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Fairytale

Charles Leclerc x Princess of Monaco!Reader

Summary: Charles Leclerc has everything he could ask for (off the track, at least) including a fairytale romance … except no one actually believes that his girlfriend is really his girlfriend

Charles sighs as he walks into the drivers’ lounge, bracing himself for the inevitable teasing. Ever since he had casually mentioned having a girlfriend, and more specifically who the girlfriend in question is, his friends have been merciless.

“Wow, if it isn’t Prince Charles in the flesh! Back from another romantic getaway with his imaginary princess,” Max laughs as he enters.

“Come on mates, lay off,” Charles pleads half-heartedly. He knows it is useless.

“I just don’t get it,” Lando chimes in. “There’s no shame in admitting that you’re single. We’re racing drivers, we don’t exactly always have time for relationships.”

“Maybe his standards are too high,” Pierre suggests. “He’s actually holding out for real royalty or something.”

The others laugh as Charles feels his face grow warm. If only they believed him.

“You know what you need?” Carlos grins. “A nice Spanish girl to set you up with. My sister’s friend Elena is single, I could give you her number.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “I told you, I have a girlfriend. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because we’ve never seen her!” Max exclaims. “You talk about her all the time but she never comes to races or appears in photos. She might as well be a unicorn.”

“Maybe she’s just embarrassed to be seen with Charles,” Lando teases.

Charles frowns, stung by Lando’s words. If only they knew the truth. The reality is that his girlfriend is extremely famous in her own right and values the little privacy she has left too much to be seen at races. Her life is already public enough without adding the scrutiny that anyone connected to a Formula 1 driver inevitably receives on top of it. Besides, she has her own royal duties to attend to.

“Come on guys, that’s unfair,” Pierre says gently, noticing Charles’ discomfort. “If Charles says he has a girlfriend, we should believe him.”

“Thank yo—” Charles starts to say with relief. At least someone is on his side.

“Even if she is imaginary,” Pierre adds with a smirk.

Charles groans and puts his head in his hands as the laughter starts up again. He can’t really blame them for not believing him.

You are basically a fairytale princess — beautiful, elegant, and kind. Not to mention an actual member of the royal family. Her Serene Highness Princess Y/N Grace Stephanie Caroline of Monaco is the type of girl people write epic poems and songs about. Charles can hardly believe his luck that you had chosen him.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Daniel interrupts, taking pity on Charles. “Leave the poor man alone.”

“We’re just joking,” Max says defensively. “Charles knows we don’t mean anything by it.”

Charles gives Max a tight smile. “Sure.”

“Tell you what,” Daniel says, clapping Charles on the shoulder. “Bring your mystery girl to a race soon. We’ll all get to meet her and then you can finally prove these jokers wrong.”

Charles sighs. If only it were that simple. You have been tempted to attend races in the past but the scrutiny both of them would come under is just too much. You treasure the privacy your relationship allows. But maybe Daniel is right. Maybe it is time for you to finally meet his friends. After all, you are the love of his life. There is nothing to hide.

“Alright, deal,” Charles says finally. “I’ll ask her.”

The others exchange surprised looks, not expecting him to agree.

“Can’t wait to meet her,” Carlos says with a wink.

Charles rolls his eyes again but smiles. One way or another, he is going to prove to them that his amazing girlfriend isn’t just a figment of his imagination.

***

Charles is still thinking about you when he is suddenly accosted by Silvia, Ferrari’s Head of Communications, after practice.

“Charles! Just who I was looking for,” she says briskly. “I need to discuss something rather important with you.”

Charles suppresses a groan. Conversations with Silvia are never fun. “What’s up?” He asks with forced cheerfulness.

Silvia lowers her voice. “It’s about your relationship status. We feel it would be beneficial if you were seen dating someone … compatible.”

Charles’ eyebrows shoot up. “Compatible?”

“Yes. A model. Or perhaps an actress. Someone who would look good on your arm and boost your image.”

Charles folds his arms defensively. “What’s wrong with my girlfriend?”

Silvia waves a hand impatiently. “Yes yes, this alleged princess you keep mentioning. The problem, Charles, is that no one has seen her. No one knows if she is actually connected to you in any way. So, as far as we are concerned, for all intents and purposes, you are single.”

Charles frowns. This again. “I keep telling you that she’s really my girlfriend. Y/N is just very private.”

“Private women don’t date Formula 1 drivers,” Silvia says bluntly. “If she really was in a relationship with you, she would be here. But since that is clearly a figment of your imagination, we need to take steps.”

Charles feels his blood boil. How dare Silvia insult his relationship with Y/N? Question their connection?

“Here are profiles of suitable options,” Silvia continues, shoving a surprisingly heavy folder at him. Charles doesn’t open it.

“No.”

Silvia blinks. “No?”

“My relationship with Y/N is off limits,” Charles says firmly. “My personal life is exactly that — personal. Not to be exploited for PR.”

“Don’t be foolish,” Silvia snaps. “This is bigger than you. Your image reflects on Ferrari. We need to be able to control it.”

“No. What you need to do is back off,” Charles shoots back.

Silvia’s nostrils flare. Clearly she isn’t used to such defiance. “Charles, be reasonable—”

“I am being reasonable,” Charles interrupts. “I won’t pretend to date someone just because the team wants me to. I’m with Y/N. I don’t care if you believe me or not.”

Silvia shakes her head in disgust. “You’re making a big mistake. Don’t come crying to me when this blows up in your face.”

She storms off, heels clicking angrily against the floor.

Charles takes a deep breath, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He can’t remember the last time he stood up to Silvia like that. It felt good but also nerve-wracking. He knows she won’t let this go easily.

His phone buzzes and his heart leaps when he sees it’s a text from you.

Heard you had a rough day. Wish I could be there to make it better. I love you 💋

Charles smiles, the tension in his shoulders easing. You always knew just what to say and when to say it.

He quickly types back.

I wish you were here too. No matter what anyone says, they can’t change my feelings for you. I love you so much ❤️

He hits send, imagining your smile as you read his text. It doesn’t matter what his team, the media, or even his fellow drivers think. His relationship with you is real and authentic. Someday he’ll find a way for you to be by his side. But for now, your private moments together are enough.

Charles knows staying with you is the right decision, PR be damned. You are his soulmate — the fairytale princess he never expected to find but thanks God every single day that he did. Your love is worth fighting for. And someday, when the time is right, he’ll finally be able to show the world that what you have together is very real.

***

Charles groans as he notices multiple missed calls from his brothers. He has been avoiding their calls lately, knowing they would just tease him mercilessly about his girlfriend. But he knows he can’t dodge them forever.

Taking a deep breath, he calls Arthur back.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Prince Charles himself, taking time away from his busy schedule of dating princesses to spare a chat with us commoners,” Arthur says slyly upon answering.

Charles rolls his eyes. “Very funny. What do you want?”

“We just wanted to check in on our brother and see how life with Monegasque royalty is treating you,” Lorenzo chimes in. Charles realizes he must be on speaker.

“Oh yes, Princess Y/N,” Arthur says in an exaggerated swoony voice. “Our brother’s one true love since he was 15 years old and had that giant poster of her plastered on his wall.”

Charles feels his face flush. He knows exactly what poster Arthur is referencing — a stunning photo of you in a ballgown from a high society event years ago. Teenage Charles has ripped it out of a magazine and hung it up reverently in his room, gazing at it longingly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he sputters. “I never had a poster.”

“Oh really?” Lorenzo laughs. “I seem to recall you cutting out every picture you could find of her and keeping a little scrapbook.”

Charles cringes internally. Okay, maybe his teenage obsession had been a bit … enthusiastic. But he can’t help that he had recognized you as his dream girl even then.

“Alright, so maybe I had a tiny crush on her,” Charles admits. “But it is not crazy that we ended up together.”

Arthur cackles. “You used to kiss her photos goodnight before going to bed! You were completely obsessed!”

“Remember how he tried to sneak into that royal gala at Salle des Etoiles to see her?” Lorenzo adds. “He was totally insane.”

Charles grimaces at the memory. Okay, not his finest moment.

“Face it Charles, you’ve been in love with the imaginary idea of Princess Y/N since you were in nappies,” Arthur teases. “No shame in admitting she wouldn't even give you the time of day now.”

Charles feels his frustration rising. Why does no one believe him?

“Because your so-called relationship makes no sense!” Lorenzo says, accurately reading his silence. “She’s a literal princess and you’re … you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Charles grumbles. He knows his brothers are just teasing but it still stings.

“Come on, just admit you made the whole thing up to get everyone off your back,” Arthur prods.

Charles sighs loudly. “For the millionth time, what we have is 100 percent real! Just because it seems unlikely doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I don’t care if none of you believe me, I love her and she loves me.”

His brothers are silent for a moment.

“You alright there?” Arthur asks, his voice softening.

“Yes, I just wish everyone would stop questioning my relationship all the time,” Charles admits. “It hurts.”

“We’re only joking Charles, we don’t mean any harm,” Lorenzo says gently.

“I know,” Charles replies. “Doesn’t make it any easier to hear constantly though.”

“You’re right, we took the teasing too far,” Arthur says. “We’ll lay off from now on.”

Charles smiles slightly. “Thanks. And someday soon I will prove to you that it is real.”

His brothers are silent for a moment.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Arthur finally laughs.

Charles groans and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. Clearly nothing he says would convince his stubborn brothers that his relationship with you was real and not merely a childhood fantasy.

“Alright, well, I should get going,” Charles mumbles, eager to get off the phone.

“Chin up, we’re only teasing,” Lorenzo says lightly. “Have fun with your imaginary princess!”

Arthur and Lorenzo explode into more laughter as Charles quickly hangs up, his face burning. Someday, he will prove to them and everyone else that his amazing girlfriend isn’t just a figment of his imagination. No matter how long it takes.

***

Charles sinks into the familiar couch in his sports psychologist’s office, exhausted after a long day on the simulator and endless teasing from his team.

“Rough day out there?” Dr. Anderson asks kindly, noticing the strain on Charles’ face.

“That’s an understatement,” Charles sighs. “The car is just so slow this year. We keep trying new setups and tweaks but nothing helps. And the strategy is somehow even worse than the pace. It’s like the team wants me to fail.”

Dr. Anderson nods sympathetically. “That must be very frustrating. Tell me more about how it’s impacting you.”

Charles launches into a tirade about the endless issues with the car, the incompetent strategists, and the lack of proper communication from his engineers. Dr. Anderson listens patiently, letting him vent his pent-up anger and disappointment.

After a lengthy rant, Charles finally runs out of steam. “Anyway, it’s just been a terrible season,” he concludes glumly.

“I can certainly understand why you feel that way,” Dr. Anderson says. “It sounds like the team is letting you down in many ways.”

Charles nods, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders after unloading. It helps to talk about it with someone whose job is not to judge.

“Is there anything else bothering you lately?” Dr. Anderson asks gently. “Any other sources of stress?”

Charles hesitates. He and Dr. Anderson have been working together for years, ever since he joined Ferrari. He knows he can open up to her.

“It’s just … well, besides the team stuff, no one believes me about my girlfriend,” he admits.

Dr. Anderson raises her eyebrows. “I see. Tell me more about that.”

Charles explains the endless teasing from his fellow drivers, the manipulation attempts by the PR team, and the doubtful reactions from his own family. How despite his best efforts, no one seems willing to accept that he is really dating Princess Y/N of Monaco.

“It’s so frustrating!" He bursts out at the end. “I don’t know what else I can do to convince them that we are actually together.”

Dr. Anderson purses her lips, jotting down notes. “I can understand why their doubt would upset you. It must be painful to have your relationship questioned.”

“Exactly!" Charles exclaims, throwing his hands up. “You get it. I knew I could talk to you.”

Dr. Anderson gives him a sympathetic smile.

Charles leaves the appointment feeling much better, confident that his psychologist believes him and is on his side.

As he is exiting, Charles notices Dr. Anderson’s notebook left open on her desk. Before he can stop himself, his eyes scan the page and focus on his name.

He feels his heart sink as he reads.

Charles Leclerc: deflecting from pain of difficult season by creating elaborate fantasy relationship. Fixation on celebrity crush indicates deeper self-esteem issues. Recommend to confront delusion directly in next session.

Charles reels, shock and anger swirling through him. Not even his own psychologist believes him! She thinks he is living in some weird fantasy.

Swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth, Charles straightens his shoulders and walks out. He has never felt more alone and frustrated in his conviction. But he refuses to give up. No matter what anyone says, his love for you is real. And one day, somehow, he will prove it to the world.

***

Charles is back at his family home in Monaco during a rare few days off. He is puttering around the kitchen while his mother cooks dinner.

“Oh, by the way, Y/N is coming over for dinner tonight,” Charles mentions casually. “I want you all to finally meet her.”

Pascale laughs lightly without looking up from the stove. “Of course, sweetie.”

Charles frowns. “I’m serious, maman. She’ll be here in an hour.”

“Mhmm, I’m sure she will,” Pascale replies indulgently. Charles huffs in annoyance.

Just then, his brothers come into the kitchen, freshly showered after playing football outside.

“Hey Charles, how’s life with your imaginary girlfriend?” Lorenzo immediately teases.

“She’s actually coming over for dinner tonight,” Charles says tersely.

Arthur lets out a loud laugh. “Yeah right! Good one.” He grabs a piece of bread from the counter, still chuckling.

Charles throws his hands up in exasperation. “Why does no one ever believe me about her?”

“Boys, that’s enough,” Pascale chides gently. “Let your brother dream.”

Charles opens his mouth to retort but just then, the doorbell rings. His eyes widen.

“I’ll get it!" He yells, dashing for the door. He takes a deep breath before swinging it open to reveal you standing there casually in jeans and a sweater, looking effortlessly gorgeous.

“Surprise!" You laugh, pulling him into a tight hug. Charles melts into your embrace, all his stress and frustration fading away.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you right now,” he murmurs into your hair.

You pull back to smile at him tenderly. “I’ve been looking forward to this for ages. I want your family to know how much I love you.”

Charles grins and takes your hand, leading your into the kitchen where his stunned family waits.

Pascale’s mouth is hanging open in shock. The piece of bread Arthur is holding falls to the floor with a dull thump.

“Y-your Serene Highness,” Pascale finally manages to stammer out, hastily wiping her hands on a towel. “What an honor, we weren’t expecting you ...”

She shoots an accusatory look at Charles, who throws up his hands defensively. “I told you she was coming!”

Pascale flushes. “Yes, well, I didn’t think … that is … we would have prepared ...”

You step forward gracefully, immediately putting Pascale at ease. “Please, just call me Y/N. I’ve been dying to meet Charles’ family.”

As you effortlessly charm his mother and brothers, Charles stands back watching with a satisfied smile. The shock and sheepishness on his family’s faces is vindicating after so many months of teasing and disbelief.

Charles has never been one to say “I told you so” but … I told you so.

***

The cheers of the crowd are deafening as the chequered flag waves for Charles at the Monaco Grand Prix. He can hardly believe it — finally, a win at his home race!

As he pulls into parc fermé and jumps out of the car, the emotions hit him. Pure elation at ending the long wait for a home victory. Relief at overcoming the team’s doubts. But most of all, excitement for what comes next.

The podium ceremony.

And with the Monegasque royal family presenting the trophies as usual, Charles knows exactly who will be handing him the winner’s trophy.

He can barely stand still through the anthems, eager for his moment with you. The weekend has been agony, so close to you yet having to pretend that there is nothing between the two of you.

But not anymore.

At last, the royal family walks onto the podium led by none other than Princess Y/N. Charles’ heart skips a beat at the sight of you gliding towards him in a figure-hugging red midi dress, sunlight glinting off your carefully styled hair. You somehow manage to become more and more beautiful every time he sees you.

Stopping in front of him, you give him a subtle wink before launching into the customary congratulatory speech. Charles nods along, not hearing a word as he zones out while admiring the stunning woman he gets to call his own.

At last, you turn to pick up the trophy. “It is my honor to present this trophy to our victor, who represents Monaco with pride in everything he does, Charles Leclerc,” you announce, holding it out to him with a brilliant smile.

In that moment, Charles throws all caution to the wind. As he accepts the trophy, he reaches out and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

The crowd below erupts in shocked cheers and screams. You melt into the kiss for a blissful moment before gently pulling back, your eyes sparkling. Charles grins at you breathlessly.

“Worth the wait?” He murmurs.

“Absolutely,” you whisper back, squeezing his hand. “I’m so proud of you, mon amour.”

Turning back to the roaring crowd, Charles wraps an arm around your waist and thrusts your linked hands into the air in triumph.

Looking out at the paddock, Charles sees the priceless dumbfounded looks on his fellow drivers’ faces. The Ferrari PR team looks ready to pass out in horror. Reporters are screaming questions and snapping photos frantically.

But Charles only has eyes for the radiant princess at his side. At long last, he has made your love public for the whole world to see.

Later, after celebrations around the circuit have started winding down in favor of moving to lounges and clubs for the night, Charles and you escape for a private moment together.

“That was quite the reveal,” you say with an amused quirk of your eyebrow.

Charles laughs. “I know, subtlety has never been my strong suit. I hope you don’t mind.”

You caress his face tenderly. “Of course not. I’m happy to finally be by your side. No more hiding.”

Charles kisses you deeply, all the love and longing of the past months pouring into it.

When you finally break apart, foreheads touching, he murmurs, “No more doubts. No more teasing. They all know now that you’re real and all mine.”

“Forever yours,” you whisper back. And seal it with another perfect kiss.

***

“I can’t believe it. I just … actually can’t believe it,” Max mutters, staring at the large screens around the paddock that are showing you and Charles gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes during the post-race interviews.

“Lord Perceval … dating an actual princess,” Carlos muses in disbelief.

“And not just any princess, his teenage celebrity crush!" Lando exclaims.

“I guess we owe him an apology,” Pierre says sheepishly.

“Big time,” Daniel agrees. “We gave him so much crap for making her up.”

“Speak of the devil,” Max mutters as Charles strides into the room, hand-in-hand with you.

An awkward silence descends on the group. Charles clears his throat, enjoying their obvious discomfort.

“I believe you all know my girlfriend, Her Serene Highness Y/N Grace Stephanie Caroline, Hereditary Princess of Monaco and Marquise of Baux. But you can just call her Your Serene Highness or Princess Y/N,” he says politely.

The guys mumble greetings, not quite meeting your eyes. You smile graciously. “You can just call me Y/N. Any friend of Charles is a friend of mine and there’s no need for titles around friends.”

Charles narrows his eyes. “Actually I don’t think that will be necessary. I believe they should maintain protocol and address you properly.”

You shoots him a look. “Darling, it’s fine, really. I want your friends to feel comfortable around me.”

But Charles crosses his arms, not budging. “No, it’s not fine. I must insist that they observe the formal mode of address for royalty.”

The drivers shift awkwardly again. You pull Charles aside with a soothing smile.

“What are you doing?” You whisper. “I’m trying to put them at ease.”

“I know but they deserve to squirm for a bit after how much they mocked us,” Charles whispers back petulantly.

You bite back a smile. “Don’t be silly. I know their teasing hurt but let’s move past it. Can you really blame them for thinking it sounds like a made up fairytale? Put yourself in their shoes.”

Charles sighs. “I guess you’re right ... I just want them to respect you.”

“They will, in time,” you say gently. “But forcing them to be overly formal won’t accomplish that. I’m still just me.”

Charles nods reluctantly. “Okay fine, we’ll do it your way.”

You turn back to the drivers who are trying to act natural and pretending that they didn’t just listen in on your conversation with a bright smile. “I’ve heard so much about all of you,” you say. “Charles speaks very highly of his fellow drivers.”

“We’re, uh, happy to finally meet you too,” Max manages to get out.

“Yeah, congrats mate,” Daniel offers weakly.

More awkward silence follows. Charles smirks, deciding to twist the knife a bit more.

“I know you all had your doubts about me landing a catch like Y/N,” he says casually. “But I can’t blame you. Even I can hardly believe someone so incredible would fall for me.”

He gazes at you adoringly as you blush prettily while the drivers fidget uneasily.

“Anyway, as you can now see, she’s real and we are happier than ever!" Charles concludes brightly.

“We’re really sorry for not believing you,” Lando bursts out sincerely. “And all the teasing.”

The others chime in with apologies and congratulations. Charles graciously accepts, reassuring them no hard feelings.

After you have throughly charmed them all and departed, the group surrounds Charles excitedly.

“Alright, you have to give us all the details,” Max demands. “How did you meet? How did you get her to go out with you? When did it get serious?”

Charles just laughs. “It’s a long story. But the important thing is that she’s the only one for me. Despite everyone doubting us, our love was real from the start.”

“Pretty epic to have a real life princess as your soulmate,” Pierre says dreamily.

“Just remember you knew me back when you all thought she was imaginary,” Charles jokes.

“We’ll never live it down,” Carlos groans goodnaturedly.

Charles smiles, feeling lighter and happier than he has in ages. The long struggle to prove himself has been worth it. Now he has everything — the win, the girl, and the utter shock and joy of proving to the world that even his wildest dreams can come true.

And this is only the beginning for him and his beloved princess.

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you surprise ruben in qatar right when he needs you most.

warnings: fluff, implied smut

“I didn’t think you’d still be up.” Ruben grinned over FaceTime.

“Yup! Had a late night just trying to work on some stuff.” You pretended to yawn.

Lying to him was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done, but you reminded yourself that it was for a good reason.

When Ruben got his call up for the World Cup squad, you were both over the moon about it. Even though his presence was all but a no brainer, that didn’t diminish the excitement that flowed through both of you as you held each other.

Everything he’d done and all the sacrifices he’d made were finally paying off in a massive way. As much as you and everyone else knew he adored playing for City, being a part of his national team held a special place in his heart.

You were so excited. Not only for him, but for you to just be there as a part of his journey. Even though you knew you wouldn’t see him as much due to him being tied to training and matches, you wanted to be there to fill every gap he had in his hectic upcoming schedule. 

Unfortunately, all of those dreams would come crashing down.

The silver lining was that it wasn’t for a bad reason. You were offered a promotion at your job that you would’ve been silly to refuse. One of the conditions for you to take on the new role was to go abroad for training for a few weeks or longer, meaning you’d miss out on going with him. 

I know how happy you were amor…You frowned. 

Hey, Ruben took your hands in his, this is an amazing opportunity. I don’t ever want you to choose me or anything else over what you’ve worked hard for.

He always knew what to say and how to say it. How did he manage to soothe the ache between your ribs at the thought of leaving him for god knows how long? You weren’t sure, but you were just eternally grateful that he was such an incredible partner. 

Before you left Manchester, you had to push your plans up to squeeze in all the sex you wouldn’t be able to have while he was in camp. Ruben was just as insatiable as you were. Despite the rigorous schedule his club had leading up to the tournament, he found it in himself to reserve enough energy to make you cry out daily. 

The final round almost made you late for your flight. Five minutes, just give me five more minutes. You had never been in the business of denying him, much less when he had that gloriously gruff morning voice. The ticketing agent’s eyes lingered near the neckline of your top, making your face light up. You didn’t have enough time to cover the marks left by his teeth. 

Throughout your training, you and Ruben texted and video chatted as much as possible. The time difference was huge, but you made it work with most communication coming at night for you and morning for him, and vice versa.

You worked tirelessly during your days, trying to squeeze as much material as you could in. That way you would be able to do your final assessment ahead of time. If that all went according to plan and you passed, you could make it to at least the knockout stages.

Your leg bounced nervously, stomach sour and cramping while you waited for the results. When your temporary supervisor came back to give you the good news, you almost broke down in tears. Through a quick ramble of words, you let them know that you were grateful for everything and apologized for what you were about to ask. 

Why are you sorry? Get out of here and go support your boyfriend!

Tears actually fell at their response. You felt so overwhelmingly happy that you didn’t even work out the mechanics of how you’d pull this whole surprise thing off. The first step was obviously to pack and find the first flight out, which was easy enough even if it costed you a pretty penny. 

Next was finding a good reason to not video chat with Ruben while you were traveling for an entire day. Conveniently and annoyingly, the sickness you’d felt earlier wasn’t just due to anxiety. You picked up a few things from the pharmacy on the way to the airport, calling him while you were there to let him know you were going to hibernate for a bit to get better. 

While on your flight, you messaged Ivan to help you out with the hotel since bookings for the one the team and family were staying at weren’t available. He was more than happy to assist, knowing how much seeing you would boost his brother’s mood. Once everything was sorted, you reclined your seat to finally get some rest. 

When you rose again, you’d surprisingly slept through most of the journey. There was only enough time left for you to eat and freshen up before you were touching down in Qatar.

You were feeling better, but not one hundred percent yet. The only thing you wanted to do was shower and sleep again despite getting a solid twelve hours in. The latter had to wait because as soon as you settled for a nap, your phone rang. 

You cursed, drawing the blackout curtains to make everything dark and snuggled under the covers. Luckily the bedding you had in your previous location was hotel standard just like the one’s here, so it shouldn’t raise flags. 

“I won’t keep you long, just wanted to know how you were feeling.” Ruben took a few sips of water just as he did every morning when he woke up.

“I’m okay.” You bit down on a knowing smile. “Ready for the match tonight?”

He pulled his phone back for a wider view, allowing you to see him flexing his biceps in response. That drew a laugh from you. Of course he was ready, you couldn’t recall ever seeing him nervous for a big game. It was one of the many reasons why he made an incredible captain. 

“I’ve got to get ready to join the boys.” He sighed. 

“Don’t keep them waiting.” You blew him a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He returned the gesture.

Once the call ended, you let out a huge breath of air you didn’t know you were holding. Your racing heart at the riskiness made it harder to go to sleep despite your exhaustion. Reinforcements in the form of a mind numbing Netflix show were loaded on your laptop, having you out until your alarm went off that evening. 

You felt jittery as you washed up and got dressed. Ivan had room service bring you his spare jersey to wear since you had none on hand due to your rush to get here. It was naturally too big for you, but you made it work in that fashionably oversized way paired with your jeans. 

He devised a plan for you to join the family after the team had done warm ups, ensuring that Ruben wouldn’t notice you until after the match. You hadn’t even thought about that. It was actually concerning how much of a genius schemer your boyfriend’s brother was. A pin would have to be put into that thought until after you’d completed the mission. 

You went with all the other families to the stadium, but stowed away in the bathroom and at concessions until it was time for the walk outs. Pride bloomed in your chest as you saw Ruben standing tall with his squad, deep focus etched onto the features that filled every space in your mind in the midst of his absence the last month. 

A goal from the opposition came quicker than expected. The mood was severely dampened, but the supporters continued to rally behind him and the team. Each minute that passed by felt like a blip and an eternity all at once. You found yourself literally gripping the edge of your seat, sweat beading at your temples. 

The intensity was much greater than anything you’d experienced while watching him play for City. Even during Champion’s League matches and other cup finals, you hadn’t felt this level of desperation coming from yourself or the players.

They were all laying themselves bare on the pitch, giving every ounce of effort they could muster. Yet, sometimes you could empty your tank and run on reserves, and it could still not be enough.

When the final whistle blew, the contrast in emotion between your side of the stadium and the other was stark. They embraced each other and cried for an entirely different reason. Your head hung low, only raising at the feeling of Ivan’s hand on your shoulder. He gave it a light squeeze and offered you a reassuring smile. 

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes widened, following the source of the call. Ruben had found the area you were sat in, walking and then jogging over. You rose from your seat, navigating carefully until you were at the barriers. 

He wasted no time leaning over to cup your face and kiss you. Your fingers combed through his short wet hair as you completely forgot your surroundings. You got lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours, his tongue spelling out just how much he missed you. 

“What-“ Ruben rasped between your lips on his. “How-“

You pulled back to take in some air and shook your head. None of that was important, the what’s and how’s of your presence right here and now. You were giving yourself a bit of a mental beating if you were honest. 

A part of you couldn’t help but think that things might’ve worked out differently if you had made it to support him earlier. If your face was one he’d found in the crowd at the end of a victory, and not the end of a loss. At the end of his first World Cup.

It was something that was obviously etched on your face. Ruben kissed both of your cheeks and then your lips again before placing his forehead to yours. His nose bumped into yours in a reoccurring gesture that appeared throughout your relationship. The one that signified that everything was going to be okay.

You couldn’t help but smile. He was going to find out just how true that was. Everything was going to be more than okay because there was another reason you had all but ran across the ocean to be with him. That trip to the pharmacy pre flight had a more unique item on it along with fluids and paracetamol.

“Out of all the times I could use a drink, I just had to be here.” Ruben chuckled. 

“I wish I could have one too, but I can’t for other reasons…papai.” Your grin grew wider.

You watched him experience what seemed like a million different expressions within five seconds. Confusion, contemplation, shock, realization. You could pinpoint the exact moment he’d recalled a conversation you had a few months ago.

Ruben had jokingly asked if you’d ever call him papai to which you gave him a twisted face in response. You told him that you’d never refer to him as that, well not until he actually was going to be one. 

“You’re?” He whispered.

You looked down at your stomach and smoothed the jersey so it laid flat. Or rather as flat as it could be, the smallest bump poking through. You hadn’t even paid any mind to your slight change in appearance, chalking it up to the stress you were under. Missing cycles wasn’t unusual either, another reason you didn’t immediately run for a test. 

Ruben laughed happily, using those strong arms of his to easily and carefully pluck you from your feet and over the barrier. His hands stretched across your lower stomach as his brown eyes drank you in.

“A few minutes ago, I felt like I lost everything.” He breathed. “Right now…I feel like I’m holding the world.” 

“Because you are.” You stroked his cheekbone with your thumb softly. “Nosso mundo.”  

[zabdi-x]

Voodoo ⤷ Rúben Dias

genre: fluff

words: 1.3k

summary: you catch a glimpse of a side to Rúben you do not see often enough when on holiday with him and his friends.

note: this video lives in my head rent free, even til this day so I decided to write a little something :)

The sky shifted from a deep golden hue to a velvety black canvas as you sat on the main deck with Rúben and his friends. Ropes and chains helped to secure the yacht at the marina whilst conversations and uncontrollable laughter filled the air. It was nice to have a well-deserved break from the successful but strenuous football season, so this catch-up was definitely needed. You and Rúben spent the first half of the holiday with his family, and the second half with his friends.    

Nervous does not even come close to describing how you felt about meeting Rúben’s family and friends for the first time. You were unsure about whether they would like you or if you would even get along, but those doubts were quickly cast aside the second you met them. Every one of them had made you feel so welcome and loved, you realised it was futile to have been so worried.    

Rúben was now standing beside the table shirtless whilst talking to his friends in the warm air of the night, a gentle breeze passing through. Conversations alternated between both Portuguese and English, some involving you and others not. You were not given the usual amount of attention from Rúben, but you didn’t mind that at all. It had been a while since he saw his friends, so naturally he would have lots to talk about. You simply sat there, watching him in pure admiration as he sent you the odd wink when he caught you staring, a small smile of enchantment forming on the corners of your mouth.   

As the night went on, the temperature cooled, taking a slightly chilly turn as the air teased your skin. You knew that Rúben would inevitably begin to feel the cold, so you decided to grab his grey hoodie and give it to him before he falls ill.    

Rúben stopped mid-conversation, turning his head in your direction when he saw you walking towards him. His face lit up at the sight of you before his gaze landed on the hoodie you were holding, a smile creeping onto his face at your small but thoughtful gesture.    

"You read my mind, thank you baby," Rúben took the hoodie from you, tilting his head to the side as he pecked your right cheek. You would think that after being together for so long, you would not redden at the smallest of things, but your cheeks still blushed every time without fail.  

"Oh, get a room!" All the boys shouted in unison like innocent little children.  

"What? It was just a peck; you guys are exaggerating!" You laughed, shaking your head as you turned away from Rúben to walk back to your seat.  

Rúben, on the other hand, had a better idea and was not going to let you go that easily, especially after the boys’ little protest. He dropped the hoodie on his chair before catching your arm to pull you towards his bare torso, your hands landing on his cold but muscular shoulders and his arms wrapped around your waist. You glanced into his mischief-filled eyes as he smirked playfully with his tongue pressed against his cheek. In that moment, you knew exactly what he was planning, and you were more than happy to comply.     

After a quick look in the direction of his friends, Rúben winked at them, followed by him closing the gap between his lips and yours. He did not hold back with this little display of affection, his tongue instantaneously sending shivers of desire coursing through you. With each kiss, you fall deeper and deeper in love with him, making it impossible for you to ever become bored of feeling his warm lips against yours. Your tongues danced as the boys hid their faces, not wanting to look as their complaints and whines filtered out as background noise.    

If you carried on like this, you and Rúben would actually need to get a room, so you pulled away.     

“Is it safe to look now?” one of his friends asked, peeking through his hands which were concealing his face.    

“Are we done?” you mumbled, trying to catch your breath as Rúben’s lips hovered over yours.   

“We’re done,” he smiled triumphantly at you, equally as breathless, before looking over at his friends, “you need to be careful what you wish for,” Rúben teased as his friends held their hands up in defeat, one of them muttering on about how he is going to be scarred for the rest of his life, making you giggle.    

Rúben picked up his hoodie from the chair, sliding into it but leaving the zip open. You sat back down on the couch next to Rúben’s friend, who gave you a disapproving look as he playfully nudged you with his shoulder.   

Music started playing from one of the phones, volume on full blast. It was a song you had heard Rúben play before, but not one you understood since it was in Portuguese. You grabbed the closest throw pillow and hugged it as you unlocked your phone to scroll through Instagram.  

The sound of Rúben singing along to caught your attention so your eyes flickered to him. What you did not expect was to see was Rúben also dancing along to the song with his friend. It was such a pure moment, a silly side to Rúben you did not see often enough. So, you closed Instagram and opened the camera app instead, tapping the video option to capture this memory. Throughout the recording, a radiant smile was embedded on your face as you watched Rúben so carefree and relaxed.

Eventually, the music quietened as the boys decided to call it a night, each heading to their own rooms to get some sleep as the fresh scent of ocean water continued to linger in the air. You rubbed your eyes as Rúben lay down beside you on the couch, an elated expression on his face.   

"You okay?" You shuffled closer to him, resting your head on his chest as you felt the warmth of his body heat against your face.   

"Mmhm," you hummed with content as Rúben tenderly ran his hand through your hair.   

“Sorry if I got a bit carried away with the boys and didn’t pay you much attention,” Rúben apologised unnecessarily. You lifted your head up to look at him, brows drawn together in confusion.   

“You've got nothing to apologise for,” you reassured, “after all, the holiday is for you to catchup with your friends.”   

“You’re not mad?” Now Rúben was the confused one, a soft sigh of relief escaping his lips. 

“Of course not! I had a really good time honestly,” you started, “but if you feel that bad, you can make it up to me... tonight,” you whispered suggestively, your hand travelling lower down his body, as you felt his muscles tense beneath your fingertips.   

“Nah, I don’t feel that bad,” Rúben teased affectionately as he scrunched up his face.   

“Ruben!” You playfully hit his chest, turning you head away as you refused to look at him.   

“I'm joking, I'm joking!” He threw his head back in laughter. It was so contagious you bit your bottom lip to try and stop yourself form bursting out laughing.

“I love you really,” he admitted as he lifted his hand under your chin, tenderly turning it to face him as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.   

“I love you too,” you smiled brightly, eyes fluttering shut as you snuggled into Rúben.   

The two of you lay there for a minute, watching the starry sky and enjoying each other's company. As you got up to walk to your shared bedroom, Rúben insisted he carry you bridal style, not talking no for an answer, as he put one of his arms around your back and the other under your legs, lifting you up so effortlessly. You wrapped your arms around his neck before nuzzling your face into the crook and planting a soft kiss there. 

[zabdi-x]

Charles Leclerc x revenge era!Reader - Social Media AU

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[zabdi-x]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Snow Day

Description: After a one night stand with Luke, you find yourself snowed in at his house.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: very mild smut

A/N: Another repost!!

When you first wake up, the first thing you notice is the heavy arm that is draped across your stomach.  You turn your head lightly, wincing at the light stinging your eyes, to find a man sleeping on his stomach beside you.  His mouth is slightly parted and you can hear each, deep breath as it leaves his lips.  His bare, muscled back is only partly covered by the blanket you had likely been hogging.  

It would be endearing if you weren’t so hungover- or if you had known his last name. 

You sit up, careful to gently remove the man’s arm from around your torso, so as not to wake him, and glance around the bedroom you were in.  It was neat- way neater than your own.  The bedding beneath you was a deep burgundy color, you run the palms of your hands along the soft fabric, collecting it your fist.  The feel of it brought memories back from the night before- 

You remember the noise of the music.  It was loud pop, with a bass beat that shook your entire body.  And you remember the chill that ran up your spine when you heard the deep drawl of a man’s voice as he greeted you with a polite hello.  He had introduced himself as Luke- and you had been fixated on the way the tip of his tongue pressed up against his two front teeth as he spoke.  You remembered being worried he’d notice the way you stared at him- almost as if you couldn’t look away.  

There was a subtle, but ever so present twinkle of light that sparkled in his warm brown eyes when he smirked at you.  He had a crooked smile that had you hooked before you could even realize what was happening.  

You were barely even buzzed by then, and you were already completely enthralled by Luke.  How could you not be?

It didn’t take long for things to fall into place- the two of you completely lost in your own little world.  You’d found a booth in the back of the building.  The smile on your lips stayed, as long as Luke was talking.  Luke’s brown eyes never left yours, not once.  Knees knocked underneath the table, the extra contact sending electric shocks through your body.  You try not to shudder when you feel a soft, but firm hand rest lightly on your thigh.  You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his perfectly plush lips- and the way they moved as he spoke.  

Luke buys you more rounds, the two of you growing closer the drunker you got- until you found yourself completely crowding Luke’s space.  His hand had found the side of your waist, his fingers had dug into the soft flesh poking out of your jeans.  

“Wanna come back to my place?” he had asked.  

You didn’t even let the question fully sink into your brain before you had nodded yes.  You loved the smile that your response brought to Luke’s lips.  Your heart was in overdrive, beating rapidly out of your chest, when Luke laced your fingers together.  

Your cheeks had been practically burning by the time you got outside, the cool, night air offered a nice relief.  You had been nervous-  you didn’t do things like this.  One night stands were completely out of character for you.  You knew how reckless you were being- but between  the alcohol limiting your intuition and the way Luke squeezed your hand reassuringly, you couldn’t help but feel safe.  

You remember your fingers being loosely entangled in Luke’s curls the minute you got back to his house.  Your heart felt like it was being set ablaze when Luke looked into your eyes closely, his mouth capturing yours in soft, sweet kisses.  You remembered your bodies moving, collapsing back onto his bed- clothes being torn off and thrown throughout the room.  You remember tangled limbs and soft moans echoing throughout the room, the soft sheets clutched tightly in your hand as you joined as one …  

You rub your eyes harshly, pulling yourself away from the memories, before scooting to the edge of the bed.  

When your feet hit the hardwood floor beneath you, you shiver.  Upon standing up, you realize that you’re naked, aside from your panties.  Lovely, you thought.  You rub your eyes in an attempt for them to adjust to the light, and silently tiptoe around the room, hastily gathering up the remnants of your clothes strewn across the floor.  

You peer over at Luke’s sleeping frame again- you touch your lip lightly, hoping the taste of him might still be lingering.  You shake the thought away and force yourself to tear your eyes away from Luke.  

You fumble down the hall, appreciative of the fact that the small apartment prevented you from getting lost, since you had a very vague recollection of arriving here in the first place.  When you get to the living room, you start hastily pulling on your clothes from the night before.  

“Shit,” you mutter as you pull your sweater down over your chest, noticing the giant stain covering the entire front of it.  You only vaguely remember spilling the entire contents of your vodka lemonade over yourself.

You shake your head, cursing yourself for being such a clumsy drunk.  You make a mental note to bring a jacket the next time that you went out.  However, judging by the searing pain in your head and the horrible hangover that lingered- you doubted that would be anytime soon.  

As you made your way towards the front door, you pull your phone out of your purse, quickly opening the map app on your phone.  You wondered just how far you had ended up from your apartment.  The GPS says it’s a thirty seven minute walk home.  You groan.  It was doable- but certainly undesirable, given your current state. 

You cringe at the thought of how many strangers would see you amidst your walk of shame from here to home, but realize you had to suck it up.  With a groan, you unlatch the lock and open the front door. 

You’re immediately taken aback by the wall of cold air that hits you.  You turn your head to the side in an attempt to escape the gust of wind that sweeps forward, causing something freezing and wet to sprinkle along the side of your face.  When the wind stops, you’re able to look outside at the heaping pile of snow blocking you in.  

Your eyes widen and your face drops at the sight of it.  There must be two feet of snow piled up in the driveway- preventing you from leaving.  

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter under your breath, looking down at your outfit- of which was not equipped for trudging through the snow.  You’d die of hypothermia before even making it out of the driveway.  The sight of it sends a feeling of dread through your entire body. 

Just then, a voice behind you startles you. 

“Sneaking out, huh?”

You turn around sharply to find Luke standing in the doorframe of the hallway.  He had thrown on baggy sweatpants and a worn, gray sweatshirt.  His sleepy eyes still sparkle as he gives you a smirk.  

You stand, speechless, realizing how bad this looks.  After a moment, you sigh. “That was the plan- yeah,” you admit.  You take one last look at the blizzard outside before shutting the front door in defeat.  “But I think Mother Nature had other plans.”

He chuckles lightly before walking into the adjoined kitchen.  You take a step inside the house, feeling awkward and out of place.  You watch as the man retrieves two mugs from a tall cabinet and places them on the countertop.    

“Coffee?” he asks, nonchalantly, holding the cup up as an offering.  

You sigh a breath of relief at the thought of coffee- your one true love during a hangover.  “Yes. Please.” 

Luke rummages around the kitchen for a few minutes, putting the coffee on before peering into the fridge.  He pulls some items out, placing them gently on the counter behind him.  His back is turned towards you and you can’t help but watch him as he moves.  It’s a nice view, you think.  

 “Do you like eggs?” Luke’s words interrupt your staring. “I have some sausage links, too.”

“You’re making breakfast?” You ask, your tone sounding sharper than intended through your disbelief.  You were fairly inexperienced in the realm of one night stands, but you were pretty confident breakfast wasn’t usually involved. 

Luke nods, “Unless you’re not hungry,” he retreats, backtracking quickly.  “I don’t always eat breakfast either, most days I’m not hungry. I just thought-” 

You can sense the panic in his voice, almost as if he’s as nervous as you.  You quickly speak up to reassure him.  “No- I love breakfast. I just wasn’t expecting any, is all.”

Luke sighs a breath of relief.  “Scrambled okay?” he asks, motioning towards the eggs. 

You nod and set your purse down on the floor near the door before making your way closer to Luke in the kitchen.  “Scrambled is perfect,” you tell him.  You pull out the seat positioned at the island in the middle of his kitchen and sit down. 

Luke continues to work with his back to you, his arms moving a bit as he scrambles the eggs that are cooking in the pan.  

After a few minutes of silence, you clear your throat awkwardly.  

“I’ll text my friend to come get me,” you tell him.  “She lives not far from here-”

Luke turns, his face contorting in confusion. “What? In this?” he points the spatula towards the window- motioning towards the blizzard raging outside.   Luke shakes his head.  “No way.  She shouldn’t drive in this.”

Luke holds the pan in his hand over a plate and dumps the contents on top.  A steaming pile of eggs join a piece of toasted bread and sausage before Luke pushes the plate across the island in front of you. 

“Just stay here.”

“I don’t want to intrude-” you admit, cringing at the thought of over-extending your stay.  

But Luke’s shaking his head before you can even finish your sentence. 

“You’re not,” he assures you.  “Besides,” he remarks as he makes his own plate.  “You’re not dressed to go out in this.” He nods his head towards your stained sweater, a grin on his face. 

You look down embarrassed at your appearance.  

“Yeah, I guess I got a little carried away last night…” 

Luke chuckles before gripping the hem of his sweatshirt.  He pulls the material over his head, shedding the layer in one, swift motion.  

You can’t help but gawk at the sight of Luke, shirtless in front of you.  His dark chest gleaming under the kitchen light, every detail of his sculpted stomach illuminated before you.  His sweatpants hang low on his hips, a defined ‘V’ traveling towards his lower abdomen.  Clearly Luke’s fit form was something you had missed in your drunken haze last night.

Luke chuckles as he catches you staring, your fork stopped in midair with a heaping pile of eggs falling off of it and back into your plate.  

“You know it’s not polite to stare…” Luke teases.  

Your face reddens immediately and you feel your entire body grow hot with embarrassment.  You try to retaliate- to think of something clever to shoot back at him.  But all you can do is mutter a quiet, “Shut up,” before you go back to eating your eggs. 

Luke travels to your side of the island and hands you his sweatshirt.  “Here,” he says, smiling still.  “So you don’t have to spend the day covered in alcohol.”

You take the sweatshirt from his grasp, “And here I was thinking you were just stripping for the fun of it,” you say cheekily.  

Luke flashes his teeth in a wide grin and laughs.  “In your dreams.” 

“Thank you,” you tell him.  Your hands travel down to the base of your shirt.  You’re about to peel off your sweater when you catch Luke’s eyes hovering on you.  You immediately release your shirt from your grasp. “Turn around,” you instruct him.  

Luke’s jaw drops.  “You’re kidding, right?” he asks.  “I’ve seen you naked, remember?” He says, the pitch of his voice rises slightly. 

You continue to stare at him, shaking your head slightly, indicating that you most certainly were not kidding and that you didn’t care.

He chuckles, shaking his head.  “You are something else,” he mutters, but he turns around anyway, turning to face the cabinets like he was placed in a time out.  

You quickly shed your sweater, discarding it to the floor, before pulling Luke’s sweatshirt over your head.  

It fits largely on you, engulfing you in its soft, worn fabric.  Luke’s sweet scent suddenly washes over you, ensnaring your senses.  You inhale the sweet and comforting smell for a moment, trying to trap it in your memory forever. 

“You can look,” you instruct him when you’re covered.  

Luke turns around, still shaking his head in disbelief.  

The two of you finish breakfast, your conversation never faltering.  Luke’s kind of beautiful, you find yourself realizing.  Not that you hadn’t noticed how attractive Luke was before- of course you had.  But Luke smiles this giant smile as he talks to you about the last time he remembers it snowing this much in D.C.- and it’s all big and wide and brighter now that he’s not under all those neon lights at the bar.  

You suppose you could blame your fluttering stomach on the vodka still coursing through your system.  Your skin felt electrified.   But you know that the alcohol has nothing to do with it.  You know it could only be Luke that was making you feel this way- in a way that you hadn’t felt in a long time.  And you’ve only known the man for the lesser part of twelve hours now, but you can’t deny the feelings you already felt for him.  

It felt easy with Luke, you quickly realized.  You didn’t have to think or pretend, you didn’t have to worry.  That’s what you supposed you liked the most so far.  There was no room for being self conscious, or worrying if Luke feels the same about you.  All you can focus on is the way his lips move when he smiles and how his eyes crinkle when he breaks into a fit of laughter.  

You find yourself curled up in the living room shortly after breakfast, back pressed against the arm of the couch.  You’re facing Luke, who’s found a new shirt, since giving his other one away to you.  You tuck your feet underneath the flesh of his thigh, causing him to hiss. 

“Your feet are freezing,” he gasps, but he doesn’t pull away.  

You laugh in response, digging them further underneath his legs.  

“I can feel them through my pants,” he says, laughing with you.  

You talk about any and everything underneath the sun that day- and you quickly start to feel like you’ve known Luke all your life, not just a day.  

You get to know one another further through sips of coffee.  Your cup grows cold and you realize you’ve done more talking than drinking.  You don’t remember a time where you’ve laughed as much as today- you haven’t smiled this much or felt this good in so long.   

It felt too good to be true, but you don’t allow yourself to question anything.   

Luke finds a movie on the television that evening when the sky outside is dark.  The snow had finally subsided and the sound of plows clearing the streets could be heard every so often.  Luke grabs a blanket and drapes it over the two of you as he sits noticeably closer to you on the couch.  Luke says it’s one of his favorites, but the truth is, you can’t pay attention to a single thing that happens once he grabs a hold of your hand.  

His fingers lace with yours, the warmth from his palm radiating to your skin.  You lose even more focus when you finally gather up enough courage to lean into his side, resting your head against his shoulder.

You hold Luke’s hand with both of yours in your lap and study it with intent.  You let your fingers trail across his skin, before coming across a large, white scar stretching from the base of his thumb all the way to his palm.  

You ask about it, tracing along the mark.  

“It was a knife- a guy cut me with a knife,” he says.  Luke stretches out his hand as he recalls the story.  “Eight stitches.”

“On the job?” You had asked.  Luke had told you about his work as an FBI agent.  It had piqued your interest, but now, staring down at the scar- you acknowledged how dangerous it probably was. 

Luke nods. 

You’re not sure when you drift off, but as soon as Luke had wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you tighter into his side, you knew you didn’t stand a chance.  You didn’t fight your heavy eyes and instead closed them, succumbing to a deep sleep.  

When you stir awake, the credits for the movie on the screen are playing.  Luke’s shifts slightly, trying not to disturb you.  But you sit up, groggily rubbing your eyes.

Luke offers to let you sleep in his bed, while he takes the couch, but you shake your head.  You didn’t want to intrude.  You’re just a guest, and you’d feel weird sleeping in Luke’s bed while he wasn’t in it.      

“Are you sure?” he asks, trying to gauge your face for your true feelings.  

You nod, letting out a sleepy yawn. 

Fifteen minutes pass before you and Luke lay down next to one another in Luke’s bed.  You waste no time before curling into his side again, wrapping your arms around his bicep and using his chest as your own personal pillow.   

It makes you smile a bit at how natural being around Luke felt.    

You fall asleep against him with ease, a faint smile lingering on your lips. 

You leave Luke’s house the next morning, a sinking feeling settling in your bones and weighing heavy on your heart.  You try not to show Luke how disappointed you are to leave.  

It almost feels like an end, and you start to worry that you’ll never see him again.  Isn’t that how hookups usually went?

Luke’s eyes have endless depths of brown in them.  They’re warmer than you remember as you stand in front of him.  You’ve got your shoes on and your purse clutched in your hand, ready to go.  You’re wearing Luke’s sweatshirt- the one he insists on letting you keep because it ‘looks better on you than it ever will on him’.  

“I had a really nice time,” Luke tells you.  He leans into you, so that you’re almost touching.

“Mhm,” you hum in affirmation.  You lose all train of thought when Luke was this close to you.  You’re surprised you’re still breathing, honestly.   

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” Luke mumbles lowly, bending down so that he’s only inches from you.

You nod harshly, like the lovestruck idiot you were, before Luke surges forward, pressing his lips against yours.  

He hums at the back of his throat, like a breath of relief once your lips meet.  His lips are soft and gentle as they move against your own, his fingers finding a place at your hips.  It feels so natural, so effortless.  It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.  

You let your hands rest against Luke’s strong, hardened chest, before letting them wander up and across his shoulders, locking your fingers in place at the base of his neck.  Luke breathes in sharper as you let your fingers fumble through his tight curls.  He pulls you closer, holds you tighter. 

You kiss for, God-only-knows how long, until Luke finally pulls away and rests his forehead against your own.  

“I’ll take you out on a real date next time, okay?” he promises, touching his finger lightly to your lips.  

You nod, finding yourself already counting down the days until when that will be.  

And then Luke’s opening the front door for you, and you’re walking yourself outside, just like you’ve been dreading all morning. 

You take one last glance at Luke’s soft smile, taking notice of the uncontrollable flutter in your stomach and let out a content sigh.  

For the rest of the day, you think of nothing but caramel eyes, tight curls, and soft lips- and you really can’t think of anything else better.  You keep yourself wrapped up tightly in his sweatshirt, every so often, letting yourself inhale the scent of it- the scent of him.  There was no one else like Luke in your mind, now that you’d had a taste of him.  There was no turning back now. 

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Sacrifices

Request: “How would Luke react to his gf taking a bullet meant for him. Not fatal but he’s obviously super worried and a little angry that she pushed him out of the way.”

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Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: gunshot wound, blood tw. 

A/N: this was such a good, angsty request so thank youuu!!! 

In your eyes, there really was no other way around the situation.  

Emily had instructed you and Luke to canvass the area.  You began by walking the crime scene, trying to trace the steps of your killer.  You walked through the park of the shooting that had been committed just hours earlier.  It was broad daylight, no obvious signs of suspicion.  You had no idea the Unsub would be still in the area.  

You’re walking around a gravel path that wraps around the perimeter of the grass when a man appears from behind a giant oak tree.  He had broad shoulders and a receding hairline and is holding a gun tightly between his two hands.  He looks at you first, and then Luke. 

In sync, you and Luke both put up your hands helplessly.  

“Woah,” Luke’s deep voice is smooth and steady.  “We just wanna talk-”

“Shut up!” he bellows, his voice laced with venom. 

The commotion draws the attention of the rest of the team, along with local P.D., who were about 100 yards away at the road.  

“What’s your endgame here?” Luke asks calmly.  “Take a look around, there’s cops all over.  You really think you’re getting out of here?  Just put the gun down, so we can help you.”

You feel your heart in your throat.  The Unsub was devolving rapidly before your very eyes, and in that moment you knew there was no reasoning with him, no bargaining your way out of this one.  

For a moment, time stops.  You had nowhere to run to, no time to draw your own weapons. One moment, you’re seeing the barrel slowly shift so that it’s pointed right at Luke, and before you know it, flashes of your life without him start invading your mind.  You think of a world without the sweet sound of his voice, or his bright, iridescent, brown eyes.  You imagine never feeling the warmth that his embrace brings, or the spark of electricity that shoots through your body when his fingertips graze against your bare skin.  Quickly, you come to the conclusion that a world without Luke, is not a world you want to live in.  So, you do what any partner would do.  At the sound of gunfire, you throw your body in front of Luke, and the bullet that had been meant for him, hits your body instead.

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pls write something very angsty with buck from 911 where reader is an empath and could sense he was saying things behind her back so she starts pulling back from him as a coping mechanism then it's fluff at the end bc the 118 gets him in a room to talk and comfort her xx

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the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

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Summary: You realise Buck has been talking about you behind your back so as a responds you distance yourself from the firefighter.

Evan buckley x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: Mentions of friends with benefits and shitty past, swearing and angst

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You had gathered some gear from the truck, neatly putting them back on their assigned places as the team moved upstairs to prepare dinner. Normally buck would stop by after calls, to check up with you. Since you were a medic and he a firefighter it was sometimes hard to catch up with each other durning calls. So he made it his routine to see you after.

But the last few days was different, instead of comfort you got the cold shoulder. Only a glance durning interventions followed with nothing. Not even a word.

You and Buck never made anything official. You didn't call what you two had a relationship. It was more flirting and occasionally hooking up. But still you would lie if you told him you didn't care about him. Hell you had had crush on him since the first day you started. But admitting that to him? Never.

"Are you coming Y/n? It's pasta." Hen smiled, knowing the sound of pasta would make you weak. "Pasta?" You repeated, perking your head up from behind the truck. Hen laughed at your reaction before heading back upstairs.

You finished your restock, responded quickly to Marjans text about a new relationship in the 126 that finally was confirmed and headed upstairs.

You smiled at your phone as you could physically feel her excitement through it. You were grateful for the close contact you still had with your friends in Texas, you shared everything with each other, especially if there were new couples.

With your phone still in hand you entered the kitchen. The silence was loud when you walked in. It felt like you walked into something that you weren't supposed to see. The air was uncomfortable, nerve racking to be precise. Everyone looked at you, waiting for your reaction as Buck studied your face.

It was clear.

You weren't supposed to hear what just had been discussed.

"Everything alright?" You asked hesitant, standing dead in your tracks.

Hen and Chimney shared a look before returning back to their dinner. "Everything's fine." Bobby smiled, giving Eddie some pasta before sitting down.

Now it was just you and Buck.

He looked at you. The same look he would give you durning calls. The silent look that asked if you were okay. The look filled with care. You may haven't talked to him lately but his lingering glance never went unnoticed.

You gulped, feeling too uncomfortable to take place at the table. You just walked in on them discussing you and they expect you to join them and pretend nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry Bobby, I forgot." You lied, taking a step back. "I need fo fix up my uniform, the sleeve ripped durning our last call.

"Oh don't worry about it Y/n. We can take a look at it after dinner."

"No, It's fine. I'll do it now. The bell can go off any second and imagine having to show up with a ripped sleeve." You joked uncomfortable, not waiting for a response before running off.

You hid in the locker room. A million thoughts racing through your head, trying to understand what just happened or what you did wrong.

A slight knock interrupted your thoughts. Hen peeked over Eddie's shoulder before pushing Buck in the room. "I'm sorry Y/n, but Buck has some explaining to do. " She apologised before closing the door. You were still sitting with your back to do door but you couldn't deny Buck's gaze burning in your back.

It was yet again, just you and him.

He sighed defeated, sitting on the other side of the bench. Back to back you sat in silence. His back slightly brushed against yours. You hated feeling this distanted to him. You hated feeling like a stranger.

"I'm sorry Y/n." He whispered. His voice broke with emotion. You played with your hands, trying to distract yourself. He did you dirty you reminded yourself. He physically ghosted you. How could you do that to someone you care about?

"I was asking the team for advice earlier." He admitted. "I'm sorry if that's why there was such a weird vibe in the kitchen. I never meant to make you uncomfortable."

You rolled your eyes, leaving out a sarcastic chuckle. "You never meant to make me uncomfortable?" You mocked. "You basically cut me out of your life and I had to pretend it was all good." You turned around to face him but he was already looking at you. His eyes were filled with sadness, tears on the brink of falling down.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/n. I truly am. Its just-... I never." He paused, trying to recollect his thoughts.

"I never felt this before."

"Felt what?"

"This." He pointed at you and then back to him. "The feelings I have for you are so much stronger then anything I have ever felt before, Y/n. And I-I dont think I can do it." He cried, biting his lip to try and stop the tears. But his attempt hadn't much succes.

"Buck, I don't understand."

He paused, whipping the wet stains of his cheeks. "It's me. I can't be loved Y/n. It's impossible."

You grabbed his face, tilting it up so his gaze met yours. Words almost failed you, you were thrown off guard by his confession. You thought he was mad and didn't want anything to do with you, never in a million years you thought it was because he loves you.

He leaned in your touch almost melting away in it. "Evan. You need to talk to someone."

"I know." He whispered, avoiding your gaze. It wasn't typical Buck to talk so openly about his feelings but you were so damm proud that he was trying.

"I mean it Buck. Your past is eating you away." Your thumb caressed his cheeck as your other hand brushed away some hair that had fallen in his face. "I love you, Evan. I mean it. And I'm not leaving you behind."

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We know Brad playing guitar is hot ... but Brad playing drums is 🥵🥵🥵

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after the show | b.s

summary: brad finishes a great show in London, and after he loses the adrenaline and excitement, he just wants to be close to his favourite person.

word count: 918

A/n: thank you to the anon that requested this!!! i love fluffy brad! you guys are the best, all the requests in my inbox are so cute so feel free to keep them coming!

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The roar of the crowd continued as the boys ran off stage, the four of them cheering as well. Their show at the O2 in London was insane, and the adrenaline was coursing through their veins.

“That was sick!” Tristan screamed, all of them agreeing in the form of cheers and hugs.

“Absolutely insane,” Brad agreed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He loved the feeling he got right after he walked off the stage at a show. The energy of the crowd would continue to feed off him for a while, and he would just continue to think about how much fun he had with the boys on stage performing for their wonderful fans.

They ran down the hall backstage to get to the dressing room, chugging water and getting undressed from their stage clothes, ready to be in something more comfortable. Brad couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, but as he looked around the room he wished you were there. You wanted to come to the London show so badly, but you needed to pick up a late shift at work so promised Brad you would have a nice night in together once he got home.

“Alright boys,” Brad said, wrapping his arms around all of them. “I’m gonna head out, the lady is waiting.”

“Have a good night,” Connor said while patting him on the back. “See you tomorrow, don’t be too knackered.”

“No promises,” Brad winked, grabbing his jacket that he had flung over the back of the chair as he headed out.

The adrenaline was still pretty high as he made his way back to your place together, his ears ringing as he sat in silence. It was always a weird feeling, going from the loud music and cheering to a silent car, or a silent room. It was a stark contrast and Brad sometimes found it hard to adjust. He replayed the night in his mind, still smiling to himself.

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You sat on the couch, a blanket thrown over your lap and a cup of tea in your hand as you watched a Christmas movie. You felt cozy and warm and were happy to be done work. You looked at your phone to check the time, expecting Brad to be home soon. You were excited to see him and were disappointed that you had to miss the show tonight. You adored watching Brad on stage. The way he exuded such confidence, such joy and positive energy, it radiated off him.

You heard the door open and smiled, looking over your shoulder to see him walk through the door.

“Hey baby,” you grinned. “How was it?”

You beckoned him over to you, and he flopped onto the couch next to you, immediately taking your hand into his. His rings felt cold for a moment, but your hands quickly warmed up together.

“It was amazing,” he smiled. “I wish you were there.”

“Me too,” you pouted. “But I’ll be at the next one, I promise.”

“Can’t wait,” he grinned.

“Want some tea?” you asked, moving the blanket so you could get up and make him one.

“Yes please, babe,” he said, his soft brown eyes melting your heart. “And one of those ginger biscuits you buy that I love so much?”

“Of course,” you laughed, placing the blanket over him and walking to the kitchen to boil the kettle and get the biscuits.

You were able to see the couch from the kitchen, and watched as Brad pulled his knees up and rested his head down on the arm of the couch. He always got sleepy after a show once his adrenaline depleted. He would crash and just want to cuddle on the couch.

You poured the tea and grabbed the cookies, making your way back to where Brad was. You set the mug on the table beside yours and placed the cookies down as well.

“Tired?” you asked, sitting back down beside him.

“Come here,” he mumbled, opening up the blanket inviting you in.

You lay down, cuddling into him as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against yours.

“You have the post show cuddles?” you joked, tracing your fingers up and down his arm.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, squeezing you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved holding his hands, they made you feel safe.

“Can I stay here forever?” he asked.

“I wish,” you giggled. “Want your tea?”

“Just want to hold you,” he smiled sleepily, brushing his fingers across your cheek.

You loved when he got like this. For some reason, when he had an adrenaline crash he wanted nothing more than to be close to you, touching you everywhere and holding you close. It made you feel warm. Safe. Happy.

“Are you gonna do this even when I go to the show tomorrow?” you teased.

“Of course,” he replied. “I’m gonna do this all the time.”

He sat up reluctantly, sipping his tea and eating his biscuit, smiling blissfully. He turned to your, placing his hands on either side of your face and pressing his lips to your forehead, and then your lips.

“You’re my favourite person in the whole world,” he told you sincerely.

“And you’re mine,” you smiled, kissing him again.

He lay in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his curls, listening to the slowing and deepening of his breathing as he dozed off, drained from an amazing night.

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winter wonderland — charles leclerc

spending winter break in the snow

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I Want You To Stay - Pierre Gasly

Pierre Gasly x reader

Words: 2.9k

Summary: When being sick reveals all sorts of things.

Warnings: Throwing up, feeling shit, being sick

Note: So it took me a while but I am back with a new piece. This is heavily inspired by the food poisoning that I am still trying to recover from.

As always feedback is very welcome and English isn't my first language so be kind.

Enjoy ♥

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It all started with the headache of your life and a very restless night. You had already taken painkillers in the hope that the pain would go away by the morning, but these were to no avail. 

The next morning your headache was not gone but at least under control enough to get you to the airport and on the plane with your team without any problems. 

There were two very exciting weeks ahead of you and the team. First, you went to the USA, more precisely to Austin Texas, and then the following week to Mexico City. 

Once you arrived in Austin, you had one more day to get used to the time difference and the climatic conditions. It was still a lot warmer here than in Europe. 

Despite the headache that still wouldn't let up, and your limbs that hurt all over your body, you let the team persuade you to go out for dinner in a well-known restaurant. There everything started to go downhill.

“Y/N, did you already have the chance to take a look at the menu?” Carolyn, who sat across from you, asked just as she put her menu down. You hadn’t, in fact, looked at the menu because in your head everything was spinning. 

“No, sorry. Pierre, may I get out please?” Pierre who sat next to you moved so that you could get up from the table but he also realized that you were shaking and your skin colour looked more like one of a ghost, not a person. 

You walked as fast as you could towards the Lady's Room and into one of the stalls. Before you could even consider any further actions you were on your knees, over the toilet, throwing up, somehow trying not to get it all over yourself. 

You didn’t hear when someone came in but the next thing you knew was someone holding your hair back and holding some towels from the sinks in the front next to you for when you need them. You slowly leaned back when you thought you were done, took the towels, and let your shoulders sink. How embarrassing.

The person let go of your hair and put both hands onto your arms, then pulled you back right into their chest. 

“Mon Chérie, no need to cry.” You hadn’t even realized that you had started crying somewhere along in the process. But out of all the people you expected to lend a helping hand Pierre would have not been on the list. 

Carefully he put a hand on your cheek and tried to wipe away the tears rolling down. Just as you were able to stop the tears and thought you were ready to get up again and go back to the hotel a second wave overcame you. You had to throw up a second time. You quickly pushed back from Pierres' chest and leaned further over the toilet. 

This time he was quick to grab your hair and rub little circles for comfort on your back at the same time. The tears started to flow again and there was no stopping them this time. 

You had no idea what was wrong with your body. It felt super strange and let alone the thought of food made you want to throw up a couple more times. 

After you were finally or more so hopefully done you asked Pierre to leave you alone so you could gather yourself. All you wanted was to go back to the hotel and just sleep but you couldn’t ruin the evening for the team. 

As you opened the door of the Lady's Room Pierre already stood waiting on the other side. 

“I called us an Uber back to the hotel and have already told the others that you are not feeling well and need to leave.” He had his hands in his pockets, now contemplating if he had maybe overstepped a line by making that decision for you. “The Uber is here in a minute.”

As much as you wanted to protest and tell him to stay with the team to enjoy the evening, you were scared that something could happen on the way back and no one would be there to help. 

“You really don’t have to do all this, Pierre.” But he just shook his head, came a step closer to be able to put his hand back on your back. He rubbed little circles into the fabric of your top. You couldn’t explain why but somehow this made you feel super safe.    

“You don’t feel well and need to get back to your bed. I feel like everything else but helping you would make my mother question the tactics she had when raising me.�� You couldn’t hold back a little smile. 

“Also, no doubt, she would come here and give me a lecture on how to properly treat a Lady that isn‘t feeling well. So yeah, Uber is outside.” Pierre liked that he was able to make you smile even just for a quick second. 

The Frenchman walked behind you, always with a comforting hand on your back. You both said goodbye to your Team and only a couple minutes later you were both in the Uber back to the hotel. 

You were tired and were barely able to keep your eyes open, which Pierre noticed. He sat behind the driver's seat while you sat on the opposite side.

Pierre was having a little conversation with the driver, when all of a sudden he reached over to you, unfastened your seatbelt, and pulled you closer to him. You were now sitting in the middle seat. Pierre reached around you to fasten the seatbelt again a patted his shoulder. 

It took you a couple of seconds before you realized what he meant. Slowly you let your head sink onto his shoulder while he casually continued his conversation with the Uber driver.

It must have been less than seconds before you drifted off into a light sleep until you arrived at the hotel and Pierre softly woke you up with two fingers caressing your cheek. You thought you had felt him giving you a kiss on your forehead as well but that must have been in your dreams.

Pierre tipped the driver before he guided you into the lobby of the beautiful Hilton Hotel. 

“What floor are you on?” You stood at the lifts and you were feeling dizzy again but tried your best to hide it from Pierre. 

“Our room is 1127, so I would be guessing 11?” Pierre nodded and pressed the button as you made your way into the lift. 

You carefully opened your little bag that was hanging around your shoulders since you left the hotel earlier and looked through it for the key card to the room. It was only a little bag so it would have not been so hard to find the key in the first place. 

That’s when you realized. You had earlier given the key card to your roommate for the stay as she had to quickly run back to the room to get her cardigan that she had forgotten. 

“Oh fuck.” You said just as the lift came to a stop and Pierre had already stepped out into the hallway. Tears were brimming in your eyes again as you were so frustrated with yourself and life in general at that moment. All you wanted was to lay down in bad turn off the world and pray that in the morning everything was good again. 

Pierre, without hesitation, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him again. You let your body collide with his and sink into his chest. 

“My roommate has the key card to our room.” you managed to say in between soft sobs but Pierre had already put two and two together. He gently reached around you to press the button for the lift again and as you had just exited it the doors instantly opened. 

You lifted your head from his chest and followed the Frenchman into the lift as he now refused to let go of your hand. Instead of down to the lobby, Pierre pressed the button for one floor above the one you had just been on. 

So little later you both wandered the hallway toward room 1236. Pierre opened the door and pulled you into the room right behind him. The door fell shut behind you. You let your stare swiftly roam through the room before you turned back to Pierre when you realized where you were. 

“No, I don’t want to disturb your private space, and you already have so little time that you get to yourself.” Pierre just shook his head and took off his shoes. 

“Y/N, you don’t feel too well and this is the quickest way for you to lay down in a bed and get the sleep you need. Don’t worry about me. If it was a problem, I wouldn’t offer.” All you really wanted and needed was to finally be able to sleep. And you were already here. Moreover, the bed was by far big enough for two people to sleep in it together and never even see each other. 

So you took your shoes off, while Pierre contently walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a shirt and tracksuit bottoms to seconds later hand them to you. 

“The bathroom is over there.” He pointed in a direction where there was only one door. 

As you turned on the light of the bathroom and saw yourself in the mirror you only then for the first time noticed how shit you actually looked. 

You had big dark circles under your eyes and your skin was as pale as a ghost. How Pierre even dared to be seen with you and go through the effort of taking you home was a mystery to you. 

You tried your best to wash your face and get rid of the little makeup you were wearing before grabbing the second toothbrush that was provided by the hotel. As Pierre had the room all to himself compared to you all the seconds provided were still neatly wrapped and pushed to the corner of the sink. 

A few minutes later you exited the bathroom wearing only the shirt and the bottoms Pierre had given you. Pierre on the other hand was wearing nothing but his boxers while he was hanging up the shirt he had worn earlier in his wardrobe. 

“You can pick a side. As long as I have a bed I sleep everywhere.” You nodded softly and walked over to your favourite side of the bed. As you made yourself comfortable Pierre went to the bathroom himself and left the room only dimly lit by the bedside lamp on his side of the bed. 

It must have been seconds before you fell asleep. You didn’t even hear Pierre coming back into the room. The next thing you remembered was waking up in the middle of the night shivering harder than you ever experienced before. 

You were still wrapped in the thick duvet but you were still freezing underneath. Trying to wrap the duvet tighter around your body didn’t really make a difference so you got up and made your way over to the bathroom. 

Your eyes seemed super glassy and as hard as you tried your body wouldn’t stop shivering. As a matter of fact, it even got worse the longer you spend in the bathroom running your hands under hot water. 

Only when you turned off the running water and wanted to move back to the bed you realized how all of your limbs hurt like hell. Every step hurt and every movement you wished you didn’t get out of bed. 

By the time you reached the bed again you were trying to hide your soft sobs in the duvet that you tried to wrap as tightly as possible around your body but little did you know Pierre was already wide awake having heard you get up in the first place. 

You felt two strong arms snake around your body from behind and pull you closer to him. When your back hit his chest was the first time it doomed on you that the reason for your shivering was probably a fever. His chest wasn’t cold but compared to your body it certainly felt like it. 

“Ma Chérie, you are too hot.” Pierre paused for a few seconds and had to stifle a laugh. “I imagined saying this to you in every way possible before in my head but not in an actual health-concerning way.” Every other moment this compliment from him would have not gone unnoticed but right now you were more focused on the pain that your body was putting you through. 

“It all hurts Pierre. My fingers, my arms, my legs, my head. Just everything.” You whispered through a sob scared that even speaking too loud might have hurt you somehow. Pierre pulled you closer to his chest with one arm and searched for his phone with the other hand. You didn’t know who he was texting but he tried his best to calm you down as much as possible. 

And while you continued to shiver in his arms you certainly calmed down so far that you got tugged out of a half-sleep when Pierre got up to open the door as someone silently knocked. He came back into the room with the team’s doctor who looked at you worried the second he laid eyes on you.

You saw how Pierre didn’t try to be nosy but it was hard to disappear in a hotel room, more importantly in his own hotel room. It didn’t take long for the doctor to be pretty certain about your condition. 

“All that sounds like bad food poisoning to me, which shouldn’t be too bad for too long. With a couple of days of sleep and relaxing you should be back to normal.” He gave you a couple of tips on how to reduce the fever so that you could at least maybe sleep through the rest of the night before being escorted out by Pierre. The Frenchman came back, the features of his face still showing a little bit of worry for you. 

“I am sorry for keeping you up.” You said as he found again his place right behind you, your back pressed against his chest and now his head relaxing on top of yours. 

“No, there is no reason for you to apologize.” He wrapped the duvet tightly around you before nuzzling into you. “It’s only Wednesday, so there are two more days to get enough sleep before the weekend and,” he went quiet for a second and you felt that he was debating whether or not to say what was on his mind.

“And it’s a bit sad that it took you to be sick for me to have the balls to do this.” He turned you over so that you were now facing him and kissed you on the lips. 

It was only a short kiss, so soft and careful you might have missed it had you not seen him come closer and close his eyes as you did the same. 

“You’ve been part of the team for some time now and since you first joined the traveling crew I promised myself that I would find the strength to ask you out, but I was a pussy. Like you can’t imagine the jokes the boys have already started teasing me with.” He put his hands on either side of your face and caressed your cheeks while plastering another couple of kisses on your forehead and nose. 

“It feels so natural. It feels so good to be able to do this. I will make sure that you’re back to your good old self as quickly as possible, but,” you closed your eyes and sunk into the touch of the Frenchman. 

How did you end up here? You weren’t really sure anymore. As much as it sucked to have food poisoning, like in any other situation you would have given everything for it to go away as quickly as possible but the thought of Pierre caring for you until you were back to normal being sick didn’t sound so bad.

“but I want you to stay here with me after that, ma Chérie.”

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can you write something based on lewis recent where reader goes to edit in the marketing room and sees lewis sitting there looking at data and notices her. Reader having a big fat crush on him and decides to take her on a date

Worth The Wait

Prompt: Reader has liked Lewis for a while and after working in the same room together and stealing glances, Lewis takes a leap of faith.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female!Reader

Warnings: none

Category: fluff

Gif: not mine, credits go to the original owner.

Being a woman in a workplace that was dominated by men was always difficult. So many people when you told them that you worked in Formula 1 believed that working with men would be great. You were told, "there's lots of choices for a potential husband," or, "I'm sure you've got plenty eye candy," but no one ever thought about how the environment could, at times, become toxic. You had lost track of the amount of times that people you worked with mistook you for a fan or the amount of times you had been brushed off when you had asked for specific information or having your ideas being stolen by your male counterparts. Despite all of that, you considered yourself lucky. Lucky that you had been employed in the first place, lucky that you were employed by a team that were striving for equality and lucky that the drivers you got to work with were some of the loveliest on the grid.

It had been yet another tough day at the track for you. You were the head photographer at Mercedes and the stupid little interns that had been hired were refusing to listen to you. Not once had they taken your advice, not once had they listened to the instructions you had given them and not once did they listen to anything that you had to say. It was incredibly frustrating.

With a sigh, you carried your camera bag and your laptop bag through to the marketing room. You were supposed to be giving the interns an input on how Mercedes prefer their images to be edited but they had failed to show up at the meeting point and so you had decided that you were giving up on them for today. Your patience was wearing thin and you did not want to be pulled up by your employer for misconduct.

You struggled to open the doors with your arms full but you managed. Only, when you opened the door, you almost dropped your things and stopped breathing momentarily. Sat in a chair with his back to you and headphones on was a shirtless Lewis Hamilton. It was pathetic how much you fancied that man. Ever since you started working for Mercedes but you had thought that he was always out of your league. The man was sought after by millions of women and men across the world.

Pulling yourself together and inhaling deeply, you walked across the room to the desk you usually sat at. You plonked your things down on the desk and opened up your laptop. You glanced over the top of the screen briefly to catch Lewis smiling at you. It was a warm smile, one to make you feel welcome and acknowledge the work that you were doing for him and the team. It made you feel fuzzy inside and your cheeks turned a shade of pink as you smiled back.

From across the room, as you worked away at editing the pictures from today's track sessions, Lewis would glance up every so often. His eyes took in every inch of your face. How your eyebrows scrunched together when something didn't pan out the way you wanted it to, how you continued to brush your hair out of your face as it was beginning to fall out of its ponytail and how you smiled every so often when you found a picture which you liked.

Lewis had been working with you for years and he was ashamed to admit that he didn't know you all that well. He had barely scratched the surface with you but it was still more than what most people did. Truth be told, Lewis had been infatuated with you from the moment that you first met. He had struggled to get you out of his thoughts ever since. You followed the team around, snapping pictures every so often with the camera that always hung from your neck. What he loved most was how you managed to capture the most special of moments, the moments that showcased the true happiness of the team and also how you never posted a picture of him without his permission.

"Y/N, you're supposed to be giving us an input on editing? Come on, stop messing with our education." One of the interns came bursting in to the marketing room, calling on you and almost taunting you. He was daring, not noticing that Lewis was also present.

"I would apologise but I'm not sorry. You didn't show up so you're the ones messing with your education. You don't listen, you don't take advice and you don't follow instructions." You pointed out, barely looking up from your work because your interns were not worth your time right now.

"Oh come on, Y/N. It's your job!" He pointed out and Lewis watched as you inhaled deeply through your nose before you stood up abruptly from your desk.

"Babysitting you two is not my job. My job is to take pictures of the team, edit those pictures and then post them to boost engagement with the fans and sponsors. My job is what you two could only dream of and my job is something that you will only ever dream of having because you refuse to put in the work so excuse me because you've interrupted me doing my job." You slammed your hand against the desk and watched as the two interns scurry out of the room, too afraid to look back.

You placed your head on the desk, taking deep breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

"Tough work, are they?" Lewis' smooth voice startled you. You hadn't realised he had left his station to stand behind you.

You felt his large hands touch your shoulders and it wasn't long before he was using his thumbs to get deep into the tissue, massaging away the tension.

"You have no idea."

Lewis let out a chuckle and removed his hands from your shoulders, moving to sit beside you.

"I can talk to someone, get rid of them-" he started but you interrupted him, holding your hand up.

"Thank you but I don't need you to do my dirty work." You gave him a soft smile and listened to him defending himself. How he didn't mean to offend, how he knew you were perfectly capable, especially after that speech but he was just trying to help take a weight off your shoulders.

"I know, don't worry about it."

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before Lewis decided to speak up.

"Can I take you out?" He was direct, not wanting to waste any more time. It had been years and he had only just now worked up the courage, he wasn't going to waste his opportunity.

"Take me out?" You questioned, almost choking on the words as they fell from your mouth. As pathetic as it sounded, you had dreamed about this moment for years. Quite literally dreamed about it.

"Yeah, I was thinking dinner and a walk by the beach, get to know each other better. We are in Monaco after all."

That one day, that one question had lead you to this moment. This one moment that you had dreamed of for years and it was finally happening. You had been eagerly awaiting its arrival and yet, the anxiety was eating you alive.

"Don't be nervous." Lewis smiled at you as he drove his Mercedes to the location he had picked out for dinner.

As the pair of you waited at the traffic lights, he picked up your hand in his own and squeezed it lightly. You could feel the electricity travelling up your arms, igniting your skin and causing your heart to skip a few beats.

And so you took his advice and pushed the nerves as far down as you possibly could so that you could enjoy every possible moment of your date with Lewis Hamilton.

When the date came to its inevitable conclusion, Lewis walked you to your door.

"Thank you, for this evening." You thanked the man standing in front of you, having loved every second of your evening with the Mercedes F1 driver.

The pair of you had laughed until you cried and had stitches in your sides. You had gotten to know him on a deeper and more personal level and shared some of your deepest and darkest secrets with him. It all felt so easy with him. He was trusting of you and so you felt as though it was a sign of things to come.

"Thank you, for allowing me to take you out." He replied, his face becoming closer to yours. His deep brown eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, as though he was asking for permission.

Without an ounce of hesitation, you leaned up on your tip toes and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was nothing short of explosive and breathtaking. All those years of only being able to admire him from afar had paid off. The kiss was better than anything you could have imagined.

His lips attacked yours, hungry for the taste. His muscular arms roamed your body, feeling every inch that he had been restraining himself from touching for years. He was intoxicating.

"I don't usually kiss on the first date." Lewis admitted as he rested his forehead against yours. You looked into his eyes and realised that he was telling the truth.

"I must be special then." You teased and he chuckled before leaning in to press another soft kiss to your lips.

"More than you'll ever know."

a/n: thanks so much for thr request, anon! I hope you liked it! Requests are still open but might be a little slower atm because I'm very busy with uni assignments so please be patient. Thanks so much for all the support so far, I really appreciate it. Likes, reblogs, comments and follows are always appreciated. Lots of love <3

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Let Your Silence Grow (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: After a one sided confrontation, Calum has to face your silent treatment

Warnings: Angst. Calum is an asshole. Language. Mentions of alcohol. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language I’m sorry)

Word count: 7.7K

Author’s Note: This lil piece comes a bit late for @hoodhoran ‘s birthday and a bit early for Calum’s but what a way to start the Aquarius season! Remember that Reblogs, Feedback, Comments and likes are very important and they help a lot, also yelling at me is allowed ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨🌻

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To be fair, he was tired. He was so tired and the week was not even close to being over. Everything was going wrong; some samples of the new songs got lost; the release date for the new single kept getting pushed back; the tour management had to cancel a few performances for scheduling conflicts that they created; and, as the straw that broke the camel's back, he hasn’t eaten for almost a day trying to figure this whole thing out before it ends up killing them, and he was starving.

“Okay, let’s go over it one more time…” Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the notebook on his table.

“We went over it five fucking times!” Calum groaned, wanting nothing more than to shut down the computer and go to sleep. But these meetings were mandatory, and no one was happy about it.

It was bad enough that they were forced to fix things that were out of their reach, but given that the four members of the band were scattered across the country, they had to do it over Zoom again and there was nothing Calum hated more, using that app only reminded him about the times where that was the only thing keeping him sane by communicating him with his loved ones.

Now, Ashton was somewhere hiding in the mountains, Michael was at a vineyard on vacation and, even though Luke stayed in LA as well as Calum, his throat was starting to hurt, so he opted to stay at home.

“This is ridiculous…” Calum muttered under his breath, not shying his frustration from his bandmates, and of course, not from you.

You were standing in the kitchen with a worried glance across your face, drumming your fingers upon the marbled countertop as you debated on whether or not to enter the office and offer Calum some sort of comfort.

The loud voices and frustrated groans could be heard all over the house, not to mention how talking to Cal lately meant walking over eggshells from how stressed he was. You haven’t seen him smile in so long, you were starting to worry you might forget how it looked.

With a sigh, you tried to keep yourself busy, make all of the chores all over again so you don’t have to focus on the raging, horrible mood that Calum has set over the house. You know it wasn’t his fault, but he was also not doing anything for it to change, and you were getting tired of tiptoeing around his mood all day long just for him to sulk and complain without telling you how he really feels or even acknowledges you’re there. You wish you could help him just a little bit, show him that he’s not alone in this; but the more he pushes you away, the more you think he doesn’t want you there.

It was hard enough as it is to have a conversation with him these past few days, let alone a kiss or a sweet pet name or a soft touch… And yes, that might be your neediness talking but shit, you miss your boyfriend. And, somehow, you wish he missed you as well.

An hour had passed and Calum had not come out of his office yet, the muffled voices of the conversation still rang through the house, and even though you couldn’t understand what they were saying, it was obvious they were having another argument.

“Okay, that’s enough” You muttered under your breath. You couldn’t take it anymore, all this pent-up energy that had no positive outcomes was becoming too much and you couldn’t just sit and watch without trying to at least make it better for him.

You knew he was stressed, you knew he needed a break even though he won’t take one no matter how much you could insist, but that doesn’t mean you will just let his bad humor get to him forever. Maybe all he needed was something that could make him smile, at least for a while; let him know that you were there for him and that he needn’t take this toll on his own anymore.

A simple recipe of macadamia nuts and white chocolate chips cookies will do, after all, you had all the ingredients and you knew they were Calum’s favorites. He hasn’t eaten all day, so this seemed like the best option to get on his good side.

Still, that small pit of anxiety thundered inside your chest as you started baking. You knew you were deflecting as well, always finding baking as some sort of escape from reality when things were starting to go sour, hoping to gain some feeling of control over things that fled from your power, much like Calum’s predicaments.

The walls he put up were not his fault, and all you could do was sit outside hoping and waiting for him to open them up and let you in again. He didn’t notice you waiting like a soldier outside of the Trojan walls, all he could think about was the war inside of his head, thinking of himself like Achilles and forgetting his fatal flaw. And, like Patroclus, you could only take so much as he came back after the battle, wounded and regretful, but pretending nothing had happened even though you had front row seats to his downfall.

They say when two people love each other, two hearts become one and the love they have feels limitless. No one mentioned that the pain could feel the same, especially when one feels powerless before it.

No, not entirely powerless. You have those cookies, and while it’s not a solution and it might not make everything better in an instant, it could help. All you want to do is help.

You start to carefully plate the cookies so you could present them to him, almost as if it were an offer to the King, and even though that thought made you feel silly and even chuckle a bit, you felt proud of how good they looked; made with love and care for him, for the two of you. And to let him know you’ll always be there.

With a wide smile and a heart filled with love, you started making your way toward the office, walking carefully so you wouldn’t mess up the plating or, god forbid, trip and let the cookies fall.

The muffled voices could still be heard from the other side of the door, and in order not to disturb too much, you decided it would be best if you just knocked softly enough only for Calum to hear. After all, if it wasn’t a good time, you know he would let you know.

You balanced yourself on your heels and smiled as you knocked for a second time, fearing that he might’ve not heard the first time, still, not loud enough for everyone to hear, and if he didn’t get it now then you’ll just turn around and wait for the meeting to be over.

But that smile you wore suddenly wiped itself away from your face as you heard a loud “For fuck’s sake!” coming from the room accompanied by the sound of the small wheels attached to the chair sliding across the floor. You were too slow to move.

In a matter of seconds, Calum opened the door, eyes filled with anger fixed on your face as it fell completely bearing witness to a stranger’s face. Because you knew that the person in front of you wasn’t your Calum. No, your Calum would never make you feel scared with just one look.

“What do you want?” He half-whispered, half-shouted. Not a glance spared to the plate you were holding in your hands.

The coldness of his voice made you flinch, not expecting that reaction at all as you tried to compose yourself enough to answer.

“I- I-” You stuttered, and he wasn’t having it.

“Jesus fucking christ!” Calum wiped a hand across his face, letting the anger take over “Fucking stop with your stuttering if you’re not going to say something important! Fuck, that’s all you’re going to say especially after all the fucking noise you were making!”

Were you making noise? Shit, you didn’t even know. But at the same time, you didn’t even have time to think about it as Calum’s voice kept getting louder and louder and even more impatient.

“All you fucking do is get in my way while I’m doing something important. So for once have a little respect and just shut up! Jesus, I shouldn’t even have to tell you this! It’s fucking common sense!”

You felt his eyes on you, hard and sharp like a dagger cutting through you. He stood tall, a frown everlasting on his face and suddenly you felt like a child, so small and defenseless as you looked at your feet while swallowing the knot inside your throat.

“Well?!” He yelled, rolling his eyes “You know what? Forget it! I’m in the middle of something and it’ll be great if you could just shut up for a minute and leave me alone! I’m having enough trouble as it is for you to keep bothering me…” The last sentence sounded as if he were the one who was hurting right now, but you knew damn well that he was choosing to ignore the tears that were started to gather in your eyes “Just- Go somewhere else and let me be for just one fucking day!”

You heard the slam of the door before you felt it, the small breeze it created serving as the cue for your eyes to give up the fight and let the tears roll silently down your cheeks. Your feet were still glued to the floor, knees shaking as you tried to hold on to the plate with cookies that he never even bothered to look at.

A sob threatened to escape your lips, but you bite down on it, afraid to even make the smallest noise that could make him yell at you again. It was the first time he raised his voice, and you would make it your mission to make it the last. You’ll forfeit the fight you were never meant to fight to begin with. If that’s what he wants, that’s what he’ll get. You were not going to be a bother anymore.

*

He didn’t mean to slam the door as hard as he did, but he was still so angry to even care about it at this moment. He knows you know he didn’t mean it, he was just stressed, you would understand. But now there wasn’t time to let those feelings in, not when they were still arguing about writing sessions and release dates. There were more important topics on the table than to open the can of worms he just created between the two of you.

Calum let out a long sigh as he took a deep breath while looking at the ceiling, hoping to calm down enough to go back to the video call and not start yelling at his bandmates again. But once he sat down again and saw the horrified faces of his friends, he realized…

“Shit,” He muttered, “I thought I muted myself”

“And that’s supposed to make it better?!” Michael asked, a shocked expression across his face.

Ashton didn’t even look at him as he bit the inside of his cheek, clearly holding back as he asked “What the fuck was that?”

“Nothing,” Calum grumbled.

“Didn’t sound like nothing”

“Do you always yell at her like that?!”

Calum wasn’t yelling, was he? No, he would never, not at you. He raised his voice, but he wasn’t- he didn’t… He couldn’t have.

“I didn’t mean it…” He excused himself, hating the fact that he sounded like a child that just got scolded. But he’d never seen Ashton so disappointed.

“Does Y/N know that?”

You have to, for sure you will know that he didn’t mean it. He just… wait, what did he say to you? Why couldn’t he remember it? He was so blinded by the anger and stress, so caught up he didn’t realize the words that were coming out of his mouth. But judging by the eyes of his friends, it couldn’t have been something good.

“I- I’ll talk to Y/N later,” He sighed, not even looking at them “Right now we have to figure out when Luke’s finally going to be available for- Luke? We said no phones!-”

“What? You’re going to tell me to shut up and leave as you did to her?” He said, cold as ice as he kept texting. Calum just sank more into his seat “I’m texting Sierra to check on Y/N, something you should be doing, actually”

Calum rolled his eyes “Good thing is not any of your business-”

“You made it our business after yelling at her in front of us” Luke interrupted, looking more serious as ever, the other guys matching that expression “If you’re that fucking stressed then you take it out on us or yourself but we keep our partners out of it”

“Shit, okay!” Calum raised his arms defeatedly as he got up from his seat “I’ll go apologize, jesus”

He closed the door of the office after hearing Michael mutter “I’ll be surprised if she even takes it”

The silence was something that took him by surprise the moment he stepped foot on the hall. He doesn’t know if it’s the guilt that’s making it so unsettling, he just knows he doesn’t like it.

With a sigh, he started to walk around the house, looking for you in every corner and calling your name. Your keys were still on the table and your bag was on the couch next to a very sound sleeping Duke, he knows you’re still in the house but he also knows you’re hiding from him.

The feeling of remorse kept creeping inside of him, swallowing him whole with every step he made where he didn’t find you. It was easy to pretend to have it all under control with his friends, but the longer it took for him to look for you, the longer he was starting to lose it completely.

Finally, he opened the door to your room, calling your name with a hidden urgency. The sound of the shower made him let out a breath of relief. You didn’t leave, you were still here.

“Y/N!” He called, walking over to the bathroom with a newfound hope as he knocked on the door “Babe!”

But you couldn’t hear him, or at least that’s what he thought since you didn’t answer. And, for some sick reason, Calum felt glad. He wasn’t ready to apologize yet, not because he didn’t feel sorry for what he did, but because he didn’t know what to say to make it better. He knows you deserve a good apology, not just a regurgitation of words that resemble a “sorry” The two of you need a bit of space before you could talk again, and he feels like the bathroom is not the best place to do it anyways.

So he sighed and started to walk away, feeling how his heart begged him to stay with every painful beat, knowing you could talk about it later. He knows you know. What he didn’t know was how inside the bathroom you were standing under the stream of the shower, crying silently until every intake of breath hurt like a knife across your chest.

Calum went back down, making his way to the office when he felt the dryness of his throat. He made a detour to the kitchen for a glass of water, and that’s when he noticed them.

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath.

The cookies were still perfectly placed over the plate, with a dash of cinnamon and next to an untouched cup of coffee that you must’ve forgotten. Was this the reason you knocked on his door? Because you made his favorite cookies, knowing he didn’t have time to eat and… Shit, now he felt like a proper asshole.

He almost wished they were bad, a small reason that could lighten the guilt he felt. But no, of course the cookies were perfect. He couldn’t help but moan at the first bite, being able to taste the love and care and just… just how much of an asshole he was, now he was sure of it.

His eyes darted towards the stairs, wondering if you were already out of the shower and if maybe he should go and try again, apologize properly and let you know how much he appreciated what you did for him. But, at the same time, he wondered if you would even want to see him right now.

With a shake of his head, he decided to go back into the meeting, thinking it’ll be best to just give you both time to cool down at least for now, he will apologize later. He took a couple of cookies and went back into the office.

“So?”

“Shower” Was all he said, not missing the way his friends shook their heads with disappointment “What?”

“Nothing,” Michael answered with a sigh, looking curiously through the screen “What are those?”

Calum furrowed his eyebrows at the question until he remembered the cookies, shame lacing his next words “Oh, yeah. Um, Y/N made them”

Luke visibly cringed “Dude, you better fix this”

The meeting lasted for a couple more hours, but Calum couldn’t seem to focus or even pretend to care anymore. His thoughts were filled with you, remembering the way your eyes filled with tears and how you would look at the ground, almost as if you were scared of him. Every second that passed became another memory filled with guilt. He’s never yelled at you like that, you didn’t deserve it, and he promised himself never to do it again. Yet, he knows he should promise that to you, not to the image of you inside of his head.

It was near 9 PM when he turned off his laptop and went looking for you again. You were laying in bed, the dark room almost swallowing you whole if it weren’t for the light of the hall where Calum stood, looking at you with the uttermost regret.

It was still early for bed, you knew that, but all the crying took every single ounce of energy that you had left, and when Calum opened the door, well…

“Y/N?” He asked in a small voice, still standing at the door. You could feel his hesitation “Y/N, baby, I-”

He started his sentence, but what could he say? Would his apology even count if you were sleeping?

You kept your eyes closed, fighting with the tears you thought you'd shed already, waiting to see what he had to say. But he just sighed, and the next thing you heard was him fumbling with his clothes until you felt the other side of the bed dip under his weight. You didn’t dare to turn around, to open your eyes. You didn’t dare to make it easy for him just yet.

Calum laid next to you, looking at your back as if it were a wall that you were starting to build around him. He tried to come closer, but you felt so far away and you didn’t even move. He prompted himself on his elbow, caressing his fingers over your hair as a million words got stuck inside his throat.

“I love you,” He whispered with a sadness lingering in his voice, and it took everything from you not to say it back immediately. You didn’t want to answer to a lie, and even when he leaned to place a small kiss on your forehead, you doubted its meaning.

That night you slept a million miles apart, even when you were an arm’s length.

*

The next morning you woke up early, or at least earlier than normal, and for a moment you forgot everything that happened yesterday. For a moment you could pretend everything was fine and that your relationship wasn’t balancing on breaking branches. But reality hit once you turned around and found the other side of the bed empty, just like the past few days. And, once again, you were on the tightrope again.

Calum’s words still rang inside your head, feeling humiliated at the thought that not only did he yell at you, but he did it in front of his bandmates. He’s never done that before, and yes, he was under a lot of stress lately, but that still didn’t give him the right to do so when all you wanted to do was cheer him up a little bit and you’ve never even got the chance to.

Now, your heart was debating with your pride. You love Calum, more than anything, you love him. But this kind of hurt… you didn’t know if it was something you could fix. You needed time, not only to cure your wounded heart but also to decide where to go next. If this is how it would always be with him, how much could you allow yourself to take?

The sound of something hard hitting the ground followed by a train of cussed words reverberated through the house, making you jump out of bed and hurry down the stairs in a matter of seconds.

There stood a half-naked Calum with a frying pan in one hand and the lid of a pot in the other, surrounded by a mess of cookware scattered around the floor that he might’ve dropped by accident.

You stayed where you were and didn’t say anything, even when Calum’s eyes found you in the middle of the kitchen, an apologetic look crossing his features.

“Y/N, I-“ He started, his cheeks blushing a little bit as his eyes avoided your gaze “I wanted to grab the pan but it was so far away I couldn’t reach it, and- I swear nothing broke!” He started to panic when he noticed you weren’t saying anything “I just- I wanted to make breakfast for you, I’m sorry I’m such a clutz”

He gave you a soft, shy smile, the kind that makes his dimples pop and that has your heart thundering along with a thousand butterflies on your stomach. And while that feeling is still there, there was a pain that came with it when you remembered how long it has been since you’ve seen him smile like that.

Calum’s heart, however, started beating anxiously when he noticed you didn’t smile back when you didn’t say anything at all.

“I, um, I was hoping we could talk?” He said, never feeling this nervous before “I wanted to talk with you about yesterday. More like, apologize for what happened”

You pressed your lips in a thin line and nodded without meeting his eyes, and when he offered you a seat at the kitchen island you didn’t move. You wanted to hear what he had to say, but you still wanted to tread lightly around him. Calum seemed to understand the message, and you could’ve sworn you saw a glimpse of hurt in his eyes.

“Y/N, yesterday I…” He started with a deep breath “I was out of line and I’m sorry. I was under a lot of stress and I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair to you, it should’ve never happened and I swear there will never be a next time. I was an idiot and an asshole and I promise you, baby, that none of the words I said reflect my feelings towards you. I’m really so fucking sorry, love”

His eyes were honest, they always were. But you couldn’t help but feel like there was something of truth in his words yesterday, even when he said there wasn’t.

Calum took your silence as a cue to continue, stepping closer to you as he said:

“I love you,” no hint of hesitation in his words “I love you so much and I’m sorry I hurt you. And I know you might not-“

“Okay,”

“Forgive- okay?”

“Okay.” You said again, almost as quiet as the silence itself “It’s okay, I forgive you”

“Babe, it’s not okay” Calum tried to clarify “It’s really not, I shouldn’t have-“

“But you did” You deadpanned and your tone hit Calum like a truck “And you’ve apologized and I forgive you”

In all honesty, Calum was not expecting it to be that easy. He was ready to fight with teeth and claws for your forgiveness, truly aware of his mistake and more than willing to fix it. But you just forgive him like that? No lecture, no talks about your feelings? He could say he feels relief, but in reality, he’s worried.

“If you’re sure-“

“Why wouldn’t I be?” And that’s the first time you look at him in the eyes, but for some reason, he can’t find you there.

Calum couldn’t find a reason that didn’t sound crazy. Why would he want to fight this? Why did you let it go so easily? It wasn’t like you, but at the same time…

“Okay,” He heard himself say, taking a step closer to you to wrap his arms around you and kiss you. But as he leaned over, you moved away; walking straight towards the coffee maker and starting to make your drink.

Calum stood there in shock, not really knowing what to make of that so he just cleared his throat and pretended it never happened as he leaned over the island.

“I was planning on making you coffee today before you woke up,” He said, his voice still lingering with a mix of guilt and hope as you turned your back to him. He had to talk over the machine noise, hoping you could still hear him “I- well, the guys and I decided that we need to have a few days off since the stress was getting all over us” He explained, playing with his hands nervously, almost like the first time he asked you out “I was hoping we could spend the day together, you know? Maybe watch a movie and cook lunch, go to Target or go on a walk like the old times?”

You still had your back turned to him, not giving him a proper answer as he grew more and more worried.

“Or we could just stay at home and do nothing if that’s what you want”

His voice grew quiet on that last sentence, looking down at his feet as he felt like an idiot for even suggesting something like that. But he was running out of options, he wanted to make sure that everything was, in fact, okay between the two of you. Still, the only thing that lingered on was the sound of the machine until it was finally done.

You turned around with your coffee in hand, looking in his direction but not directly at him as you spoke.

“I’m sorry, Cal. I’m actually going out with Sierra today”

Any other day you would’ve changed your plans with Sierra; any other day you would’ve dropped anything to spend a day with Calum doing the things you love most. But not today, not when his words were still fresh in your mind and your heart, not when he asked you to shut up and stop bothering him for at least a day.

“Oh, right” Calum felt like a propper fool, trying to keep the smile on his face “Have fun, then”

An awkward silence fell upon the two of you before you said “Okay, I’ll get going then. Will you be okay here by yourself?”

“Yeah, yeah!” He tried to seem more cheerful, not wanting you to feel bad about him “I’ll just… start cleaning! Haven’t done that in a while, it’ll be cathartic” And he almost felt proud of the small smile that almost drew on your lips.

You turned to leave when you heard him say:

“I love you!”

He should’ve done something when he didn’t hear you say it back.

*

A week has passed since the incident and everything’s been pretty normal. You wake up at the same time, you eat your meals, do your work and then go back to bed. The only difference is you don’t talk as much as you used to.

It was a conscious thing at first, knowing that Calum needed to concentrate on his things and not wanting to bother him so you wouldn’t get yelled at again. You started to give him the space he asked for, getting out of his way and not talking unless directly spoken to, and whenever he did, you limit yourself to simple answers that would satisfy you both like “Yeah, sounds good” or “Not today, I’m sorry” He never asked beyond that and you thought that was what he wanted, so you unconsciously adopted that as the week went on.

Calum, on the other hand, was losing it whenever you wouldn’t look his way or you wouldn’t even let him touch you. You would wake up next to him and go spend the day away; never sharing a space for more than a few minutes before you moved to another area; you would go to bed at the same time but you didn’t cuddle anymore, never kissed him back whenever he did and pulling away whenever his fingers such as graced your skin, almost as if he were poisonous or something.

It was driving him absolutely mad and he didn’t know what to do. He thought you had forgiven him; you said you forgave him! So why does this feel like torture? Was this on purpose? Sometimes he felt as if the North Pole was warmer than your shoulder as if he was the worst criminal on death row and you were the judge prolonging the sentence until he begged and cried for mercy.

How crazy it seemed that his life turned upside down without you there even if you were just a few meters apart? He was barely functioning as it is, but not having you, not being able to cuddle with you or even kiss you goodnight, it was taking a harder toll on him than anyone could have expected. Even his friends noticed how out of it he was, they have never seen him that distracted or even that sad; he barely ate or slept a good eight hours, he didn’t keep track of the days and all he could do was hope that the next day the situation could be different. It was almost as if the two of you broke up when in reality it was much more complicated than that.

Outside of the relationship you seemed normal. You would hang out with your friends and talk to them daily; you would read your books and listen to your music. But you didn’t share it with him anymore. You stopped asking questions; stopped sharing what you were listening to with him; stopped talking about this new book, show, or movie, or even the latest gossip you heard. You act as if he were a stranger and he can’t handle it, he didn’t know how to handle it.

Today was different, though.

It started to rain before he even got home. Having spent the day at the studio after some days off, he and the guys were much more active and energized to create. Still, all he wanted to do since he left home was come back to it, try and convince you to spend the day with him, and forget about whatever other activity you had planned to avoid him.

But when he finally opened the front door, only Duke’s little paws came to greet him. He got used to the silence, but that didn’t mean he liked it. In fact, he hated how loud it sounded when you were the one creating it. But this silence felt weird, different than the others. Because even though you wouldn’t speak to him, at least he knew you were somewhere in the house. You were still there.

Calum tried to shrug that feeling off, telling himself that you might just be out getting some groceries, thinking that you’ll come back and he would tell you to get ready so you could go out for dinner and maybe even a movie if you were up for it. He was trying to make it right between the two of you again, whatever and however long it took.

He walked over to the kitchen to make himself some tea, and that’s when he saw it: up on the counter, a small piece of paper with your handwriting on it:

“I’m staying at Sierra’s”

That’s it? You were gone just like that? No other explanation?

The ground seemed to sink under his feet as a dreadful feeling filled his chest, closing it and making it hurt with every breath he took. The memory of your actions this past week flooded his mind in a rush, cursing at every sign he willingly turned his eyes from.

You were leaving him.

*

The world happened around you, and you watched as if it were a movie; not really participating or engaging, but taking note as everything moved in slow motion. That’s how it felt sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in your hands as your friends laugh along with one of the many stories shared on girls’ night.

It wasn’t their fault you were so out of touch, lately, your mind was just elsewhere most of the time. Or rather, your mind was with someone most of the time, even if that someone didn’t want you there.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sierra asked, sitting next to you and pulling you out of your head.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah” You smiled, fooling no one.

“Have you talked to him?”

A sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head, it was more complicated than that.

It’s not like you didn’t want to talk to him, you just didn’t know how. After that night you started to second guess every word before it came out of your mouth, wondering what would be too much or if it’s really worth saying it out loud if he didn’t want to hear it in the first place. You didn’t want to give him another reason to yell.

And it’s not like he’s been trying either. Every question that came out of him, every suggestion, and every touch seemed forced. You could tell he was awkward even though he apologized, but it seemed those words weren’t true and you were still somehow bothering him.

Calum was never a man of many words, but he wasn’t one to yell either. That day something seemed to snap in him and it was impossible to see him or yourself in a different light. It wasn’t fair to either of you.

“Am I pushing it?” You asked, “If I feel he doesn’t want me there anymore, is me staying making it worse?”

“Oh, baby” Sierra cooed “Of course Calum wants you there, he loves you!”

And you love Calum, with all of your heart, you love him. But you also love yourself.

“Then why do I feel like he’d be better if I just disappear?”

But just as she was about to answer, the doorbell started ringing like crazy. All of your friends kept quiet, looking around as if to make sure all of you were there and no one was missing.

Sierra got up to try and see who it was, but Luke beat her to it, having appeared from the kitchen and practically running toward the door where he started to have a conversation with whoever was standing on the other side.

You carefully turned to your friend, asking her silently if she knew what was going on, but her face read the same as you as the muffled words became louder.

“Just let me see her!”

Instantly, your body froze at the sound of that too familiar voice as he stepped into the room. Your eyes widened at the sight of Calum, completely drenched from head to toe, eyes watery and hurt as he held on to a little piece of paper in his hand.

“Y/N!” He breathed once he saw you in the midst of your friend group, voice as desperate as his eyes, almost breaking down “Can- can we talk? Please,”

Luke stood behind him, shooting you an apologetic look, and out of the corner of your eye you could see how your friends were starting to move to another room, giving you all the space and privacy you needed

It must’ve been a couple of minutes between his arrival and until the two of you were completely alone. But for Calum, it felt like an eternity as he searched for your eyes and found nothing but shock in them.

Once the room was cleared out, you asked:

“What are you doing here?”

“I- I came to talk,” Calum answered, sheepishly.

“Why are you wet?”

He looked down and for the first time noticed his drenched clothes and the small puddle he was making on the carpet as the droplets of water kept falling from his hair.

“I ran. I thought it would be faster than-”

“Why?”

Your voice had no hint of malice nor annoyance. It was curious, surprised even that he ran all the way here even though it was less than a ten-minute drive. Calum noticed it, too, seeing in your eyes the question he could only answer with the words he feared the most but he knew he couldn’t avoid, at least, not anymore.

He looked at the paper in his hand, most of the writing already gone as it crumbled due to the rain. His heart was beating loudly, but he needed to know.

“Are you leaving me?”

And maybe it was the breaking in his voice, or how small it sounded when he said it out loud. Maybe it was the way he would look at his feet, scared to meet your eyes and find the answer he dreaded the most. But something in that phrase told you almost everything he didn’t say this past week.

“What?” You couldn’t help but ask, matching his soft voice as you failed to hide your own sadness.

“You- you said you were staying at Sierra’s” He explained, “I thought… I thought that was your way of telling me we were over”

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked down “I thought you’d think higher of me than just leaving a simple note”

Calum raised his head, shoulders falling in defeat “And what was I supposed to think, Y/N?” The tiredness in his voice became apparent, almost as if he was giving up “You’re ignoring me ever since-”

“I’m not ignoring you,”

“Bullshit!” He almost laughed, he could laugh. This whole situation was getting off the rails “You barely talk to me, you won’t let me touch you. Y/N it’s been weeks since we had sex or did anything together! When was the last time you let me hold your hand? I can’t even remember the last conversation we had cause all you do is avoid me! Fuck, you can’t even look me in the eyes right now”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, holding yourself tight as you looked back at him and you almost wished you didn’t.

Calum’s eyes were open wide, watery with unshed tears as he struggled to find the right words. The words that would make you listen, maybe even talk to him. But you were so far away that he’s scared he might get lost in translation.

“I understand that I fucked up,” He said, taking a step closer to you but still keeping his distance “I understand that I hurt you and I swear there’s nothing I regret more than what I said that night, it haunts me every day and I know I can’t take them back but please, stop pretending”

You blinked at him “Pretend what?”

“That you’ve forgiven me”

“Calum,” You sighed “I-”

“I know you said you did, but you haven’t. Not really” He saw the way your eyes filled with tears almost instantly, not a word to correct him “And I understand why I’m not saying this to blame you for anything. I just… I just want you to talk to me.

Y/N, this past week has been nothing but torture” Calum admitted “I didn’t realize how much I needed you. When I’m home it doesn’t feel like it, not when you’re not there to greet me or to ask me about my day or just being there… I miss your voice and I miss your jokes, your makeshift songs, and your laugh. I miss when you’d kiss me out of nowhere or when you play with my hair after a long day of work, even when I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you. I didn’t deserve any of that, I didn’t deserve for you to care but, fuck, Y/N what can I do for you to forgive me?

If you want me to beg, I’ll do it. I’ll crawl on my knees and cry if that’s what you ask. I can’t function without you, I can’t breathe or be normal again if I don’t have you in my life and I’m so fucking sorry I took that for granted. Truth is, I need you. If I’m being honest I realized that I need you more than you need me and that’s so fucking scary, I…”

Calum pressed his lips together, looking away as he tried not to cry even though your eyes were already letting the tears fall silently.

“I got so scared when I found that note today,” He said with a breaking voice “Because I knew why you would leave, I understood and- And I hated myself for it. I hated myself because I knew I did nothing to try and make it right, to try and make you stay. I thought I lost the love of my life-”

“You didn’t,” You were quick to answer the moment it seemed like he was about to cry “Not yet, no” You sniffled, trying to compose yourself enough to know what to say “I thought you didn’t want me anymore…”

Calum snapped his head “What? Baby,” He took a step closer “Baby, no. I would never-”

“But you said it!” You cried, “That night, you said I was always bothering you and you wanted me to leave. And I thought that if I stayed out of your business that you’d want me again, that you could still want me. I thought that was what you wanted”

“Fuck, Y/N, no!” Calum shook his head, taking another step closer so that you would be face to face, raising a hand to cup your cheek so he could look into your teary eyes “I love you,”

“Then why didn’t I feel it?” You whispered “Why- Where was this love when you yelled at me? I was so humiliated, Cal” His face fell with shame “And I was so mad, not just because you yelled, but because it seemed so easy for you to do it that I believed every word. They’ve echoed through my mind since that day and even when you said they weren’t true, I couldn’t believe that. Not anymore.

And then you stopped trying to talk to me as well, and I thought-”

Your words got caught up in your mouth the moment Calum leaned over and kissed you, holding your cheeks with his hands as you melted against his body, kissing him back with all of your might.

The saltiness of your tears mixed with the sweetness of his lips, a tempting taste that only got you craving for more since you were deprived of his kiss for a long time. A million thoughts ran through your head, a million words unsaid, but only one feeling that ruled over them.

He was the one to pull away first, chasing your lips and pecking them with small kisses that soon spread all over your face, kissing over your tears and nose; holding you closer as if he were afraid to ever let you go.

“I love you,” He said between tears and kisses “I love you, I love you” He put his hand on the back of your neck, pressing his forehead against yours before hugging you tightly and hiding his face on the crook of your neck as he repeated an unrehearsed speech that came straight from his heart “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, my love, Y/N. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean- I never meant that to be the truth, I swear it wasn’t, not even then and not ever. You didn’t deserve to hear all of that, to even think that I didn’t want you around. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it, I swear!”

You held on to him, tears streaming down your face as you tried to make sense of his words, not caring that you were now drenched with the rain as well. Once again, mind, pride and heart fight relentlessly to find their meaning. But you didn’t care, at least not for today.

“Calum…”

“Please, come back home” He begged, voice muffled against your skin “I can’t do this without you. I need you, Y/N. I need you and I’m sorry. I should’ve realized, I should’ve noticed! I didn’t mean it, baby. Please,”

“Shh, it’s okay” You whispered, closing your eyes and holding him even tighter as your hand ran up and down his back “It’s okay, Cal. We can get through this, it’s okay. I love you, too”

That night Luke offered to drive you guys back home. You stayed up until the early hours of the morning, just talking, discussing, and forgiving. Not a lie was told and no feelings were held. Promises were made and time will tell if they’d keep that way.

But when you finally went to bed, his arm around your waist and holding you as close as he could, you knew you’d be okay.

*

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Redeemed (Dirty Air Series #4)

[Lauren Asher]

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Book Description:

Santiago Alatorre

One mistake destroys my career.

I go from most eligible bachelor to monster, hiding from the world.

At least until Chloe breaks into my home.

My new fake girlfriend is a temporary fix to my biggest problem.

But as our game changes, so do my feelings.

There’s only one issue stopping me from claiming her.

Me.

Chloe Carter

It all started with a birthday wish, some vodka, and an ancestry kit.

That’s how I end up in Italy, finding my long-lost father.

But one decision lands me a fake boyfriend I don’t want.

The more we pretend, the easier our ruse becomes.

I told myself not to fall in love with a liar like Santiago.

I should have listened.

Santiago & Chloe

“Because I’d rather see you smile than cry.” 

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"She’s my kaleidoscope in a world of gray."

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This book had me sobbing, crying, laughing and holding my breath in a span of a few hours. The last two books of Dirty Air series are the best. To my Santi, I love you so much. And to Chloe, I love you. 5/5 Painful, but the pain was worth it.

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