his bags almost scattering on the floor multiple times. But as he opened the door, still smiling, his excitement quickly faded. The apartment was completely empty, as if no one had been in it in weeks. He entered carefully, calling for Alexandra, but no answer. Every room still smelled of cleaning products, proof that except for the cleaning lady last Wednesday, it had been desert of any life.
Charles, starting to worry, tried calling his girlfriend multiple times, to no avail. So he threw all of his bags in the bedroom, changed his sweater, took his car keys and double of hers and decided to go check her own apartment. She was never in it, but maybe something had happened ? Thankfully, word hadnât yet gone out that he was back, which means he was able to get his car out and through Monacoâs streets without any trouble.
The sight when he opened her door was even worse than at his own place. The usually immaculate apartment was in a mess, clothes everywhere on the floor, dishes piling up in the sink, and a good amount of paper bags from food orders scattered across the kitchen. In all of this, a few sobs could be heard.
âAlex ? Mon amour, where are you ?â Charles called out, voice cracking with concern as he navigated the mess in the apartment, searching for any sign of his girlfriend.
Finally, he found her curled up on the couch, hidden under a blanket, desperately sobbing and shaking as she held close a huge plushie he did not recognize. Charles rushed to her side, dropping to his knees next to the couch and wrapping his arms around her. She immediately pulled him in closer, drenching his sweater in tears.
âHey, hey breathe love⊠whatâs wrong, tell me whatâs going on ?â He murmured and tried to hold her face to his, but she would always push back against his neck.
He finally managed to cup her cheeks and started to kiss her face, repeating again and again that she had to breathe. He honestly did not know what to do, he had never seen her so vulnerable, so⊠broken ? His heart shattered at the mere thought of what could have brought her to this point.
âI- I fucked up CharlesâŠâ Alexandra chocked out, her voice breaking in uncontrollable sobs. If she had managed to talk, she would now not let go of his arms, and Charles winced as she buried her nails in them.
âBaby tell me what happened, it canât be that bad, itâs okay weâll manageâŠâ
Suddenly Alexâs eyes stayed fixated on Charlesâ, and her tears calmed down, along with her erratic breathing. She seemed to realize something, and started apologizing profusely. When she managed to talk again, Charles was completely lost as to what had happened.
âIâm sorry⊠itâs nothing, itâs just⊠Itâs Y/Nâ Charles nodded. He was actually pretty excited to come back also for you, the mysterious new friend of Alex which she wouldnât stop teasing him about. She supposedly wanted him to meet you, and Charles had been witness to so many attempts from Alex at making girl friends, he was glad she had finally managed. You seemed like a good person, from what he heard. âWe⊠we got into an argument. Weâre not friends anymore. It was my fault and itâs over.â
Charlesâ brows furrowed as he helped Alex get out of the blanket. That was it ? Sure, you had seemed like an good friend to Alex, but she had lost a few friends along the way growing up, and none had ever provoked such an extreme reaction. He glanced around the room again, at the state of the whole apartment. But when his eyes landed back on Alexandra, he could feel the plea on her face to not dig much more.
Of course there was more to it. But what kind of friendâs argument would lead to someone completely breaking down like that ?
As Charles held his girlfriend to his chest, rubbing her back and slowly calming her down, he glanced at her phone, and decided he would probably get more directly from you.
Well shit, it was fancy. As you entered the restaurant in the most luxurious part of Monaco, you started to really regret your choice of clothing. Even the lady in charge of welcoming clients eyed you up and down before raising a brow, clearly not impressed.
âI have a reservation ? Well someone invited me, his nameâs Charles ?â You could feel yourself blushing as she gauged you.
She then gestured for you to wait to the side as she left towards the back of the restaurant. When she came back, it was to tell you to follow her.
Hidden behind the bar, far from any windows, were a few booths, carefully covered with flower arrangements and ivy leaves curtains. In the one you followed the lady to, a man was sitting, probably around your age, with light brown hair and piercing green eyes. Some curls were falling down on his forehead, and when he raised his head and smiled at you, dimples immediately appeared. Of course he was cute. Of course she had to have a gorgeous boyfriend too.
âY/N ! Am I pronouncing it right ?â He stood up and thanked the lady, then gestured you to sit in front of him. You nodded and sat back down with him. âSo nice to finally meet you ! Iâve heard so much.â
You couldnât say the same, unfortunately, and the chuckle that left your mouth couldnât have been repressed even if you tried.
You thanked him, and as he gave you time to scan the menu, you could not prevent yourself from stealing glances. He was dressed pretty casually too, which made you feel better about your own outfit, but you got the same feeling from him as you did from Alexandra when you first met her. There was something rich about the man, luxurious, in the way he presented himself, smiled and talked. And god, the more you looked at him, the more you could tell why she had fallen in love with him. This was the kind of guy you only ever saw in magazines, too pretty to be true. You felt yourself getting dizzy, and put your attention back on the menu. You were probably tired and in need of caffeine, why else would you feel so weak ?
Yet you had no idea he was doing the exact same thing, going over every little detail of your face and posture in his head. He had heard from you, sure, but not as much as he told, and most importantly, he had never seen you, even in pictures. Nothing could have prepared him, honestly. There was something about you, he wasnât sure if it was physically or in the way you held yourself, that made his heart flutter. Suddenly he felt a bit shy, and completely unable to stop peeking at you. But he quickly reminded himself of why he was here, and chased his thoughts as far away as possible.
âThank you for coming, first of all.â You gave him a polite smile and thanked the waiter for your coffee. âIâll be honest with you, especially on the matter of why Alex isnât here.â There it was. You shifted in your seat, a bit uncomfortable. The closest exit was in sight, thankfully, in case he made a scene or started to threaten you. You had no idea what he knew, and it scared you a bit. âI⊠I came home two days ago. And Alex wasâŠâ He sour laughed, and started playing with his spoon. âA mess. I think itâs the best way to say it. I tried to make her talk but⊠only thing she gave away is that you two had an argument ? And that it was her fault. But Iâve never seen her like that before. I⊠I would like, if you donât mind, Iâd like to know what happened.â
Oh shit. So she hadnât told him anything. Well of course, lie by omission seemed to be her thing. Were you really about to be the one to break the news to her boyfriend, who by the way seemed like a sweetheart, that her girlfriend had almost cheated ?
He gave you an encouraging smile, and you gripped your cup tighter. Why did they have to look so much alike. Everything about him was warm, kind, you could not hurt him even if you tried. What would it bring you, to do that ? Break them up ? And then what ? She was too out of it to do anything good with herself on her own. He seemed like a good person. And you were not a home wrecker. Sure, you didnât work out. But maybe they could. You were the problem, she hadnât fully cheated, she still had a chance at fixing up her couple. Who would you be to deny her.
âI donât have much more to say honestly. We had a disagreement, one of which you canât work through sometimes. Itâs okay.â You gave a forced smile, and Charles was confident in that instant that there was more to it. This kind of painful conclusion, he knew them too well.
âAre you sure ? You seem upset.â You crossed your arms and he felt like he had maybe pushed too far.
âYes. Itâs been tough but Iâll get through it, and Alex will too. Maybe weâll work it out, maybe we wonât, thatâs our problem Iâm afraid. Sorry you had to deal with the aftermath.â
You saw in his pinched lips, in the way his eyes scanned you, that he wanted to press further. But you wouldnât be the truth bearer. You had done enough. Alexâs commitment to honesty would be his only way of finding out. And it seemed he realized it, because he nodded, and thanked you.
You thought you were done, but he shifted the conversation to lighter topics, your life in Monaco, how the workshop was going. He seemed really interested, and you realized you hadnât made as much friends as you wished because of your closeness with Alex. So you gave in to the attention. And you realized you craved it, especially when it came from people who seemed a life away from you.
âWhat about you ? Out of state often, I understood ?â
âWhy donât you take a guess ?â He rested his face on his closed knuckles, and you closed the gap to him, faking analyzing his face. This made him chuckle, and his laugh tugged at your heart in ways you werenât sure you liked.
âYou donât look like a business man.â He faked an offended face, then winked. Were all monegasques raised to be teases ? âOut often and comfortable with money ? Weâre in a private booth where the staff seems to know you⊠Iâd say an athlete maybe ?â
âBingo !â He made his spoon ring on the rim of your cup, and sat back against his chair. There was a coolness in the way he moved and talked, something mesmerizing.
You thought he was collected. Truth is, thoughts raced through his brain at light speed and the more you talked, the less he listened. If there was something they had always agreed on was with Alexandra, it was that being in a relationship did not mean you found everyone but your partner disgusting suddenly. They were honest about their admiration for otherâs looks and personalities, both convinced it was part of the human experience. And so he tried to persuade himself that this meeting was just that, another girl he just found pretty. And interesting. With a smooth voice. And nice fingers. Whose hair would probably look gorgeous laid out on his pillows. And fuck, he thought. That was not good. Not good at all.
Before he would start blushing again, mind filled with unholy pictures, he decided it was time to leave. You were a bit surprised at the abruptness of it, but agreed, you had things to do too. As you stood up, he looked a bit embarrassed.
âI know it might sound weird but⊠would you mind waiting a minute before leaving ? Giving me a head start.â He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and laughed. âEverythingâs already paid for Iâm not trying to scam you ! Just⊠I think itâs better for you if we donât leave together.â
You furrowed your brows, not really understanding the request, but sat back down. You were too tired to fight about that.
âThanks, youâre a dear. You have my number, letâs stay in touch !â And just like that, he was gone.
When you left the booth two minutes later, as requested, you heard a commotion right outside the restaurant. You quickly walked through the crowd gathering on the side of the terrace and started leaving when something caught your attention. A kid, screaming a name you had heard not so long ago.
You walked a bit further down the square and looked back to see Charles in the middle of the crowd, being photographed by paparazzis and families, signing autographs and struggling to get out. When he finally did manage, he entered a slick black car which looked like a million pounds, and left without even glancing back at the crowd.
âCharles⊠Monaco⊠AthleteâŠâYou entered the words in Google, and found him immediately. A Formula 1 Driver. A fan favorite, it seemed. âAlex you bitch you could have warned me that heâs famousâŠâ
Still, his request had got you out of a very sticky situation, and you were grateful you would not find yourself in newspapers tomorrow. So you switched to your text messages, and sent to Charles a thanks for the heads up.
Unknowingly to you, he sat in his parking lot for ten minutes before going back to his apartment, staring at his screen and blushing like a teenager.
Charles was tired. It had been more a week since his return, and Alexandra gave no signs of improvement, despite his tries. She would keep up the appearances in public, but made no effort at home, and avoided all friends or family gatherings he attended. And still, she would refuse to talk.
After he came back from having a drink with you, another one he did not tell Alexandra about, another one he had to sit out the excitement of in his car, another one that convinced him that you could be essential to making her feel better, because you made him feel good, he decided it was enough.
Alex was sitting on the couch, her plushie always glued to her, watching the cars go by. At least she had accepted to come back to his apartment. He brought her tea and took the plushie away from her, not without getting a whine in return.
âAlex, we need to talk.â She gave him her usual sad puppy eyes, but this time, Charles was decided to not let her manipulate him. âItâs gonna be okay, Iâll be here no matter what. But you have to tell me what happened. It canât go on like that.â Finally she sighed and sat straighter on the couch, trading her sad eyes for the stone cold face she wore when he wasnât around.
âYeah youâre right.â She let out a shaky breath, betraying her anxiousness, then took Charlesâ hands in hers. Finally, they would maybe be able to move on. Finally he might get back his lover. âI⊠I lied to you. About Y/N.â Obviously, thought Charles, and though he did not want to admit it, he had a small idea of why. She planted her eyes in his, and holding his hand tighter, finally said the truth out loud. âI never told Y/N about you. I never even told her I had a boyfriend. I should have been honest from the beginning, but it got confusing very quickly, and I didnât want to ruin⊠Iâd say our friendship but I know it was more than that.â
He knew it. It pained him to admit it, but he had had a feeling, and his instinct rarely lied. Now the only thing left was to find out how much had happened. Unable to speak up, he nodded to encourage her to keep going.
âI was scared of losing her and losing you. I told you about her because I thought if you two met, it would just be me and my two favorites people and everything would be great. I didnât think further than that. But⊠but I knew she had feelings and I liked it, I liked having someone so⊠devoted to me.â That didnât surprise him. Alex had always had a praise kink, worshipping her might be the fastest way to her heart. âAnd I guess I ended up falling for her too.â
As Alexandraâs voice became shakier, he knew he was touching the main subject. It was already a lot, he needed to process, but he needed the full picture for it.
âMon coeur, I need you to be completely honest. Did something happen between you two ?â He saw her hesitating for a moment, before nodding, her gaze fixed on their hands still holding.
âYes.â She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. âWe kissed⊠I pulled away but I didnât want to.â
Charles finally pulled his hands away from hers and got up. He felt hurt. Betrayed. Used. He had been kept in the dark both by his own girlfriend and you, truly the butt of the joke. Yet he felt empty of any anger. He looked at the little decorations in the living room. They would be so easy to smash. Probably satisfying. Yet when he brushed his fingers against it, he only managed to push them back in their exact place, all perfectly symmetrical. Strangely, it brought him more comfort than punching something.
âAre you not going to say anything ?â Her voice was still shaky, he could feel she tried very hard not to cry. And the only thing he wanted was for her to break down so he could hold her as close as possible and kiss her tears.
âWhat does this mean for us ?â He turned back to her, and she tried to hold his gaze.
âI donât know⊠Iâm in love with you. I know you probably want to tell me to fuck off but I need to say the truth. This has taken nothing from us, from what I feel for you. If anything, Iâm finally feeling better now that youâre back. But I canât deny that I had never thought about⊠about me, and another girl, like I did with her. Iâve never felt this way, it was like my heart was so full it could explode. I donât know what I wanted from it Charlie, I⊠Nothing good could have happened, I fucked up, and Iâll do my best to make it up to you.â Finally, she lost it. Tears streaming down her face, she looked exhausted. âI never meant to hurt you. I never meant to hurt anyone. I canât loose you Iâll do anything but I canât live without you CharlieâŠâ
Charles sat next to her and she threw herself in his arms, sobbing. He could not tell her. What would he even say ? âNo worries baby, I canât even manage to get angry at you for almost cheating because I think daily of fucking the friend you had a homoerotic codependent friendship with ?â. Or maybe âI wish I could focus on reassuring you that Iâm still in love with you but telling you youâre pretty when you cry is not a compliment my mom taught me ?â. In the end, he opted for kissing the top of her head and softly stroking her back.
âOkay Alex okay⊠calm down⊠Weâre gonna manageâŠâ He gave her hand a squeeze, and drying some tears with a finger, kissed her cheek. âWeâll get through this together.â
Unfortunately for Charles, Alexandraâs moods swings came back full force, and soon enough she was back to shaking in his arms, this time from despair, hands clenched into fists on her knees.
âWhy⊠why are you so calm about this ?â She demanded, voice trembling and brows furrowed. âIâve just confessed to kissing someone and you act like itâs no big deal !â
Charles knew all of this, knew he should be angry, and he barely stopped himself from chuckling when he looked at the little statues he wanted to smash against the floor earlier. But he felt a strange sense of understanding and compassion which only made him calmer the more he let in his own fucked up thoughts.
âItâs not that Iâm not upset, mon coeur.â Charles said softly, choosing his words carefully. âI just think maybe nowâs not the right time to talk about this. Youâre clearly exhausted and youâve already been very honest with me. You need to rest. And I need to process some things.â
She agreed, her shaking slowing down once more, and he finally convinced her to have a shower and get to bed. She did so without arguing more, and Charles went on his balcony, completely worn out. When he opened his phone, he was greeted with a message that made his heart jump once more.
âThx again for the evening, it was so fun ! Hope you got home safely, xoxoâ
Looking at the light of his bedroom that just turned on, he chose not to answer. The rollercoaster had been enough for today, he needed a rest too.
Though he had struggled, Charles had managed to convince Alexandra he had no intent of breaking up with her, and even that going with him to the second to last race would do her good. The weather was still good in Qatar, she could see the girls, get spoiled and pampered. He knew it would take time to get her back, and maybe she would never be exactly the same. But he wouldnât stop trying.
On your side, you had been forced to retreat to your bedroom with your computer as none of your roommates seemed to enjoy having the race on the living room main screen at 6 in the morning. You did not care much yourself, Charles had tried to explain some basic things to you before he left but none of it was familiar for someone like you who didnât even have her driving licence. Still, supporting friends, right ? It felt weird to call him a friend. Just as it had felt weird for Alex. You groaned, thinking that each time, you had been the problem. Why couldnât you be attracted to anyone else in the whole country ?
When your eyes laid back on the screen, you got reminded why. Because in his fireproof suit, sweating and winking at the camera, you had to scratch your brain with a knife to even think back of any men with as much charisma. Because his skin was soft and his hair smelt good, you knew it and you wouldnât dare to say how. Because seeing behind him in the interview the girl you still were in love with did not diminish your attraction in the slightest. If anything, you almost threw your computer to the ground when the thought of what they looked like together kissing came to your mind.
When you came out of the bathroom, a few hours later, your phone was ringing. You answered with a smile to the man whose voice was filled with both exhaustion and excitement.
âHey Charles ! Nice race out there !â
âDid you manage to follow everything ?â
âI did not remember shit of what you told me !â You laughed, and heard him do the same. âBut you finished third ! Thatâs good in any sport, right ?â
âYeah, good enough weâll say, could have done better though.â You pictured him as he spoke, hands scratching the nape of his neck, a little smirk making his dimples appear. âThank you for watching. I appreciate it.â
He sat on the side of his hotel bed, smiling like a child. He didnât even know why he called you. He had plenty of people around to congratulate him. Yet it was always nice to know someone far thought of him.
âCharlesâŠâ Your voice was suddenly tinged with concern. You had seen the polite smiles and waves to the press. But you knew her, and you knew it had not gotten better. And you were done being the big girl, you needed to know. âIs Alex ok ? Iâve seen her on TV and she looks⊠well you know. Still not herself.â
He got back up and walked to the window, thinking of what to say. Though you had kept in touch since your first meeting, he hadnât told you of Alexâs confession. Maybe it was time.
âYeah⊠Itâs been rough for her, hm⊠Y/N Iâve been made aware of some things and⊠nowâs not the right time, but when weâre back in Monaco, with Alex, I think⊠I think we should have a talk, the three of us.â
Your heart jumped at the suggestion, guilt eating you out. So he knew. You looked at the stairs, echoes of your roommatesâ laughter coming from downstairs. Yeah, you really needed some new friends, before you were about to loose another one.
âI- Iâll be there.â Charles thanked you and ended the call, promising to keep you updated. As he turned around, his own guilt trip was waiting for him in the form of Alexandra, who had just entered the room.
He braced himself for an argument. The new information of him talking to her⊠whatever you were for her, would surely trigger confusion, and anger. She would tell him that he was not better than her. She would probably put the blame on you. Would she try to hit him ? Mind drifting completely elsewhere, he thought it would be fun to see her try, before punching himself mentally to focus. But when she finally spoke, nothing could have prepared him.
âItâs not fair.â Her voice was breaking but she wasnât crying, fists clenched. âItâs not fair that sheâs not talking to me ! Why wonât she talk to me anymore !â She wasnât upset because he had been talking to you. She was jealous your attention had been shifted to someone else. And as she paced around the room, Charles sat on the bed, thinking that the manic episode was about to start. âI miss her. I need her.â She came close to him and the way she held his shoulders and forced him to look her in the eye both scared and excited him. âAnd if my only way of getting her back is you, you best believe Iâm taking my chances.â
As the day went on and Charles witnessed the evolution of his girlfriendâs almost-psychotic episode, he thought that maybe some of her ideas werenât so bad. In the end, he wasnât the only one who had been a little too obsessed with you recently. What if the way out of this for them, as a couple, was simply to give in ?
So he confessed to everything. Listened. Gave his opinion. Kissed every centimeter of skin he could and agreed with every idea she moaned out loud as she bounced up on him. And when she fell asleep in his arms, smiling, Charles thought that the price to pay for a ray of sunshine wasnât so bad.
Something had changed. You couldnât pinpoint exactly what, but you felt as if you were nothing more than an antelope being hunted in one of those wildlife documentaries you used to watch as a child.
Why had you even dressed up ? The dress wasnât comfortable and way too light for December, your hair was tied too tight, but at least the staff didnât look down on you this time. When Charles said you looked gorgeous, you thought it was not so bad, and sat straighter.
It was your first time seeing the two of them together somewhere else than on pictures. They were dressed to the nines, and matching perfectly, from the black velvety outfits to the silver of their jewelry. It seemed Alex had finally managed to sleep, because she looked as good as the first day, as good as the hot summer nights, as good as the time you kissed her. Charles was keeping his hand on her thigh, and everytime he squeezed her, you felt like you were about to faint.
You tried to be cautious. Ordering alcohol to calm your nerves had probably not been the best idea, because at some point you werenât able to remember if their voice had always been this sultry or if you were already tipsy.
They had apologized, both of them. Alex in great details, and this time you let her talk. To be honest, you were tired. It had been long enough. You missed your friend. When she said out loud every thought that ran through your head, your last arguments all flew away. Had the two of you not suffered enough ? Had Charles not been a great meeting ? There was so much more she wanted to share with you, and you only managed to whisper littles âyesâ. She would be better, she said. She promised. The best of best friends.
And so when she touched your hand, you did not retreat. And when the both of them asked you what you thought, all red smiles and white canines, you barely managed to breath out.
âYes, sure⊠letâs try being friends again.â
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Daddyâs babies
pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x shy!mom!reader
summary: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)
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Lumberjack Masterlist, Henry Masterlist
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âP-please daddy, we want to g-go, donât we lovebugs?â Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.
Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes. Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.
âSugar butt, they wonât even remember goinâ there, Beau over there doesnât even remember who I am half the timeâ Henry chuckled looking to meet his wifeâs eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. âF-fine then, you donât care about usâ She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him.
âYâall nâ your damn eyes, fineâ
âH-hen look at the baby c-cots theyâre old west themed!â Y/n giggled holding baby Iris to her hip whilst Henry carried Beau on his, sliding in the suitcases with his free arm. âIs it everythinâ ya wanted sugar cube?â He hummed finally locking the hotel room, his arm coming around her waist to bring his daughter and wife closer to his warm broad chest.
âW-we love it, itâs so cute and reminds me of our houseâ Y/n smiled tilting her head up to press a small wet kiss onto her manâs lips, both babies also reaching for each other cutely, they were absolutely inseparable so thankfully the cots were right by each other. Seeing both of their eyes start to lid, their small voices cooing tiredly, it only seemed right that they put their tots down for the night after a long day of driving and gas stops.
âCâmon over âere momma, ya need your sleep nâ so does daddyâ Henry whispered tugging on his wifeâs belt loop, pulling her against his chest as they looked over their beautiful miracle gems. âMissed you today ya knowâ Inhaling her soft fresh scent deeply, he slowly waddled them both towards their huge king size saloon themed bed. âY-you were with me the w-whole day thoughâ Y/n laughed as Henry softly set her on the sheets, already tugging off her denim flares and black polo crop top. His smile widening as he saw all the new stretch marks she had gained, evidence she had carried their family, their baby gems; a proof of their love.
âDoesnât fuckinâ matter, didnât have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock or anythinâ
âA-and you still canât, t-this is a family friendly zoneâ Y/n scolded shimmying herself up the bed only for her to be dragged down by Henryâs hand on her ankles, her puffy pussy coincidentally coming face to face with his eager lips. âWe can worry about the family friendliness tomorrow, right now itâs me nâ my gorgeous wife. Think she misses my kissies no? As long as youâre quite nâ donât wake up the monsters then itâs okay bunâ
Slowly peppering small onto her second set of lips, his tongue coaxed through her folds to taste her sweet self; baby bunâs little gasps and stifled moans reverberating through their bodies. âMâalready close H-hen, kissy t-too goodâ Y/n whined knowing how sensitive she was, both emotionally and physically after the journey of a pregnancy she had. âI know you are sweet pea, go on, give your man his treasureâ
Within seconds her body was writhing in his hold, her hand over her mouth to make sure she wasnât being too loud, Henryâs hands clamped around her waist as he slurped up all of her juices. âY-your turn?â She breathed out sitting up on her elbows, âNo baby bun, we can do that another time, time for you to get some sleepâ He smiled crawling up on her to kiss her lips softly, with a twinge of tongue just to hear her hum in pleasure.
âYou sure?â
âHundred, now turn over nâ let me spoon my sugar cubeâ
Both of them now nude under the covers, Henryâs hands skimmed up over her sides and curves, moving up to cup her breasts strongly; hoping to teasingly coax some of her milk out but he knew sheâd have been emptied out just from the twins on the road trip. âYou did so good today momma, took care of our gems so well you know that? My precious baby bun such a good woman, my womanâ
âI L-love you so much H-henry, youâre such a good daddy to t-the babiesâ
âI love you too Y/n, swear my life on itâ
Throughout the night Henry slowly and gently humped his hardened cock against his sleepy wife, hearing her whine and groan until he finally released all over her bare ass, letting her shift back against him before finally drifting off for the rest of the night.
âa-arenât you two just f-freaking adorable, m-my little chip a-and lumiereâ With the two tots propped up on some pillows, in their chip and lumiere costumes from beauty and the beast, Y/n in her pretty yellow dress as Belle and Henry in a blue suit as the beast. The perfect fairytale family in Henryâs words.
âH-Henry get in beside them, now pleaseâ Picking up each 8 month old onto each knee, Henry smiled with his canine smile into the phone, both babies showing their gummy smiles in their tiny costumes like the absolute cuties they were. The perfect mix of Henry and his Y/n. âOk now go put it on a timer nâ get in here sugar buttâ
âmhm cominââ Setting up her phone against the table she ran over and perched herself behind Henry, her arms coming around his neck from behind, her red painted lips planted onto his cheek. âShould we get âem into the pram and get goin to fantasyland? Get you your well needed pictures nâ souvenirsâ Nodding excitedly they strapped both twins into the two seater pram, their costumes thankfully suited to the hot summer weather, with Henry pushing the pram protectively as Y/n linked her arms with his.
âI-isnât it just magical? Oh wait! We need to g-get them pictures w-with Mickey Henâ Redirecting the stroller to the queue for Mickey, the couple stood in line in each otherâs arms, âyou alright ma? You look absolutely gorgeousâ Swaying their bodies side to side, Henry felt her giggle and laugh against him, twisting her head to the side to press a sweet kiss to his neck. âY-youâre only sayinâ that cause i-im dressed like Belleâ
âNah no way, I prefer you naked than in a dress and ya know that baby bunâ Chuckling they finally moved to the picture spot, with Iris in Y/nâs arms and Beau in Henryâs, each twin cooing happily with their sun hats on with the white sunscreen making their face look painted.
âBaby bun, I- I have a proposition, you can say no if you want butâ
âb-but what?â Y/n asked tilting her bead to the side like a happy little puppy, taking off her costume after the long day, Iris and Beau already tucked into their sleep snuggies and in their respective wooden bassinets.
âThis is out of the blue, but my uh my motherâs here, sheâs seen somethinâ about us beinâ here and she wants to meet Iris and Beau. Well- actually take them off our hands for a few hours to give us some timeâ
âW-what like now? I-iâve only met her a few times a-and that was before I was pregnantâ
âI know thatâs why I wanted to ask you first, weâre a team baby bun, you say no then thats fine, you tell me what you want sugarâ Nuzzling his head against hers he felt her exhale before raising her head, that same soft kind look in her eyes.
âI grew up a-always loving my grandparents, I-iâd hate to rob I-Iris and Beau of that. Your m-motherâs lovely, I-I just wish we saw her more often so she k-knew them moreâ Y/n explained nodding her head with each word, showing that she completely trusted Henryâs mother, she knew how attentive she was with her other grandchildren and she didnât doubt her for a second with Iris and Beau. Although this would also mean this would be the first time she would be away from her babies for more than an hour, already feeling the dreaded motherâs guilt.
With it already being 5PM and time for dinner a rhythmic knock sounded throughout the room, the newly awoken babiesâ eyes curiously looking around the room, their hands wandering in the air frantically. âItâs her sugar, you ready for me to open the door?â Nodding Y/n stood up, wiping her sweaty palms onto her skirt, watching on as Henryâs mother gleefully walked into the room. A pair of purple mickey ears on her head as she instantly reached for Y/n, bringing her in for a hug and an affectionate kiss to the cheek.
âMy beautiful daughter in law, youâve only gotten more beautiful, how I wonder how my son met got youâ Henry scoffed muttering a âthanks momâ watching his mother then turn her attention to the two cuties surrounded by pillows on the bed, the both of them looking at her happily almost as if they could feel the love radiating off their grandmother.
âOh my word, is this my little ittle Iris and Beau, my two precious grandbabies, they are the carbon copy of you Y/n, thank God nothin' like Henry. With that scowl always on his face" Marianne whispered tickling their little stomachs, quickly taking out the mini mickey ears she had gotten just for them, a pink and blue sequinned set.
âAww t-thank you, t-though Iâm thankful they g-got the cleft chin from H-henryâ Y/n laughed seeing Henry pick up Beau and Iris, letting her have her fair share of snuggles of each baby Cavill, the newest additions so far to the family. âMa are ya sure youâre able to handle these two little monsters, they can be quite a handful but weâve already packed everythinâ ya need in this baby bagâ Buckling them into their stroller, Henry tucked the baby bag into the underneath of the stroller, his mother excitedly clapping and exclaiming how excited she was to spend the next few dinner hours with her grandchildren.
âHenry boy, avâ raised 5 boys I think I can handle two more angels, especially if theyâre like Y/nâ
âWell most of the time they are, curious little things really, but deprive âem of the booby milk and it gets scaryâ Henry laughed as Y/n scolded him, hugging his mother one last time as she brought the babies to her hotel room, deciding the easiest option was to order in room service since all they had was simple baby foods and milk.
Meanwhile Y/n had a new feeling in her stomach, a feeling of guilt for simply letting her ânewbornâ babies go despite them edging the ninth month. Her goosebumps wouldnât let down, her legs shaking as Henry shuffled around the room to prepare a hot warm bath for them both, a well deserved one at that. âBaby bun ya ready to come in nâ join me?â Henry called in from the tall ceiling bathroom, waiting eagerly to watch his nude wife in all her glory.
âa-am coming nowâ She called seeing her husband engulfed in a multitude of purple and pink bath bubbled, his hand outstretched to help her into the tub. His hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as she sat between his legs, the water sloshing once she sat back against his snug wide chest. âWhatâs goin up in that pretty mind oâ yours beautiful, you look busiedâ
âD-Do you think i-itâs bad that I let t-the babies go w-with your mom so easily? I f-feel guilty for being away from them for so l-longâ
âwhat? Is that what youâve been tinkerinâ about? Youâre the best wife nâ mother on the goddamn planet, the way you pour your love and affection into everythinâ you do, no one could ask anything more from you. Youâre absolutely perfect baby bun, my little sugar cube is the bestâ Henry whispered against her ear, his voice growling towards the end as his lips attached to her neck and shoulders, kissing it passionately while her head rolled back onto his shoulder. His strong burly arms wrapped around her midsection, one of his hands sneaking up to circle her nipples with his finger, eyes staring as he watched them harden.
âY-you really think so?â Bun replied looking up at him, her doubting thoughts quickly dissolving once he pecked her nose adorably, each of her breasts in one of his hands. âI know so, now sit your pretty little self back nâ let daddy take care of everythinâ alright momma?â
Settling herself back comfortably basking in his radiating body heat, his hands reaching under the water to touch her sensitive clit, his soft hoarse voice hushing her anytime she let out anything louder than a squeal.
âThis ok baby?â
âmhm f-feels so freakinâ goodâ Henryâs lips stayed pressed to her temple as his palm rubbed on her clit, his ring and middle finger already teasing her hole with soft pillowy thrusts, just enough for her hips to thrust themselves upwards clearly wanting more. âI can feel you gettinâ close bunbun, ya wanna finish here or in the bedroom, or both?â
âB-both?â
That was all the confirmation Henry needed for his fingers to thrust his fingers in frantically, her sensitive nub consistently making contact with his palm to bring her to finish, his other free hand that was holding her up was now holding her jaw to turn her head towards him. His lips pursing onto hers, to suck her tongue into his mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick. âGod I love kissin these lips of yours, so beautiful nâ sexyâ
Not even letting her reply as her orgasm washed over her, his finger repeatedly fucking her entrance while his other hand now reached down to rub her clit like a feral beast, her body shaking crazily as she rode out her high. âAww my pretty sugar butt, you always get me so fuckinâ hard whenever you look at me like thatâ
His thumb brushed under her lips, her eyes looking dazed and happy as she happily nuzzled back up straight to sit closer to him.
âThis okay? Or do you want it tied up as well?â Turning off the hairdryer, Henry continued to softly brush through bunâs hair as best as possible, trying to alleviate her head of worries about their babies (even though his mother just sent them a picture of them suckling on their pre-made bottles)
âI-I want it in-in a braidâ Nodding Henry got the strands of hair ready, looking at her lovingly through the mirror, her eyes closed peacefully with her wearing nothing but one of his white vests. Taking his time to get the braid perfect he tied it off with a little tie and carried her up to the top of the bed, pulling back the covers to help her get settled in before he slid in beside her.
This would be their first night without the babiesâ interruption.
âYou wanna jusâ go to bed sugar? or-â
âNo. I-I want thisâ Confidently she reached down and started stroking his hardened cock which was already laying against her thighs, biting her lip she shuffled forward to hook one arm around his neck as he took some of his precum and used it to lube up her pussy, small gasps leaving her at the erotic act. None of them speaking any words but the amount of love and passion in their eyes was obvious, her tits popping out from the sides of his vest as it was clearly ten sizes too big.
âJust gonna take it slow with you sweetpea, make love with ya until my pretty sugar falls asleepâ
With her arms now wrapped around his torso, her head directly above his heart, Henry slipped in his cock into her warm wet pussy, both of them gasping out at the amazing sensation. âSo soft nâ warmâ He whispered kissing her pouty lips passionately, their tongues meeting in a wet kiss as both their hips rolled against each other. Henryâs hand lifted up her thigh to place it over his waist, his fingers tracing over the stretch marks now littering her thighs and lower stomach, even her breasts. Henry couldnât even put into words just how much it made her look like an absolute Goddess that gave him his two precious miracles.
âD-donât touch âemâ
âWhy not bun? Theyâre proof of the amazing journey you took for our family, and they look so fuckinâ sexyâ Henry rebutted shutting her up with a sharp thrust which sent her mewling back into his chest, her palms flat on his back as his slow rhythmic thrusts helped her reach her orgasm quicker, each throw of his hips hitting another angle of her G-spot.
âS-sleepy Henryâ
âYou take all the rest you need baby, take what you need my pretty girlâ He whispered pecking her lips thrice more, his hips still softly rolling against hers even after they had finished, the wet sloshy sounds of their juices filling the room as Y/n found herself falling asleep with her husbandâs cock inside of her.
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PSA: Lumberjack!Henry is back!! Meet his lovely momma who raised this beast, although he definitely got his possessive attitude from his dad who we are yet to meet, and his brothers. Hope you guys enjoy this Disneyland snippet đ«¶
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⊠pairing : charles leclerc x fem!wife!reader ⊠summary : in which charles is a proud soccer dad and he got too enthusiastic during his daughter soccer match ⊠content warning : use of yn, badly translated french, attempted humor, crack fic ⊠faceclaim : girlies from pinterest
a/n: henlo !!1! idk why but i just feel like charles would be that type of soccer dad who gets too competitive and heated for no reason. had this idea randomly popped in my head while i was at work lol. lemme know what u think! enjoy~ (requests are open)
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yninstagram not to be that soccer mom, but look!! fleur's already a star player!! xx
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charles_leclerc â ma fille! ma fiertĂ© et ma joie, regarde-la!! (my daughter! my pride and joy, look at her!!)
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charles_leclerc â the sport genes truly does run in the leclerc family đđ so so proud of my fleur, you will always be my number one champion đ«¶đ»
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‷ charles_leclerc â you do not want to play that game with me, mate. ‷ maxverstappen1 â is that a threat??? hello?? ‷ user6 đđ soccer dad charles is not playing any games w anyone
user8 yall saw that vid of charles beefing with a 5 year old over a damn soccer game?? LOL
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yninstagram CHARLES LECLERC PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE
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charles_leclerc â in all seriousness, i apologize for the misunderstandings i have caused and the video that has been circulating around on the web. after hours and hours of apologizing to my beautiful wife (im forgiven thank god), i just wanted to say that my fleur and yn are both the greatest gift i've ever received in my life, no championships can ever compare. Papa sera toujours fier de vous deux et sera votre plus grand fan jusqu'Ă la fin des temps. (daddy will always be proud of you both and will be your biggest fan till the end of time)â€ïžâ€ïž
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yninstagram je t'aime, mon monde entier đđ©· (i love you, my whole world)
‷ yninstagram papa, je t'aime mais s'il te plaĂźt, ne viens pas au prochain match de football - fleur xx đ©· (daddy, I love you but please don't come to the next football game) ‷ pascale.leclerc.355 les amours de ma vie đâ€ïž ‷ charles_leclerc â đđpleurer et dormir sur le trottoir ce soir (crying and sleeping on the curbside tonight)
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â ËïœĄâౚà§Ë TelepatĂa - [Part 1]
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â„ pairing: platonic f1 grid x latina!fem!engineer!reader x lando norris
â„ smau + written (reader is lewis' ferrari race engineer)
â„ none of the pictures are mine, all were found on pinterest
â„ warnings: misogyny, swearing, and some suggestive language
â„ face claim: wolifecindy on insta & girls on pinterest
â„ a/n: I'm so sorry if my Spanish is incorrect, I'm a no sabo kid
â§Ë °. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ§âË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . ĘË°â§
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yourusername visiting lew at merc
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mercedesamgf1 always happy to have you
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yourbestfriend THATS MY GIRL
yourusername love you <3
user60 you don't belong in f1
user73 shes lewis' new race engineer?!
user50 can't believe they're making the seven time champ work with her
user80 no one should be surprised when they loose
user1 lose*
user12 lose* đ€Ą
user6 that's rich coming from a man who can't spell lose properly.
user8 I'm so proud of her
fredrikvestiofficial I'm gonna miss you as my engineer
yourusername I'll see you in the paddock freddy dw xx
user40 shes probably just a fan of the hot guys
user7 maybe you should take a look in the mirror
user10 she's literally been working in motorsports since she was 19 ffs
user9 please let the rumors be true please please
user2 y/n at Ferrari is my dream
user14 you're so pretty
user6 unrelated but where'd you get those sunglasses
user15 our queen y/n
user56 they cant seriously be trusting her as Lewis' engineer?!
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â§Ë °. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ§âË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . ĘË°â§
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yourusername I'm so incredibly honored to be where I am today. Ferrari has always been the dream for me. I can't wait to work with you @/lewishamilton. Forza Ferrari â€ïž
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lewishamilton Feliz de que estĂ©s aquĂ. Deseando trabajar con usted.
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user7 he's so sweet
user12 the only man ever
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yourusername gracias mama te amo đđ
charlesleclerc welcome to the Ferrari family
yourusername can you adopt me so I'm a leclerc
alexandra.saint.mleux it would be our honor
mercedesamgf1 back off she's susie's daughter
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fredrikvestiofficial I already miss you :(
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user80 I can't believe she's really their new engineer
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-Australia 2025-
"It's the first race of the long awaited 2025 Formula 1 season. Welcome back everyone," Crofty said as he camera zoomed in on the track.
"It's definitely an exciting sight to see Hamilton in a Ferrari. Not to mention his new race engineer Y/n L/n who has just moved up from F2." Martin Brundle added.
"I'm really looking forward to what the two have in store today."
"Kravitz over to you."
Ted was walking around the track attempting to speak to Lewis before the race began. He caught a glimpse of Hamilton speaking to an interviewer beside his car.
"How are you feeling about today's race?" the interviewer said, holding the mic up to Lewis.
"I'm feeling pretty confident. The car was really good in testing, we had some good pace in quali, and I'm excited to work with Y/n this season."
"Speaking of Y/n L/n, do you think it will be a big mistake for Ferrari to bring her on the team? Especially as your engineer... knowing how much is on the line?"
"She's phenomenal at what she does and I trust no one more than her to get the job done."
"Don't you think there's some other people that have more experience than she does working in motorsports...?"
"Y/n has climbed up the ranks from f4, 3, 2, and now 1 just like the rest of us. If you're suggesting that she'll be a worse engineer because she's a woman, no. She won't be."
"That's- I wasn't saying she wasn't a good engineer because she's a woman. There's always risk when bringing on a new member. I was wondering if you think the risk is worth the potential reward."
"There's of course always the possibility that your race engineer is not a good fit for you as a driver, but there's not a larger risk due to the fact that she's not a man."
The interviewer continued to stumble over his words. Lewis' PR manager walked over to him, whispered something in his ear, and they both strolled away.
The camera panned to you in your seat in the garage with your headset on, carefully analyzing the data on the screen in front of you.
"You know I've worked with a fair share of awful male engineers in my day." Martin said on his mic and Crofty laughed softly.
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Lewis had won the first race of the season which caused an eruption of applause from the crowd. The team let you stand on the podium to receive the constructors cup in their honor. It was definitely a day for the history books.
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contains: bf!hongjoong x reader, producer hongjoong softness
âYou make my job really difficult, you know.â
âNo I donât.â
You keep crunching on your chips, the echo of your teeth completely clashing with Hongjoongâs newest piece. Having you in his vicinity always brings out the artist in him-his own words-but having you near him also means you bring your bratty attitude. He faces his computer with a screen covered in a vast array of things you donât understand, rolling his eyes again as he hears you drop a chip and mutter an obscenity.
âI know you roll your eyes at me when Iâm not looking.â
He turns to you with his tongue out and mocks you, âNo I donât.â
You throw a chip at him. Hongjoong is always on your ass about keeping this space clean-a sentiment which he doesnât do a good job of upholding himself-so itâs no surprise when he pulls his headphones off and points a heated look to you.
You giggle and the tilt in Hongjoongâs head is dangerous, âOh, thatâs funny to you?â
Your giggles grow as he stands slowly from his chair, walking to you with his hands out as if heâs a zombie hunting you down. A little bit of your smile and he has enough energy to perform for 8 hours.
The chips you throw are nothing against Hongjoong. He leans over your laying body, squishing your cheeks with both hands like youâre his plaything. He canât help but admire you in this dim lighting. Your perfectly etched, soft features are always reminding him of the beauty in the world. Thatâs the only reason he brings you here, to awaken that love for art and passion. Youâre a spark to him. Your complaints donât help, although.
Your hand on his brings him out of his dazed stupor, âStop throwing chips at me.â
âIâm so bored, though,â you drag out your syllables as if thatâll get Hongjoong to listen to you. As if heâs ever been an easy man.
He lands a big, wet, dramatic kiss to your forehead to ease you, âIâm almost done, brat,â
âMmm. I donât believe you, but okay,â
Hongjoong laughs at you, kissing your cheek in apology. He kisses your other cheek, then your nose, then your chin, and then lands on your lips earnestly. He keeps dropping a sweet trail of his love everywhere until youâre a giggling mess again. He chuckles along with you because he canât help it. Heâs a giddy pool of love with you.
Work can wait a couple minutes.
bom note: itâs 3:00 am i have to be up at 7 chat am i cooked
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Hey can I ask for a smutish fluffish matt smith fic where where they are filming their sex scene but she accidentally says Matt instead of Daemon and the directors like ânot again đ start from the topâ
I'm Into It
Matt Smith x Actress!Reader (lowkey Daemon x Reader lol)
Summary: You were finally getting to live out your fantasies of having Matt around you in that pretty blonde wig, but at what cost?
Word Count: >600
Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, they be filming a sex scene for hotd, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: Lol this was so much fun to write it's so meta i love it. I hope you like it nonnie <3 and since technically this is daemon related imma tag yallz @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony also im tagging @pearlstiare since this lovely dear seemed to enjoy my matt smith fic lol hehe i made another matt fic lol "Dark Kiss"
I was pressed against the wall, a blade to my neck, an arm pressed by my ribcage, pushing me flush against the wall.
I heaved, "do it," I spoke as the blade was pressed closer to my chin, "slit my throat," I chortled, "and then you'll realize just how foolish that decision was after you've spilt my blood."
"Demented hag," Daemon quips, pressing his arm deeper into me.
I lean into him, the blade on my neck presses deeper. I brush my nose against his, "hush, prince," I lick his lips, "we both know you don't think that."
Daemon throws his blade to the side and flips me over, pressing my chest and face roughly against the wall, one arm pushed behind my back. He breathes jaggedly against my neck, "tell me where you hid it."
"Make me," I huff, "you know how," I chuckle, "you know what I want from you."
I wince when he shoves me. I break into another chuckle, "I'll take it however you want to give it, pretty boy."
"Last chance," he warns, "while I'm being nice."
I hum, "I don't want you to be nice. I want you to ruin me."
I smile when he does not reply. I strain my neck trying to look back at him, "dragon lost his fire?"
All at once, I am released and turn back to deviously eye the prince. I bite my lip when he begins to undo his breeches, "you will regret it if you do not obey me."
My heart jumps to my throat at his words. I fall against the wall as he steps forward. I reach out to him as he bunches my skirt up.
I lean against his forehead and sigh when he places his hands on my hips. I raise my leg up to his side and pull him with me as I shift back. I steal a kiss from him and nip at his lower lip when he evades me. When he takes his hand underneath my thigh, I instinctively call out his name.
That was my mistake.
Instead of calling Daemon, I say Matt.
Matt pulls his head back upon hearing his name. He breaks into an airy chuckle, "baby," he coos, leaning into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, pecking the area quickly.
My eyes go wide and I slap my hand on my mouth, looking out to the director and the rest of the crew when I realize my mistake.
Matt pulls away from me, laughing, releasing his hold on my leg to look past the camera. He turns back to me, as I profusely begin to apologize under my breath. He is in a fit of giggles when he seals me into a tight embrace, kissing my shoulder affectionately.
"I am so sorry," I mutter in a guilty tone as I am lifted off my feet by the laughing Matt.
"I'm not," he says, looking out to the camera. He points, "you caught that, right?" He giggles, "I'm going to need a copy of all of these outtakes."
I feel blood rise up my neck, "Matthew, please."
"What?" he turns to me, "my male ego is thriving, lovie. What is this, the tenth time?"
"No!" I call, "... I think only five."
There is a chorus of laughs; someone corrects me by saying it's the seventh.
Matt kisses me cheek, "I'm proud of you, babe."
"Matt, please," the director calls, "stop being distracting."
The entire set breaks into a fit of laughs. I burn with embarrassment, wanting nothing but to be swallowed by the ground, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I turn to Matt and grab his face, "Daemon. Daemon. Daemon."
Matt grins, "Matt. Matt. Matt."
"Stop!" I warn, pulling away from him as I repeat my mantra, "Daemon, Daemon, Daemon."
"Rouge Prince. Dashingly handsome," Matt rubs his nose. He looks at the director, "from the top then?" He chuckles under his breath, "that's what she said."
"Stop!" I whine.
"Oh, alright," he smirks, turning to me, "do me a favor and mess up again. For me?"
"Stop!" I call out the same time as the director.
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that's who i'm racing for
Charles Leclerc x Fiance!Reader count:Â 1k words summary:Â Charles and you talk before a big race, sad because you're having to call instead of sleeping in the same bed. a/n:Â it sounds like angst but it's mostly fluff. i promise!
If youâre not in bed, by his side, he will call you before every race. He likes to say that not hearing your voice lull him to sleep brings bad luck, and thatâs the one thing he wonât risk. Youâre convinced itâs just a nice little gesture, but you cherish it nonetheless.
âBaby,â Charles mumbles into the phone, looking at the camera with weary eyes. âTurn your light on. I want to see you.â
âItâs late. Iâm heading to bed, too.â
âI know, but I miss your face.â
You know he can see you as well as you can see himâthe light from your phones is bright enoughâbut you turn on your bedside lap, anyway. âHappy?â
âMuch happier.â Charles shifts around until his hands are wedged under his pillow and heâs staring at the phone with a lovey-dovey smile. âI canât believe you had to stay at home.â
âDuty calls,â you say.
âI should be your duty.â
âYou will be. Soon enough.â
âShow me.â
Dutifully, you bring up your hand, moving it so that the diamond ring is visible over the camera, as butterflies fill your stomach. Itâs been months, yet youâre still not used to it â you donât think youâll ever get used to it, itâll just have one more ring added to it.
âAh, I canât wait for you to be mine,â he says.
âIâm already yours.â
âNot officially. And youâre not here.â
You turn the light off, knowing heâs seen what he wanted to see, but your smile still shows on the screen. âI know. Iâll be there for the next race, I promise.â
âThe bed feels empty without you, you know,â he murmurs. âWithout my fiance.â
âIâll warm it up soon enough.â
âYou better.â
You hear him playing music in the background â sometimes he does that when he canât fall asleep, when youâre not there. Your heart tugs at its strings but thereâs nothing you can do. His eyes are getting heavier, even though heâs trying to keep them open to look at you, and you can tell that heâs not far out from completely falling asleep.
You decide to take the initiative. âIâll head to bed, I think.â
âYouâre only saying that because Iâm tired.â
âMaybe,â you say. âDoes it make a difference?â
Charles thinks about it. âNo. But I wish we didnât have to sleep apart.â
âI know. Me too. But you need your sleep, my love.â
âI know, I know⊠Iâd just rather be with you.â
âMe, too.â
He looks at you and you see his face soften, even with all the tiredness. His hair is messy and falling over his eyes, a far cry from how he likes to present himself, but this is how you like him best â at his most genuine, most vulnerable. Where heâs not the driver, the Monegasque, but just Charles.
Just yours.
He sighs. âOh, what would I do to sleep in your arms tonightâŠâ
You feel the pain in his voice as if it were your own. âIâm sorry, baby.â
âDonât apologise. Donât even think itâs your fault.â
The thing he wonât admit, not to himself and let alone to youâbut you can see itâis the reason why heâs still up, way past his bedtime on race day. Itâs almost halfway through the season and heâs doing good in the standings, and maybe Ferrariâs luck will turn for the better this year, but Landoâs right behind him and the race tomorrow has to be good if he wants things to stay this way.
The pressure is intense. You can see it in the weariness under his eyes, in the way heâs felt just a little bit aloof in the past week, especially since he landed in Spain. It breaks your heart to watch him like this and not be able to hug him, to hold him, to kiss the fear away.
So you fluff up your pillow and lie down, propping the phone up against what is usually Charlesâs pillow. âWe can pretend Iâm there.â
âHow?â
âStay on call. Fall asleep together. Iâll hear you snoring and itâll be like Iâm there.â
âI donât snore,â he says, but you can tell that his voice has picked up a little. âOkay. Just falling asleep?â
âYeah. Itâs late.â
You wait as he props the phone up, too, and the camera is half-covered by the pillow, but you donât say anything. You can just about make out his hair and his eyes, even with his mouth out of sight.
Heâs beautiful, no matter what, and you canât wait to be finally his in every way that matters.
âYouâre going to have an amazing race tomorrow, mon cheri.â
Charles kisses his finger then presses it to the camera, whispering sweet nothings to you in French. You feel yourself drifting off, but stay upâjust in caseâuntil you hear the familiar snoring, and you were right â itâs almost like youâre right there, right next to him.
When you close your eyes, you can still hear him snoring, and you find that you can easily pretend that youâll touch him if you just reach over. Sleep takes you with your hand stretched out, lulled into dreams by your fianceâs snoring, and maybe the world wonât fall apart just because youâre not together.
You wake up and heâs gone, the call has ended, but thereâs a text message thanking you for last night and telling you how much it helped give him a good nightâs sleep, and how much he canât wait to get back to you on Monday.
Later, some half an hour before the race, you get another text from him: 72 days until youâre mine. Thatâs who Iâm racing for.
You clutch your phone to your chest, praying to all the gods you do and donât believe it to keep him safe. To let him win without having to sacrifice anything. To bring him home safe, to you in one piece.
Soon enough, youâll be lying in bed together, falling asleep with your arms wrapped around each other until it gets too hot, and just a little after that, youâll be doing so while sharing the Leclerc name.
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ImagineâŠJensen Asking For A Puppy
Pairing: Jensen x reader
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Jensen had been strange all throughout dinner but you couldnât put your finger on it. When you were halfway through dessert and one last drink he leaned over the table and you saw he had his puppy dog eyes on.
âAckles. Tell me you did not take me out to my favorite restaurant to butter me up.â
âMe? I would never,â he said innocently, his cheeks soft, eyes big. âIâm just admiring your beauty.â
âNah this ainât cute as shit Jensen tonight. This is up to something Jensen. Spill or Iâm not letting you past first base,â you said, eating a piece of cake.
âI justâŠwas thinkingâŠmaybeâŠwe could get a puppy and I already found this really cute one at the rescue yesterday and I put a hold on him and heâs so adorable and heâs a little dog but so fluffy and I figured we could adopt him cause I donât like you being home alone and you donât like being home alone and weâre supposed to pick him up at nine in the morning and then take him to the vet which I already have scheduled and hereâs a picture cause heâs so cute.â He held a phone in front of your face as you blinked slowly, Jensen holding up a tiny dog with a big smile on his face. âHow do you say no to that face?â
âJensen. Did you adopt a dog without talking to me? At all?â
âYes but I didnât mean to. I just went to see how it all works and I looked at the dogs and he justâŠthatâs my guy.â You rolled your eyes, Jensen tucking his phone away and back to giving you puppy dog eyes. âPlease?â
âI thought you wanted to get me some big dog to defend me or something.â
âHeâs small but heâll protect you. Please? I know I should have talked to you first but-â
âWhy that dog.â
âHeâs my guy.â
âJensen. Why. That. Dog. You were very adamant about wanting a big dog.â
âWell he was gonna get put down. He has anxiety and his past two owners didnât like that. Heâs been hard to adopt out but we can handle something like that. I know-â
âShush. Youâre an idiot. Weâre adopting him. JustâŠlet me join in next time you sweet ridiculous man. Okay?â
âOkay,â he said, sitting back in his seat with a big smile. âCan do sweetie.â
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Threeâs a crowd
Pairing : Poly and bisexual fem!reader | reader x alexandra saint mleux x charles lerclerc
Warnings : use of y/n, polyamory, fluff, very light angst, request, not much more tbh
Synopsis : Request : Could you write a poly fic about Charles, Alexandra and Y/N ? Everyone is celebrating Charlesâ brand LEC but since Charles and Alex are the public couple (for Ferrari PR etc), Y/N canât do anything. Sheâs starting to feel left out because of it since theyâre going out and celebrating without her, they keep leaving her out and forgetting important dates (her birthday or smthg). Happy ending please !
Mothâs prophecyđĄ: Thank you to the anonymous cryptid for the request, I tweaked it a bit but still kept the main plot, and I hope you and the other poly enjoyers will like it ! Thanks again for the support and great ideas !
âOkay one⊠two⊠three⊠and posted !â You threw yourself in Charlesâ arms as he clicked on the button and threw his phone away immediately, catching both you and Alex in a cuddle.
âYou did it !â Alexandra pinched at his cheeks and you ruffled his hair, hands trembling with excitement.
Finally his ice-cream brand, Lec, was out, the main announcement posted on Instagram. The end of countless sleepless nights and never ending zoom calls, meetings at the worst time possible, and secrets to keep. Of course, now the promotion would be another handful, but at least the three of you would deal with it together. And you had always been pretty good at supporting your lovers.
You got into a more comfortable position on Charlesâ lap, head resting against his, as Alexandra had gotten up and started her, as she called it, âhappy danceâ, which consisted mostly in jumping in circles screaming until she got dizzy. As you snorted, Alexandra very clearly loosing balance, Charles took your hand in his, softly rubbing it with his fingers.
âThank you⊠I know it hasnât been easy to deal with this on top of the races and everything⊠Youâve been amazing. Iâll never be able to thank you enough.â You could not help a smirk from coming up your lips, and thought this was the time to charge again.
âI know how you can repay meâŠâ You straddled him, and as he did his best to appear confident and in charge, his blush betrayed his shyness. Alex had stopped spinning, seemingly much more interested in what was taking place on the couch. âMaybe you couldâŠâ You got closer to him, and peppered his neck with kisses until you got to his ear, in which you whispered as seductively as you could. âMaybe you could get me a dog ?â
He immediately rolled his eyes and playfully pushed you away as you laughed at his bright red cheeks. You had dreamt of having your own dog for so long, specifically a longhaired dachshund, and both Alex and Charles had said no multiple times. Charlesâ arguments were mainly that he was away too often to properly care for it, and your girlfriend, who called the breed âhairy sausagesâ, argued she would have to deal with all the responsibilities of it because both yours and Charlesâ works took a lot of time. And though she actually found dogs very cute, she did not have an interest big enough for them to manage her schedule around one.
You had pleaded to Lewis to use Roscoe to convince them, managed to go partly remote with your job, and flooded their messages with videos of dogs almost daily. At this point, you were seriously considering getting one in secret just to see how long it would take for them to realize, and then argue it is too late to give it back.
âSure.â What ? You sat straight up on Charles as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You couldnât have heard well. You turned to Alex, who shrugged.
âI canât deal with seeing you cry over reels anymore, and Mimiâs pretty cute.â She gave you a warm smile. Mimi was your friendâs dog, the one who got you into dachshund in the first place.
âYouâre not serious, are you ? Youâre just in a good mood. Youâre joking.â Charles actually laughed, and you thought your heart wouldnât be able to handle a prank.
âPromis jurĂ© ma princesse. Why not, you want one, you can take care of it, who am I to deny you ? Letâs get you a dog.â
No matter how well isolated was your apartment, you thought you would be lucky if no neighbors came to complain tomorrow. There was a lot to celebrate for one night.
âIâm sorry Y/N, I really need you to give Leo back, weâre going to take picturesâŠâ Searching desperately for support in Alexâs eyes, you felt sick when you saw her staring at the ground. You were so shaken you let the event coordinator take the puppy from your arms and give him to Alexandra, who sheepishly turned her back to you and walked towards the press wall.
Charles himself was nowhere and everywhere at once, it was no use trying to get him to advocate for you. Too stressed by the beginning of the racing season combined with the launching events for Lec, he had mindlessly agreed to most of his agentâs suggestions, including playing what the Ferrari PR team had called âhappy familyâ. Following the announcement of Carlosâ replacement, they needed good news to balance, and thought emphasizing Charlesâ couple and furry kid would pull at a few heartstrings. But in their good Italian traditional beliefs, there was no place for a third, and since you had always been more busy, and therefore more discreet, than Alexandra, the cut had been made. They were to be the hit couple for a while, in a vain but admittedly successful attempt at calming the fans.
You had had little to no say, Charles having always been your voice in those kinds of businesses, and Alexandra being media trained to perfection. You thought back on your promises, on your dedication to be supportive of them, and decided the best thing to do would be to go get some air. It wasnât as if you would be missed anyway.
As you stepped on one of the secluded balconies, the cold breeze of the night came to slap your face, and without anyoneâs arms or jacket to comfort you, you suddenly felt very lonely. The evening had dragged on enough, you just wanted to go home. Debating between taking a cab or waiting for your lovers, you took out your phone, only to be flooded by notifications from your socials. You barely used them, so had no idea why they would be so active all of a sudden.
Both Instagram and Twitter greeted you with the same pictures taken either by fans or paparazzis. You shopping with Carlosâs girlfriend, Leo trotting happily by your side, as well as another few at a restaurant with friends, where Leo was sleeping on your lap while Charles and Alex were somewhere in the background, probably discussing going dancing after. The usual. But this time, all the comments seemed to agree on one thing. The dog wasnât yours.
âDid they lend her the dog for the day ?â. âLeoâs godmother.â âIs she gonna be the babysitter while theyâre gone ?â âMe when my friends get a babyâ.
You three had always been private, but not secret. People made their own opinions anyway, and you did not care much about polishing a public persona. You did not use socials, Alex had private accounts, and Charlesâ were managed by his PR team. In the end, even though you had dated Alexandra since high school, and Charles for a bit more than a year, the lack of official pictures or announcement, coupled with Ferrariâs new strategy, only served as validation to those who affirmed the real couple were Alexandra and Charles.
You felt sick, cold, and particularly lonely. Cab it would be.
âBabe what are you doing outside like that, youâll get a cold !â You felt his jacket fall on your shoulders before you even heard him walk up to you. Ears buzzing, eyes watering, you werenât sure you were able to face him.
âIâm gonna go home. Iâll leave you with your girlfriend and your dog if you donât mind.â When you turned to him, you saw right behind one of the girls in charge of the party holding Leo, and your blood started boiling again. Charles was looking at you all confused, and you felt an itch to slap him.
âWhat ? What are you on about ? How âbout you come back inside, I think Leo misses you.â He chuckled, and you thought a full punch would probably be better than a slap.
âI donât think your dog misses me.â The words felt like poison in your mouth, but you wanted him to get it. To understand how ridiculous this situation was getting. And why wouldnât the girl put him down, he was clearly uncomfortable in her arms ? Why was no one taking it seriously ?
âLeoâs your dog, Y/N, I donât get itâŠâ
âThen give him back to me !â You screamed and the puppy yapped back, before jumping from the assistantâs arms, who shrieked and struggled to get him back. Too late, he had found your arms before she managed to pull the leash. âYou should probably talk with your team, Charles.â He frowned at the use of his name, which almost always meant you were pissed. âGoodnight.â
As they finished filling their suitcases, you thought back on this evening, and that you probably should have shut your mouth. Following Lecâs launching party, what you hoped would be a wake up call for your lovers turned into something even worse. Charles was indeed called in for a talk with the PR team. And then Alex too. Your turn never came, and the more the days passed, the more it appeared your relationship was being taken over by management and marketing teams.
The following weeks had been a blur of unspoken tensions and meaningless routines. Breakfast alone, walking Leo only in the areas pre-approved to avoid pictures, going to work without him and coming home to new communication materials published with his face on it, work calls for your boyfriend stretching into the night, and your girlfriend going out so often it seemed her side of the bed was getting colder with each passing day. They both seemed to have undergone a sad transformation, their fiery and protective spirits dampened by forced compromises. Something told you they had been pushed to agree to the new directive, and yet you couldnât help but stay mad at them. You understood Charles. The pressure he was under, the expectations of the whole team, the weight of his responsibilities. But Alexandra, you had known for too long. She had never been one to bow down and blindly agree to unfair decisions. She had loved you, through good and bad. She had promised you, together forever. And now she kept her hands by her side on the street and you wondered when her clothes had stopped smelling like you.
They kissed you goodbye, promised you mountains of gifts and a magnificent restaurant when they returned, but the door had not even closed when you fell crying to your knees. You had moved to the couch and slept there, your puppy watching over you, when your mother knocked on the door the following morning.
âHappy birthday darling !â She opened her arms and you ran in them, grabbing at your siblings behind her to get them in the hug too.
You had hoped to be out of tears by now, having spent the night reading articles speculating on why you were living with Formula 1 hottest couple -were you a distant relative ? A friend of Alex in need of a place to crash ?-, but the warm embrace of family members you hadnât seen for months was enough to bring you back to the edge.
âWhere are my favorite in-laws ?â She was beaming as she settled her belongings on the kitchen counter. âOh thatâs my baby grandson, come here baby !â She took Leo in her arms and you thought you had more time to breathe, but your younger brother tugged at your sleeve.
âCan Charlie take me on the boat ? I learned how to do a backflip at school and he can film me do it from the boat and then the others are gonna be so jealous andâ You put your hand on his head and ruffled his hair softly.
âIâm sorry⊠Charles isnât there. Alex too.â Your mother furrowed her brows and gave you a puzzled look. âRace weekend, and they were expected at an event they couldnât cancel.â Your voice, barely above a whisper, was already shaking. You felt your tears ready to spill over, and gritted your teeth. âLast minute decision.â
Your brother only groaned and ran to the balcony to look at the port, already over it, but your mother came to hold your hand, and you exchanged a look of âweâll talk about it laterâ.
Unfortunately, by the time you all came back from your evening out, and the kids were in bed, your mother was faced with the situation without leaving you any time to explain.
âY/N, dear, come here pleaseâŠâ You sat next to her with two glasses of wine, and looked over her shoulder to her phone, where she had some celebrities gossip website open. âIs that the event they couldnât cancel for your birthday ?â Her tone was cold, and you took at better look at the pictures.
A sunset movie-worthy, one of those that always brought tears to your eyes. A small table with candles and flowers on the beach, cocktails so colorful you could almost taste them from afar. Holding hands, looking at each other like the world had stopped, your lovers were apparently having the time of their life in a romantic restaurant, on your birthday evening. You took out your own phone. No messages.
The panic attack struck you without warning. Your heart had clenched all at once, and despite your motherâs attempt at laying you on your back, your muscles kept you rolled in a ball. You felt as if every breath was tearing apart your lungs, and could feel your heartbeat from your ears to the tip of your fingers. You could vaguely hear her talking to you, but it was as if a wall was standing between you, yet her touch felt very close, too close, as if her usually soft fingers were now burning your arms. Was it the end ? Was it how your great love story ended, alone on a Saturday night, crying so much you were drooling on the couch ? Your body was aching like never before, were you about to pass out ? To simply die ?
In the end you only managed to fall asleep after your mom calmed you down. You thought before closing your eyes that even your pain was disappointing.
You were helping your siblings pack up their bags when they came home, arms filled with packages. The little ones jumped to them, glad to have at least been able to say hello before leaving, but your mother stayed by your side, not even greeting them. She thanked them coldly for the gifts, and pushing the children towards the door, gave you a sympathetic look. She said she would always be there for you. She said you could come home if needed. But when Leo jumped on the couch and laid next to you, you knew no matter how painful it was, your home was here and there. You just needed time. You would figure it out, together. But not tonight. Tonight you just wanted out.
âHappy belated birthday, princesse.â Charles said tentatively, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he gestured to the mountain of gifts piled on the table. Alex sat by your side, but you got up before she could hold your hand.
âI donât want your gifts. I want an apology. Think well about what youâve done.â You kissed your puppyâs head and left the apartment immediately.
Almost running in the hallways and stairs, you got to his door panting. You knew he was back, they always made the journey together. So when he opened the door, clearly exhausted and surprised to see you, you broke down once again.
âIâm sorry Max⊠can I come in ?â He immediately closed the door behind you and called for his girlfriend, while his step daughter Penelope came to hug your legs. You collapsed on their sofa, shoulders shaking with silent sobs, unable to find the words to explain the depth of your pain. Kelly and Penelope tried to soothe you with soft voices and hugs, but Max only managed to pace the room, his jaw clenched in anger.
âWhat the hell happened ?â He had always been so sweet to you, so welcoming in this unfamiliar world. You felt bad for seeking comfort in his home after he had just came back. But the gates were opened, and while you cried, you still managed to make out a few words, enough for the couple to piece out the situation.
Penelope stayed close to you, hugging you with all the warmth a child could muster, while Kelly had been forced to stand in front of the door to prevent your friend from committing murder. They were now arguing silently, and you felt your eyes get heavier by the minute, strangely lulled to sleep by their hushed whispers. You had finally put words on what was happening, and the little girlâs cuddles had managed to calm you down to the point of dozing off.
âI think you should take her home.â Kelly murmured, still worried.
Max nodded in agreement, and he carefully scooped you in his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carried you back to your apartment. Charles was standing in the doorway, Alex pacing behind him, and both let him pass, faces etched with concern.
âYou two stay right there.â Maxâs voice was sharp, commanding not to argue. He laid you down in your bed, tucking the covers around you and stroking your hair until sleep finally claimed you. When he tried to leave the apartment, your two lovers were still standing by the door, begging to be heard.
âMax, please, whatâs going onâŠâ Alexandra tried to get close but he immediately took a step back, and pointed his finger at her.
âYou had your chance to make things right by staying this weekend. You blew it up. Take your responsibilities.â He then turned to Charles, and almost spat to his face. âAnd you⊠I thought family was supposed to always come first. Maybe I was wrong.â His face was distorted with anger, and his knuckles white on the door handle. âYou two have to man up for once in your fucking life. Either you tell Ferrari, and everyone whoâs putting their noise in your business, to fuck off, or you loose her.â
With that, he slammed the door, leaving Charles and Alexandra with the consequences of their actions. They knew they had been fooled. Manipulated. Two nights ago, when the pictures of them had been taken, they were having one of the worst conversation possible. One they wanted to share with you as soon as possible, and in person, and not on your birthday. They were now wondering how they could do so without sounding like liars.
Would you trust them ? Believe Charles, when he would tell you the PR team had said you werenât cut for fame, that the spotlights were obviously making you stressed, that you would be happier away from it all ? Believe Alex, when she would admit that they had threatened her with your boyfriendâs career, as well as your own, reminding her that she had never needed to work, and that if she loved the both of you, she should let professionals handle the situation ? Believe them, when they would say thatâs what they talked about at the restaurant, and that their look of love was captured when they thought of you home, and wished you were with them ?
They werenât sure. The thought that you could decide to end it all, and you would be smart to do so, frightened them. When they finally went to bed, hands shaking and eyes wet, each one cuddling by your side, hoping this night would not be the last, you did not even wake up.
âStill not forgiven ?â Max pushed Charlesâ shoulder softly, half teasing him, half genuinely concerned for his friend, even though he hated to admit it. He had moved away from the group of men having a drink in the shared garden of their building, and had been staring at the moon for too long for someone in a good mood.
âI donât know⊠She keeps saying everything is fine, but itâs clearly not. Even when we told her of our meetings, she was like⊠she agreed with them ?â Charles turned to his friend, disbelief written all over his face. âSaid they knew what they were talking about, that it was for the best. Keeps walking behind us in the street, encourages us to go out just us two, even refuses to hold Leo when there are fans ! Her own dog, Max !â Charles felt the arm of the taller man lay on his shoulder, and he rested his head in the embrace, sighing.
As he was about to turn for a full hug, he heard Carlos whistle from the table, and Daniel signed at them to get back and away from the hedges.
âPaps.â The Aussie simply said when they got back, pointing a finger at the light of a camera through the bushes. âWhat a waste of money living here if they still manage to get in.â Max groaned and started to pick up the bottles, inciting everyone to go back inside.
âWhat a pain those fuckersâŠâ He grumbled, clearly annoyed to not be able to enjoy his evening out with friends without the sound of camera shutters ruining everything. âWhat fucking interest is there to our lives, go get one of your own or something for godâs sakeâŠâ Everyone agreed but still followed him to one of the shared inside spaces, frustration hanging heavy in the air.
As they settled around the pool table, anecdotes about obsessive fans and annoying paparazzis were shared, but Charlesâ mind was drifting elsewhere. An idea had begun to take root, a small glimmer of hope for his relationship, to maybe get back his girlfriend, before sadness had taken over most of her. He chugged down the rest of his drink, and called for the attention of his friends.
âWhat if⊠what if we used the paps ? What if I said fuck you to Ferrari without dealing with the legal issues ?â A spark appeared in their eyes, and in their last sober decision, they called Alexandra to come down, all agreeing she would be their voice of reason.
Oblivious to it all, you were reading in bed when the gathering happened, and would never know of it.
Only a few days later was the plan put into action. Charlesâ idea of using actual paparazzis was turned down by Alex, who reminded the boys of the consequences on their careers if anyone found out who made the call. Despite his drunken arguments of being ready to fuck it all for his girls, soundly supported by his friends, she had found a much safer solution.
When you stepped on the huge balcony, you felt tears come to your eyes, happy ones, for the first time in weeks. Your lovers had crafted a perfect romantic dinner for you, straight out of a movie. The table was laid out for three, candles lit up and rose petals everywhere on the ground. A bottle of expensive champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice, waiting to be popped podium-style, and Leo was waiting by the door with a little bow tie on his collar. You had missed being just the three of you, no waitress, no management, no friends, just a homemade dinner and loving looks.
So when they took you in their arms, wrapping you in love and affection, peppering your skin with kisses and sweet compliments, you simply gave in without a care for anything else. You hugged and kissed until you had no breath left, and let them treat you, for you had deserved it.
Yet the whole time, unbeknownst to you, Daniel and Max had been stationed right under your balcony, hidden from view as they snapped pictures of the intimate scene unfolding. They did their best to capture every shared glance and affectionate touch, every kiss and hug that would make it impossible to deny the love shared between you. They had all warned paparazzis were roaming in the area the night before, which would make the whole thing even more believable for the PR teams. The secret mission was going to perfection, and when you retreated indoors with a seductive wink to your partners, Charles and Alexandra gave a subtle thumbs up to the boys to signal the end of the work for tonight.
As you awoke to the gentle rays of sunlight through the curtains you had not closed well last night, a sense of peace came over you for the first time in a while. Yesterdayâs romantic dinner, and night, was still fresh in your mind and body, and you smiled when greeted with your loversâ sleeping faces when you turned in the bed. Reaching as quietly as possible for your phone, your soft morning suddenly turned to hell as you saw hundreds of notifications and missed calls appear on the lock screen.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you scrolled them all. Missed calls from Ferrari. Messages from long lost friends. And obviously, dozens and dozens of pictures plastered across every gossip account related to Formula 1. It seemed an anonymous account had taken and posted pictures of your very private dinner during the night, and then disappeared, right after the pictures had been reposted everywhere.
With trembling hands, you turned to look at Charles and Alexandra, still sleeping peacefully by your side. Instead of finding solace in their presence, a wave of dread washed over you, the fear of losing everything you held dear threatening to consume you whole. Would this be the breaking point for them ? Would Ferrari ask you to move out ? Would they all lie, deny completely your existence ?
The sound of Leoâs plaintive cries echoed through the room, snapping your partners from their slumber. They came even closer to you, filled with concern as your breathing got more and more erratic, tears streaming down your face. They took turns kissing away your tears and whispering words of comfort until you managed to give them your phone, as well as theirs. You tried regulating your breathing as they scrolled, and sat down, expecting a tough conversation straight after.
Alex simply threw her phone away after not even two minutes of screen time, coming back to lay her head on your chest and faking purring. Charles sighed, and opened the camera of his phone. Had they asked him to make an apology video ? He turned the camera to Leo, and added his hand to where Alexâs fingers were already intertwined with yours. Snapping a pic of the small dog with your three hands next to him, he immediately posted it on his story on Instagram, which he had apparently gotten back the login details for, with the caption âFamily 4ïžâŁâ€ïžâ.
âAbout time it was out officially, right love ?â Charles stroked your cheek lovingly while your girlfriend hummed in agreement, nuzzling closer to you. âI was thinking your red dress for the event next week, and we could get me a new suit butâ He kept rambling on, his phone buzzing non stop on his side table, head in the crook of your neck. Too stunned to speak, you simply laid back in the bed and let him talk your ear off. It wasnât over then ?
By the time of the next Lec event, you were sure it was far from over. Alex was holding your hand, and you had gotten matching nails the day before. Charles had insisted you were the only one to wear red tonight, and he kept you as close as physically possible, one hand always on your waist. The little pup struggled to find his place in all this affection, but you made sure to keep him in your arms whenever he needed comfort, and otherwise refused to give the leash to anyone else. When Charlesâ agent came to warn you there would be trouble, Alex stepped in front of you with the look of defiance you had always loved, and simply told him âWith all due respect, fuck off.â Charles shrugged, saying this wasnât a Ferrari event anyway, and smiled as he took you two away.
You finally stood tall and proud, at peace and at home. The party was quite private, you were mostly surrounded by friends and well-wishers, and one in particular came to greet you with the biggest smile on his face.
âAs pretty as ever querida !â Carlos took you in his arms, and gave a small pet to Leoâs head. He congratulated you, and gesturing to the PR team seemingly having a breakdown in the corner of a room, he chuckled. âThe only thing I wonât miss at Ferrari is their shitty strategy.â He winked at you before going back to the buffet, not without a last word âItâs clear the only happy family they should advertise is you three, with how theyâre looking at you.â
You turned back to meet their eyes. Charles raised his glass to you, and Alexâs smile was brighter than the neon lights. You felt filled with pride, love, a sense of validation like no other. You thought of your mother, of her warm embrace and comforting words. You hoped she would see the pictures of tonight. You hoped she knew you had a home away from home in them. And so you ran to them, and laughed until your cheeks hurt, and danced until the lights went out, and promised to love until the very last star in the sky burnt out.
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