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📌 just a core memory, diego lainez

summary, diego and letty grow up close since their moms were friends, but sadly their friendship was cut short.

disclaimers, this is more of an angst story so warning! it contains: death, alcoholism, abuse and sad :(?

A small part of Villahermosa, Mexico held the childhood of a soccer player, a small town that held core memories for him, memories of his first love and his childhood friend.

Letty Rodriguez was her name, Diego remembers clear as day, she had soft curly hair, a dimple smile, tan skin and she was kind and smart. A girl that wanted to be in love, but was never.

Of course many people loved her, Diego would say he was one of those people. He loved her romantically, even as a child. He loved her dearly, always wanted to right next to her.

Letty was a happy girl, one of those girls that instantly clicked with the people around her, a girl who just got along with everyone and everything.

Diego knew her situation at home, but never brought it up around her. He didn't want to break that little girl filled with sunshine.

Diego didn't like Letty's dad, he was mean and cruel. Sometime he wonders how a girl like her be raised like a man like him.

Diego didn't like Letty's mother too, she always complained and fought, she had a big mouth just to spill hate. He wondered, did letty put up with this?

The answer was, no. She always ran towards Diego's home when it got like that, he found that out recently. He always thought she had too much time on her hands,he didn't care at the time.

His mother would welcome her in with open arms. She always smiled so much in his home, he didn't really know why.

Well, this was when he was ten of course. He's now sixteen, in highschool. Of course with Letty, but this time holding hands.

Thought he swore to never confess his feelings, he spilled everything to her walking home. He remembered her smiling so big, she looked so pretty, her curls framed her face well.

Diego felt butterflies around her every time, she would smile every time he would run his hands on his pants because of how sweaty they were. Making her giggle and swoop his hands into her.

Diego knew Letty thought of love as a romantic, puppy love type. So he tried his best in keeping that image for her, with or without trying it was just like that.

The first time Diego saw Letty sleep was just a rush of emotions, he remembers everything on her face. They had been dating for one year already, and this made him fall in love even more.

His mother was out and they were alone in his house, nothing happened. It was just the first time Diego was able to hold Letty when she sleeping. He loved every moment of it.

He could feel her light breathing, her eyelashes, her beauty marks, everything. Diego could never recall a moment he fell asleep so fast but that one.

Diego was in love, he loved the feelings she brought him.

"Diego, eres bien chaparro." [Diego, you're quite short.] He could recognized her smile from miles away, it was something that made him love her harder. "Callate Letty." [shut up letty.] He smiled as he hid his face into her chest.

Diego felt her hands brush through his hair. "Que bonito el nene." [How pretty the baby.] Letty grinned, making herself laugh lightly. Diego inhaled, feeling the light vibration of her laughter, the scent of vanilla on her clothes.

Diego bit her ribcage lightly, enough to make her flinch in laughter, causing him to tickle her. "Tu eres mas bonita que yo." [Your way prettier than me] His hands made her laugh harder and harder.

"Mientas!" [Lies!] Letty spoke between laughter, making him continue hard. "Aceptalo!" [Accept it!] Diego wanted her to say it, but he earned no response. "Quien es la mas bonita?" [Who's the prettiest?] He said.

"y-yo!" [m-me!] She replied, but the giggles didn't stop. "Quien?" [who?] Diego teased her, making her scream in fear. "Yo!" [Me!] Only then he let her go, bringing her hands into his.

"si, solamente tu." [ yup, just you.] Diego smiled big, making Letty scoff. "Tienes que dejar de hacer eso!" [you need to stop doing that!] Letty told him with a playful smile making him shake his head as a no.

They laughter died down, with just Diego staring at her at her completely in love. Then came the idea out. "Te casarías conmigo?" [Would you marry me?] Diego spat out, making Letty's eyes wide.

They were only just seventeen, and he was talking about marriage. "En realidad?" [really?] Letty was kinda scared, thinking he was only joking around. "Obviamente no ahora, ¿sino en el futuro?" [obviously not right now, but in the future?] Diego said, reassuring her thoughts.

She gave it thought, it made him scared. "creo que sí.." [ I think so..] Letty said, turning a bit red. Diego just stared at her in awe, pulling away from her.

Letty was confused, he left alone in his room, shuffling in his bathroom. Coming out with a soft pouch. "I got us promise rings." Diego told her, he got a bit shy as well.

Letty was moved, her boyfriend of one year, her best friend of seventeen, got her a promise ring. She sat a bit closed making him continue.

"Letty, I know it's a bit early to say this but i've known you for way longer than that, as a friend, but now as a boyfriend. I really want to spend the rest of my life with you, when we are older and have achieved our dream job, I love you Letty."

"Te prometo cuidarte, amarte enteramente, hacerte feliz, porque tú, Letty Rodríguez, eres mi primer amor y la primera chica que me hizo tan feliz." [I promise you, to take care of you, to love you entirely, to make you happy, because you Letty Rodriguez are my first love, and the first girl to make me so happy.]

Letty smiled whole heartedly, nodding as well. Letting him place the ring on her finger, kissing his plum lips sweetly. Diego remembered her clear as daylight that day.

That was six years ago, she died shortly after that day.

Apparently, her mother had saw the ring, and asked her who gave it to her, and she replied 'Diego'. She thought her mother would understand about her relationship with him, but it only made her mother mad. It created a fight.

A fight Letty barely wanted to be a part of, soon after all the shouting her mother was doing, her drunk of a dad came to shut them up, asking what made his wife mad.

Her mother explained everything, but her father misinterpreted. He thought she got married. It made him angry and eventually he laid hands on her, chasing her out of the house.

He was shoving her so much, she decide to run to Diego's house, with her father hot on her tail. She wasn't paying attention and there was a car coming, everything just happened so fast.

Diego remembered so fucking well, he remembered hearing sirens, his mother's screams and his tears. Diego blamed himself, it was his fault.

All because he gave her a promise ring, a promise that said to stay together till death. She was pronounced dead a few minutes later in a white hospital, his heart died that day.

"Diego despiertate." [Diego wake up] He felt someone shake his shoulder, being greeted with a plain green field, his head under shade and his friend Edson and Memo tapping him.

He yawed and looked at them in confusion, making them worry. "wey, ¿estás bien?"' [dude are you okay?] Edson asked helping him up, making him even confused.

"una lágrima se escapó de tu ojo." [a tear escaped out of your eye.] Memo pointed, making him touch his face, he was crying.

"de que estabas soñando?" [what were you dreaming about?] Edson said making Diego rub his tiny tears away. "solo uno de esos recuerdos.." [just one of those core memories.] Diego laughed dryly.

Edson and Memo checked one more time, each time Diego would say he was fine. So they resumed practice, making Deigo smile sadly.

Rubbing his finger, feeling the silver ring on his ring finger. Diego sighed in thought. It made his heart break, he was now twenty--three and she was still seventeen.

"Dejaré algunas flores más tarde." [I'll drop some flowers off later today] Diego smiled sadly, walking onto the field. Kissing his ring finger for a good before going off to play soccer.

Letty Rodriguez was the name of that core memory, Diego remembers her clear as day, she had soft curly hair, a dimple smile, tan skin and she was kind and smart. A girl that he wanted to love forever, but didn't get the chance too.

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📌 in the morning, carlos sainz jr

summary, carlos won't admit it but he's been in love with his childhood friend, that he likes to tease but at a party he took her innocence, so he marries her the morning after.

disclaimers, this story contains: kissing, a bit of sexual scene, takes place as a bridgerton au.

Lana simply can't stand him, he's unbearable and stupid. Carlos sainz jr, is a tease and a flirt, he's the second best rake in london, next to Anthony bridgerton but his rain is now over since he got married.

A womanizer, a man with money and status, the man she hated since birth, and a man she saw sexually. She hate to admit it but his teasing got the best of her.

Lana hated him, but then when he entered the ballroom her heart would beat in a million.

Lana sighed as the time came for yet again another ball.

The maids rushed slightly, bathing her delicate body with the most floral scents. The sun that once leaked inside of her room was now slowly fading away, since the night was taking over.

Her covered nude body sat at her vanity while her maids, patted makeup on her cinnamon skin. The others patted her hair dry until it was dry enough to put in curlers.

They worked to make her presentable, since she was the diamond of her season. Every man wanted to marry her, besides her statues this season, she was a woman of perfection, beauty, and elegance. Of course every man wanted her, who wouldn't?

In the matter of second her body was dressed in a ruby red dress and her arms wrapped around the most purest silky gloves. As her mama came inside her room with jewels she would display today.

"Absolutely stunning darling." Her mother kissed her cheek, Lana looked at herself in her mirror, she wondered 'will this catch his attention tonight?' perhaps.

"Let's go darling, the carriage are waiting." Her mother led her downstairs, where older brother and father were waiting for them.

Carlos would be lying if she didn't look gorgeous when she walked in, his eyes wandered that red dress, his favorite color. He knew that color would look good on her, it drawed him near her, what made it worse that it was on her lips as well.

His eyes widen, every unmarried married man was looking at her as if she was meat. "dammit." he growled. He saw every one of those men ask her to dance with her, in which she said yes.

He smiled and talked with a group of men near her commotion, slowly making his way there. He would say it was pure luck when her mother noticed him, of course he acted natural, he wanted to be seen chatting with men and not looking at her daughter.

"Carlos, how are you?" Her mother pulled Lana towards him, in which she rolled her eyes. "Miss Delgado, i've been good how about you?" Carlos smoothly asked, he knew her mother had a sweet spot for him.

"oh dear, I've been good as well!" Her mother smiled, covering her mouth to giggle. "I'm glad, how about you Lana?" His voice made her snap his attention to him. Her mother had to tap her arm for her to respond.

"I'm doing well, Duke Sainz." She bowed her head, making him smirk. "How about I'll be your last dance of the evening?" He offered his hand, in which her mother pushed her to take.

Lana placed her hand on his larger one, the one she dreamed of touching her. It was the one that pulled her on the dance floor when the music played. Lana didn't dare to look at him, she would falter if she did.

"Did you miss my presence?" Carlos whispered into her ear, as he made their bodies dance. "Miss you? What a joke." Lana said sarcastically. "i've enjoyed my time without seeing your stupid face." She said, twirling when assigned too.

When her body came back from the twirl, his hand slowly crept on the waist, making her breath hitch. "So you missed me?" Carlos saw the blush on her cheeks. "Did you miss me, taking you out to dance?" He said.

"I recall It's the only time I can touch you, and you love it." His deep voice was a melody that would trap you. "Do not start with me Carlos." Lana snarled back, looking directly at it. There was this glint in her eyes that made Carlos hesitant.

They ended the dance in silence, they bowed as respect. After Carlos looked up to see her, she was already rushing down. She needed air, everything or everyone was looking at her tonight, it was insufferable.

Lana gasped air in when she stepped outside, who was he to make her feel this way?

She rushed to a bench a tad bit far from the party, she needed to clear her head of him. Lana groaned as she heard someone step near her. "who's there?" Lana snapped her eyes up, only to see the man she hated.

"Calm down, what was that?" Carlos said in disbelief, why was she so mad? "God Carlos, can't you ever leave me alone?" Lana huffed out, getting up and rushing away. Why was he everywhere?

A tight grip was on her wrist, making her pull back to face him. "Why are you so mad?" Carlos said in a more serious tone. "Why do you care?" Lana snarled back, trying to rip her hand out of his grip.

"God, you're driving me crazy!" Lana laughed, finally getting out of his grip. “Please, you love it when I drive you insane.” Carlos walked In front of her, making her look at him.

“I dare you to deny it, you love my comments.” Carlos smirked, making her heart beat faster. “I bet you love it when I make you sexually frustrated .” Carlos hovered above her. “What did I tell you about your comments?”

Lana glared at him, making Carlos look directly at her. “You love them don’t you?” Carlos whispered stroking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I could tell the moment I put my hand on your waist.”

— You think I haven’t noticed? The way you get red, the way your chest goes up and down?” Carlos said looking at her. “Carlos stop it.” Lana got flustered, trying to get away from him, but he blocked her way.

“you can’t even look at me!” He shouted a bit, making her frustrated. “so what!” Lana finally said it, making Carlos become quiet. "So what if I like it when you tell me such things! when you make me feel butterflies! when you touch me!" Lana dumped out.

"Why do you do it?" She asked, making Carlos inhale sharply. "what?" He simply said, making Lana groan out. "you're the biggest rake this year, why do you play with me?"

"Am I just a plaything to you? If so, don't come near me Carlos Sainz!" Lana snapped at him. She started to walk away from him, but yet again Carlos took ahold of her wrist. "I do it to distract myself from you."

His voice was stern and serious, his eyes were on her, they were going to eat her up. "Everytime you walk in, my eyes go to you--

All I look at, is you." He said sharply, his face inching towards her. "You've been my desire since we were eighteen, i've been dying slowly for you." Carlos poured his heart out.

"I have no innocent thought of you." Carlos huffed out, licking his lips, eyes drawn to her red lips. "You wearing red makes me think of everything!" His eyes on her lips yet again, heads moving closer and closer. "I want you and only you."

"Then take me, make me yours." Lana inched her hand to his lips, finally locking lips on his. Carlos would say her lips were plum, soft and seductive. He couldn't help himself but pull her into him.

They must have been starving, as their lips dug into their faces. Hands were everywhere, hers in his fluffy brown hair, while his were anywhere on her body.

Lips stuck on her neck, kissing her to her bosoms. Making her get slightly vocal, feeling his chest press against hers. Her back bumping into the garden wall, making her arch her back.

Little by little her dress inched up, the show of her cinnamon legs made Carlos growl, pushing himself off. Lana was breathing hard, what has she done..

"Go inside..." Carlos rubbed his face in realization of what he did, making Lana scared. "Carlos what are we going to do.." Lana felt scared, she finally got what she wanted but at what cost?

Carlos stepped near her, grabbing her hands. "Don't be scared, I'll be at your house first thing in the morning.."Carlos said making her confuse. "You're not thinking of.." Her realization made him laugh lightly.

"I took your innocence, it's the least I could do.." His words made her look at him. "You plan to marry me?" Lana said unsure, he looked unsure. "I've been wanting too, I just thought I wasn't your dream." Carlos said.

"Please you been all of what i've been dreaming of." Lana got red, making him smile. "Will you marry me, Lana?" Carlos proposed, making her smile shyly. "Of course Carlos."

It was safe to say Carlos kept his promise, first thing he did that morning was ask for her hand in marriage, in which her father accepted.

The sight of him waiting for her in their garden was like a dream, just with a ring, waiting to be placed on her finger.

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*.·:·. charles leclerc x oc ✦ angst ✦ song .·:·.*

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calista tucked herself to bed, alone once more. charles had been gone for hours that evening, and it seemed he was rarely home anymore. but tonight was different, as he had disappeared for even longer after a particularly bad race weekend. this one had been worse than before, with him losing control and hitting the barriers during qualifying. calista’s worry for his safety consumed her, pacing back and forth while anxiously awaiting confirmation of his well-being over the radio. his engineers had declared the car unfit for sunday's race, and his frustration was painfully transparent as he walked right past calista. her arms, open and full of concern, waited in vain for his embrace that never came.

as she lay in bed, the memory of how it felt when he had a good weekend was almost slipping away. good weekends were the ones where charles stayed home, and she sat with him, glancing towards him as he laughed lightly to a movie. on those weekends, she would bake cookies — thumbprint cookies, chocolate chip cookies, snickerdoodle cookies — but never oatmeal raisin. charles despised raisins and she couldn’t fathom baking them if he wouldn’t enjoy them by her side. honestly she didn’t miss oatmeal raisin cookies all that much; it was okay.

she coveted the smile he would give her after taking a bite of the cookie. this is amazing, cali, he’d say, thanks for making me cookies. sometimes, he’d even give her a kiss on the cheek - but only sometimes.

the remembrance of his touch was slipping away.

calista's ears caught the jingle of keys slipping into the front door's lock. it was as though her hearing had sharpened recently, allowing her to gauge his mood from the subtle cadence of his footsteps – the weight they carried, the haste they conveyed, or often the sorrowful drag they bore.

from where she lay, she watched his shadow make it’s way through the bedroom doorway and veer left. the dim glow of the closet light seeped through the cracks of the closed door and she can hear clothes ruffling and drawers shutting semi-harshly. he switched off the light, and passing by the foot of the bed, seemingly indifferent to calista's presence, as he disappeared into the bathroom.

the sink ran softly, interrupted by a few starts and stops before the door handle turned once more. calista's heart quickened as he drew closer to the bed. he was almost mere inches away, nearly within arm's reach. the sensation was exhilarating, like a high school crush sitting beside you for the very first time.

the other side of the bed dipped, the sheet rising as he slipped beneath it. a cold puff of air accompanied the blanket falling, sending a shiver across calista's skin. although she was facing away, she instinctively knew he was lying on his back, he always said it was better for your spine.

she shifted ever so slightly closer, not until their bodies touched, but just enough for his warmth to swirl across her skin. with her eyes gently surrendering to closure, it was as if she could finally breathe.

turning to face charles, her gaze fell down to his hand — the hand that her own perpetually yearned for. she missed his arms around her terribly. charles had changed, from the affectionate man she once knew to someone who was now distant, showing no desire for physical contact.

unable to resist any longer, she let her hand slide into his, and in that moment, everything felt perfectly aligned—the way her fingers slotted right into his, a reunion that felt natural, as if they were extensions of the same being.

she stole a glance at his weary eyes fixed on the ceiling. there was a time when she could discern every passing thought behind those eyes. he used to love that she could read his mind, articulating things he hadn't even realized he felt. yet, as she sifted through the depths of his gaze, it was as though there was nothing to grasp onto, just a profound, unsettling radio silence.

propping herself up on her elbow, she remained clasping his hand and looked further into his eyes. with her free hand, she cradled his cheek, frowning as she met his vacant gaze. tracing her thumb gently along his cheek, i’m sorry, she murmured softly, it’ll get better, i promise. he was breathtakingly beautiful, and the sight of him so emotionally distant was a wretched ache. she feared he might not fully grasp the depth of her love for him.

she gently lowered her head and planted a kiss on his cheek, something she hadn't been able to do for months. he tasted like starlight. but, the kiss ended all too abruptly, vanishing before her mind could fully absorb it. it felt as though she had just brushed her lips against his skin, yet he was already pulling away. she wasn't ready to let go of him just yet...

she scanned his face, desperately seeking any hint of reciprocation for the overwhelming love she felt when looking at him. it was a love that twisted her stomach in a way that could bring her to her knees in tears; a love that consumed her entirely. she adored every facet of him, every inch of his mind, of his soul. but when she searched and searched for even the faintest glimmer of reciprocation, all she found was the gaze of a stranger staring back at her.

she longed for her husband, aching in his absence.

charles released her hand and turned away, his words barely audible as he muttered that he needed space. he took any warmth with him, leaving behind only her profound solitude to hold her.

calista’s eyes spilled over with hot tears, rolling down her scorching cheeks. she was so enraged. she wanted to scream—she wanted him to scream, to yell at her, for him boil over and explode with rage. she yearned for him to spill out every irritation, every vexation, even if it was directed towards her. she needed him to seize anything within reach and hurl it across the room, to grab the lamp and swing it into the wall, shattering the ceramic into fragments. and if that still wasn't enough, she would have let him use her, to tear her apart with his bare hands until there was nothing left, not even anger. she craved some kind of reaction from him, any response at all, but he simply turned away.

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ꕤ carlos sainz

＊ 4.5k words :: angst :: tired of wasting her weekends away, solène managed to persuade her brother arthur to join her in sneaking out. the accompaniment of her older brother charles and his best friend carlos initially seemed like a good idea, until you factor in that solène has harbored a crush on carlos for as far back as she could remember

ꕤ lando norris

＊ 607 words :: fluff :: waking up on a late morning with lando to the first snowfall of winter. also, building snowmen !

ꕤ charles leclerc

＊ 1k words :: angst :: strained relationship where charles becomes extremely emotionally distant, leading to isolation and longing in their relationship. despite her efforts, charles remains unresponsive, leaving oc [ calista ] feeling profoundly alone and frustrated.

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since the first, ˚ ༘♡OP81⋆｡

summary: oscar has had a crush on a girl ever since his freshman year, it wasn't until their junior year when she fell in love with him too.

warnings: cringey love, slight cursing, short story, bad grammar.

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Freshman year is very exciting, since you move to a whole different school. Have new classes, meet new people but let's not forget the main thing, finding a love interest!

To say the least, young love can make someone blind, but Oscar was set on loving that girl that had helped him his first year of highschool. It felt like a scene out of a movie, imagine a small boy lost and a girl helping him.

Totally romantic, ever since that little encounter she had become his little hallway crush, he had her for other classes but he didn't dare talk to her.

Olivia was simply someone he wanted to admire from afar, but he ended up seeing himself get with her. Maybe he did, but how could a shy boy confess to her?

Olivia didn't know who was Oscar until sophomore year, she had him in three of her classes, so she decided to speak to him, since she just wanted to become friends.

"Oscar, right?" Her mellow voice caught his attention, taking his eyes off his phone to look at her. It was the first day of school and she decided to sit right next to him. "Yeah, Olivia right?" He stated cluelessly. yeah right he knew everything about her.

She nodded, pointing to the free seat next to him. "Can I sit here?" He couldn't believe his ears, she wanted to sit next to him? He nodded, making her sit inside the empty desk. Immediately he smelled the strawberry scent flowing off her, it made him dizzy. "Actually can we sit next to each other in our classes?"

Was today his lucky day? Was god blessing him today?

He nodded, giving her a sweet smile. "Sure.." He could see the small smile forming on her lips. "What are we doing?" She smiled, making him droopy.

Throughout the year Oscar hid his feeling well, just sticking to her as a friends. He knew he was crazy thinking one day he would end up with her, but he had hope. He thought if he could put his feelings aside he would be by her forever, no matter if he was just a friend.

Olivia wasn't oblivious, she knew Oscar had feelings for her. By the way he would turn red when she caught him looking, by the way he always helped her, the way he looked at her with such care.

It made her feel sad, she tried so hard in falling in love with him but the feelings never came, she hated that she was playing around with is feelings, Oscar was a sweet boy, he was her sweet boy.

So they [in thought] decided they would just be friends, one because Oscar didn't want to ruin their friendship, two because Olivia didn't want to lose him.

Then came Junior year, a year that changed their lives for the good or worse. Oscar felt horrible, here he was kissing Olivia, but it wasn't his Olivia. His Olivia was under the influence of alcohol, and his lips took advantage of her.

What was he doing making out with her when she wasn't in the right state of mind? After that Oscar couldn't face her, he felt like shit. He couldn't stop brushing his fingers on his lips, closing his brown eyes and remembering the way her plum lips fit into his like a puzzle.

Olivia was scared, did she do something wrong? Why was Oscar ignoring her? Did he finally realise he didn't love her anymore? Was he finally going to leave her?

She did know what happened that night, He didn't know that she knew. Olivia couldn't help it, she fell in love. Over the summer, her only thought was him, him and him. She was confused.

"You're in love with him." Nadia's voice spilled into her ear, making her eyes widen in shock, nibbling her nail anxiously because of these new feelings.

"Oli, think about it, you talk to him on the daily, you only think about him on the daily, you only speak about HIM on the daily! The last time we all hanged out, you kept looking at him!" Nadia listed the reasons but she wasn't done.

"Olivia, you look at him with such care, he genuinely brings a careless smile out of you, he looks at you the same you look at him, you both look at each other in adoration.." Nadia's voice became soft. "you hate the way he hangs out with another girl that's not in our friend group, it's okay to fall in love."

That's when she couldn't hold back, when she saw him at the party she felt scared. What happened if he lost feelings for her? she couldn't bare that.

It was when the alcohol took over her fear, she remembered kissing him like there was no tomorrow. The way his cherry lips tasted against him was new, she loved it..but it felt wrong. "You did what!" Nadia slammed her locker closed, making Olivia hide her head in her textbooks.

"I kissed him." She repeated in a slightly quiet tone. "What happened after?" Nadia pushed her. "We made out.. but it didn't felt right.." Olivia felt her tears on her water line. "Tuffen up, we need to fix this!" Nadia grabbed her hand. "It didn't feel right because you weren't confronting it the right way!"

"To confess, you need to be in the right state of the mind." Nadia placed her near the empty restrooms. "Stay here!" Nadia was quick to run away, Olivia could only blink her few tears away.

"Oscar!" Nadia screamed after him, making the poor boy look at her. “You need to come with me!” Nadia was quick to pull him along. “What’s wrong?” Oscar questioned.

“You need to confess to Olí!” Her words scared him, making him stop. “What?” He snatched his hand away, making Nadia groan. “She’s in love with you!” Eyes widen, with hurry she covered her mouth before she spilled more.

“She’s what!” Oscar thought his ears deceived him, a tint of blush on his cheek. “Just come with me, and tell her how you feel!” Nadia grabbed him and dragged him where Olivia was at.

Olivia was freaking out when she saw Oscar walk up to her. She began to walk away slowly, she was NOT ready to do anything with her feelings. “Olivia wait..” Oscar stopped her.

Was he going to do it?

“Oscar I don’t know what to do!” Olivia looked straight at him, Oscar flinched and looked around. Some kids were walking around, some where looking at them, confused.

“c’mon.” He grabbed her hand dragging her to a more private area. When he turned her around, his heart broke. “Oscar what do I do!” She grabbed her his hand, making him look at her confused.

“What’s wrong, Olí?” Oscar was gentle, god a why was he gentle with her?

“I like you, Oscar and I’m scared that you might not feel the same anymore.” She muttered gripping his hand. Why did she fall in love too late?

"Of course I feel the same! You were always the girl of my dreams, but it shattered me when you didn't realize sooner." Oscar reassured her, wiping her tears away. "but i don't care, I would wait for you for as long as you need."

His words were sweet, it made her sigh in relief. "I think it's time for you to stop waiting." Olivia smiled at him, making him smile as well.

Though they already had their first kiss with each other a long time ago, this kiss was the way it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be sweet and gentle.

Both knowing that the waiting was over and that their love was equal on both sides. Oscar would admit he did lose hope at first but he waited long enough to get the girl in the end.

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sex drunk, ੈ✩CZ55‧₊˚

summary: carlos loves his wife to the brim, when she gets a new body wash she didn't expect for him to become feral.

warnings: sex, female receiving, sexual phrases, pussy drunk carlos, a tad of spanish, bad grammar.

⌗cliziasomma: faceclaim ⌗drunk in love, beyonce

A lady should always or will at some time of their lives will experience self care, that means buying things that can help your body restart itself.

Lana smiled seeing it was a good time for her self care time since it landed on her anniversary. Carlos for the past 4 years of their marriage has given her so many things, and it was finally her time to give him something in return.

So the week before their anniversary she went shopping for everything, things to shave, things to make her smell good for the day, plus a special little outfit for the time.

What made her panic was that before she had time to do everything, Carlos had told her that they were going to Paris for their 5th year of being married. She quickly packed her essential bags and decided to do everything there.

She will admit it was hard, but she was able to pull it off. Though Carlos caught on a bit, since he knew her so well. "Amor, did you shave your legs?" He whispered as he slowly but surely felt her legs wrap themselves around him. "why are you asking?" Lana was already halfway asleep when he asked.

"They are soft and smooth, crazy smooth." Carlos had tugged her more into him, making her smile. "I felt like shaving these bad girls." Lana snickered, resting her head in his chest as he hummed and left it at that.

They went to have dinner the next day, Carlos gifting her a large bouquet of roses and a new necklace. She had went to go shower first using all of those product to good use, her friend Carmen had gifted her a body wash, putting in a good word for it.

The moment she popped the the lid open, a strong aroma of honey came out, making her oozy. With no complaint, she scrubbed the alluring scent onto her body, making her smile.

The moment Carlos went to go shower her plan was green, she placed her lacy black lingerie on her body, her smooth legs would be Carlos defeat.

The leftover scent in the bathroom did the rest of the work for her, it made Carlos feel oozy and drowsy. "Amor, ¿qué huele tan bien?" [love, what smells so good?] Carlos dried his hair with the leftover towel that was once on his hips.

"yo, tu carińosa esposa." [me, your caring wife] Lana wrapped her arms around his body, her nails scratching his back, sending him a shiver. Carlos let the towel drop to the floor, his brown eyes wandered to the woman underneath him.

He was in awe, Lana was absolute drop dead gorgeous. His large palms dragged themselves up her body, realizing the image in front of him was real. “que esto hermosa?” [what's this beautiful?] He smiled, twirling her hair.

"Tu regalo." [your present.] Lana smiled, dragging him to his bed. Carlos moaned slight, feeling her body crawl on top of him, his large palms going up her smooth thighs. "para mi?"[for me?] He smiled, looking at her as if she was a full course meal.

"para ti mi rey." [for you my king] Lana kissed his brown sugary skin, peppering kisses on his neck. That's when it hit Carlos, the scent in the bedroom was strongly on her skin. It made his oozy feeling come back.

Kisses were exchange, ones that gave passion and sexual tension, but the more that scent made it way into Carlos nose the more everything became blurry around him. His kisses became sloppy, his breath got shorter.

He was gasping as he flipped Lana onto the bed, feeling his dick become harder than ever. "Eres tan hermosa.."[You're so beautiful] Carlos whispers in between kisses, feeling his wife moan in his mouth. "I love seeing you wear these type of clothes."

"Carlos..." Lana breathe out, her voice barely above a whisper. She were a flustered mess. It was her idea to please Carlos as her gift, he loved it when she did these things to him, but he was slower and out of it this time. As if he was drunk.

She immediately wanted more. "your fine with this?" He bit his lips trying to hold in his needy noises. Lana nod her head before telling him yes and this is all Carlos needs before he's back to kissing her, this time the kisses aren't as gentle as the first ones.

They were sloppy, both of them acting as if it would be their last kiss.

Carlos was quick to throw everything on her body off, her breast on full display on for him, her needy feelings making her back arch when the cold air hit her nipples.

She watch Carlos's facial expression, suddenly loving her nude in front of her, it was always on his face when they had a chance. He was starving for her, and he wanted to eat her up quickly.

"jodidamente bonita"[fucking pretty] he says and suddenly her body shivers in pleasure. He always was good at saying the right things.

Carlos kissed her lips once again, but this time he makes his way down her body kissing and licking her neck and collarbones before reaching her chest. Lana moans when he licks and sucks on her left nipple while softly squeezing the other one. Carlos repeats his actions with the other one and she were already such a moaning mess for him.

He grins softly up at her before continuing to kiss down your body again until he's finally down there and her breathing hitches in her throat when he places a soft kiss on your clit. "wet as always." he says, his words making her blush red.

When his talkative tongue landed on her clit, she immediately felt pleasure shoot right up her. Her hips buck off of the bed whenever his mouth sucked her, he softly pushes her thighs back on to the bed and holds them in place.

Lana can barely think straight as Carlos sucks and licks her clit before he enters two of his fingers slowly inside of her. That's when it hits him, the aroma hitting his nostrils strong. Sweet honey, making his licking become faster.

The vibrations sent shocks through her body, and she knew she were already close. "I'm going to cum." Lana manages to get out. He quickened his pace on you, his finger—

entering her faster and his tongue quickening at a godly speed. Her grip in his hair tightens and she see stars as her orgasm quickly approaches. Carlos licks her mess up making her legs shake at the sensitivity.

She lets go of his hair, his head laying right next to her thighs, Lana lays there catching her breath as Carlos climbs back up to her, kissing her softly before pulling her up.

"Car—Carlos.." She splutter. "More, please." He spat out, flipping her above him, it was his turn to lay down. "What?" Lana was still catching her breath. "Ride my face." She moans out, like his words were sensitive.

"Please baby, just this once." Carlos begged, pulling her thighs that were wrapped in the tinted fabric. Lana was looking down on him, his breath was short, and he looked angelic.

Thankful the two had a rented out home here, or she would be waking up the whole neighborhood. "please.." His desperate voice pushed her over the edge, making her legs drenched again.

"okay.." Lana whispered out, she took off her stocking, her bare smooth legs going between his head, her wet cunt on display for his eyes only. Lana could only wish she had her camera on her, she would love to take a picture on how his jaw flexed when he licked her good.

His tongue was in and out of her, both of them whimpering and moaning. Carlos can't keep his eyes off of Lana, she were a panting, beautiful mess and he was struggling not to cum right in his shorts at the sight of her.

Carlos kisses her cunt hard, his tongue sliding roughly between her pink folds as his tongue thrust continue the same quick pace. He was everywhere all at once and she felt like she would combust.

Carlos slides his hand down and up her thighs before his hands starts making circular motions on her clit. Lana's second orgasm already approaching fast.

"I'm close again," she tell him holding the frame of the bed tightly, but he already knew. He could feel her clenching, her cunt hard trying not to release as quick, so he continued.

His fingers move faster on her clit and she's back to moaning his name again. It sounded like pure heaven to Carlos.

"Cum on me, baby." Carlos groans. Lana squeezed her legs tightly around him, his strong arms wrapping around her legs, holding her down. Carlos starts to thrust his tongue in her again, feeling her tremble around him.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Lana managed out, her voice barely audible as her orgasm hits her. Without realizing, her hands digs his head deeper.

The feeling of her cumming and digging his head in her was too much for Carlos, he immediately cums in his boxers, moaning strongly in her after he released.

Carlos gives her cunt one last kiss before he gasp for air, his mouth, chin and lips glazed with her juices. Sitting on his dick didn't help his behavior. Lana gasped, leaning back on her bed.

Carlos looked down on her with nothing but love and lust, she wasn't going to be getting out of this soon.

mentions: @lomlando @ch3rryknots @hyvcksz

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live fast, die young | carlos sainz | :･ﾟ☆

carlos x leclerc!oc | angst | non-racing au | ft. leclerc brothers

i was born to live fast, die young—leave a beautiful corpse, live my life on the run

quick briefing…! ages: arthur- 17, oc- 19, charles & carlos- 22 and the legal drinking age in monaco is 18, i suppose that’s the setting. [ it’s not majorly important ] details aren’t accurate. 4.5k words

summary…! tired of wasting her weekends away, solène managed to persuade her brother arthur to join her in sneaking out. the accompaniment of her older brother charles and his best friend carlos initially seemed like a good idea, until you factor in that solène has harbored a crush on carlos for as far back as she could remember…

solène's fingers traced the textured surface of arthur's bedspread, her body sprawled belly down as she carefully highlighted key words in her notebook. the soft glow of the desk lamp cast a warm hue across the room, and even though there was no upcoming exam or pending homework, they chose to study.

weekends meant freedom from assignments, but they had made a habit of creating flash cards together, studying until dawn, and waking up at noon with crinkled papers beneath them. this night appeared to be following the same pattern as the others.

“arthur,” solène clicked the cap of her highlighter, lifting her gaze to him at his desk, “do you ever feel… i don’t know, sad? when we spend our saturday nights doing homework?”

arthur's brows furrowed, pondering her question before responding. "sad? mmm, not really." he said, seemingly unaffected as his eyes returned to the textbook.

shoulders slumped, solène let out a soft sigh, "okay, not sad. i guess what i meant was, doesn't it feel a bit humiliating always being at home, doing these made-up assignments?"

turning to face her, arthur offered a half-hearted shrug, "well, yeah, kinda. but this is what we've always done. it's why we get good grades."

“true.” solène chuckled lightly. it wasn't a joke; they were practically each other's only friends, and they were siblings. she wondered aloud, "is it worth sacrificing our social lives for grades?"

arthur continued reading, unfazed. seeing his indifference, she quickly shut her notebook and sat up, hesitating for a moment before proposing, "arthur, let's do something we've never done before. something crazy."

he looked at her skeptically, “like what…”

"i don't know," she replied with a shrug, but he could visibly see a new thought form. she then asked, "what would charles do?"

arthur's eyes widened in surprise. never did he expect her to consider following their older brother's lead. he was completely perplexed, "solène, what are you thinking?"

"well, i think i'm a little jealous of him," she confessed, "he does things i wish i had the courage to do."

arthur frowned, concerned, "but charles doesn't really have anything going for him... we do."

solène shrugged again, "he’ll figure things out eventually. at least he has fun... but, us, we're always living for the future. it’s tiring, arthur."

"i know."

their older brother charles had always lived life in complete contrast to them. school never interested him, and he had developed a routine of skipping classes, despite their parents' hard work to pay for all three children's college tuitions simultaneously.

it was not uncommon for him to be escorted home in the back of a police car, given stern warnings for his reckless escapades around the city. it baffled arthur and solène that their parents seemed to favor charles, overlooking the stress he single-handedly caused them.

arthur and solène had come up with a grand plan to sneak out tonight. as soon as the clock hit midnight, they hurried down to the kitchen. it may have been arthur's nerves, but he was overly thrilled to be doing something so "risky," as he put it.

arthur accidentally banged the cabinet while stuffing pop tarts into his backpack. solène pointed her flashlight at him and whisper-yelled a loud "shhh!" he retorted with a quick "you shush!" soon enough, they were shushing each other back-and-forth, too loud to hear the approaching footsteps.

the kitchen light suddenly flicked on, and both arthur and solène froze. with eyes closed, arthur pleaded, "mom, don't get me in trouble, it was all solène! please! i was tricked!"

solèle slapped his arm, “you dumbass! it’s only charles and carlos. you literally suck so bad—why would you blame it on me?!”

carlos laughed, and solène couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. maybe her reaction was too much. does she seem too immature??

"oh. charles," arthur pleaded, his expression convincingly innocent, "can we go with you guys, wherever you're going tonight?"

charles chuckled and shook his head. "no."

arthur frowned and asked, "what? why not?"

picking up his keys, charles responded, "because i just saw how quickly you snitched on sol. i wouldn't be surprised if you called the cops on us or something."

arthur gave an offended expression, “i would never! come on charles, just let us come?”

meanwhile, solène found herself utterly entranced by carlos, her eyes fixated on his dark espresso hair, aching to run her fingers through its strands. the overwhelming desire she felt for him left her with a delicious sickness, an intoxication. he seemed to consume her entire being, and she reveled in the hold he had over her.

"solène, tell arthur i said no. he doesn't seem to understand when i say it." charles said, rolling his eyes.

solène shifted her gaze to charles and softly smiled, trying her luck, "charles, could we go? please..." even though she wasn't looking at him, she could feel carlos' surprised eyes on her, studying her features. she felt most beautiful when he looked at her.

charles let out a sigh, "oh my god, you too? no! carlos, let's just go."

carlos paused, curious, “hold on, why do they want to go so bad?”

"solène and i just want to have some fun for once." arthur explained, pleading again, “carlos, please convince him.”

carlos glanced at solène, and asked, "so, no studying, no textbooks, just fun tonight?"

she gently nodded, her heart pounding.

carlos gave her an intrigued look, then turned to charles, "maybe they can come, but only if they're up for anything."

"we are! we are!" arthur chimed in.

charles rolled his eyes, looking at carlos, "mate, what are you talking about?"

carlos shrugged, "come on, we didn't have any plans yet. maybe this could lead to something fun. let solène and your brother come."

solène and your brother… the way her name sounded coming off his spanish tongue was so savorous. the fact that she was related to charles as well, but carlos separated her from them, was enough of her carlos-fix for the rest of her life.

charles rubbed his forehead, contemplating, before he finally relented, "fine, let's go then. you two can sit in the back."

charles raced through the blurred city lights with carlos in the passenger seat, while arthur and solène exchanged nervous glances in the back. they realized they had no clue what charles did on his nights out, and their wild imaginations ranged from strange to potentially illegal.

carlos grabbed a label-less water bottle from the cup holder and took a sip before passing it back to solène without looking. their fingers briefly touched, leaving her feeling dizzy, lightheaded even. she was undeniably in love with him, at a gut-wrenching level.

it was cruel he didn't react to her touch and simply let go to adjust the radio for a clearer station.

solène stole a quick glance at arthur, sensing his suspicions, but he turned away, sparing her from any embarrassment. she raised the bottle to her lips, and her mind teased her about how it was once against carlos's lips. carlos's lips that seemed to call out to her, yearn for her, crave to mend with hers beyond the bounds of time. or, at least, that's what she told herself.

solène took a big gulp of the liquor, following it with an even bigger one, trying to push her thoughts away. charles, in the driver's seat, glanced into the mirror and spoke, "solène, not too much. actually, please give it back to carlos. i don’t want you drinking too much."

rolling her eyes, she replied, "i’m literally old enough to drink.”

"you’re barely old enough." charles retorted.

arthur quickly scooted low in his chair, hiding from charles' view as he snagged a couple of sips from the bottle before passing it back to solène. she handed it to carlos, feeling completely foolish when he gave her a sympathetic smile.

finally with a clear radio station playing, charles rolled down all the windows, including the sunroof.

the music, the cool breeze, and perhaps the effects of the alcohol all combined to shift something inside solène. she impulsively unbuckled her seatbelt and rose through the sunroof, letting her hair twirl in the wind. despite charles shouting at her to sit properly, she closed her eyes and drowned out his words.

she allowed her mind to wander, contemplating where she saw herself in a couple of years. the thought of moving out of her mom's house, possibly transferring schools, and studying abroad came up.

as charles made a left turn, solène felt herself stumble slightly to the right. a hand gently hooked around her thigh, not scandalously high, but the touch felt secretive, almost intimate. glancing down, she saw carlos' left hand holding her securely. in the moonlight, she thought she detected a slight flush on his cheeks, but the dim light left her unsure.

breaking eye contact, carlos released his hold, leaving only a faint ghost of his touch. she observed his course eyelashes flutter as he focused forward, clearly resisting the urge to look back at her. she sighed, closed her eyes, and welcomed the wind once again, allowing her thoughts to drift back to her future.

she wanted to wake up in the mornings, head to the bathroom, and see his toothbrush right beside hers.

she wanted to drink water from the glass set they purchased after buying their first house together.

she wanted to check the mail, and see his last name following hers: mrs. sainz.

though these scenarios might seem trivial to some, for solène, anything involving him held immense significance.

charles parked beside a random building, and they all stepped out of his car. arthur and solène trailed behind, exchanging confused glances once again.

they walked down the main road, passing by dark shops that had already closed for the night. they walked for blocks, so long that solène regretted coming.

finally, charles spoke up, admitting, “well, i don’t really know what we’re doing… i guess if anyone sees anything interesting, let us know.”

"what?" solène stopped walking abruptly. everyone turned to face her. she stated, "let's just go home. i’m getting tired."

“yeah, this is boring,” arthur added, “let’s go back.”

carlos pointed ahead, “look, that little store is open.”

further down the street, they spotted one of the few shops with its lights on—a dingy thrift store that appeared to be open.

“or you just wanna go home?” carlos asked solène—or perhaps he asked the whole group, but his eyes were only on her.

the jingle of the door echoed through the empty air as they entered. before them stood an unattended cash register. an older woman emerged from a door behind the register, casting them a distinctly judgmental look. she scrutinized each of them before bluntly advising, "if you can't afford anything, don't even bother looking."

from behind carlos, arthur silently mimicked the woman's sentence, making fun of her. solène burst into laughter, and the old lady shot her a displeased look, muttering “truie”. [ pig ] under her breath.

solène was about to retort, ready to give the old hag a piece of her mind. who did she think she was? if anything, she looked more like a pig than solène could ever sound like one. honestly, with her greasy hair, she probably even smelled like one—

charles shot her a look, quickly stopping her before she could voice her thoughts aloud. he gently took her by the arm and guided her further into the store, advising her to keep her cool and get back at the woman by not showing any reaction. it was a challenge, but solène was already overly concerned about coming across as immature, so she knew it was wiser not to cause a scene.

towards the back of the store, the four stumbled upon a section that seemed to take them back in time to the era of glamour and classical elegance, back to the days of old hollywood.

arthur's eyes lit up as he picked up a white shawl. "oh! i've always wanted to hold one of these. it's so soft."

charles chuckled, rolling his eyes as he tied a bowtie around his neck. meanwhile, solène ran her hand through the rows of pearl necklaces hanging on display.

“sol,” carlos called sweetly, as if he had said darling in place of her name. she turned to him, and he held up a stunning white silk dress. "you should try this on."

solène's breath caught as she ran her fingertip along the smooth fabric. the dress belonged on television or in magazines—it was elegant and dream-like. carlos nodded, assuring her, "it would look amazing."

not just the dress itself, but on her; she would look amazing in it. solène was sure that this was what he meant. though, her tendency to overanalyze sometimes skewed his words…

the flutters in her stomach returned. she glanced at her brothers, a bit unsure, but charles' encouraging nod was all the reassurance she needed to take the dress in her hands.

“if i’m trying this on, then all of you are trying something too,” she declared.

“yeah, let’s do suits!” arthur chimed in eagerly, rushing to grab the most elegant one he could find. he grabbed two more and pushed them to charles and carlos before making his way to the changing rooms, with the others following behind.

"solène," arthur's voice sounded from outside her dressing room door, "would you mind helping me tie my bow tie?"

solène stared at her reflection in the mirror. the white dress gave her an air of delicacy and softness. her wavy brown hair cascaded behind her shoulders, falling just below her shoulder blades, allowing the dress's neckline to display her collarbones. her blue bra clashed with the dress, so she unclasped and set it beneath her clothes pile. she felt a touch exposed, and the chilly air conditioning only increased that. strangely, though, the dress looked even better without a bra. it hung on her like a second skin in some places, while draping loosely in others. she found herself actually thinking she looked quite lovely.

then her eyes searched for flaws, as her mind often did—fabricating excuses to convince her to remove the dress as quickly as possible. she fought to push those thoughts aside, but the dress's floor-length design made her look taller, and lanky. her hair was slightly frizzy; it seemed wrong with such a dress.

"soléné? can you hear me?" arthur's voice sounded louder than before.

she turned around quickly, flustered. "what? yes, i'm sorry, i can hear you. what did you say?"

"i was asking if you'd mind helping me tie my bow tie. i'm trying, but this thing won't cooperate," he said with clear frustration, attempting to tie it as he spoke.

she opened the door, pulling her hair in front of her shoulders as a sort of shield. he frowned as he looked at her. pushing her hair back, he said, “wow, i think i might cry. sol, you look amazing.”

she smiled. "thanks, arthur. now, let me deal with this mess." she inspected the peculiar knot he had created and proceeded to untangle it. the bow tie needed to be redone entirely.

as she readjusted the fabric, another door creaked open. charles emerged, his voice warm. "aw, look at my baby siblings, all dressed up. sol, you look incredible." his smile reached his eyes. she never voiced it aloud, but she was truly grateful for her older brother. he might be distinct from the other two, but he consistently displayed his affection in the ways he understood.

“no compliments for me?” arthur pouted.

charles raised an eyebrow, responding, “well you’re not looking all pretty in a white dress, now, are you?

arthur sighed, “no. i suppose i’m not.”

solène finished tying arthur's bow tie, making sure it was straight, and then turned her attention to charles, adjusting his bow tie to ensure it lay perfectly centered.

carlos emerged from his changing room, fastening the last of his buttons. he playfully patted charles's back, poised to crack a joke about never having seen him dress so formally. but his expression changed as his gaze drifted to solène.

he remarked, “sol, the dress looks beautiful. see, i knew you should’ve tried it on.”

beautiful. the dress was beautiful, but what about solène herself? wasn’t she the one wearing it? without the dress was the sight not just as beautiful? she glanced at the mirror beside her, her eyes locking onto her reflection—the slightly lanky girl with frizzy hair.

sensing her displeasure, charles interrupted her thoughts, “solène, did you see those pearl necklaces that were on display?”

“charles, i like where you’re going with this.” arthur added, taking her hand and leading her back to the old hollywood-themed section. he selected a pearl necklace from the display and carefully draped it around her neck, whispering, "this is perfect."

“it’s not too much?” solène asked, looking down to the necklace.

arthur shook his head with a reassuring smile, “nope.”

charles and carlos strolled out, immersed in their own conversation. it pained sol to watch carlos, to experience a hurricane of emotions within her, and to know that he didn't reciprocate even a fraction of them.

a part of her was convinced that he did feel something, something more than nothing. he had caught her in the car, he had insisted on her trying on the dress, and he had been stealing glances at her incessantly. it couldn't be all meaningless. there just had to be something there.

“tell him," arthur whispered. solène shot him a puzzled expression. he tilted his head, a knowing look in his eyes. "i'm not blind. i can practically see hearts in your eyes when you look at him."

“that’s so embarrassing.” she muttered, leaning her head on arthur’s shoulder.

he shook his head, reassuring her, “no, it’s not. you like him. make it known and see what happens.”

a frown tugged at her lips. "what if charles gets upset... he's friends with him—it would be weird."

arthur responded, “charles will understand, and if he doesn’t, literally who cares?”

the older woman running the store was busy hanging blouses in a nearby aisle, but her disapproving glances were far from subtle. charles leaned in and whispered, "let's just leave."

arthur raised a concern, “what about the clothes—“

"we'll wear them as we leave," charles interjected.

again, arthur persisted, “but we didn’t pay…”

charles elaborated, “she called solène a pig. she deserves to lose out on money.”

“oh my god, i nearly forgot about that.” arthur said just before discreetly shoving a few small items into his pockets.

they continued to feign interest in browsing while gradually moving closer to the exit. arthur and charles exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison. they gave thumbs-up signals to solène and another to carlos. in a synchronized move, arthur and charles sprinted straight for the door, triggering an alarm as they crossed the threshold.

carlos, right behind them, caught the worry etched on arthur's face as he looked back to ensure everyone had escaped. carlos turned and noticed solène, frozen in fear still inside the store.

the old lady's voice could be heard, yelling and clutching a telephone, presumably dialing the police.

“come on solène!” arthur shouted, waving his hand frantically.

yet, she remained glued to the floor.

“sol, we need to go! the police will be here any minute!” charles yelled urgently.

again, she stood there, seemingly unable to process the situation.

“oh shit! they’re already here! sol, run! now!” Arthur exclaimed, spotting two officers sprinting in their direction. charles and arthur took off as quickly as they could, and carlos hastily grabbed solène's arm.

he pulled her out of the store and down the street. her feet tangled over each other, and her dress snagged between her legs. using her free hand, she lifted the dress above her ankles, finally catching up to the pace at which carlos was dragging her.

he released her arm and readjusted to interlace his fingers through hers. her heart pounded hard, not only from the sprint but also from carlos's touch. It was firm, warm—providing a sense of safety that only he could give her. in solène’s heart, she was sure that he was crafted for her.

they continued to run until their lungs burned, taking corners and shortcuts between buildings. the whereabouts of arthur and charles were unknown to both of them, as was the location of the parked car.

eventually, they managed to lose the pursuing police, turning one final corner before coming to a halt.

carlos's chest heaved, and his hair was slightly damp with sweat. he shrugged off his suit jacket and unbuttoned a couple of the top buttons using one hand while he leaned against the wall.

solène, too, was warm, her breaths coming in pants as she admired the man before her. he met her gaze and chuckled, “that was crazy, wasn’t it?”

she managed a nod, her mind unable to form words, though it desperately wished to confess the overwhelming desire she felt for him—a craving so intense that it bordered on physically illness to be inches away from him and not have him as her own.

he let out a soft laugh, his head leaning back against the wall as he recovered his breath. she observed him, her eyes tracing each of his dark lashes while his eyes rested closed.

she lightly uttered, "carlos."

his eyes hazily opened as he tilted his head downward toward her.

“yeah?” his response matched her hushed tone.

“do you think i look beautiful?” she sauntered to him, slow and deliberate.

his eyes widen the smallest fraction, a subtle surprise he tried to conceal. they traveled slowly over her form, drinking up her beauty.

reconnecting with her eyes, he responded, “yes, of course.”

"it's not just the dress? it's me?" she questioned, now standing so near that their feet almost touched.

"sol, it's you. not the dress," he affirmed. her heart exploded; she had been so certain of his desire for her, and now his words confirmed it. she took another step, closing the distance until she stood right between his feet.

“really? you think so?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

“yes.” he confirmed, his hands rising toward her waist. there was a pause, his touch hovering so close that she could feel the warmth radiating from his palms.

slowly, he draped his hands just above her hips. she felt herself almost melting, like she could dissolve right through the cracks between his fingers. her breath caught as he pushed away from the wall, drawing nearer. he whispered her name as if he had something to say, "solène..."

his gaze lingered on her lips.

she glanced down to his lips, momentarily, then met his eyes again, “yeah?”

one of his hands roamed to her lower back, softly pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. she hooked her fingers between two buttons, drawing him closer. she locked her gaze with his brown eyes, ready for the moment she had yearned for since she met him years ago.

once more, he murmured her name, his breath delicately caressing her lips. oh, how she cherished the way he said her name. he whispered, "I can't."

her eyes flickered between his, searching for a clue to his meaning. her voice a fragile whisper, "you can't what?"

"i can't do this," he admitted, loosening his grip on her waist. he squeezed his eyes shut, his forehead finding solace against her shoulder. his voice continued, distressed, "you're my best friend's little sister. you're too young."

"oh my god! I'm hardly his little sister! I'm 19," she retorted, pushing him away. her entire being felt like it was on the verge of crumbling. he looked up, reaching out toward her. she stepped back, and he took a step forward, "sol, i'm so, so sor—"

"i actually don't think i can bear listening to you right now," she choked out, a different kind of pain searing her chest. in that moment, everything hurt. the man she loved stood less than a foot away, yet she yearned to be oceans apart from him. wishing she had never met him, she thought, would spare her heart the agony of crying out his name with every beat.

she turned away, squeezing her eyes shut. she refused to let him see her tears. he already held the perception that she was childish; she couldn't afford to react too strongly and confirm his assumptions.

he approached from behind, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry."

solène let her eyes remain shut as she leaned into his touch. his lips lightly grazed the back of her shoulder, a sensation that bordered on torture. she wanted to tear her own skin away; the pain felt unbearable. carlos wrapped his suit jacket around her, and his scent swallowed her completely. as he helped free her hair from beneath the jacket, his fingertips brushed against her skin. it was sickening how desperately her body craved such a small touch, devouring it whole.

she began walking, not entirely certain of her destination, but the act of movement felt necessary. if she had remained still, she feared she might have crumbled to the ground in a torrent of tears. He trailed behind her, oblivious to the disappointment and confusion emanating from her.

they walked until her tears had dried and her feet felt sore. suddenly, a honk pierced through her melancholic thoughts, arthur's voice breaking through, "solène! we found you! come inside the car!"

she made her way over, her demeanor visibly somber, and settled into the back seat next to arthur. arthur noted how she avoided meeting carlos's gaze, even as he attempted to lock eyes with her through the car window while reaching for the passenger side door handle.

arthur easily pieced the situation together, resting his head on solène's shoulder. he had never seen her eyes so full with sadness. solène leaned into him, resting her head against his, sniffling slightly as charles began driving them back home. the drive was a silent one, the atmosphere suffocating. it was difficult for solène to breathe the same air as carlos, to be so near that she could reach out and touch him. his cologne lingered in every breath she inhaled, his jacket still wrapped around her.

her heart yearned for those same hands that had broken it in the first place. it ached to be held by carlos's hands. all solène wanted was to hear him assure her that everything was going to be alright. she was so wrong about carlos.

solène's fingers traced the textured surface of arthur's bedspread, her body sprawled belly down as she carefully highlighted key words in her notebook. she had settled on maintaining the routine of studying with arthur on weekends. it was what she knew best. arthur suggested they give going out another shot, just the two of them, without charles and carlos, arguing that one bad experience shouldn't dictate their choices.

but solène simply refused. she thought that she should’ve never insisted on switching their saturday routine in the first place. in her mind, she regretted ever pushing for a change in their saturday routine in the first place. if only she hadn't, perhaps her infatuation with carlos would have remained enjoyable.

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overslept | lando norris | ˗ˏˋ꒰○꒱

lando x oc | fluff | set during winter | gilmore girls -esque

i always oversleep, i'm always next to u. do u see me in ur dreams? 'cause i see u see me too—but i got u, i got u

a/n : this is dedicated to the dearest mo ♡!! [ @lomlando ]

though citlali loved the night before, dancing in the club, drinking until dawn, and cheering lando on after he convinced the club into letting him dj, the late mornings spent dazing in and out while being held by lando were incomparably better.

lando stirred, still half asleep, and softly asked, "are you cold, lali?"

"yeah, a little." she responded.

he rose from the bed and headed to the linen closet just outside their room. returning with yet another blanket, he crawled back into bed and wrapped it around the two of them, placing his warm hands over her cold ones.

she hummed in delight, snuggling back into him, and soon drifted to sleep once again.

as citlali woke from her warm slumber, she turned around to check if lando had woken up, only to be surprised by the empty right side of the bed.

glancing around the dim room, citlali sat up, trying to clear her foggy mind and recall whether lando had a media day today or not.

she was sure he hadn't.

just as she slipped out of bed to search for Lando, the door began to sway open. lando, using his elbow to open the door, entered with a small thermal mug in each hand.

"goodmorning, lali. i made us some hot cocoa." he said, smiling so gently that citlali could cry at the sight before her.

"lando...” she said, completely enamored, just as she felt the first time she saw him years ago.

he placed the cups on the bedside table before taking her into his arms and giving her the softest of kisses. lando was always so gentle with her, making sure she always knew that he cherished her beyond time.

he smiled, "Iali, it's the first snowfall of the season today."

her eyes lit up, "today? what!!"

lando nodded his head, "yes! i've set out a beanie and mittens for you. get your coat, and we can go out."

"you're too good, lando." she said, peppering kisses on his cheek before rushing to her closet to grab one. she stumbled into her bathroom, attempting to brush her teeth and slip into her coat simultaneously.

meanwhile, lando brought the mugs down to the kitchen, where he used the spare time to prepare quick pb & js.

lali rushed down stairs, sliding the beanie onto her head, “okay, lando, i'm ready! are you?"

lando turned around, humming, "mhm.”

the two enjoyed their sandwiches and sipped on their cocoa as they made their way out to the front yard.

citlali's eyes sparkled as the snow fell upon their beanies. she thought lando looked so pretty with snowflakes falling over him.

citlali sank to her knees, gathering snow into small, lumpy piles. after creating two, she stacked them on top of each other. she turned to lando and asked, "isn't she lovely?"

lando nodded, “yes, of course. though, she’s missing a friend.”

“really?”

lando mirrored her previous actions, creating yet another lumpy snowman right beside hers.

“look at them. they’re definitely in love.” lando confirmed.

“right! look at her little blush.” lali said, gently carving blush lines into the snowman's cheeks.

"and," lando said, stumbling through the snow to grab a stick with leaves. he returned and placed it behind his snowman's back, "-he's ready to surprise her with a very romantic, one-of-a-kind, leaf bouquet."

“oh, how cute!” lali smiled

they continued to enjoy the snow, creating little scenarios with their snow people. although lando initially wanted to name them kirk and kirkette, inspired by the odd, but fascinating, character from the show they had rewatched countless times, they eventually decided on luke and lorelai.