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Self Care Sunday

Carlos Sainz jr x reader

Carlos surprises you, but your self care gets in the way.

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Leaning over the counter you finished touching up your charcoal clay mask. Sunday nights, to you, were always self care nights- even when you were half drunk after clubbing with Carlos because of a good result, skincare was your number 1 priority.

Exiting the bathroom with a towel in your hair, mask perfectly placed, bathrobe and slippers on, and full body moisturized you started your weekly ritual. With your favorite tv show on in the living room and the candle that smells closest to Carlos’ cologne lit on the table, you stirred your pasta on the stove and prepared the table for your dinner. Carlos was in the U.S competing in the Miami GP, and you didn’t expect him to fly home right after the race was over- but he had other plans.

For weeks he had been looking forward to the Miami race because it meant coming home to you immediately, and staying for almost a whole week. Unbeknownst to you, he was waiting at your door with flowers in one of his hands and his suitcase handle in the other while you were setting up the couch for your future movie night. Your stomach dropped at the sound of the door turning, your mind immediately thinking of the worst case scenario. You whip your head around only for your eyes to meet with your favorite pair of brown doe eyes dawned with the smile lines you loved to kiss.

“Carlos!!!” you yelled, running to him and immediately jumping into his arms, your pasta long forgotten on the stove. He laughs and drops your flowers onto the floor, opting to hold you instead without a second thought. You pulled your head of the crook of his neck and examined your fiancé in front of you. “What are you doing back so soon?” you asked, trying to keep your face straight so you don’t mess up the face mask. “I wanted to surprise you, amour” he stated, his eyes roaming across your face. “I see you’ve started your self care early tonight” he observes. You sheepishly smile at him, “yeah well I had nothing to do so I figured why not”. He can barely get over how adorable you look, and he can’t help himself when he leaned forward to kiss you, frowning into the kiss when he didn’t feel you reciprocate. “y/n why aren’t you kissing me back?” he asked with an accidental pout on his lips. “i’m sorry amour, really! i tried but my face mask makes my face all tight and i can’t really move it without messing it up” As you’re explaining, Carlos finds it hard to stay serious. He cracks a smile before he loses it and leans his head back in laughter. “What’s so funny, sainz” you ask, trying to control your smirk. “I just think you’re cute” he says. “But if you won’t kiss me because you don’t want to mess your mask up, i’ll just have to mess it up for you”

You don’t have any time to process what he means by that before he strides over to the couch, throws you down onto it, and starts to tickle you all over the place. A fit of laughter breaks out and you scream, trying to hold his wrists and push them away from you. Carlos almost smiles at both of your little hands trying to push away one of his arms with no success, and continues his attack. At this point, the clay mask on your face has cracks all over the lines on your face, and it’s completely messed up- which was exactly what Carlos was aiming for. He leans back and admires you while you hold your stomach and catch your breath.

This time, when he leans in for a kiss you return it with the same amount of passion, basking in the fact that your fiancé came home early. Allowing yourself the pleasure to be here with him is the most effective thing you’ve done on self care Sunday.

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Personally my self care days are whenever Ferrari doesn’t fuck up🥰

also, would you guys ever want me to do a tag list? if so comment or leave me a message in my inbox:)

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Tossing & Turning

Charles Leclerc x Female Reader

Summary: Charles coaxes you back to sleep when your cramps keep you up.

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Tossing. Turning. Tossing. Turning. All night long you haven’t been able to get comfortable, your cramps irritating you behind belief. You were envious of your boyfriend who was still, somehow, sound asleep behind you. While he does sleep like a rock, he always gravitates toward you when you move around. If you roll out of his embrace, he blindly feels for you until he can pull you back in. He had no idea he was doing it, it was an act he committed subconsciously, yet it made you smile every time. You huff and look up at the ceiling with your arms clenching your lower stomach, so fed up with not being able to sleep. The worst part was that you couldn’t wake Charles about it as he had early training in the morning- you would feel terrible if you woke him up just to complain. With a groan, you spin around to sit with your feet on the floor of your room, looking behind you at your boyfriend sprawled out and fast asleep. Your love. Even in pain, you still took the time to admire him. You wait for your pain to die down before you get up to go to the kitchen. Unlucky for you though, as your reaching up to get the tea from the cupboard your pain returns, amplified more than before. A groan of pain escapes your lips as you simultaneously double over and drop the box of tea to the floor. You don’t even acknowledge how the sound of the box hitting the floor might wake Charles. You crouch down, unable to hold yourself up as you wait out the pain. Unbeknownst to you, Charles is awake down the hall trying to figure out why his girl isn’t in his arms anymore. He can feel the warmth on your pillow, indicating to him that you haven’t been gone long. He starts to rise slowly, but picks up the pace when he hears quiet sobs from across the house. He quickly makes his way towards the sound, his heart sinking when he sees you folded over on the floor silently crying next to a spilled box of tea bags. He knows you’re on your period, and he also knows how bad ylur cramps can be. He frowns as he comes up behind you slowly, trying not to scare you. “Amour” he whispers, “why didn’t you tell me you were in pain?” he asks as he sits and leans against the counters, slotting you between his legs. “I didn’t want to wake you, you have training tomorrow” you say as you wipe your eyes. You try your hardest not to lean into him, you don’t want to make him feel like he has to stay with you- and he doesn’t like that one bit. “Y/n” he pleads. “I’m not mad at you for waking me up, please relax and let me take care of you”. At that, you finally lean into him and let yourself feel comfort in your boyfriends embrace. You sigh when you feel his warm hands start to knead the skin over where you hurt. “Thank you” you whisper. “You don’t have to thank me amour. This is what boyfriends are for” he says as he leans down to kiss your neck. “Are you feeling better? Do you want to go back to bed?” he asks. With the nod of your head, he gently picks you up and carries you back to your room, placing you in the same spot you were in a half hour ago. Before you even have the chance to ask him where he’s going, he comes back into the room with the heating pad in his hands. You just smile at the caring man who plugs it in next to your bed and places it over your lower stomach. As he crawls back into his side of the bed he pulls you into him and your head immediately finds the crook of his neck. With the feeling of your legs intertwined and his arms wrapped around your shoulders and back, you finally feel comfortable for the first time tonight. As your on the brink of sleep you hear him whisper “Je t’aime tellement. Je t’aiderai toujours quand tu auras mal. Tu comptes tellement pour moi, y/n, et je vais t’épouser un jour.” I love you so much. I will always help you when you hurt. You mean so much to me, y/n, and I am going to marry you someday. The last thing you feel before you fall into a much needed slumber is the soft feather of his lips on your forehead, and the light comfort of his hands brushing up and down your back.

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being touch deprived and on your period at the same time is so painful😪 lonely girlies rise!!!!!!!

also, i didn’t edit this so sorry for mistakes, the gif is not mine, and i used google translate for the french:)

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Long Day

Charles Leclerc x Female Nurse Reader

Summary: After a long shift Charles is there for you to lean on.

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It wasn’t often that you had to work a 24 hour shift, but when you did it was rough. You hadn’t had one since you and Charles started dating, so he had no idea what to expect. When you were finally done with your gruesome 7pm-7pm shift, you were covered in interesting fluids, your feet and back ached in an unexplainable way, your head was pounding from all of the caffeine, and you just needed to fall asleep in Charles’ embrace. You texted Charles that you had only one more patient to visit and then you’d be done, and he clambered into his pista to pick you up as soon as he read it. You finish up with your final patient, mark off your last chart, clock out, and head towards the door looking like a zombie. When Charles sees you he quickly gets out of the drivers seat and runs around the car to open your door. All you want to do is hug him, but the state of your scrubs doesn’t allow you too. “Don’t hug me Char, I’ve got gross stuff all over my scrubs” you say with a sigh as you finally sit down. Charles just pouts at you and closes your door, making his way around to the drivers side. “Let’s get you home then, amour, so you can change and I can hug you” he says, leaning over to give you a kiss. You close your eyes and hum, letting yourself slump against the door when he pulls away and puts the car in drive.

The car ride is silent, and the second you get in the door your bag falls to the floor and your shoes come straight off. You groan and rub your eyes, too tired to move or do anything. “Do you want me to run you a bath chérie?” All you can do is nod as Charles grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom. He pushes you gently to sit on the toilet, and turns to fill the bath. While you wait, you try to take your shirt off but the exhaustion hits you too hard. You eyes fall shut and your limbs feel like they’re concrete. “Do you need help” Charles asks when he sees your defeat. “Yes please” you mumble, already feeling better being in his presence. “Arms up” he says as he lifts your scrub top and long sleeve up off your head at the same time. He then unclips your bra, throwing it over into the pile he’s made. He moves down to undo the string of your scrub bottoms, tapping your hip to silently tell you to lift them up a little. He pulls your bottoms and your underwear off at once, accumulating the pile of clothes yet again. He takes your sucks off last, and leads you over to the bath tub, holding onto your hand as you step in. Once you’re sitting, he takes the ponytail out of your hair and runs his nails across your scalp. You sigh at the feeling, leaning to the side that he stands on. “You’re not getting in” you ask, looking up at him with his favorite pair of big eyes. “I can if you want, amour” You nod your head and smile as he starts to remove his clothes. You scoot up a bit so that he can get in behind you, leaning back when you feel his hands on your shoulders pulling you into him. He litters kisses across your neck and shoulder, and you smile and lean farther into him. “I missed you while you were at work” he says between kisses. “You are the most hardworking person I know” he continues. “You do great things for the world, amour. I am so proud of you” he says, causing your eyes to water. You spin around and wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss filled with as much love as you can muster up. “Thank you” you whisper as you lean your for head on his. “I love you” you say. “Je t’aime aussi” i love you too

Charles washes your hair and your body, and dries you off with a fluffy towel when you’re done. He dresses you in one of his shirts and your favorite pair of sweatpants. He leads you over into your shared bed and tucks you in on your side before he moves to put a pair of boxers on and join you in bed. The second he gets into bed you move towards him and he pulls you in, as if you’re magnetic. You breathe in the sent of him as you bury your head into the space between his head and his neck. You marvel at the feeling of being in bed with your favorite person after an extremely long 24 hours. You fall asleep to the feeling of Charles slowly raking his hand up and down your back, and the sound of him telling you he loves you.

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🥹🥹🥹🥹

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Break Down

Charles Leclerc x Female Reader

Summary: You’re on your period and Charles makes you cry

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Everything about today had sucked so far. You woke up on your period, Charles had to go to the factory so you had to go without seeing him, your cramps were amping up, you dropped your coffee and chattered your favorite mug, and now you forgot that you were supposed to make pasta for dinner so you didn’t have any of the ingredients at home and it was too late to go to the store. As Charles walked in the door, you heard the sound of his keys being set down and his shoes coming off. You knew he was in a bad mood just because he’d didn’t call for you like he usually does the second he comes in the door. As he rounds the corner to the living room of your shared apartment he sees you laying on the couch under a blanket with your favorite show on the tv.

“Hi baby” you say, sitting up slightly. “Hi” he says shortly. “Did you make pasta yet” he asks, making your stomach drop. “No I forgot to go to the store to get the ingredients, I’m sorry I’ll make it tomorrow I promise”

Charles wasn’t mad at you, truly, he was just in a bad mood all together. He sighed loudly and rubbed his hand down his face and turned away from you, he knew he had to stop himself before he did something he would regret. You just felt so horrible and you were so emotional that you weren’t even surprised to feel the tears slip down your cheeks. The sound of you sniffling behind him caused him to turn back around, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying in front of him.

“Amour” he coos, getting down into he knees in front of you and running his hands your hair. “Why are you crying?” You look down at your hands, not being able to meet his eye. “I just feel bad b-because you were working all d-day and I should’ve at least made d-dinner for you and I h-hate disappointing you and I really hate it when you’re m-mad at me and I got my period a-and my cramps hurt and I just-“ your ramble was cut short by a particularly uncontrollable sob. You didn’t know what had come over you but the singular question he asked you caused a pandora’s box of emotions to bust open. “Oh baby, I am not mad at you or disappointed” he said as he pulled your head into his neck. “I am sorry I made it seem that way I am just tired” All you could do was nod your head in the crook of his neck, still crying and gripping his shirt with your fists. He pulls away from you and guides your head up to look at him “I love you, and I’m sorry you’re hurting” he says as he puts his hand over where you hurt, adding pressure to hopefully help relieve some of your pain. “Let’s just go get in bed, yeah?” You nod your head and let him carry you to your room, happy that your boyfriend is always there for you when you break down rather than running away.

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This is so me, when I cry about one thing it almost always leads to me crying about a million other things:)

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Updated Masterlist

last updated: 9/18/23

total works: 11

* fluff* :smut: <angst> -steamy-

most recent work: self care sunday

formula 1

•carlos sainz jr:

<*i’d do you*>

*<sleepless months>*

*family*

*self care sunday*

•charles leclerc:

<*rescue*>

*break down*

*long day*

*tossing and turning*

marvel

•steve rogers:

<*comfort*>

celebrities

•timothee chalamet:

*painting your nails*

-*teasing*-

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family

carlos sainz jr x pregnant!reader

summary: your son has a few questions about why his little sister is in your belly, and carlos is happy to explain

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Lazy mornings with your little family were your favorite. You smiled to yourself as you woke to the hushed whispers of your husband and your son. As you turn to face the other side of the bed, you’re met with 2 pairs of brown puppy dog eyes and 2 identical smiles.

“Buenos dias, mama!” good morning mom your son screeched, proud of himself for using Spanish. “Buenos dias baby” you say through a smile. He latches on to your neck and you feel Carlos’ hand rubbing patterns on your stomach. “Morning hermosa” beautiful he says going in for a kiss. “How is little girl?” he asks. “Sleeping I think. She must be tired after all the kicking she did last night” you groan, recalling the many hours you were woken due to the relentless kicking in your stomach. “lo lamento, se amable con mami” i’m sorry, be nice to mommy he says leaning to talk to his unborn daughter. You just laugh and shake your head at the pout he has on his face, guiding him up by his chin to give him another kiss.

“Papa,” your little boy starts, breaking you and Carlos apart. “How did baby get in mommy’s belly?” he asks as he puts his hand over Carlos’ on your stomach. “Well hijo” son Carlos starts. “Me and mommy love each other, and we made your sister together because we love each other” he says, hoping it’s enough to settle your sons curiosity. “Like when you and mommy make pancakes together?” he asks, now moving to sit in his fathers lap. “No, not like when we make pancakes” he laughs. “He is just made out of love, baby. When 2 people love each other so much and want a little baby like you, they will make one. That’s all I can tell you” he says, avoiding a heavier subject. “But mommy, did it hurt when baby went in your tummy?” he now turns to you with fear in his eyes over the thought of you hurting. “No buddy it didn’t hurt” you assure him, ruffling his hair; but you don’t miss the smirk Carlos sends your way remembering the night in question. “So why does baby stay in mommy’s belly for so long?” he asks, now turning to look at Carlos for the answer. “That’s just where they grow buddy. Babies need lots of space to grow and the only place there is enough room is in a mommy’s tummy” he responds. “Oh” he hums, taking in all the information he’s learning. “But how does baby come out?” he goes on, his eyes lighting up when he gets another question. “When he is ready to come out me and Mommy will go to the hospital and the doctors will help her come out” Carlos answers. “But does it hurt?” your son asks, once again scared of you being hurt. “Only a little bit” you say, “but it is worth it because then we get to hold your little sister”.

As your son continues asking questions and Carlos continues tracing patterns across your stomach, you can’t help but smile at the little life you’ve created. Who knew one bed could hold so much love on a random morning.

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hope you guys enjoyed this short little blurb:) sorry it’s been so long since i’ve posted, there was a lot going on and then i started school but in honor of Carlos’ birthday AND pole today i figured i’d post something!! might clear my drafts out and post some more in the next week or so<3

also my inbox is open, so request anything if you have any ideas! or if you just want to talk to someone, feel free!

okay last thing, thank you all for the support, it’s so special to me to have people with the same interests reading and liking my work, i want to give you all hugs<333

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sleepless months

carlos sainz jr x mclaren worker reader

summary: you had always felt like more than a friend to carlos, and when he noticed you’re being overworked he steps in to help

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Carlos had always loved you. Ever since you were 2 young hellions, he would pull your curly locks to get a kick out of you, and when you would cry he would feel bad instantly. Same is true today; when he goes on and on about how ferrari is better just to see you get angry and defend McLaren. There was no tension between you because of your competing teams, it almost seemed as if nothing could get between you two- but in your eyes there was one small thing that could ruin things. The fact that you had always felt more towards Carlos was known by many except the man himself. You didn’t want to voice your feelings, just in case they aren’t reciprocated. You would be lost without Carlos, there was no way you could risk your lifelong friendship; he meant too much to you and knew you too well. Thats exactly how he found himself curled up with you asleep in his arms.

He had been starting to notice you at the track way more than usual. It seemed as though you always arrived before him, and always left way after him. When Lando and Carlos shared a podium, the entirety of both teams went to a club to party. The entirety of both teams minus you. He was starting to see less and less of you. You went from stopping in the paddock to chat with him, to you buzzing by him with hundreds of papers in your hands. You used to ask him to coffee after work or to hang out with him and his driver friends on friday nights during weekends, but now you were nowhere to be seen- except for work.

On this specific day, it was a rainy Thursday evening at Silverstone. All of the driver’s media duties had been carried out, and they were all on their way back to their houses to prepare for the upcoming race. While Carlos was on his way out, he couldn’t help but notice that you were still bustling about in the McLaren part of the paddock- always with a seemingly never ending stack of papers balanced in your hands.

“y/n!” Carlos called out from outside the building, trying to get your attention. You were too tired and too worked up to hear him as you kept scurrying about the room. As he entered through the McLaren doors he could tell in the way you were shaking that something was wrong. “y/n?” he repeated, hoping for a reaction this time. You spun around at the sound of another persons voice, you thought everyone had already left. “C-carlos? what are you doing here?” you questioned, your grip on your papers slowly slipping. “I got here a bit late so i had to stay longer to finish up a few things and on my way out i saw you were still here. Why are you still here?” he questioned back. “I have more work to do” you simply replied, your grip returning to your papers as you turned around to continue your current task.

Carlos knew from years of friendship that something was wrong. He also knew that something had been wrong for months. The pieces in his mind suddenly clicked- you joined the team at McLaren 3 months ago, you were always here longer than anyone else, you always had so many papers in your hands, and you always seemed to be busy. “y/n, how long have you been working today?” he asked, trying to seem nonchalant. “I don’t know, Carlos” you replied with a sigh, still focussed on your task. “Probably since, like, 6 maybe?”. He gaped at you when his eyes returned from his watch “y/n, you do realize it’s 9:30 at night, right?” Your eyes went wide as you looked down at your own watch, how had it gotten that late so fast?

“Oh my god” you mumbled, more to yourself but Carlos still heard. “Oh my god. It’s almost 10 and I still have so much to do. Oh my god, what am I going to do?” you set your papers down on the nearest table so you could hang your head in your hands. As Carlos watched the girl he had always loved and tried to protect fall apart right in front of him, there was nothing he could do to stop himself from pulling you into a warm embrace. “Carino (dear) what’s wrong?” he asked softly as you leaned into his warm touch. “I just, I still have so much to do and the day is almost over. H-he’s going to fire me if i d-don’t meet his expectations. I’m just n-not trying h-hard enough” you said, trying to choke back your emotions. Much to your dismay, Carlis pulled back from the hug and took a hold on each of your shoulders. “y/n” he started. “listen to me, you are trying hard enough. you are trying harder than anyone else here. I see how you are the first to arrive and the last to leave. I see how you are always spending your free time doing work, okay? I see you” he said, looking down so that his large puppy dog eyes met your sad watery ones. All you could do was nod your head and wipe your eyes, trying your hardest to keep yourself together. “How much sleep did you get last night bebé (baby)? You look tired” he said, pulling back a strand of lose hair and tucking it behind your ear. “I don’t know, barely any” you replied, embarrassed at your lack of self care. “When was the last time you got a full 8 hours of sleep?” he asked you, concern hidden in his voice. With a sigh, you replied “not since i started this job probably”

Without another word, Carlos picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and snaked your arms around his neck out of instinct. “Carlos, where are you taking me?” you asked, too tired to put up a fight. “Somewhere where you can finally get a full nights sleep” he simply stated. As he carried you, you eyes slowly drifted shut and your head leaned into the space between his neck and collarbone. Carlos smiled at the feeling of you nuzzling against him, happy to have his girl finally calm. He carried you to his car and put you in the passengers seat, making sure to reach across you to buckle you in before going to the drivers side of the car. As he drove you towards the 5 star hotel he was staying at, he smiled and the sound of your soft breathing. When Carlos pulled the car up to the valet, he went around to unbuckle you and pick you up bridle style. Groggily, you wrapped your arms around his neck for the second time that night and leaned into his chest. The next time you opened your eyes you were inside of a luxurious hotel room, so it surely wasn’t yours. “Carlos, where are we?” you asked, your voice scratchy from your previous state of sleep. “My hotel room, do you want different clothes to sleep in?” he asked. As you looked down, you realized that your jeans were probably the last thing you would want to sleep in. With a nod of your head, Carlos turned to his suitcase to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a big shirt. “Arms up” he said when he made his way back to where you were sitting on the bed. Following his instructions, you lifted your arms up so he could peel your McLaren work shirt off your head to replace it with one of his many black t shirts. While they are usually form fitting on his strong chest, it is extremely lose on yours, and almost goes down to your knees. “Do you want me to put these on you, or do you want to do it yourself?” he asks, holding up the pair of grey sweatpants. “You” you mumbled, unable to keep your eyes open. He grabbed your hands and lightly pulled you up. You used him as a beam to lean on while he carefully unbuttoned your pants and pulled your jeans down. While he would normally jump at the idea of undressing you and spending the night with you, this was not the time for him to get excited- and he knew that. This was about him taking care of you, and he didn’t see it in a sexual way at all. He hoped you knew that he wouldn’t take advantage of you in this state, and you did know that. As he slid his larger sweatpants onto your smaller legs you smiled at the idea of him taking care of you. He tied the waistband tight enough so that they wouldn’t fall down, but the band of your underwear still peaked out until he dropped your shirt so it cascaded down until your mid thighs. Carlos led you to the bed and pulled back the covers for you, tucking you into the comfiest bed you’d ever felt. Your senses seemed to quicken though as you saw him turn from you and start walking. “Wait” you said sitting up. “You’re leaving?”

Carlos smiled at the sight in front of him. His beautiful girl sitting wrapped up in the covers of his hotel bed, wearing his clothes and asking you to stay. “No carino, i’m just going to get myself a change of clothes” he smiled. Your cheeks heated as you laid back down. All you could do was nod your head and try your best to stay awake until Carlos got into bed. When he did, he instantly pulled you to him as if you two were magnets. You snuggled into his neck and he wrapped his large arms around you, using his body as the comfiest blanket you’d ever felt. You hummed happily as you put one leg in between his and moved impossibly deeper into his embrace. One of his hands moved up to stroke your hair as he whispered sweet nothings to you about how much you mean to him and how important you are.

That night, as you were enclosed in Carlos’ arms and entangled with his body, you got the best nights sleep of your life.

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i am clearly so deprived of affection 😶

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~I’d do you~

carlos sainz jr x female f1 driver reader

summary: carlos and the rest of the grid won’t stand for misogyny, especially when it comes to you

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It felt so great to be apart of a team, a family even. Over your first few years on the F1 grid, you had gained life long friends, and the relationship of your dreams. Carlos was the perfect boyfriend, and even though the public didn’t know about the two of you, he was still always there for you. Because of that, he wasn’t going to let you put up with an asshole interview- even if it might out your relationship.

“Great race Lando, do you see a better future for McLaren? More frequent podiums maybe?” the interviewer questioned. You didn’t necessarily listen to Landos answer, as Carlos’ hand was making its way onto your thigh from your right, and Seb was smiling at the action from your left. While the media and the general public didn’t know about your secret lover, everyone on the grid did and they had so much love for you two.

Your head perked up at the following statement, “My next question is for y/n”. You always got excited to answer questions for the public, hoping that everyone would like your answers. “Do you find it hard to contain yourself when you’re around all the drivers on the grid? There are some pretty good looking men around you, i’m sure it can get hard” the interviewer questioned. You were set off a little by the question, but you could tell Carlos was set off a lot by the way his hold on your thigh tightened. “No, not really” you replied. “These guys are like my family, and believe it or not I actually can contain myself around good looking guys anyways”. The interviewer just laughed as if you were joking, and made a face that implied he thought you were. In some ways you were upset by the question, and you told yourself you would get a real one the next time around. Boy were you wrong.

“Doesn’t you’re makeup rub off under your helmet y/n?” “What kind of underwear do you have to wear under your suit y/n?” “Do have a boyfriend? If so, is he scared of you being unfaithful since you’re around all these men all day?”

Question after question you just got asked questions related to your gender. You were starting to get pissed, and you could tell everyone else was as well. By the time the interviewer asked Max “Is it unsettling to have a female amongst all you men on the grid?” you could tell the atmosphere had shifted. Carlos was fuming on one side of you, and Seb was unsuccessfully hiding his disdain on the opposite site. You gently parted Carlos’ thigh to try to calm him down. “Carlos calm down, i’m used to it” you said with your eyes when you tuned to look at him. “It’s not okay” he seemed to imply back with his large puppy dog eyes- but rather than looking innocent they looked venomous.

The interviewer continued asking everyone around you about their car and the previous race, all things that were expected. You were really starting to get tired of the interview, almost reaching an hour long. You were ready to be done.

“Alright, I have one final question for y/n” the interviewer asked. You back straightened and your mood brightened, hoping and praying that you would get a real question this time. “Who on the grid would you want to do the most?” he asked with genuine question in his voice. Your face fell and your cheeks brightened with anger. Before you had the chance to respond, Carlos interrupted you. “I’m sorry sir, but would you ask that kind of question to everyone else on the grid?” he demanded. “You have been asking y/n very unprofessional questions all day and I’m not too sure why you think it’s okay”. The look on the interviews face proved that Carlos’ harsher words got to him enough, but Carlos had only awoken the beast that was the rest of the grid.

“I totally agree” Seb added with disgust laced in his voice.

“Me also. I’m not too sure why you still have a job” Max bit out.

“I’m very disappointed in your questions, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t interview us again” said Charles.

Lewis mumbled “Its complete shit” from somewhere to the left of you, and George mumbled in agreement from next to him.

“Did you notice that you didn’t ask y/n a question about racing once? For the entire interview you’ve just been focusing on gender related things” Carlos pointed out. He was beginning to stand, his anger controlling him. “I truly don’t know why you think this is okay. y/n is a driver just like the rest of us, and she’s a hell of a good one at that. Eres un gilipollas (you are an asshole)” he said, knowing the interview didn’t speak spanish.

Every. single. driver. on that grid took turns yelling at that interviewer. They went until they were red in the face and all the journalists pencils were breaking from the pressure of getting everything down on paper.

Finally, Danny put the interview to an end, “We will be leaving now. Thank you for an absolute shit interview today. I hope a bird shits on your car” he added the last part with a smirk on his face as he stood to leave. Carlos grabbed your hand and pulled you up, not caring that the camera would catch it. As you all stood and left the interviewer stunned, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. Grateful for the people surrounding you, and grateful for the man holding your hand through it all.

“Thank you guys” you said with tears forming in your eyes. “You really didn’t have to do that, your guys’ media managers are going to hate you for the things you said” you added, trying to make the situation lighter. However, your attempt at trying to make yourself seem okay didn’t work. These 18 boys were your brothers (carlos excluded), and they could tell you were upset.

“I really don’t care” Danny said. “All that matters is that he’ll get fired and you’ll stay hired” he winked at you. You smiled, always counting on Danny to make you smile amidst tears.

“Honestly y/n you don’t have to thank us” Charles said, stepping up to pat you on the shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t thank us. That’s what brothers are for” Lance winked.

“You okay Kid?” Seb asked as he stood in front of you, his kind eyes searching yours for signs of distress. “Yes, i’m okay now” you smiled back. Even though they all know that was a lie, they saw Carlos’ slight nod from behind you implying that you would be. They all knew Carlos would take care of you, and they all trusted him with their little sister. Seb smiled and kissed your forehead, turning to go do whatever he needed.

As you and Carlos made your way back to your drivers room you just kept replaying the questions in your head, accidentally working yourself up again. You didn’t even realize you had been crying again until the door to your room was shut and Carlos was wiping your tears.

“I’m sorry hermosa (beautiful)” he cooed, moving you to curl against him on the couch. With your face tucked into his chest and his arms around you, you felt safe to cry even harder. You cried for women all over the world frustrated with how they’re treated. You cried for the naive girl you once used to be who was excited to get fair treatment in the worldwide sport. You cried for your lost hopes and your new found anger. You cried for so long with your tears staining Carlos’ shirt and his hand rubbing up and down your back. When you were finally ready to leave Carlos’ comforting smell and embrace surrounding you, you looked up into the eyes of the man you loved so much. He smiled down at you, immense pride filling his chest at the woman in his arms. He would always be proud of all you accomplish, and he would always be your number one supporter.

“Just so you’re aware” you started, a smile already starting to spread across your face. “I’d do you”.

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charles leclerc x reader

summary: your night out suddenly went wrong, and charles comes to your rescue.

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Your night out had started like any other. Wearing your favorite red dress with your hair in an updo that made you feel so classy; you were excited for the night. Isa picked you up at 8:00pm, and you were ready to enter the warm evening of monoco in search of some fun. Isa insisted on it being just you two, but you knew that was just because she didn’t want you to third wheel with her Carlos, and you were grateful that she knew you wouldn’t want to without having to discuss it.

When you arrived at one of Isa’s favorite clubs that you had never been to, you immediately went up to the bar with Isa’s arm linked with yours- you were ready to have some fun. While you were on the dance floor, Isa spotted a friend of hers from across the room. You assured her it was okay if she left you for a bit and went to talk to her, and sue hesitantly agreed. As she walked away you went back up to the bar for another drink- opting for one you could sip on this time. While you were waiting, you sat on a barstool and got your phone out to check if anyone had massaged you. When you saw Charles had texted you your stomach did a nervous flip. It was silly to have a crush on a family friend, but you just couldn’t help it. You saw the bartender set your drink on the counter in front of you, but you were focussed on your phone. Before you had a chance to respond you felt a hand on your leg. Assuming it was Isa, you looked to your left with a smile on your face; but your smile faltered when you saw that it was a stranger who seemed way too old for a place like this. You knew it was wrong to judge someone you didn’t know, but you instantly felt a warning in your gut to stay away from him.

“Please take your hand off of me, my friend is right across the room” you said as firmly as you could, but you knew he could hear the tremble in your voice.

“Why? I just want to know what a pretty girl like you is doing all alone in a place like this” he countered.

“Like I said, my friend is across the room. I’m not alone. Please move your hand, I have a boyfriend” you lied.

Leaning impossibly closer he said, “Well where is your boyfriend tonight?”

You ignored his question and got up and went to the ladies room on wobbly legs. At this point your hands were shaking and starting to sweat, you were just so creeped out. You didn’t see Isa on your way to the bathroom and the first thing that came to your mind was to text someone for help. When you opened your phone you were still in your messages with Charles. Without hesitating you texted him.

You: Charles can you come pick me up please?

You: If you’re busy that’s okay.

Charles: Are you okay?

Charles: I’m on my way. You’re at the club on fifth street right?

You: Yes.

Charles: Y/n are you okay?

Charles: Y/n

You hadn’t had the chance to answer before you received an incoming call from Charles. “Hello?” you answered with an even more shaken voice.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Have you been crying?” he asked.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he questioned you. “Y-yes i’m okay. There was just a creepy old m-man and he was all o-over me and I couldn’t f-find Isa so i didn’t know w-what to do and-“

“Y/n stop it’s okay baby. I’m almost there okay? Don’t go near him.” he interrupted.

“Okay” you said back, swallowing your sobs so that he wouldn’t worry. “Can you stay on the phone with me please?”

“Of course amour” he replied.

After 2 or 3 more minutes Charles told you he was pulling up the the curb now and you told him you were okay to go out yourself, but he insisted you stay on the phone just in case. As you were exiting the bathroom your stomach dropped when you saw him waiting for you. “C-charles” you whispered. “He was waiting for me to get out p-please come inside” Before you could even finish your sentence you heard his car door slam on your phone speaker, and the creep started coming your way.

“There you are sugar what took you so long?” he smirked. “Here’s your drink, I kept it safe for you”.

You didn’t even have to look at your drink to know he put something in it while you were gone. Your face paled and you stepped back, trying to distance yourself. Before he could say anything else, Charles came around from behind him abd walked straight into you, pulling you into a warm embrace. He tucked your head into the crook of his neck and held the back of your head with one hand while the other rubbed comforting up and down your back. Your tears started to fall faster out of relief. His familiar sent felt like salvation to you in this moment. He pulled you away and hooked an arm across your shoulders walking you out of the bar and throwing the creep a dirty look. When you got into the car and turned to you and held your head in his hands.

“Are you okay mon ange?” he asked, scanning your face as if he was looking for any sign that you weren’t.

“Yes i’m okay” you said, putting your head down slightly to hide your tears. “I’m sorry i ruined your night, i was probably just being dramatic and my tears are all over your shirt i’m sor- “

“Y/n please stop apologizing. I will always drop everything for you, you are so important to me and i’m sorry that this happened to you” he said pulling you into him. “You don’t need to apologize for being scared or for crying” he assured, as he put his hand on the back of your head and comfortingly scratched your scalp.

The feeling of him just being there for you and the nerves finally caught up to you as you cried into his check again. He never once let up on the scratches, occasionally kissing your head and whispering sweet nothings in your ear to try to call you down.

You pulled away and Charles wiped your tears, smiling down at the girl he had loved all his life. “Thank you Charles” you said, your words full of love as you looked up at the man you had loved all your life.

“Your welcome mon soleil” he responded. “I will always be there for you” he added, his words full of truth.

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a/n: i’ve missed you all, hope you’re well and happy easter:) also i’m still writing on my phone so i’m sorry if that messes anything up:(

steve rogers x shield worker y/n

summary: when you breakup with your abusive ex he gets nasty, and there’s only one place for you to go…

tw’s: abuse

*not proof read* *not my gif*

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You knew this was going to start a fight, but you had to do it. Ryan had been your boyfriend for the least 12 months, and he was violent with you for 10 of of them. Usually is violence was caused by one too many beers or not enough attention from you- and was always followed by a profuse apology and a pledge to do better. You believed him the first few times, but after watching him drunkenly pass (out after promising you things you knew he wouldn’t follow up on) every night for a week straight, you knew he was full of shit.

It was a Friday night, the only day you could get away from Tony and his never ending pile of work and whining, you showed up at Ryan’s front door. You used your key to unlock the front door and came in calling “Ryan, where are you?” When you didn’t hear him you figured he was either passed out on the couch or not home- but to your surprise you heard laughing the deeper into the house you went.

“Ryan?” you yelled again. You knew someone was here, and in the back of your mind you knew- you just had that gut feeling. You moved slowly towards the bedroom of the house, the floorboards quietly wining beneath you. The closer you got to the bedroom the more you knew. As you opened the door and saw Ryan with a shirtless girl on top of him your stomach twisted.

“You son of a bitch!” you yelled at him, causing the exposed girl to gasp and jump off of him. He bolted up straight, his blonde hair amiss atop his head. You turn and run out of the hallway back to the front door where you left your shoes. You had to get out of there, you couldn’t stand to look at his face.

“No y/n wait! Please wait, let me explain!” he called after you, running from the room to catch up to you.

“No Ryan I don’t need to hear your fucking excuses. I know what I saw! There’s nothing for you to explain” you responded, wincing at your harsh tone. You knew what was going to happen now that you yelled, he always got mean when you stood up for yourself.

“You’ve always been a bitch you know that? So what i had a girl on me, wasn’t the first time since i met you!” he spat in your face. “Don’t pretend you care about me y/n. I know you run off to that super soldier every damn day. What do you expect me to do every night when you’re away?”

You couldn’t believe he was turning this around on you. You couldn’t stop yourself before you screamed “Stop acting like a victim Ryan! It is not my fault that you’re insecure, okay?” As soon as it left your mouth you knew what would happen next, but now that you were on a role you couldn’t stop. I’m doing my fucking job by being with Steve, but I’m pretty sure your job doesn’t require blondes to be all over you with their tits out!”’

It’s like slow motion every time. You can see his eyes darken and his brows furrow, his bottom row of teeth are shown as he grinds his jaw. He has you pinned against the front door, trapped between his body. He pulls his arm back and before you have the chance to protect yourself he backhands you across the face. Your washed over with the familiar sting, and once again left with an indescribable empty feeling.

“Don’t you ever say that shit to me y/n! You don’t know what it’s like in my mind” he screams getting closer to your face and pointing at his head. “It’s not easy being me okay? You don’t fucking get that, you’re good for nothing” he yells.

“You’re a fucking psychopath! That doesn’t give you any excuse to treat me this way!” you respond. Your faces are so close that he would hear you if you whispered, but you yell anyways. His hand comes up to grip your throat and you panic.

“You think i treat you bad?” he laughs in your face. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be treated bad” he spits before he throws you down. You have no time to respond before he kicks you swiftly in the stomach. The air is knocked out of you, but you don’t have time to catch it before another kick lands on your ribs. You wince in pain but that doesn’t stop him.

“You’ll never find anyone who treated you as well as i did” he yells through gritted teeth. He crouches down so that he can lean close enough to your face for you to feel his breath as he speaks. “You were nothing but a good fuck y/n, but now you’re not around enough for that. We’re fucking done.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until he brought his hand up to wipe a tear away. You’re taken aback by the nice gesture, but he ruins it when he pulls his hand back and aims to punch you in the center of your face. Luckily, you saw him position his arm in time to move your head away from his fist, almost missing it. His punch lands on your right eye, inflicting a pain you’ve never experienced before.

He lands one last kick to your already brushing ribs and calmly says, “Get the fuck out of my house. I never want to see your face again”. Before turning and going back down the hall to his room. As you pull yourself up off the ground you don’t even try to hide your sobs. You stumble out of the house and out onto the sidewalk. You walked here from work because the avengers tower is only a few blocks away, but your side hurts to bad to bare walking all the way back. You pull out your phone and call the first person who comes to your mind.

“Steve… are you there?” you ask into the phone softly.

“Y/n? Yeah i’m here, what’s going on?” her responds.

“I-i- um… I need you to-“ you cut yourself off with a sob.

“Okay okay shh honey it’s okay, where are you?”

You tell him the street you’re on and he immediately hangs up leaving you to sit on the curb a few houses down in silence. You can’t stop replaying the fight in your head, it was the worst night of your life.

Three minutes after Steve hands up he pulls his gray Mercedes over to curb so you can get in. You slowly get up trying not to show the pain in your side, but probably failing. When you get in the car you can’t meet his eyes. As you buckle your seatbelt he reaches over to push a strand of hair behind your ears and smiles at you. You can see the worry in his eyes, but he says nothing.

The ride back to the tower is silent, and when he gets out of the car you don’t have the energy to move. He comes around to your side, opens the door, unbuckles your seatbelt, and grabs your hand to gently lead you out of the car. He places his hand on the small of your back to lead you into the tower elevator. He presses the button for the level his room is on, and leads you to it. As soon as the door closes behind him you break down sobbing. He quickly crosses the room to you and takes you in his arms.

“It’s okay honey, you’re okay I’m here” he coos to try to calm you down. He smooths your hair and rubs up and down your back, allowing you to cry it out on his chest. His arms wrapped around you feel like a warm protective blanket that you dread leaving, but you pull away when the tears stop flowing.

“Thank you for coming, you really didn’t have to” you say shyly, looking down and picking at your nails.

“Y/n, I will always come when you call, okay? Always” he affirms.

You nod your head as your eyes start to water again. “Oh no i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry again” he says worriedly reaching his thumbs up to catch the fallen tears. You wince as his thumb touches your right eye, and you know there’s a bruise starting to form.

He leads you to sit down on his bed and he crouches in front of you. “Y/n, who did this to you?” he asks, softly but still seriously.

“My ex boyfriend. I, um, i was at his house a-and when i got there he w-was with another g-girl and we just got into this huge f-fight and-“ you stutter out, trying to choke back your sobs.

“It’s okay sweetie, take your time” steve says while brushing away your hair. He leaves his land on the left side of your head, making sure your eyes stay on him. The feeling of his rough calloused hand against the soft skin of your cheek brings you enough comfort to keep going.

“We were just y-yelling at one another and he just got so m-mad he choked me and kicked me and hit me” you retell bringing the tears back to your eyes as the memories come back.

Steve’s eyes darken as he hears what Ryan did to you, but his touch stays gentle. “Where did he hit you baby?” he asks, moving his thumb back and forth on your cheek.

“My stomach and my side and my face” you respond.

“Can I see?” he asks as he moves his hand down to the hem of your shirt. You nod your head, and he slowly lifts your shirt up. You raise your arms so he can get it all the way off, leaving you in only your tan bra. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees the start of bruises forming on your ribs and stomach. Your eyes begin to water again as you look down at what Ryan did to you.

“Baby these are pretty bad. I’m going to go get you some ice for your ribs and your eye, it’s starting to bruise too” Steve says as he turns to leave the room.

“Wait no-“ you say quickly, grabbing his wrist and standing up so fast that a shot of pain is sent up your body. “Please don’t leave”.

“Baby you need to sit back down, you’re in pain.” he reprimands. “I’ll be right back, I promise” he says, leaving a kiss on your head and turning to head out the door.

Once he’s gone you stand up slowly and head to the bathroom. You flip the light switch on and you’re instantly met with your own face in the mirror. You mean in to examine the purple and yellow bruise starting to form around your eye, pressing down to see if it will hurt and wincing when it does. Next you lift your chin up to see the marks left on your neck when Ryan choked you. Finally, you turn to the side to see a nasty bruise forming across your ribs. As you step back to take in your reflection as a whole you start to tear up. What did you do to deserve this? Why did I have to fight with him? What did he have to-

“Y/n what are you doing?” Steve calls out, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, i’m sorry i was just looking at the bruises in the mirror”

“Y/n don’t be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for okay?” When you don’t answer he knows something is wrong. “Y/n, what’s wrong? What are you thinking about?”

“We’ll I’m just trying to think about what i said that caused this, i mean i must’ve said something to make him mad. maybe if i just didn’t yell after he called me a bitch none of this would’ve happened. It’s all my fau-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence y/n. This is not your fault, okay?” he asks, setting his supplies on the counter and turning you away from the mirror so you’re facing him. “You did nothing wrong. This is completely his fault y/n, you don’t need to blame yourself for anything. Do you understand?”

Usually his firm tone would scare you, but now it makes you believe what he’s saying. You nod your head and he smiles at you. “Good. Now, i got you ice for your eye and a cooling pack so you can lay it on your side. I also got you pain meds and a change of clothes” he lists off.

“Thank you” you respond quietly. You take the meds and turn to walk deeper into the bathroom to change. With your back facing the door you reach your back to unclasp your bra, but it hurts too bad to snake your arm so far back.

“Steve” you call.

“Yeah?” he responds, moving back into the doorframe.

“It hurts to bad for me to get my bra off. Can you maybe help me?” you ask, nervous of crossing a boundary. “Never mind i’m sorry i’m not sure what i was thinking i-“ you’re cut off by the feeling of Steve hands on your upper arms.

“Y/n it’s okay, of course i’ll help” he says softly. You feel his hands move from your arms back to the clasp of your bra. It’s quickly undone, and you feel his hands back onto your arms to pull the straps down. It falls to floor and he reaches over to the counter for the shirt he got for you. You lift your arms up and he slides the oversized shirt on with ease. It falls down to your mid thigh, and pools around you wrapping you in Steve’s scent. “Do you want me to help you change your pants too?” he ask softly. You nod your head in response , and he leans forward a little bit to work your pants down your legs. He grabs the smallest sweatpants he could find off of the counter and reaches around from behind you so that you can step into each leg. He slowly pulls the soft fabric up your legs, and folds the waistband over a few times so that they don’t fall down. He turns you around by your shoulders and leads you over to his bed, making sure to bring the ice with him. You get up into his bed and wrap yourself in his duvet. He gets in after you and pulls you toward him, slowly placing the ice pad on the side that’s facing up, and gently holding the ice to you’re eye. You tuck your hands up under your chin and snuggle up again his chest. One of his hands wraps around you, ensuring your place against him and drawing shapes aimlessly while the other keeps the ice in place on your face.

Your eyes water as you think about all he’s done for you tonight. “Thank you Steve, you didn’t have to do all of this. I’m sorry I messed up your night” you sigh out of guilt.

“Shhh y/n. You don’t even need to be sorry to me okay? I will always be there when you need me. You mean so much to me y/n. I’m never going to let someone hurt you like this again” he says, telling the complete and utter truth.

You fall asleep listening to his breathing and feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. You think about the words he spoke, and you believe them 100%.

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Wow, that was sad. I hope you enjoyed, and I am always here if you need to talk to me. Please, if you’re experiencing any form of domestic violence call someone. Friends, family, strangers on the internment, authorities, it doesn’t matter. You’re not alone, and you deserve so much more. There is always someone out there who loves you, and Captain Rogers will always be there to save you in some parallel universe:)

Thank you for reading<3

-e

[gottaluvharry]

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a/n: thank you for the love on my last post!!! i appreciate all of you more than you know:) thank you thank you thank you. once again sorry if this has a weird layout or something, i’m typing this on my phone as i don’t have a laptop. xxx

summary: y/n and tomothee had been texting until he suddenly ghosted, so when she sees timmy in a club she teases him by dancing with another man

tw’s: nothing much except for sexual dancing and alcohol

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It had been days since the last conversation I had with Timothee and I was aching to talk to him again. He was so flirty and I really liked him, but his alleged lack of interest got me kind of down.

I listened to The Weeknd and did my makeup, singing and dancing around my room while I got ready- if there was anything that could cheer me up it was a night out with my girls. I gazed at my reflection in the full length mirror- a tall and bronzed figure wearing a little black dress just long enough to keep you wanting more with fluffed up hair and dark sexy makeup stared back. I was ready.

My girls picked me up and we pregamed in the car. We entered the exclusive club already feeling the buzz of our previous shots, excited for what the night might hold. The night was still young after all.

As I danced and drank with my friends, I almost forgot about Timothee- at least until I saw the familiar head of curls across the room. We had worked together on the set of ‘Hot Summer’s Night’, but that felt like eons ago and we were only kids then. Still, after all those years I would never mistake those familiar green eyes and deep messy hair for anyone besides Timothee Chalamet. We locked eyes as I was spinning my friend around my extended arm, and my stomach did backflips at the sight of him. I wondered if he felt the same way. I decided that my only remedy to his sudden appearance was more shots. 5 more shots to be exact.

My judgement was now tainted by the liquid courage, and I danced freely forgetting about Timothee altogether. As i danced up against my friend I caught Timothee eyes. He was sitting at the bar facing towards the dance floor leaning back against the bar counter. His legs spread in the typical ‘man with a big ego’ style, but he made it look so good. He gave me a slight smirk as I flipped my hair to one side and kept his gaze. I noticed that he wasn’t paying any attention to his friend beside him who seemed to be trying to talk to him, but I was pulled out of my thoughts as someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and a tall man with blonde hair and handsome eyes looked down on me.

“May I have your next dance?” he asked as the previous song faded.

I smirked at the idea of Timothee watching me with another man, wondering and secretly hoping he would get jealous. I knew it was an awful thing to do, but my 8 shots begged to differ.

“You may,” I responded mimicking him.

I took his outstretched hand and spun around so my back was pressed flush to his chest.

*i imagined ‘the color violet’ starting to play in the back:)*

I caught Timothee’s eyes and smirked as I leaned back against the blonde guy and closed my eyes feeling the base shake my body. His hands quickly funding my hips and guiding me while mine reached up behind his head to the base of his neck. The orange-ish yellow-ish lights shone down on me as him and I moved together to the beat of the music. I felt like I was moving weightless through the air, completely unaware to everything around me besides Timothee’s gaze. His eye color was a bright shade of green, but the emotion on his face made them seem like the darkest shade of green. Almost as if emerald was fusing with obsidian. He shifted in his seat, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Instead of looking bored and uninterested, he now seemed to be hot and bothered- perfect.

As the song continued I never took my eyes off of him. Something about me dancing against a stranger while keeping eye contact with Timothee the entire time in a high profile club was so exciting. I could feel the sweat staring to stick to my chest, and I knew Timothee could see it shine in the light because of the way he adjusted himself. Even from so far away I could see the darkness in his expression and the lump in his throat. As the song slowly game to an end, the guy turned me to face him, kissed my cheek, whispered a goodbye, and disappeared into the sea of bodies. When I flipped back around to look for Timothee, he was nowhere to be seen. I was almost upset, until I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stick up. A familiarly intimidating presence lingered directly behind me, and I knew exactly who it was.

……. part 2???

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-e

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a/n: hiii! my first post on tumblr lol. i’ve written little imagines like this before but i’ve only ever posted one on wattpad so i’m sorry if it’s not the best:) I also typed this on my phone so i’m sorry if that messes with the format or whatever

summary: you get frustrated while you’re painting your nails and Timmy steps in to help you

tw’s: some cussing but that’s all

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“Ugh” you sigh as you attempt, once again, to paint your right hand. Your tongue was sticking out and you’re eyebrows pinched together in extreme focus, and yet you still couldn’t manage to get it right.

“For fucks sake” you sigh, really starting to get frustrated. You grab the cotton round that’s already doused in nail polish remover and began to scrub the red off of your fingers.

“Hey, Mon Amour” your boyfriend Timothée calls from the front door. He had been out running errands and told you to do something for yourself in your spare time. He was always so attentive to your needs and he could tell you needed some alone time. Whether he actually needed to run errands or was just giving you space was a mystery to you. You didn’t even hear him due to your intense focus as you retry to paint the same 5 fingers for the fourth time.

“God dammit” you grumble, finally throwing in the towel and giving up.

“Mon Amour, what are you mumbling about?” Timmy asks you as he rounds the corner. When he sees you slouched on the bathroom floor with your back facing him panic instantly runs up his body. He paces up to you and puts a reassuring hand on your back, preparing himself to help you with whatever you might need. When he looks over your shoulder and sees that you’re only painting your nails, he breaths a breath of relief.

“Jeez baby I thought something was wrong” he laughs, shaking his head with a slight smirk at his own stupidity.

“No,” you grumble, “I’m just trying to do something for myself like you suggested and I remember you gave me this nail polish last week and I was so, so, so excited to use it and show you when you got home, but I just can’t paint my right hand” you whine with tears brimming in your eyes. Your frustration had finally boiled over and you couldn’t handle it anymore without tearing up.

Timmy responded by rubbing his hand that remained on you’re back, and used his other hand to lift your chin and wipe your tears. “Love don’t cry, it’s not that big of a deal I promise.”

“But it is” you respond, keeping your chin up and looking at him even though his hand wasn’t there anymore. “I really wanted to show you the pretty polish you got me and I wanted to do something productive with my time but instead i’ve been sitting here for 45 minutes and I feel so stupid. What kind of person can’t paint 5 nails” you say, looking down embarrassed with more tears spilling out.

“Baby don’t be embarrassed, you’re not stupid” he says using his hand to lift your chin again. “I wouldn’t be able to make my nails look that pretty even if I sat here for an hour.” he responded, trying to do anything to get your spirits up in a gentle way. “What can I do for you? Do you want me to help you paint your hand?” he suggests.

Your eyes perk up and you eagerly nod your head. He smiles at your reaction and moves to sit on the floor in front of you criss cross applesauce. He gently grabs your right hand and sets it on his thigh, and then grabs the brush part of the polish. He picks your hand back up and turns all of his attention to painting your nails. He starts with your middle finger first and gently strokes your nail with the brush. When he’s done, he moves on to your index finger and repeats the same steps. You watch him has he continues to move through all of your fingers, painting them with such care. You marvel at your boyfriend, wondering how you ever got so lucky. His tongue is sticking slightly out of his mouth (a trait that you apparently both have), and one single curl is falling into his face. You’ve always loved his hair and he knows it. Some nights he falls asleep to you gently running your finger through it, and lightly scratching his scalp. Even just the sight of it can mess with your emotions, and you almost brush it away until your thoughts are interrupted.

“Done!!” he exclaims proudly as he holds your hand up to admire his work. “How do you like it?”

You glance at your nails and wiggle your fingers around. “They’re perfect. Thank you Timmy” you say, leaning in to give him a kiss.

“I love you Mon Amour” he whispers right before your lips touch.

“I love you too” your resound just as he presses his lips onto yours.

————————————————————————- I hope that was good! I didn’t proof read it very much so I hope it’s an suitable first post:)