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shyshva · 1 year

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let me love you ✸ cl16

“I don’t think friends look at each other like that, dude.”

Or… Charles has to come face to face with his longtime secret.

includes… pining, childhood friends to lovers, (slight) angst w a happy ending, my meagre knowledge of french and google translated italian. requested!

notes… this was supposed to be a blurb for anon (i deleted it by mistake sorry!) but i got a wee bit carried away. and if it’s not obvious, i absolutely am in love w lily lol.

word count… 4.6k

“I can’t believe it!”

You groaned, already hating the fact that you knew what was going to be said. Alex was looking at you with wide eyes, the two of you waiting on Charles and Lando who had gone to get your food and drinks at the counter. You glanced at them once before turning to the Thai driver who looked way too elated for your liking. “You like Charles!”

You rolled your eyes, glaring at him. “Thanks. I think the bartender might’ve not heard you with how soft you were being.”

Alex looked behind him to see Lando and Charles deep in conversation as they waited for their drinks before turning back.

“But do you?” he asked again, voice thankfully lowered.

Loving Charles had been as easy as breathing, the thought having been a safe heaven since as long as you could remember. Probably since he’d first introduced himself to you. But that seemed too much to mention so you nodded in response. “Yeah I guess I do,” you shrugged, “but don’t open your big mouth and tell Lily.”

“But I tell her everything!”

You gave him a look and he conceded. “I guess I can play matchmaker alone on this one.”

Just when you thought the subject had changed, Alex hit you with another question that made the entire reason of keeping this slight predicament a secret more valid. “He doesn’t feel the same way.”

“But—“

You were never more thankful that the subject of your conversation returned with a bright smile as he passed your drink to you, sticking to you in the booth as Lily and Carlos joined you guys. Alex looked at you knowingly, and you knew this meant he’d be continuing the conversation later.

──

As it turns out, later was the next day. You had joined Charles for the race weekend, the first of the races of the new season. Alex had managed to corner you after you’d left the Ferrari hospitality to find Lily, the two of you keeping each other company since you were the only two of the little group of close family and friends: the rest of the wags or loved ones either back at home with work or arriving later.

“So, where were we?” he asked, slinging an arm around you after greeting Lily who was walking alongside you guys now.

You shook your head, smile teasing as you looked up at the man despite him being unable to see your expression that was hidden behind your sunglasses. “You’re never gonna let it go, are you?”

“Never," the blond driver confirmed.

“But you and Charles would look so cute together!” Lily chimes in. Alex sucked in a breath when your elbow dug into his side.

“Sorry?”

You waved it off, standing to face the couple outside the red motorhome. “It’s fine, I didn’t expect you to keep it a secret anyway.”

Lily chuckled at Alex’s spluttering. “She’s not wrong. But I mean it, I think you’d look good together.”

You looked behind you to see that the man in question wasn’t present before turning around. “It doesn’t matter if it’s just me who wants that, does it?”

Lily frowned sympathetically as you heard a voice call out for you. Alex saw you smile as Arthur jogged up to you guys to let you know that Charles was looking for you.

“You think she’ll realise he’s absolutely gone for her?” Alex asked as he watched you return to Charles’ side in the motorhome along with the youngest Leclerc. Lily titled her head as she watched Charles seem like he’d come alive by your presence, the two of you at once heading off out of eye’s view in a heavy discussion, Arthur trailing behind the two of you.

“Probably not as soon as we hope.”

──

Charles had been one of your first friends in Monaco, the distance from Nice to Monte Carlo far too much for your seven year old brain to handle. You’d come kicking and screaming, only quietening down when you realised how close you were to the ocean, and then you’d found a little haven to swim and play mermaids with your babysitter, or fight dragons in the park near your house. The very same park where you’d met some of your favourite people.

Arthur was five at the time, and in your need to defend the young boy being bullied away from the swing set he’d rightfully claimed, you’d yelled loudly at the boys pushing him off. “Laisse-le tranquille!”

When the boys in front of you teased you about the obvious fact that you were a girl who wouldn’t be able to do anything, you’d launched yourself at them with a fury of swinging pigtails as you shoved them onto the ground and kicked them till they ran off. “Ciao, putain!”

The sudden shock from you screaming a word that the boy knew he shouldn’t say had him laughing as he dragged you to meet his mother and brother who’d been buying some ice cream to accompany the pleasant sun. Nina was standing next to them with your own ice cream as the two of you bounded over, Arthur introducing his saviour with a toothy smile, but you were besotted by the seven year old who stood in front of you, eyes sparkling in the sun as he introduced himself as Charles.

And then being away from home didn’t seem so bad anymore.

──

Lily was standing in front of you, eyeing the clothes you’d picked out. “Maybe that one? It’ll be like a little hint to him that you want to fuck him.”

“Lily!”

She threw her hands up. “Or want him to fuck you. I don’t think he’d be complaining either way.”

You sighed, slumping back onto the bed, shrieking when Lily slapped you away from the clothes she’d carefully laid out. Ever since Lily and Alex came to know of your little crush, they were doing everything in their power to make Charles quite literally fall into your arms. So far, you’d worn a red lip that they claimed had him constantly staring at your lips, and although you found yourself watching him a little too long in just their presence, you somehow always managed to miss the looks they claimed he gave you. It was beginning to feel like a hopeless case.

“Maybe he really doesn’t like me more than a friend!” you groaned, head pressed into the comfy pillow of the room Charles had gotten you after he’d insisted you fly out last minute to accompany him. “Besides, he’s freshly single!”

Lily swatted your arm, bringing you eye level with her again. “How does that matter? We all know they’d broken up long before the news hit the media!”

You looked at her, the determination in her face to see it through, see your happiness through and in that moment, you could tell why Alex fell for her. “Lily, if Albono ever breaks your heart, my bed and heart are always open for you.”

The golfer laughed as she nudged you in direction of the bathroom, tapping your ass when you passed her and guffawing when you turned to throw an over the top wink before shutting the door behind you.

“I’ll keep that in mind!”

“You better babe!”

──

“Seriously, I don’t see the big deal.”

Lando had cornered Charles as soon as he’d entered the club. The Brit driver had been behind him ever since he’d learned of Charles’ unfathomably large crush on you. It was so obvious he’d been surprised that nobody else saw it.

“It is a big deal. Elle ne m'aimera jamais de la même manière!”

“Is he talking about his horrendous love life?”

Pierre was standing next to him, watching his best mate scan the bar for a very specific person. “She’s not yet here calamar! Alex said she’s coming with him and Lily!”

Lando looked at Pierre. “You know?”

“Honestly, she’s the only one who doesn’t know.” Pierre took the alcoholic beverage away from his friend, replacing it with the glass of water he’d been drinking. “Ça va?” he added to his friend, knowing Charles tended to speak mostly in French when drunk, his trilingual abilities not as sound.

“Ouais!” Charles was still distracted, staring determinedly at the entrance. “Mais, digli che ha torto.”

Okay, so maybe his trilingual abilities hadn’t completely vanished. Instead of answering whether he thought Lando was right or wrong (which he was sure the Brit would be right), Pierre forced Charles to drink the water he’d been previously carrying, knowing the man would hate the hangover the next day if he didn’t.

Io sto bene, he grumbled, but still gulped down the soothing liquid before handing the glass back to Pierre, leaving him with Lando. So maybe Charles had a bit too much to drink. But it was his first race and his first DNF of the season, he deserved to wash it all off. Especially now that Charles’ not so secret crush had reached beyond Joris and Pierre’s knowledge, touching paddock grounds.

He slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as he smiled at Lily, greeting her and Alex, who’d come with you two. Despite being the furthest he could be from Pierre and Lando, Charles could tell they were watching his every move.

“Salut,” you mumbled into his ear, lips brushing against his stubble in a chaste kiss as you stood back on your feet, dragging him with you to the bar.

“I’ll have another of the same,” he added, nodding in your direction before telling the bartender to place the drinks on his tab, ignoring your protests. “It’s alright chérie, you can repay me later.”

Indulging him in his drunk conversation wasn’t one you were fond of, knowing he had a motormouth that would spill anything you said to Joris or Pierre. He’d done so when you told him when and how you’d lost your virginity, the drunk boy swaying all the way to Joris and giggling the tale in his ear with such ferocity that Joris was red when he looked at you from across the room. But it was also too fun not to.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna say a kiss if I ask how.”

Charles frowned. He was used to constant physical affection from you, ever since you’d been kids and gotten married in his backyard, Arthur and Nina being your witnesses. “Mais, mon cœur, c’est mon plus grand souhait.”

You chuckled, dragging him with you to his friends who’d saved a booth for your group, Carlos and Lando conversing while Pierre and Joris bent their heads over something which you decidedly ignored in favour of (unfortunate) ignorant bliss while Alex was chatting with George, Lily and Carmen standing in their own circle, and you immediately gravitated towards them as the five of you at once decided to just dance off the disappointments of your nights in your own little circle.

A thumb rubbed at Charles’ cheek, making him tear his eyes away. “What?”

Joris was smiling cheekily. “You had some drool there, mate.”

Charles rolled his eyes. “Ta gueule!”

Carlos shook his head as he and Lando looked at the Monegasque, and just by the look in their eyes he could tell that Lando had blabbed about his crush. “I’m not in love with her okay?”

“Nobody said anything about love, mate.”

Fuck. Charles slumped in his seat, eyes following your movements as you turned to find the owner of the piercing gaze watching you, an adorably confused frown plastering your face before you smiled upon catching his eyes.

“That’s because he didn’t have to,” Lando pointed out. The little shit was always a bit more talkative when he had some alcohol in him. “Just talk to her and tell her how you feel.”

Charles hummed, the liquid courage making him drag himself up and out of the booth to find you, only finding Alex and George while you’d vanished to grab some shots with the girls. He turned to follow you when he saw you busy in conversation, eyes intensely following the person’s move as you looked at the person coquettishly. Pierre laughed loudly from the booth when he noticed Charles audibly groan.

“You guys absolutely suck.”

──

It was funny just how much Charles had never realised the space you’d taken up in his life. He was so used to having you around, that not seeing you in his needed dose of every day, even if virtually, had him in a tailspin. And ever since the two of you’d gotten back from that night at the bar, drunk and clinging on to each other to make sure you’d gotten home safe before passing out in the same bed from sheer exhaustion until the plane ride back home, there’d been a change, and not one Charles particularly was fond of.

Your phone pinged as you went to pick respond to the person on the other end, ignoring Charles who was groaning from your living room, the man already knowing who it was. “Can you text him later?”

“Spencer just wanted a recommendation, chou!” he heard your voice through the open plan of your flat in Monaco, eyes rolling up to the ceiling of their own accord in annoyance at the name falling from your lips. You’d been texting the person at the bar —a man named Spencer— all week, chatting him up so much that even when you did call Charles, it was to tell him about your new friend.

He huffed, pausing the movie you’d been watching together and traced his way into the kitchen, stomach. burning at the sight of you smiling at your phone. “Spencer asked you out yet?” he spat, causing you to look up, confused at the sudden outburst. Waving off the odd reaction, you shrugged, shaking your head ‘No’ as you carried the refilled now of popcorn, asking him to bring the new drinks with him.

“So why hasn’t he asked you out?” he asked, setting down the iced tea on the coffee table before reclaiming the seat he’d been in before. You huffed, growing irate with his childish behaviour ever since you’d met Spencer.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked, voice harsh and filled with the irritation you felt, his answer just making you groan at the sudden switch. “Why do you hate Spencer?”

“I don’t!” Charles threw his hand up, eyes following your hands as they tugged at your hair in frustration, and Charles desperately wanted to thread his hands through yours and stop you, but he knew you’d get angrier if he touched you right in that moment.

You huffed, glaring at him. “Don’t give me that shit. Tu me parles toujours de la façon dont tu espères que je trouverai un petit ami."

"Mais faut-il que ce soit lui ?"

“And would it be so bad if it were?” Charles was staring at you as you continued, heart slowing down with every word. “Why would it be so bad if I liked Spencer?”

“Nothing, just looking out for a friend.” He pressed play on the movie, refusing to meet your eyes so that you couldn’t see just how much that hurt him to say, only for you to ruin one of his favourite scenes in just a single sentence.

“Well don’t. I’m no longer that little girl who needs you picking up the broken pieces of my heart.”

It was silent as the two characters kissed each other on screen. Painfully quiet, the the silence in his heart at your harsh words. He’d never get you to love him now, not when you made it clear you didn’t need him as much as he did.

──

It was a week until Charles saw you in person again. A week since he’d last spoken to you, the longest he’d ever gone without having to hear you ramble about god knows what, and you weren’t even there to meet him. You were just at the coffeeshop you frequented, seated at your table and Charles couldn’t help but gravitate towards you, yours eyes staring at your phone in adoration and he had an idea of who was on the other side. He ignored the sound of his phone notifying him of a message as he slid into the seat in front of you. “Hi.”

You looked up, shocked to see him before breaking out into a grin that made Charles feel like you’d never yelled at him. “I missed you!” You leaned over the table, pulling him into an awkward hug, but the polished wood digging into his abdomen didn’t even matter when you pressed a kiss to his cheek, lips brushing against the stubble of his jaw, and his heart felt happier than it had in the week without you when you pulled apart to sit back down.

“I didn’t think you’d be here now,” you told him, not wanting to point out the obvious mark you’d left on him. Besides, it was hidden under the collar of his shirt that it wouldn’t cause up too much controversy. “Sorry for yelling at you, by the way,” you added, grimacing at the foul taste that’d festered inside you since your outburst. Sure, you felt angered at his unjust treatment when he was the only one who’d ever held your heart, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want him in any capacity. “I didn’t mean I didn’t want you to be there for me, I just…” you trailed off, not knowing how to address the ginormous elephant from your side. Charles just waved you off.

“I was being unreasonable.” Charles smiled. “So, what’re you doing here?”

Your eyes widened at that, sheepishly frowning. “Spencer actually wanted to go cafe hopping so I said I’d join him.”

Charles frowned, but nodded nonetheless. He was about to leave when you asked him a question he didn’t even think to decline. “Of course I’ll join you.”

The things he did for love, he sighed to himself, letting his arm be dragged in front of him as you brought him to meet Spencer at the third coffee house, Spencer having been in the restroom when he’d found you. You’d excused yourself for a call, walking ahead of the two men who strode in a silence that exuded discomfort.

“Hey man,” Spencer was the first to speak up. The American was a tiny bit taller and lankier than Charles, and as the two walked side by side, Charles couldn’t help but compare himself to him, compare Spencer to everyone you’d dated in the past. “I’m sorry if you think I’m you know… getting in between you two.”

Charles looked up, confused. “There’s nothing to get in between. She’s just a friend.”

Spencer chuckled, messy long brunette hair moving as he shook his head. Charles noted it was more closer to blond, something you claimed to not like as much. A point for him, Spencer still zero. “I don’t think friends look at each other like that, dude.”

Charles rubbed a hand down his face, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he continued walking, eyes on you as you conversed with whomsoever was on the phone. “What makes you say that?”

“I study behaviour for a living, I can tell.” Spencer then pointed to his own face, right where his jaw met his neck. “Besides, a friend wouldn’t let you walk around with a faded lipstick mark on them unless it clearly meant something to see that there. Marking and showing off, quite a common human behaviour for someone in love.”

Charles brought his hand up, rubbing at the spot pointed out, his fingertips matching the same shade of lipstick you had on as you now headed back to them, brows furrowed. “Just ask her out before you lose your chance.”

“Ça va?” Charles asked as you approached him. You looked up from your phone, and Charles at once knew it was the client who’d been bothering you.

“Je vais tuer cette salope. Il me fait tout faire comme si j'étais sa putain de servante.” You huffed out a large breath. “Sorry, just some annoying clients. Now, shall we? This is what I call Charles’ 26 place.”

Charles rolled his eyes when he realised where you wanted to take Spencer. “Why 26?” Charles smiled when you tucked yourself under his arm, the three of you walking to your destination.

“Because she says this is where break up with my girlfriends after an average of 26 months.”

You bumped your hip into his, looking up at him. “You’re two for two right now, Charlito.”

And hopefully it will never touch three, he thought, following you and Spencer to a table, the American sitting opposite the two of you, smiling amiably when Charles sent him a nod in gratitude.

──

Spencer’s words rang through his head all day, irritating him that he’d been found out by a complete stranger. Was he really that obvious? Had the media pieced together his hopeless romancing on you? Had you?

“So, what exactly does Spencer do?” Charles asked as he followed you inside your flat. The two of you had dropped off Spencer at his hotel so he could prepare for his flight later in the night before coming back to yours. You shrugged in response.

“Not entirely sure. He said that he studied human behaviour and was doing something with law enforcement I believe? I’m not entirely sure, he didn’t seem to want to talk about it too much.” You tossed him your Kiss the Chef apron to cover his white polo shirt. “Now, dinner?”

Charles grinned, following every order you gave him, chopping up vegetables and setting them next to the stove where you were adding them to your pan. “What are you making?”

“I asked Lewis for the recipe of that Indian dish we’d really liked last time. I wanted to try it without the whole vegan aspect.” You added the meat inside as Charles stepped back to watch you work, the dexterity with which you moved and—

“I can’t wait until our kids see you like this.”

Your pause would’ve gone unnoticed to the untrained eye, but Charles knew you. He saw the way you’d stopped stirring the food in the sizzling pan before continuing with more vigour, now moving to take over what Charles had left behind. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

Charles frowned, hoping that if a stranger was right about how he felt about you, he would also be right about how you felt about him. “Why not?”

“Because then you’re just making fun of me.” The barely there crack in your voice made him feel like he’d just stabbed himself with a knife. He never wanted to make you cry.

“Who told you?” you asked, now looking him in the eyes and Charles wished you’d been turned away. Your eyes were welling up, glittering at the waterline as you waited for an answer that didn’t come. “Well, I suppose that doesn’t matter.”

You turned back around, rubbing at your eyes as you turned off the gas, dishing you the curried meat and rice, setting down the sliced lemon where Charles usually sat before bringing the plates and motioning for him to sit. “Food’s ready.”

“Ma chérie—”

“Charles.”

And so he sat down, the only noise being cutlery and then the running water when you began washing the dishes which Charles knew would otherwise be done in the morning. HE followed your every move until you’d set the last dish back inside the cabinet, closing the door with more force than necessary, turning back to face him as you grabbed the half-drunk bottle of wine from your fridge.

“Chérie, can we just talk?”

You prided yourself on your ability to lie on demand. Didn’t want your parents why you were later than the allotted curfew time? I was with my friend. Forgot your homework? Asking for a deadline by claiming you needed time to research the topic more thoroughly to form a better understanding. Needed an excuse for your friend sneaking out of the house? A sleepover! But somehow, you just couldn’t find that talent in this situation. You set two glasses down in front of you, pouring the wine into them as you spoke. “Talk about what? How I am hilariously in love with my best friend? Or how I am stupid enough to continue being in love with him despite the fact that he will never, ever love me the same way? Cause that isn’t a conversation that a girl would like to have.”

Charles stared at you for a long while before asking the one question he had on his mind. “Why would me talking about having kids with you be a joke?”

“Because you’ve literally stated multiple times that I was only a friend, your best friend, practically your brother—” Charles winced as he recalled the words he had said at fifteen, when he realised just how badly Arthur had a crush on you. “So, you tell me why should I take it otherwise when you’ve told me that for years?”

“Because they didn’t mean anything.”

You were staring at him openly now, wondering whether this was where your heart would break or find its missing piece, the one piece you’ve been trying to fit the wrong parts in. “You can’t be serious.”

It was Charles’ turn to express his frustration. “I am in love with you. I have been since we were thirteen and you kissed Marc in Spin the Bottle at Lea’s birthday, and then told me you would never kiss anybody again. I hoped that would not include the kisses you pressed to my cheek, and then wondered if you would say the same if I was the one kissing you. I have loved you since Enzo told me what it was like, since Jules… since he showed me how it was, always talking about his girlfriend if he ever got the chance and Enzo teasing him about being a puppy without its owner. I have loved you since we got married when we were kids and I would love to marry you again, for real this time. Unless you don’t feel the same, that is.”

A moment. A pause before the sound of your laughter engulfed his senses, the usually bright voice muffled as you buried your face in your hands. “Why are you laughing?”

“I honestly don’t know. C’est juste en choc, Charlito.” Charles shook his head fondly when you called his name again.

“Yeah?”

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?”

Charles smiled, walking over to you as you looked up at him, pulling him closer to you by his belt loops until you were sure there was no escaping him. His fingers thumbed your lipstick, the stain of them something he wanted in places other than just his neck. “Spencer told me you’d left a mark on me.”

You huffed as you averted his eyes, not wanting to admit that you had done that so nobody would come near you. “If anybody saw it, they’d be having a field day.”

“Dites-leur que c’est votre future femme.”

The look in Charles’ eyes grew hungry as he caressed your cheek, lips pressing into yours before you could even breathe. You pressed back against him, lips parting as his tongue scraped against the roof of your mouth, hands moving to pull you even closer to him and dipping you back until you heard a thud. You pulled away from him, barely having time to react from the crimson seeping into the white of your carpet.

“Charles! That was new!”

The Monegasque barely glanced at the mess he’d made before turning back to you, looking as if he were about to devour you as he spoke, breath fanning across your lips. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

And then he had your eyes rolling back into your head.

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— TRANSL. please correct me if i’ve got any wrong!

Laisse-le tranquille! Leave him alone!

Ciao, putain! Ciao, bastard!

Elle ne m'aimera jamais de la même manière! She’ll never love me the same way!

Ta gueule! Shut up!

Ouais! Mais…. Yeah! But… — itl. … digli che ha torto. … tell him he’s wrong.

itl. Io sto bene. I’m fine.

Mais, mon cœur, c’est mon plus grand souhait. But, my heart, that’s my biggest wish.

Tu me parles toujours de la façon dont tu espères que je trouverai un petit ami. You always tell me about how you hope that I find a boyfriend.

Mais faut-il que ce soit lui? But does it have to be him?

Ça va? All right?

Je vais tuer cette salope. Il me fait tout faire comme si j'étais sa putain de servante. I’m going to kill this birch. He makes me do all the work like I’m his fucking maid.

C’est juste en choc, Charlito. It’s just in shock, Charlito.

Dites-leur que c’est votre future femme. Tell them that it’s your future wife.

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shyshva · 1 year

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its so cute i cant 😭

hair tie 🎀

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: imagine/drabble (fluff)

notes: my first drabble! not proofread and not revised so please expect errors hehehe please lmk what u think by replying or messaging and if u wanna be part of my taglist! <3 google translated french!

about: you didn't pay no mind when charles randomly asked for one of your hair ties. one car ride later, you find out why.

"Amour, can I have one of your hair ties please?" Charles softly says, gently shaking you awake from your slumber. Due to your half-asleep state, you didn't bother to question him why and quickly pointed to the dresser, where a thin, black hair tie is found on its surface.

"As-tu quelque chose d'autre? Quelque chose qui en un regard, je sais que c'est le tien," Do you have anything else? Something that in one look, I know it's yours.

Prying your eyes open once again, you decide to position yourself to sit on the bed to give Charles a knowing look.

"What do you mean? Do you want a scrunchie?"

"What's that?"

"The thick one that looks like ruffles."

"Oh no." He replies, rifling through your dresser drawers. "Maybe something a little less high profile."

Before you can mutter anything, the Monegasquè exclaims as he finds something he liked after absolutely destroying the organized drawers: a red hair tie with a small black ribbon.

Clearly with a motive on his mind, Charles quickly picks up the hair tie and proceeds outside to his car. You didn't pay it any mind, you had a lot of hair ties anyway, most of it scattered around the room and even in your purses. You just assumed he used it to tie something; used it like it was a rubber band.

You and Charles made plans to visit his family today which can explain why he was up and about getting ready for the drive. The drive up to his family home is about two hours and it has been a habit of his to prep the car every time you had to go somewhere. While he was in the garage, you got up and made breakfast, all the food on the table in pairs of two's.

As you sit through breakfast, you already had enough caffeine in your system to be sober for the morning, not that you were drunk, just sleepy. Being in the right state of mind, you give in to curiosity and ask him why he needed a hair tie in the first place, up to why he needed to choose one he liked.

"Ce n'est rien," It's nothing.

You didn't pry anymore, it was just a hair tie after all. If you know him well, he probably did use it to tie something or replace something he broke while fixing the car. After breakfast, the two of you went on like clockwork to get ready for the drive up to his family's house. Being all dressed up and ready, Charles opens the passenger seat door for you and you were off.

Halfway through the drive and several songs sang in the car later, your eyes dart towards a very familiar hair tie. The red hair tie with a black ribbon was wrapped around the car's gear shifter, much to your surprise when you thought he only used it to tie something or mend something he'd clumsily broke.

"Ah, so this is where you used my hair tie," you tell Charles, who returned a sheepish smile.

"You are cute in your own ways, do you know that?" you stifle a giggle, waiting for him to respond. "Can I ask why is that there?"

"Why? Do you want it back? I'm sorry, I have my reason I promise." He replies, voice laced with guilt.

"No, baby I just... want to know what it's for."

You were fine with not knowing actually. You're sure Charles had his reasons. Maybe he liked the ribbon or the red reminded him of Ferrari. Maybe he thought his spectacular sports car was so manly it needed a splash of ribbon. The thing is, Charles has his antics, something you've grown to love over the years. In your eyes, this hair tie situation is mundane to say the least.

"Fine but you have to promise you won't laugh." Charles says, eyes kept strictly on the road.

"Je promets." I promise.

"It's a reminder." He says in a low and soft voice.

"I put it there to remind myself that I have to drive safe because you're waiting for me at home," Charles continues, and you swear you could just melt right there. "Okay I know it sounds cheesy and sappy and that an F1 driver knows how to drive safe but it's a nice reminder."

"Charles, you drive cars at 300 km/h," you laugh, gaining a chuckle from him.

"I know. It's just a good reminder to be extra safe every time I'm in a car because there's someone waiting for me at home. It's for when I lose my cool on the road so I can be reminded to stay calm and avoid road rage. It's for when I drive cars at the speed of light but I take my cautions because I look forward to seeing you, always."

"Je veux toujours être en sécurité pour que tu ne t'inquiètes pas pour moi," I want to always be safe so you don't worry about me.

Charles pauses and turns to look at you, quite lovingly, spending the 30 seconds of the red light awaiting your response. It is safe to say you were out of words, because you never knew a gesture as simple as this could make your heart swell ten times its size. All because of a hair tie.

"I love you so so so much, you hair tie stealer." you smile as his free hand trails up your thigh to capture your hand as he kisses the back of it. "But for what it's worth, I will always worry about you."

"That I know. But treat the hair tie as an immunity charm."

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tagging: @slytherheign <333 hope u r doing well mwah

notes: my first imagine (written)! im still working on writing dialogues cause its the part i find the hardest :// lmk what u think! will be posting ig imagines tomorrow hehe that or a very angsty charles imagine based on midnight rain by taylor 🫠

#charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc drabble #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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shyshva · 1 year

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OHMYGOD

i love it, why i didnt see this earlier??? 😭

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its perfect

Hey!! Can I request a Charles insta au where you appear in Drive to survive and fans finally get to see what your relationship is like and it's super sweet with everyone loving you. Thank you 🥰

Charles Leclerc x protective!Reader - Social Media AU

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yourusername season 5 of drive to survive is the best yet (because i’m in it)

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pierregasly i don’t think they’re ready

carlossainz55 i don’t think ferrari’s pr team is ready either

yourusername 😇

f1wagupdates am i going to drink way too much coffee and binge the entire season in a day? yes and i’m not ashamed to admit it

ferrariflowers it’s my guilty pleasure in the same way that really bad reality tv is 🫣

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leclercupdates y/n y/l/n’s dts interview completely changed my brain chemistry

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livelaughleclerc it needed to be said i just can’t believe a wag actually had the guts to say it

feralferrari on camera no less

f1wagupdates and that’s why we love y/n

torturedtifosi i have never fallen in love with someone this quickly

torturedtifosi i hope charles can fight because i’m going to steal his girl

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charles_leclerc i couldn’t ask for a more fervent defender. je t'aime tellement, mon coeur ❤️

*translated from French: i love you so much, my heart*

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yourusername i will always have your back just like you always have mine. i love you forever and always

pierregasly y/n is one DNF away from getting stabby 🔪

talkingtifosi as she should

f1wagupdates she’s not just your girlfriend, she’s ✨our✨ girlfriend

smoothieoperator charles will have to learn to share y/n with the fans now

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 x you #social media au #charles leclerc

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"Your song" Charles Leclerc x fem reader

Before reading this, turn on the song "Enjoy the Silence" by Depeche Mode, as it was my inspiration for writing this.

It's short but I think it's cute.

TW: none

enjoy <3

Your first dance to this song took place in the Ferrari garage. It was after a long day with the mechanics; you all had worked hard on that red car. Everyone was tired and sitting on the floor eating pasta, listening to the radio in the background.

When the radio played this song, your boyfriend looked at you with a tired but happy smile. His eyes were shining, and then he asked you.

“Ma chérie will you make me the happiest man in the world and dance with me?

You laughed and nodded with a big smile on your face. Whistles and applause spread around the garage, encouraging you to dance even more.

Charles' hands wrapped around your hips, and his face came within inches of yours. Your hands instead naturally wrapped around Monégasque's neck.

You moved to the rhythm of the melody. Charles began to sing the refrain in a way that only you could hear it.

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed, is here in my arms.” He smiled and placed a kiss on your lips. Oh god you loved this guy.

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed, is here in my arms.” You sang along with him, looking into those magical eyes of his, smiling.

You didn't even notice when other couples reached you and started dancing next to you. You were both lost in each other's eyes, planning for the future. Both of you already knew then that you wanted to spend every day with each other until the end of your lives.

And every time you two heard this song, you danced.

You were dancing on your wedding day, during Charles' first championship win, when you were eight months pregnant, and Charles pulled you onto a table in your home. You danced like that one night in the garage of a Ferrari.

#charles lecrelc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x female reader

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shyshva · 1 year

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im writing my first f1 fanfic <3

cant wait to show you guys this

#f1

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shyshva · 1 year

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ohmygod

they are so hot

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shyshva · 1 year

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THIS IS SO CUTE I CANT

Charles waking up to see your naked back and starts tracing random figures until he gets to the part where the blanket covers the rest of your body

Okay hold on, but imagine in your early dating years, maybe barely two years into the relationship you start to notice Charle's having the same pattern of squiggly things he likes to write/trace on your back whenever you lay in bed, and he thinks you're asleep. At first, you didn't push your brain to know exactly what the pads of his fingers trace in between your shoulder blades, the tips of his fingers always ending on the same pattern, the line of your spine when he traces unbeknownst circles around the rear end of your back, where the globe of your bum starts and back over the sides, the circles grow stronger with time as if he's not longer scared of what he's trying to draw and one night, you'll wake up in the middle of the night, your brain fuzzy with the lasts of sleep clouding your mind as you feel him on your back - the hot draw of his fingers, the strength of their hold on the side of your left shoulder blade where you later feel him seal the place with a kiss you finally uncover the secret lines, that turns into letters. And they always say the same thing, over and over again. You'll wrack your brain about it because the pattern is the same since the beginning when you first noticed it. "WIFE"

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff

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shyshva · 1 year

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!!!

if you’re like me and you only watch f1 for free, here are some free sites you can watch it live at:

sportshub.stream - this is my personal favorite

totalsportek.pro

sportsurge.club

thehomesport.net

weakstream.org

there are also free apps you can watch it in:

Live player

strym tv - you need a code to watch in this app so you just press the + sign on the upper left corner, choose “Import playlist from URL” and paste this url http: //movitv. pro just remove the spaces

all of these have ads and if you have access to VPN, you might want to use it but i’ve tried all these links and app last season and hadn’t gotten a virus.

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shyshva · 1 year

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awwwww

i believe that this could happend

race week adventures: instagram au

paring: max verstappen x reader, daniel ricciardo x reader (platonic)

y/n.livinglife

y/n.livinglife: club -> airport -> paddock

lilymhe: finally, I was so bored without you

y/n.livinglife: I'm here to save you lily 😆

maxverstappen1: you went to club with out me, I'm hurt

y/n.livinglife: you were half way across the world baby 🤔

danielricciardo: YOU ARE BACK !!!!

y/n.livinglife: DANNY!!! WHERE ARE YOU!

danielricciardo: THE PIT WALL!!

y/n.livinglife: OMW

user3: daniel and y/n reunited!

user6: max being jealous 🤣

maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: first date, kinda nervous

user6: she's living the dream life 😍

y/n.livinglife: she's kinda cute 🤔

maxverstappen1: no she's beautiful

landonorris: max has GAME !?!?

y/n.livinglife: 💓

user3: so cute

y/n.livinglife

y/n.livinglife: max had to "work" so I stole danny

danielricciardo: best day ever!

maxverstappen1: wow

y/n.livinglife: you're just jealous

redbull: we need dan back now y/n

y/n.livinglife: 5 more minutes 😢

redbull: okay 😒

danielricciardo: 🥳

y/n.livinglife: 🥳

user2: we need more daniel and y/n in our feeds

maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: had to steal my own girlfriend back

y/n.livinglife: always yours maxy 💓

danielricciardo: I'm feel betrayed 😔

maxverstappen1: suck it ricciardo

user2: so beautiful

charlesleclerc: so this is why daniel is sad

danielricciardo: I'm not sad 😤

danielricciardo: just left out 😔

maxverstappen1: I'll bring her back I promise

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x oc #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen

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shyshva · 1 year

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its so cuteeeee

finals week : instagram au

paring: carlos sainz jr x student!reader

warning: just carlos being cute

im.y/n

im.y/n: it's hell week 😫

lilymhe: killing it babe

im.y/n: moe like it's killing me 🫠

yourbestfriend: don't forget lab exam

im.y/n: don't remind me, I just finished studying that. just give me an f now

carlossainzjr: almost done amour 🏁

im.y/n: 💓

landonorris: just quit and come hangout with us?

im.y/n: 🤔

im.y/n

im.y/n: I passed !??!?!

carlossainzjr: YES YOU DID !!!! 🥳🥳

yourbestfriend: 🥳🥳

danielricciardo: now come back to the paddock!!

im.y/n: literally getting on the plane now 😁

landonorris: good job not quitting 👏

carlossainzjr

carlossainzjr: appreciation post for the best person ever! killing it in school and still coming to my races. love you y/n, your doing great💓

*comments are limited*

landonorris: stop being so romantic carlos

landonorris: but you are amazing y/n

carlossainzjr: your just jealous you muppet

lilymhe: you killed it my y/n

im.y/n: thanks for the support amour 💓

charlesleclerc: thank god you're back he was getting annoying 🙄

carlossainzjr: lies

landonorris: true

pierregasly: true

alexalbon: true

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz jr blurb #carlos sainz jr x reader

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this is so cute, i love every word here

Dancing In The Rain | C. Leclerc

Summary: You enjoy standing outside whenever it rains, and that is how your boyfriend finds you when he comes home.

Warnings: None really, just a whole lot of fluff, and cliché moments

Word Count: 1,005

Author’s Note: Here’s my attempt at writing one-shots about our favourite drivers, starting with Charles Leclerc because I absolutely love him. If you have any ideas for future one-shots, let me know but until then I’m probably going to post whatever my mind comes up with. Enjoy!

You were a sucker for rain, so when today’s forecast included quite a bit of rain, you were happily waiting for it. For many, the rainy, gloomy day would bring down their mood but it was the opposite for you. Since you moved to Monaco with your boyfriend, there weren’t too many rainy days but just enough.

The lovely cocktail-blue hue of the sky was starting to turn gravel-grey in colour. Large cloud pillows were beginning to develop, covering up the sun's old-gold brightness. You watched from the large window of your home, hearing a tapping on the window which became a pitter-patter. There weren’t too many people outside but those that were ran for cover and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The smile on your face grew wider as the rainfall became heavier, and you quickly placed your now empty mug of coffee in the kitchen sink.

As the rain continued on, you started dancing to imaginary music. Your home was in a slightly secluded area so you knew that there wouldn’t be too many onlookers, and even if someone was watching, you didn’t really care.

You were in your little bubble of enjoying the rain until the headlight of a car disrupted your peace. The lights belonged to Charles’ Ferrari, the monégasque parking halfway across the driveway, the space you weren’t occupying and jogging towards you. “ma chéri, what are you doing?”

He wasn’t in a great mood today, as he had to cancel plans with you this morning since he was called in to attend to some media duties. You were upset but it wasn’t his fault, so you didn’t let the disappointment show on your face as he was leaving. Though, when he left, you changed into one of his shirts which smelt like his cologne, and climbed back into bed on his side. When Charles was on his way back home, it started raining and it upset him even further, not because he didn’t like the rain, but it made him miss you even more. He didn’t particularly like the rain as much as you did, but sometimes he would watch you stand outside, and as much as he warned you that you would get sick, you didn’t listen to him.

He wondered if you would be standing outside today when he pulled into the driveway, and saw you dancing, in your own world. He smiled slightly, putting his dimples on display, then got out of the car without even parking it properly.

You walked closer to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He was also completely soaked under the rain, but didn’t complain as he saw your eyes gleaming. “Bonjour, mon amour” in the past few years you’ve been dating Charles, you were improving your French as you considered it a romantic language. Needless to say, you were quite good but obviously not at Charles’ level yet.

“tu vas être malade” [you are going to be sick] Charles muttered, and you rolled your eyes in a playful manner, obviously expecting those words. Charles sighed since he wasn’t receiving a proper response from you. “Baby-” Charles started but you put your finger on his lips. “Charles, I will be fine. Come on let’s dance”

“Right now?” His eyes widened, he looked up for a moment, the rain splattering on his face harder. “Of course” you chuckled at his reaction, moving his arms lower to rest on your hips and putting a respectable dancing distance between you. Charles didn’t have the same thought as he pulled you right against his body. You looked up at him to see the man smirking. The two of you swayed together and you rested your head in the crook of his neck. After a few moments, you felt vibrations coming from his body and you realized he was humming.

You made direct eye contact with your lover and you felt heat rising up your cheeks with the way he was looking at you. “What’s that look for?” You questioned.

Charles didn’t reply, instead he dipped his head down to your neck and placed a light kiss under your ear, a sweet spot he knew very well. His head still rested against your shoulder and you brought your hand up to play with his wet hair.

He brought his head up to face you, cradling your cheek between his palms. “Je t’aime”

“I love you more” was always your response to his verbal expression of love.

You two still swayed in each other’s arms, until you thought of something you’ve been wanting to do. “Kiss me” you stated.

He smiled before leaning in to place a sweet kiss on your lips. He always pecked your lips first before going in for a second lustful kiss.

“You’ve always wanted to kiss in the rain, right?” Charles assumed from your reaction. You plainly nodded, not being able to form words which wasn’t too surprising as any touch from Charles left you speechless.

You went in for another kiss, spending a few more moments in the rain until it stopped.

As you two were making your way into your home, you sneezed once, and twice. You looked at him and realized he was already looking at you with a ‘I told you so’ expression. Nonetheless, you shared a laugh with him. He was worried about you even if it was just a normal cold, but he didn’t regret those moments you shared in the rain. In fact he was looking forward to the next time it rains so he could play some actual music and you two would properly dance.

#charles leclerc #f1 #formula one #charles leclerc x reader #dancing in the rain

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THIS DESERVES MORE ATTENTION!!! i love this

Black Cap, Red Cap | C. Leclerc

Summary: It’s the 2022 Australian Grand Prix, and you are able to watch in person, fully supporting your twin brother, George Russell. Unfortunately, someone in a particular red racing suit doesn’t like the cap you’re wearing.

Warnings: mentions of sex [barely], mostly fluff.

Word count: 1,294

The 2022 Formula One season has started, and George Russell joined Mercedes, becoming teammates with Lewis Hamilton. Being George’s twin sister, you were very excited for him, and fully supported him throughout his career. The next race for this season was the Australian Grand Prix. Unfortunately you weren’t able to watch the other two races in person due to your job, but since George knew you were available, he had gotten a paddock pass for you. Not only had he gotten you passes, but you were also flying with him and Lewis.

The other drivers also knew you quite well, nicknaming you as ‘the better Russell’, especially Lando, Alex, and Charles. You were aware of their Twitch streams, and as much as you were asked to show up in George’s camera, you chose not to. You weren’t very comfortable in front of cameras. Fortunately, whenever you were at the paddock, the attention was mainly on George and you were quite happy staying in the background.

You landed in the home of the Honey Badger, Daniel Ricciardo, as this was his home race. As much as you rooted for him to win this race, you also wanted George to score his first podium of the season.

You were currently in George’s motor home, as he was out for media duties before the race as were the other drivers as well. Before he left, you were given a black Mercedes cap because according to him and Lewis, you weren’t supporting them unless you had a cap. At least you weren’t told to wear the shirt as you quite liked your current outfit.

Soon, it was time for the race to start and you were given the choice to watch from the Mercedes garage which you were hesitant to accept since you didn’t want to intervene. After Toto’s reassurance, you were glad to accept. You found it quite nice as not only George was quickly becoming a part of this team, but you were as well. While the race engineers were out on the pit wall during the race, you accompanied Toto Wolff in the garage, among the other employees. You also had headphones to listen in to the live team radio.

Charles Leclerc was starting on pole position, followed by Max Verstappen, and his teammate Sergio Perez. George was starting 6th on the grid, right behind Lewis. The race was quite intriguing and interesting, unfortunately Carlos, Sebastian, and Max weren’t able to finish. After safety cars, pit stops, and loads of radio messages, the race ended with George on the podium with Charles and Sergio ahead of him.

As soon as you saw your brother passing the finish line in third position, you cheered loudly for him. Both yours and Toto’s reaction was on live tv as the camera switched from the track to the Mercedes garage.

You made your way towards the parc fermé just in time to see George getting out of his car. You were standing there among lots of Mercedes employees, all cheering for George. He spotted you and immediately hugged you. If it were under any other circumstance, you wouldn’t have let him hug you when he was sweaty but in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t say no. You congratulated him quickly as he needed to move on to the rest of the team.

You looked at your surroundings and caught Charles’ already looking at you as he walked towards his team. He was slightly frowning at you, but when he turned to his team, his smile returned. Weird.

While the drivers were in the cooldown room, you had briefly congratulated the other drivers such as Lewis who finished fourth, Lando for finishing fifth, and Daniel who placed sixth. Not the best race results for them, but they were up in the points.

Standing near the podiums with a fairly good view, you watched as the three drivers were announced and took their respective places on the podium. You hadn’t stopped smiling all this time, and now your cheeks were hurting but your smile didn’t falter. From previous conversations, you knew that it was important for George to be on the podium near the beginning of the season.

After all the celebrations, the drivers headed towards the many cameras for media duties and you returned to your twin’s motor home.

Twenty minutes later, you heard a knock on the door which confused you since you knew George would walk right in. You opened the door to see the winner of the race leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey, congratulations!” You smiled brightly and briefly hugged him, but it wasn’t returned to the same level. You looked at him, confused “hold on, what are you doing here, aren’t you supposed to be out, answering questions?”

“That’s not that important right now” were his first words to you today.

You were about to question him but he spoke first “did our dates mean nothing to you?”

That’s right, you and Charles went on a more than a few dates without your brother knowing about it. You were pretty sure he wasn’t keen on you dating his friend which is why you two decided to tell him later. “Of course it did, I’m pretty sure you knew that” you replied, hinting at the fact that you had almost spent the night together but couldn’t as you had early flights the next day.

“Then what’s this?” He took your cap off your head. You finally knew what he was upset about and you chuckled. “Are you serious?”

“Clearly you’re not” he still had the frown evident on his face.

“Charles, sweetheart, you know that my brother is a driver for Mercedes right? You do know that I support him as much as I support you”

“But this is better” he had his hands behind his back for this entire conversation and he finally revealed a Ferrari cap with the number 16 on it. He placed it on your head and finally, finally smiled at you.

You shook your head at his childish behaviour but you couldn’t disagree that it was adorable. Not that you would ever tell him that as he wouldn’t like that term. “Are you happy now?” You asked and he nodded, placing his arms around your waist.

“Now congratulate me” he smirked and you knew he wasn’t talking about speaking, but was waiting for the action. “You are so lucky you won today or I would not be tolerating this behaviour from you” you mumbled before placing your lips on his.

The Monégasque started to deepen the kiss and pushed you further into the room but you placed your hands on his shoulders to stop him. “Oh no, no, no. We are not having sex for the first time in George’s motor home. And you have some media duties to attend” Despite dating for a few weeks, you haven’t slept together yet, not because you didn’t want to, but due to the hectic schedules you weren’t able to spend a night in peace.

He groaned but understood your point. “You’re really gonna make me go back out like this?” You spotted smudges of your lipstick on his lips which you wiped away. “You brought that on yourself” looking down his body and let’s just say it was quite evident in his race suit. He kissed you one more time before turning around to leave. “If it makes you feel better, we can properly celebrate at your place”

He shook his head with a grin on his face “Mon amour, that’s the only thing I’ll be thinking about now”

Once he left, you looked at yourself in the mirror with the red cap on. Needless to say, red looked good on you.

#formula 1 #f1 #charles leclerc #charles lecrelc x reader

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sluttiest thing man can do is wear his race suit on his waist.

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shyshva · 1 year

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he is so cute 😭 i cant

I’m on season 4 right now and got to the part where JJ is pregnant and Emily asked Spencer if he was thinking about having baby geniuses 😭 I can imagine him coming home afterwards and trying to find a way to bring it up

This was screaming to be written

There’s something wrong with Spencer. You know it when he walks in the door and he’s got that introspective look on his face that lets you know he’s thinking deeply about something.

He doesn’t bring it up before dinner or later that night on the couch like you’d expect him to do if it were a case. After a year and a half of being together, you have a good system of working through feelings he has about cases, but he’s uncharacteristically closed off. He’s fidgety too, like he’s nervous which you haven’t seen in a long time.

“What’s bothering you?” You finally find the courage to ask, combing through his curls as you lay in bed. He’s laying lower than you, head on your chest.

He looks up at you like he’s surprised you noticed, big eyes and pupils. You raise your eyebrows, silently asking if he’s serious because of course you’d notice.

“Something Prentiss said.” He tells you. “I was trying to find a way to bring it up but it’s pretty big…”

“You can tell me anything, baby.” You assure him, trying to sound calm although you’re a little nervous.

He doesn’t leave you waiting for too long. “She was asking about JJ and then she was asking me if I wanted kids.”

You hum, keeping your face neutral despite knowing what you want. “What did you think about that?”

“It just feels really late to bring up.” He admits. “Like it should have been a conversation we had a year ago.”

“Yeah, probably.” You agree.

He struggles to finally spit it out, biting on his bottom lip as he considers gentle wording. “I want to have kids with you.” He confesses. “I’m just scared about being a terrible dad.”

You can’t shake your head quick enough, disagreeing with him completely. “You’d be the best dad in the world.” You assure him. “And I really want to give you that.”

He beams up at you with his brightest smile. “I’d like that a lot.”

“You have to do one thing for me first.” You decide.

He nods. “Anything.”

“I need a ring.” You inform him.

He smiles, clearly satisfied with himself. “Oh, I’ve already planned that.”

#spencer reid being the cutest #spencer reid #criminal minds

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shyshva · 1 year

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the end its so derek i mean i love this dude

"Dodgeball"

Request: from @unknowntoyou2205 Can you do spencer platonic where she is Derek sister and generally goes to them after school but one day she comes in hurt

Derek Morgan x sister!reader, Spencer Reid x platonic!reader

Summary: You're lying to Derek about how you got hurt at school but you can't hide from a bunch of profilers, much less a genius too.

A/N: Thanks for the request! As always, feedback is appreciated.

CW: reader has minor injuries, talks of bullying, one swear word incase someone cares about that lol

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Hiding your limp would be painful, but easy. Your bloody lip on the other hand would be harder to disguise. You winced as you pressed a cold paper towel to the cut in an attempt to help the swelling go down, but it wasn’t working and if you didn’t catch the next metro to Quantico your brother, Derek, would likely assume that someone had kidnapped you. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and limped out of the bathroom towards the metro platform.

For the entire fifteen minute train ride you tried to come up with the best story possible to explain why your lip was busted- so far your best idea was just to tell everyone that you got hit in the face with a dodgeball during gym class- but there were no seats available on the underground car, forcing you to stand on your aching leg. By the time your stop was reached it was nearly impossible for you to walk normally without wincing. Still, you put on a brave face as you got into the elevator and pressed the button that would take you to the sixth floor.

You thought about your story again for just a second. Was there even a point in hiding the truth from profilers?

The elevator doors opened and you decided the best course of action was to hide your limp as best as you possibly could and go with the dodgeball story. You practiced keeping a straight face as you walked into the bullpen area.

Just like everyday they were home from a case, your brother looked over at you as you walked through the glass doors and toward his desk.

“Hey (Y/N), how was- oh what happened?” Derek stood up from his desk as you reached him, touching a gentle hand to your face.

“Dodgeball is what happened,” you said, pulling your face away. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure it’s fine?” Spencer said from his desk.

Ugh, you thought. Profilers. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

You went to move to the empty desk across from Derek’s but couldn’t contain a wince as you sat down. You could feel the looks of your brother, Spencer, and Agent Prentiss watching you carefully as you took out your homework and continued to try to convince them that everything was truly fine.

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It was almost the end of the work day. Prentiss had already left with JJ and Garcia for girls night. Rossi had gone too- probably to do some rich guy stuff. Your brother was sitting in Hotch’s office, the two of them discussing one last consult before going home. The only people in the bullpen were you and Spencer.

You finished up your homework and put it away, grateful that you could forget about school for the day.

“So, dodgeball?” Spencer asked as you bent down to put your folder in your backpack.

“Yep,” you said. “Dodgeball.”

“And you got hit on the hip too?” Spencer said. You didn’t reply. “I don’t think there’s a formal statistic for being hit in the face with a dodgeball and on the hip at the same time, but I’d imagine the chances are about 0.032% depending on the environment.”

“I guess I’m just that lucky,” you replied, avoiding the agent’s gaze as you sat up, wincing at the movement of your hip again.

“(Y/N),” Spencer said. “Did someone hurt you?”

You sighed. “Not exactly.”

Spencer raised his eyebrows, encouraging you to go on.

“I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“I think you really should,” Spencer retorted. “You hang out around a bunch of profilers and we have Garcia. We’re going to find out what happened eventually.”

You sighed. “You won’t because it’s not on record.”

“So there was a risk of something being on record?”

Shit. You had really given yourself away on that one.

“(Y/N), if someone is being mean to you-”

“They aren’t mean to me,” you started, frustration having built up in your chest. “There’s this kid. He skipped the third grade so he’s a year younger than everyone else. He’s super nice though. I was struggling with homework the last time you guys were on a case and he just came over to me in the library one day and started helping me. I didn’t even have to ask. He reminds me of you.” You sighed. “But the upperclassmen like to pick on him. On the way to lunch there was a group trying to shove the guy in a locker and I- I couldn’t just stand there…”

“So you got in the middle of them?” Spencer asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. I have hand-to-hand training but it was still stupid of me. There were three of them and one of me.”

Spencer shook his head. “I don’t think it was stupid. I think it was brave.” He smiled at you a little bit. “I wish someone would have done that for me when I was in school.”

You were about to reply when Derek called to you from just outside Hotch’s office. “(Y/N)? You ready to go?”

You nodded and rose to your feet, wincing as you put pressure where your leg was still sore. Derek walked out of the bullpen with you and the two of you got in the elevator together.

“So,” he said. “Dodgeball got you good, huh?”

“It did. I think I need another hand-to-hand class,” you said.

Derek nodded. “Alright. We can do that. There’s one on Saturday that has an opening.”

You thought for a second about what Spencer had said before adding, “Do you think I have room to bring a friend?”

Derek smiled. “What kind of friend?”

You shook your head. “Nothing like that, big brother. Just someone who reminds me of Reid and had a run-in with a dodgeball today as well.”

Derek smiled softly. "Alright. I'll make room for your friend. And next time, maybe you should tell the dodgeball that your brother carries a gun."

You laughed. "Will do."

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