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[monzamash]

the good, the bad and what could’ve been — lando norris (part two)

summary – nine years. an age gap that you didn’t know would cause so much heartache. you tell yourself that it’s fine, he tells you that he could give you the world but this was a cautionary tale of what could’ve been if you just let love win. pairing – lando norris x you (female reader) chapter rating – 18+ (smut, language, age gap/older woman) word count – over 10k inspired by charlie puth's song called boy. masterlist

part one | part two | part three

Previously... And there you were, lost in the crowd, searching. Lando wondered for a second whether you were looking for him or if your friend had just come over to tell you something and she was coming back. But when your eyes met, you smiled big. Grinning and relieved to see those bright blue eyes drawing you in from across the room, a familiar face to ease your nerves. You glided to him like a magnet magically pulling you both to the halfway point, hands immediately reaching, needy to feel the others touch again.

Winnie’s words rang in your ears, so sure of herself and what she knew about you. Your bad habits. You wanted to spite her and bid Lando farewell but when you watched his tongue swipe across his pouty bottom lip and that boyish smile tug at the corners of his mouth again, you were done for – hook, line and sinker.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

The soft, distant patter of water coming from the bathroom was what stirred you awake from the slumber you’d fallen into after your unexpected late night rendezvous. You hadn’t planned on falling asleep but the combination of a hangover and finding yourself completely at the mercy of the comfiest bed known to mankind, you were out like a light. Spent. Aching in places never felt before, satisfied, blissfully unaware of the complications that your impulses had caused. But at least you’d gotten a couple of hours of sleep.

Lando, on the other hand had somehow been able to drag his weary body out of the king sized bed you were sprawled out in, nothing covering his skin besides the light scratches that you had left behind as a temporary reminder of your night together. The taut muscles on his strong back contracted as he slid the bathroom door open and closed it quietly behind him.

You took his absence as a chance to find your underwear and the hair tie that was flung across the room at some stage during what you coined ‘an opportunity to get to know each other’. The former was easier to find than the hair tie, which was always destined to be lost in the chaos, hidden somewhere in the darkness. The apartment was pin-drop quiet – the only sound was the shower running and your quiet footsteps tapping across the dark hickory floorboards, exiting the bedroom.

The descent down the staircase nearly did you in, back aching and knees like jelly but you made it into the lounge where his jeans had been thrown over the glass balustrade from above, clothing strewn over the couch where your night had begun, images of how it started flooding back and making your cheeks flush at the memory.

“Before we go any further, how old are you?” You fumbled the question against Lando’s lips, wanting nothing more than to take this to the bedroom, desperate to feel an ounce of rigour for the first time in months.

“I’m 23,” He mumbled back, mouth attached to your neck as your eyebrows furrowed, calculating and crunching the numbers, attempting to put some distance between you and the ravenous man clinging to your skin.

“What!? You’re twenty –” “Just… don’t think about it.”

He knew you were older from the way you commanded a room and from the way you kissed him. You weren’t like the other girls he’d been involved with during his time on the road, jet setting across the world. You were a woman – powerful, sexy, demanding of more than the mediocrity you were usually served and he’d convinced himself that he was up for the challenge. Now he needed to convince you.

“I’m an adult – you’re an adult. And this feels really good, yeah? Especially when I kiss you here… and here.”

He was selling it, and selling it well – his long, slender fingers traced your ticklish ribs, palms slowly travelling down your lower back, voice deep and smooth, lips ghosting your ear, whispering all the right things. If your quick maths was correct, nine years wasn’t too crazy. You could work with that as long as nobody else found out.

“Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

You shook your head, sighing to yourself at how ridiculous the aftermath looked. The carnage spread across the room, corner to corner representing how primal the two of you felt in the moment, ripping clothes and grabbing every inch of skin possible. Tipsy but sober enough to know that it was exactly what you needed, craved, giggling like naughty teenagers while you tried not to slip off the couch and ruin the steamy kiss that was sending shivers down your spine, even now.

Enamoured really was the only way to describe how you felt about Lando under the guise of inebriated secrecy but now, in the cold light of day, you were filled with confusion – not regret but definitely not elation either. Mixed emotions that you needed to sift through in the comfort of your own home and away from the crime scene. That would help, you thought as you collected your skirt and bra from the coffee table, slipping it all on in a rush.

While you shuffled around trying to find your handbag, Lando stood at the top of the stairs, watching you scramble around his living room. He paused for a moment, contemplating whether he should stop you. He wanted to, of course but watching the person who he’d shared the night with so obviously needing to make a quick escape made him question what last night meant. He had a good idea of what it meant to him – possibly the beginnings of at the very least a budding friendship, one that may have other benefits attached but a friendship with his neighbour, none the less.

And deep down he wanted to ask you that question, and make sure what happened last night was okay. He hadn’t been left in the dust like this before, always having to gently hint at the person he’d invited into his home to leave without seeming like a dick. But now he was on the receiving end and it didn’t feel great. It felt fucking horrible. And he couldn’t let you leave like that, not if he wanted to know how you were feeling.

You heard footsteps padding down the stairs, the sound causing your head to whip around and catch Lando’s eyes on you. He was shirtless, hair dripping wet from the steaming shower, skin reddened and you could almost bet that he was warm to the touch. His soft, silken skin that melted like butter under your fingernails was shadowed by the darkness, the room barely visible if it wasn’t for the street lamp outside the open window. But you could still see his steely expression – crushed, maybe a little irritated but you’d really only seen him smiling or in a state of pure ecstasy, feeling untainted pleasure. You didn’t know him at all, yet had shared something so intimate. Every instinct was telling you to run but he was so cute.

God, you were beyond conflicted.

Lando had pulled on a pair of joggers that were riding low on his hips and a breathy "wow," was all he said as he jumped off the last step, shaking his head and causing the droplets of water to trickle down his neck. He cleared his throat and shuffled into the lounge room, eyes trained on you – seeking some kind of excuse that would stroke his ego, anything other than you never wanting to see him again.

His tone implied that maybe he thought you were going to scurry away into the night, which was a pretty reasonable assumption. And when you glanced up at him again, you were met with an incredulous stare as he itched the scratches you’d decorated his shoulder with, only now noticing the marks you’d left behind. You averted your eyes, stuffed your phone into the back pocket of your skirt, arms quickly sliding into your leather jacket that you noticed slung over the back of the couch for safekeeping.

It was still dark outside and you knew how bad it all looked, optics wise. Handbag hoisted on your shoulder, eyes darting towards the door. 10 past 5, the analogue clock hanging from the farthest wall read. You were exhausted, hungover and really not in the mood to justify your abrupt exit but you couldn’t ignore the effect you were having on the man standing in front of you, silently waiting for you to explain yourself. Pained. You owed him an explanation, at least.

Lando bent down and picked his jeans up from the creaky floorboards below your feet, folding them neatly over the back of the chair he was standing behind, peeking up towards the clock with you. It was way too early to be up, and there was a part of him that wanted to entice you back to his warm bed and pretend like this awkward interaction never even happened but he could tell from your bloodshot eyes that you were headed for an Irish exit – and he couldn’t stop you.

"I was going to say goodbye," You whispered with as much conviction as you could muster in your drowsy state, unable to truly comfort him with your words.

Lando scoffed under his breath, humoured by your blatant lie and gave you an unconvinced nod, "Whatever you say."

There was a growing silence between the two of you as he walked around and took a seat on the empty couch where your night together began, head in his hands and his fingers tugging hard on his damp curls. He was frustrated and a little confused by the mixed messages. You admitted post-sesh, that you’d enjoyed yourself more than you had in months after the third time he had your writhing under his touch, screaming out his name and the Lords in quick succession. Tangled in his bamboo sheets, paralysed until eventually finding your breath again.

"Is this your usual shtick or should I take it personally?" He asked out of the silence with a wondering look, searching your face for some kind of reassurance that he wasn’t imagining all of this.

You sighed and adjusted your jacket again – fidgeting bought you some time while you figured out how honest you wanted to be with him. Your guard always went back up after a random hook up with a guy you barely knew and you never, ever felt the need to explain yourself but when you scanned his darkening blue eyes, you felt the air being sucked out of your lungs. Breathless and wishing you could wipe away the anguish on his beautiful face. This was a ‘you’ problem and he didn’t deserve to be swept up in your mess, at least not yet.

"Typically I leave them to muddle over that question but I can’t even try and pretend like this..." You pointed between the two of you, "... wasn't obscenely hot."

For some reason, unknown, you needed him to know that – or at least know part of the truth. The other part was that you had severe commitment issues and sharing that with a guy who you’ve just met wasn’t the ideal way to introduce yourself. You’d scared them off in the past with that and you weren’t about to make that mistake again – not when there was a good chance of seeing this person every time you left your apartment.

Lando’s eyes shot up from the floor and the toothy grin on his face that had lured you back to his apartment in the first place indicated that he was pretty pleased with your answer. And no doubt happy with his work, which had been outstanding if you were being candid. That boyish bravado, the one that had you pinning him down and reminding him who was boss only a few hours ago, had returned and you couldn’t stop your own smile mirroring his.

"Well I did think if you were pretending to enjoy it that you deserved an Oscar," Lando joked back, finding his feet again, “That’s the acting award, right?”

You nodded and readjusted your bag again, still with the intent of getting the fuck out of there. You’d done your part and reassured him that what happened last night was great but anything extra would’ve looked like this was more than a hook up, and you couldn’t encourage that with a guy nine years your junior. Not in a million years.

"If I can't convince you to stay a little longer, at least let me make you a cup of tea before you go," He offered, gesturing towards the kitchen that was cloaked in darkness. Truth be told, you hadn’t even registered that there was a kitchen there, only really being shown the bedroom and nothing else. Your priorities were different in the heat of the moment, a house tour falling very quickly to wayside but you were tempted to see how the other half lived, curiosity getting the better of your judgement.

“Sure.”

You sat back as he made you both a brew from the expensive looking kettle tucked away on his kitchen counter and you discovered pretty quickly that you were sitting in what could only be described as a glorified bachelor pad. There were red flags everywhere – the large, extravagant gaming unit was the first thing that caught your eye, followed by the obscene amount of sneakers and motorsports paraphernalia on display in the walkway. You didn’t mind someone having hobbies or passions, but it was borderline obsessive – and excessively boujee. He was obviously doing well for himself financially, one would have to be to live in your neighbourhood, but that didn’t distract from the fact that he was clearly in a different phase in his life, and you didn’t hold that against him. It just wasn’t where you were anymore.

The only saving grace was that your hangover hadn't been too bad considering how much you ended up drinking last night and you thanked your lucky stars. It gave you the strength to be able to process your surroundings and maybe, somehow make a clean break without hurting anyone. Lando was cute and unbelievably good in bed but you needed to find someone safe, someone unwavering who could put your mind at ease about the expectations of an adult relationship – something you’d never really had and definitely not one that the young man standing in front of you had ever experienced, you presumed. Dangerously. And entertaining him would only delay the inevitable and that wasn’t fair on either of you.

"Milk and sugar?" Lando’s ambiguously accented voice startled you out of that deep, pessimistic train of thought – for the best. He was steeping the tea bag and making sure that everything was perfect so he didn’t scare you off. He could sense that you were as good as gone but he was trying.

"Um, just a dash of milk please," You replied softly and he turned around to retrieve the milk, attempting to keep his cool.

He didn’t do this very often, entertaining a woman’s company, especially in his own home. It was sacred to him, in a way. A place he could escape to; where he could be himself with no judgement. His other apartments around the world didn’t even begin to compare to being home in the motherland. Just around the corner was where he went to school, only for a few grades but they were his formative years. The ones where he experienced his first crush, first girlfriend, nearly his first kiss. A couple of streets over was where him, his brother and their parents used to live before his sisters came along, then they upsized to a house in the country, leaving the city behind with their four kids. All these memories meant that he really didn’t do this often and you could tell from the way he was nervously biting the inside of his cheek.

He was obviously trying to make a good impression after your awkward start to the morning but you should’ve been the only one in the room feeling like an idiot. He was sweet, awkward but welcoming and you wanted to make him feel at ease. But as he closed the heavy fridge door, his shoulder caught the handle and slammed it into his side, causing him to exclaim in pain. Echos of his voice filtering through the spacious kitchen.

“Fuck!” He shouted, mumbling incoherently as he composed himself, "I'm that fuckin' exhausted that I’ve lost all motor function," He complained, holding his shoulder and eventually, once the pain subsided, started to laugh lightly.

You had jumped up from the bar stool you were perched on, concern furrowed into your eyebrows until he turned back around. Then you couldn't help but chuckle at the puppy dog eyes and the exaggerated pout on his lips. In that moment, you had an epiphany – a gut feeling. You didn't want this to be the last time you were sat up at his breakfast bar, watching him make you a cup of tea after an ecstasy-filled night together. It was powerful, almost knocked you off your feet when you felt it. Winnie’s words rattled around in your head as you narrowed your eyes and smiled – trust your gut.

“I explicitly remember you saying last night that you’d been training hard recently and that nothing could stop you… Is there a small chance that you exaggerated your stamina?” Your tone was teasing, the question nothing more than a way to bait him into reliving the vision of him having his way with you, memorising every sensation he felt as he poured the milk into your cup.

"Hey, I was going great after the first couple of rounds but that third one..." Lando puffed, cheeks big and a mischievous smirk niggling at his lips, now taunting you with the memories and hoping you were feeling the same heat that he was.

He pushed the scalding teacup across the counter and into your hands and you welcomed it with a smile. You were exhausted and a brew really was the perfect way to wake up the senses. And a perfect way to mark the beginning of whatever the hell this was.

"Yeah you did most of the work on the last one so thank you for that and thank you for the cuppa," You replied and brought the cup to your smirking lips, Lando doing the same.

"My pleasure."

Much to your surprise, and Lando’s astonishment, that wasn’t the last time you found yourself perched on a bar stool, having breakfast with your handsome neighbour. It became a regular occurrence for the next week at least, exchanging numbers and texting any time either of you felt the desire to get reacquainted again. He had a week with you before he had to leave the county – a business trip, he vaguely explained but you were content with that. You didn’t need to know the in’s and out’s of his schedule – you really just wanted him, preferably naked in your bed.

“It’ll only be for a couple of weeks and then I’ll be back,” Lando yawned as you nuzzled into his neck, pressing soft kisses across his jaw, “Hopefully you don’t forget about me.” 

That statement stopped you in your tracks, you had agreed on no feelings – no strings attached. You were having a bit of fun, harmless, no questions asked kind of fun and you thought you were on the same page with that as you pulled away and looked at the smirking devil laying beside you, bare naked and wrapped around your finger, “Very funny.”

“Got you.”

You blinked a couple of times, sighing at how soft he looked bathing in the sunrays sneaking through your curtains, “You are so pretty.”

Lando stifled a laugh and tucked away the stray strands of your hair that he’d accidentally pulled into your face when he shuffled under the sheets, snaking a strong around your waist, “I’ve got nothing on you.”

A hum melodically rumbled in your chest as you looked up at the ceiling, hand wrapped around his forearm, contentedly circling the skin that was warm to the touch. Lightly haired, freckled, tanned – perfectly complimenting the crisp linen sheets that you’d put on the bed before he pranced over the road and rang your apartment number, buzzing it one too many times and feeling like he was coming across a little too keen. But he was excited to see you, dying to touch you. Truth be told, he didn’t want to leave London for work. The last thing he wanted was to be flogged by his trainer, reviewing footage and analysing data from what felt like months ago in Monaco.

It really hadn’t been that long but you had waltzed into his life early December, like the perfect storm, disrupting all of his plans for a Dubai new years. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself but he couldn’t deny that staying in London with you for New Year's had crossed his mind because here you were; lazily loving on him, kissing every inch of skin that was in reach of your perfect lips, making him forget about the string that may or may not be attached. The cushy bubble you had created together was everything he could’ve asked for and he didn’t want to burst it.

“What are your plans for new years?”

His own words shocked him as the question hung in the air, his subconscious filter no longer functioning the way it was supposed to. For a second he thought maybe he’d said it in his head but he knew when you craned your neck and looked up at him, wide eyed that he’d said it aloud.

“I usually get sloshed somewhere in the city with friends but the last couple have been quiet with work and everyone else doing their own thing…”

“Maybe we could get sloshed together.” There was no point in being coy, he thought. He’d blurted it out now so he may as well shoot his shot. Carpe momentum.

“I love that idea.”

Love. The three letter word that had been on the tip of your tongue all week. You’d stopped yourself so many times in the throes of passion, when the overwhelming feeling to shout it from the rooftops almost compelled you to give in. But that would've been a superficial proclamation of love. You loved what he was doing to you, how he set your body alight and it would only complicate matters, you told yourself. And there are other words to use than the cursed one.

But here you were. Too stunned to speak. Lando quirked an eyebrow and chuckled, knowing you’d slipped up but he found himself sadistically enjoying the way you squirmed in the silence.

“I love it too.”

“Don’t push it.”

“I’m doing no such thing,” He defended, a cheeky grin plastered across his face as he placed a swift kiss to your pursed lips, “Flip over for a quickie because I’ve gotta go and pack for my flight this afternoon.”

Of course you did as you were told, leg hoisted up while he slipped on a condom, his free hand angling your head back so he could smother you in kisses as he filled you to the brim. Moaning names back and forth like a symphony and unintelligible sweet nothings, empty promises disappearing into the air as you both came, gripping sheets and skin, hands clasped together beside your dizzy head.

Goodbyes were hard. But they were even harder when you couldn’t say what you wanted to or when you didn’t have clarity on whom you were saying goodbye to. A farewell to a friend was different to a lover, different to a stranger – but Lando had it covered as you stood silently in your doorway, about to burst the bubble.

“So I’ll see ya,” He whispered before capturing your bottom lip in a sweet, meaningful kiss. It was slow, sensual. Intentional. The kind you give to a person that you know you want to see again, share this moment with again. A small reminder of what you’ll be missing and yearning for while he’s away. Longing, lasting. A teasing pinch to the ribs brought you back to reality and a breathy yelp from you broke the kiss.

“Maybe I will forget about you.” You jeered, lightly punching his tensed stomach as he laughed, instantly noticing your flushed cheeks. Lando slipped his hand down your forearm and grasped your fingers that were dangling by your side, lonely, giving them a soft, reassuring squeeze.

“You won’t.”

And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Nervous didn’t even begin to explain the feeling coursing through your body. On the brink of a panic attack maybe described your current state of being a little better. You were pacing up and down your kitchen, hands on hips, looking around at all of the people who you loved the most in the world. All of them smiling, having a great time, seemingly oblivious to the fact you were losing your mind.

It was New Years Eve – you should’ve been thrilled to be giving 2022 the middle finger. It hadn’t been a great year for you but the future was looking brighter each and every day now that you weren’t chained to a job that gave you nothing but a headache.

You were also, for the first time in years, in a situationship that made you happy and that person had given you more to look forward to in a few weeks than some people had given you in a lifetime. But there was one glaringly obvious gap that you were worried about. Sure, in the cloak of darkness, you could be free with Lando, be who you wanted to be but you knew there would be side glances, maybe even some snickers when they met him and now, here you were, regretting this whole party and getting yourself into such predicament.

“You might need to go and get some more booze because your friends are absolutely going for it out there,” Your co-worker and friend, Rae enthused as she walked into your kitchen, stopping when she caught you pacing neurotically and chewing on your nails, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Um–” Your train of thought was interrupted by the buzzing of your intercom, “I’ll get that and then go get some more drinks.”

Rae nodded and returned to the gathering out in your small but adequate courtyard, quietly worried about her friend. You had been through it these last couple of months and she only wanted the best for you – hence encouraging you to throw the party in the first place. A great excuse to get everyone you love in a room, she said – It’ll be so much fun, she said. And she was probably right, except for the fact your mind was racing a million miles an hour, contemplating whether you should message Lando and call the whole thing off.

You swung the front door open and there he was, arms filled with boxes of Strongbow cider and his roommate, Max in tow, also carrying a couple of bottles himself, “Happy New Years Eve,” Lando greeted, smiling big and giving you a quick wink as you stepped to the side and let both boys in.

“I was just about to go out and get more drinks but wow,” You sighed, watching Lando put the last of the cases in your fridge, “Absolute lifesavers.”

“Couldn’t show up empty handed,” He returned, still grinning from ear to ear, “We are great party guests.” That much was true.

You hummed and glanced over at Max who shrugged and made his way over to you for a hug, looking out at the already buzzing party, “Sorry we’re late by the way. This idiot had to change his shirt, like, 50 times…” He explained and by doing that, earned himself a swift punch in the arm.

“Not true,” Lando grumbled, garnering the attention of Rae who was waving the three of you out into the courtyard where everyone was talking amongst themselves, dancing to the loud music.

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t stay inside forever and would eventually have to do introductions, “Come out and meet everyone.”

Lando felt his heart start to race as he followed behind you, lost like a puppy but putting on a brave face for your friends. Neither of you had really been in this position yet, introducing each other as, what? Friends? Neighbours? Lovers? It was still so unclear but he was quietly pleased that it wasn’t him in the hot seat – you were probably better at this shit than him anyways, he thought.

The first time you met Max was at breakfast the morning after one of your many back to back rendezvous’, sans pants and pinned against the counter top, Lando’s hands exploring the expanse of your naked back under his hoodie. In his defence, he didn’t think anyone was home but he was wrong, so very wrong. But you carefully untangled yourself from him, tugged down the hoodie and introduced yourself to Max, amply apologising for being half-naked in his kitchen but doing so gracefully. He was in awe of how cool, calm and collected you were – you were a dream.

But this was very different. You had dozens of eyes on you, keen to meet the two men who quite frankly looked like they could’ve been university students, decked out in hoodies, jeans and sneakers. Compared to the button up shirts and dress shoes worn by your other guests, they were the odd ones out but you didn’t care and nobody else should’ve either – especially if they were truly your friends.

“Everyone – this is Lando and Max, who are my neighbours; guys, this is everyone. They brought more booze so thank them profusely please,” You laughed awkwardly and the group cheered, easing yours’ and Lando’s nerves.

A few of the husbands and boyfriends were quick to make their way over to meet Lando one-on-one. You weren’t exactly across the details but your best friend Winnie, had stalked instagram to find out everything she could about your mystery man. She was the one who had sent you his profile and you realised why he was so elusive about his career and why he had rows and rows of helmets displayed in his study. You hadn’t told him that you knew who he was, purely because it hadn’t come up but he assumed you knew. But to you, he was just Lando – your friendly neighbour who happened to be railing you every night. Not a famous, professional driver who was seemingly adored by millions, including your friends' husbands.

Rae, who was always a beacon of light, was the first to come over and introduce herself and her husband to Lando. Max had already struck up a conversation with your younger brother who had come along with his girlfriend, and little by little you could see the two newcomers blending in – crisis averted.

“It’s about time we had more people my age coming to these things,” Your brother teased, not knowing how much of a gut-punch his observation was to you. Lando noticed the way your face dropped and recovered in a split second as you collected your thoughts. Your brother was right; the median age of your friends was over 30 but pointing that out, for some reason, hurt. Crisis not averted.

“Yeah, well I’m glad you’ve made a friend.” You forced a smile. They were closer to your brothers’ age, only two years difference and it made you feel uneasy, like you were cradle snatching or doing something wrong when the reality was that you both consenting, hot blooded adults.

Just as Lando was trying to find an excuse to pull you away from the conversation, he heard your name being called from across the courtyard. A blonde woman with blindingly white teeth was waving you over, feverishly and he knew you couldn’t ignore her. And almost as if you were sharing a telepathic line, you glanced his way and sent him a sympathetic look before shuffling over to the small group huddled in the corner amongst the lush vines crawling your tall fence.

“What are you lot doing over here?” You asked with a soft chuckle punctuating your question, “You guys look like you’re having a mothers club meeting in the bushes.”

“Winnie just told us that you’re sleeping with one of them!” Monique, an old friend from university whisper-yelled, flabbergasted by the rumour, “Which one is it!?”

You flashed your eyes towards your best friend who was holding her hands up in defence, mouthing sorry but you simply sighed and looked back at the group of women who were waiting for your answer. The last thing you wanted to do was indulge them but you were stuck between a rock and hard place now, no thanks to Winnie who you thought had your back and your secret under lock and key.

“The one in the black hoodie but it’s new and don’t all look at once!”

That was wishful thinking because on cue, they all swivelled around to cop a peek, none of them being subtle in the slightest. “I cannot believe you have a boy toy,” Another one of your friends whispered, unable to read whether she was jealous or being judgemental until she punched your arm, “Lucky bitch.”

You chuckled and looked back at Monique who was tutting, “I really thought you were trying to find someone long term, hun. Don’t you want that?”

“Well, yeah I do but I didn’t expect to meet him or for any of this to happen, but it has and he’s great. I’m more open to seeing where it goes than I was a couple of weeks ago…” You confessed naively to a group of women who all had perfectly orchestrated lives. None of them could imagine striking up a relationship with a younger man.

“Sweetie, he looks like a private schoolboy who just graduated last year AND he’s famous… You can’t seriously think there’s more to it than just sex, right?” Monique asked, almost rhetorically like the answer was obviously no.

You looked over at Winne who was taking a sip of her wine and avoiding your eye line, realising as you scanned the group that all the girls were dodging you, busying themselves with a drink or the hem of their dress. All of them silently siding with Monique and you had no choice but to agree with her, holding back the tears that were pricking the corners of your eye.

You scoffed and awkwardly shuffled in place, humiliated, “No obviously not. It won’t go on much longer I wouldn’t think…” You felt nauseous.

“Thank god for that,” Monique exhaled and grasped your shoulder, “You’ll get your life back on track and find the right guy eventually, hun. You’re just going through that self-destructive phase right now where you make stupid decisions but you’ll come out of it.”

Now you really needed to go throw up.

“Sure,” You smiled through gritted teeth, “I better go check on Rae in the kitchen… I’ll be back in a minute.” The girls nodded and went back to their original conversation until you were gone, no doubt returning to that sad excuse of an intervention once you were out of earshot.

You wouldn’t be back. How could you face them after that? The niggling feeling that they would judge you if they found out about Lando had eaten away at you all day but hearing them confirm your suspicions hurt more than you could’ve ever imagined. They were supposed to be your friends and if it wasn’t for the backyard of people you were entertaining and the fact it was New Years Eve, you would’ve packed up shop and told them all to fuck off.

Instead, you had to grin and bear it, pretend like the people you thought cared about you the most hadn’t been so disappointing. You’d run upstairs, holding back tears as you stood in front of your en suite mirror, trying to find the answers. They didn’t know Lando from a stranger on the street so why did it upset you this much? Maybe it was because they were just validating the feelings you’d been suppressing since you struck up this back and forth with Lando. Maybe it was the wake up call that you needed. Maybe–

“Hey you."

You felt a gentle hand brush down your back, saving you from the spiral you were tumbling down, “I haven’t had the chance to tell you how pretty you look tonight.”

Lando’s words caused a small smile to tug on the corners of your lips as you wiped your eyes and slowly turned around in his arms, “That’s cute.”

He could tell you’d been crying, or at the very least you were visibly upset about something. And he’d noticed how quickly you retreated inside after your little pow-wow with your friends, knowing the only reason you’d run inside like that was if your puppy, Chomp had been causing trouble. But she had been attached to his feet all night; picking him as her favourite human the very first night he stayed over.

“Ah, shit,” Lando huffed, “Of course you look beautiful when you cry – I’m in big trouble,” He joked, softly, pulling you in for a cuddle and hoping he didn’t upset you any further. You stifled a laugh into his chest and he breathed a sigh of relief – soothingly brushing his hands down your back, over the denim jacket.

“I’m an ugly crier usually,” You sniffled, feeling way too vulnerable and broken to be venting to your fuck buddy of all people – you needed to shut this whole conversation down, “But I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not,” Lando swiftly served back, standing his ground as you tried to side step him out of the bathroom, “Do you want to talk about it?”

A soft exhale slipped past your lips and you didn’t put up much of a fight because he wasn’t pushing you. And truth be told, you didn’t have the energy. Between the stress of organising the party and the uncomfortable conversations, there wasn’t a whole lot left in the tank. And Lando was here, comforting you in your moment of need. He was your knight in shining armour again – just like the night you stumbled home drunk and lost your keys. He had your back when no one else did lately and that meant something to you. More than you could articulate or really even confess to.

“I would much rather talk about how your week was. Tell me all about it while I re-do my mascara.”

Lando indulged you in the mundane of his week and revealed small details about his life that you hadn’t heard before. You’d known him for a month now and didn’t realise he had siblings – three of them, no less. And you didn’t really know the extent of his work or where he’d even gone last week but what seemed like a chore to him, sounded exciting to you. A fly-in, fly-out trip to his apartment in Monaco!? What the actual fuck, you scoffed when he told you what he'd been up to. It just showed how little you knew about the man sleeping beside you, comforting you.

“We better get back down there before people start to gossip,” You winked and pulled your bathroom door open, strutting towards the stairs. There was no way you were going to let a little drama ruin your night, not when they were the ones speaking out of turn.

“There she is,” Lando clapped, thrilled to see your confidence had returned. He was pleased that his little pep talk and distraction could bring you back to being the chill, fun-loving woman he’d started to fall for. Hiding those feelings was getting harder and harder the longer he spent time hanging out with you, ambiguously labelled.

Lando watched you gracefully float around the courtyard, chatting to friends, flashing that smile he’d loved from the second he laid eyes on you in that convenience store, pensively deciding on what sweets to buy. Max noticed his best friend longing for you and opted not to rib him for it, knowing how quickly Lando fell for a girl, especially one as brilliant as you. He was monogamous for the most part, only really dabbling in his slut era for a brief time in Monaco.

With you, he felt different. And the way you’d waltzed into his life confirmed that maybe this was fate. That you and him were meant to meet and fall in love, make a go of it. He knew he was getting ahead of himself but you were otherworldly, too good to be true. He didn’t like thinking about the latter – that thought alone making his brows furrow with concern. You were real - he’d touched you, felt nearly every part of you and right now, you were looking at him from across the cobbled courtyard, staring into his soul as you counted down to midnight.

“3, 2, 1… Happy New Year!”

Lando pointed his beer bottle your way, a silent cheers and nod following. You mirrored his action, wishing you could shuffle over and kiss his soft, smiling lips. And he wished you could too but he knew he had to bide his time, maybe stick around and use the excuse that you needed help cleaning up, hoping to god your friends were selfish enough to leave you with the mess.

And most of them were besides Rae and her husband who insisted on staying to help, like an angel sent from above. But you knew they had a long drive back to her parents’ house in Watford, choosing to spend New Years Eve with you and the next day with her family. You loved her for that and definitely couldn’t put her to work after changing her plans to keep you company. Little did she know that you had everything you really needed in your new man.

“I will see you next week, my love. Drive safe,” You kissed her cheek and gave her husband’s hand a squeeze before closing the front door and returning to the kitchen where most of the carnage was.

The only difference now was that it was just Lando standing there, hunched over the sink, sans Max who had been standing there before you walked Rae to the door. “Where did Max go?”

Lando twisted his hips and attempted to blow a curl that had fallen in his face away, hands dripping wet from the soapy water. “Uh, he had to go…” He unconvincingly replied, causing your confused expression to soften. Two could play this game.

“Rude that he didn’t say goodbye to his favourite neighbour. I’ll have to call him out next time I see him…” You trailed off, coaxing the truth out of the gorgeous man who was reaching for the tea towel you were offering, the smallest smirk creeping onto his lips.

“I may have told him to fuck off…” Lando’s voice lowered an octave as you took a step closer to him, “So we could, you know – be alone. But he was honestly fine with it and said thanks for having him…”

“Wow,” You whispered, flirtatiously. “That’s kinda devious, Norris. Didn’t think you had it in you to be so forward but I like it.”

“Yeah?”

Lando was hanging onto your every word, watching your eyes wander down his chest to his belt buckle, almost like you were sizing him up and he was twitching at the idea of you taking what you wanted. It ignited a fuse deep within and he decided to close the small gap between you – there wasn’t much room left but having you flirting with him, leaning on your bench top sparked an unexpected urge that he didn’t have before he met you. Desperation. He smoothed his hands over the soft material of your shirt, clutching your hips and tugged you into his body, pinning your backside between him and the bench before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve been learning from the best.”

His voice was low, husky and definitely adding to the tingling sensation between your legs. The sight of him washing dishes had you soaked and now you were pathetically drenched, hoping to the heavens above that he’d fuck you senseless and stay the night. Lando leaned in and brushed his nose against yours, hovering for a second before ghosting his lips over your eager ones. He always did this – tested the waters even still now, letting you seal the first layer of consent with a kiss. You liked how respectful he was, and revelled in the feeling of being appreciated. Until you got down to business; then there were no rules – just sex.

“Show me what you’ve learned so far…”

A small chuckle slipped from Lando’s mouth as he nipped down your neck, hands making quick work of undressing you. Yours were the same – feverishly tinkering with buttons and zippers, thick cotton hoodies being thrown across the kitchen and into a pile. The short, sharp panting was the only sound in the house besides the party pumping next door, the vibration from the speaker system making the walls shake, which took you back to the night you and Lando first slept together. Those images were burned into your memory, as was this one you were about to make right here, right now.

“You are dripping wet, gorgeous.” Lando hummed into your ear as he slipped his thick fingers into your panties, stretching them out so he could feel your entire heat on his palm.

“So are you,” You whimpered, spreading his excitement over his blushing tip with your thumb and stroking him up towards your tummy, lips locked and tongues battling for dominance.

Lando had a pretty cock – a lot prettier than most of the men you’d been with, something you noted when you had him in your mouth for the first time, blowing him in the hallway of his apartment building. Clean and manicured, but not completely bare which you appreciated but would never verbalise. He had the perfect amount of everything, not too big and not too small, not too hairy, not too bald – just right.

“Wanna go upstairs?” Lando mumbled against your lips, feeling himself teetering a little too close to the edge. But you broke the kiss and shook your head as you reached down and tugged on the jeans that were sitting on his thighs.

“I wanna get a little bit spicy,” You whispered and waited for Lando to kick off his sneakers, jeans and belt following quickly after, adding to that ever-growing pile of clothes on your kitchen floor. You stood back, admiring the man who was wearing nothing but a white undershirt, standing in your kitchen. “You are ridiculously sexy.”

Lando chuckled and sauntered back over to where you were leaning against the counter, teasingly stroking himself and causing your front teeth to clamp down on your bottom lip. “You’ve done this to me,” He growled, glancing down at his achingly hard cock, cheeks flushed, eyebrow raised, “And how could you not? Look at you...”

The pit in your stomach started to twist as Lando reached out and grabbed you again; firmer than last time and wrangled you into a strong, passionate kiss. It was on – no more flirting, no more foreplay. You could tell his intentions had shifted and you were more than up for the change in pace, fingers entangled in his messy curls, harshly tugging and swallowing the moans rippling from his throat. His fingertips were brushing down your naked sides, teasing the wire on your bra before you pulled back from the kiss and turned around, arse pressed against his manhood, bent over at the waist.

“I am dreaming,” Lando breathed, hands planted firmly on your plump, ripe for the grabbing cheeks, kneading them slowly in his warm palms. You moaned at the sensation of his dick pressed against your thigh, craving more than just his touch.

So you reached behind, grasped his wrist and widened you stance a little more, hoping to give him a not so subtle hint of what you wanted, “I need you baby, I want you to take me like this.” You encouraged by moving his hand to your heat and he quickly cottoned on to what you were doing, fingertips immediately going back to work on your clit.

“Oh yeah?” Lando mocked and pressed perfectly precise kisses down your spine as he continued to pleasure himself and you with his hands. Without warning he slid his stiff cock between your folds, rubbing in slow, rhythmic strokes and grabbing your hips, the skin like putty under his fingertips, “Like this?”

Uh-huh, you moaned and gripped the cold marbled countertop – the sound of your slickness making you even wetter than you already were. Lando dragged his hands down your back as he teased you, smiling to himself knowing you couldn’t see how fucking stoked he was to have you like this, moaning his name.

“That feels amazing,” He confessed, his desire had taken over and he couldn’t even try and pretend like this wasn’t something he’d daydreamed about last week, laying in bed, hundreds of kilometres away from you. You were his fantasy and simultaneously, somehow, his reality.

Lando suddenly had the realisation that he wasn’t prepared for a spontaneous kitchen fuck and cursed himself for not thinking ahead. The last thing he wanted to do was interrupt you rocking back on him raw, arousal covering his cock so perfectly that he could slide in, as you were, way too easily but he knew better than to pull a stunt like that. He wasn’t a monster.

“Um, so I don’t have a condom on me but I can run upstairs and –

“No, it’s fine,” You quickly interrupted before craning your neck to face him, sheepishly biting your lip, “I mean, you don’t have to wear one unless you want to… I’m on birth control, have been for centuries.” Your joke garnered a stifled laugh from Lando as he nodded and gave your hip a reassuring squeeze.

“Cool.” His smirk was small as he tried to hide how stirred he was by the idea of fucking you like this, uninhibited. It was the stuff of his wildest dreams and here you were, laying it out for him on a silver platter. He was feasting like a king.

“But if you’re gonna keep teasing me like that I’ll have to take over.”

Your words snapped Lando out of his lust-filled trance, startling him a little bit and you couldn’t help but giggle at how wide-eyed he was. He looked adorable as he glanced your way and gripped the base of his cock, rolling his eyes sarcastically before teasing your hole, “Oh, I’m savouring this, sweetheart. I don’t think you understand how fucking sexy you look bent over like this and I wanna make sure I remember every little detail.”

Hmmm, you replied licking your lips and bucking your arse back for dramatic effect, “Who said this would be the last time you get to have me like this, huh? Because I can definitely see it happening again if you fuck me good.”

Lando smiled wickedly as he put you out of your misery and pushed forward into your tight, warm pussy but his expression quickly fell into concentration the deeper he went, feeling you clenching around his swollen dick. That first thrust was the toughest to overcome after such an arousing build up, every bit of will power being summoned but you took him by surprise and pushed back slowly, teasing yourself and Lando in one smooth stroke.

“You take me so good, baby.” He growled, watching as he disappeared into you. The sweet slap of skin colliding.

A small chuckle slipped from your parted lips at the compliment, confidence always skyrocketing through the roof when you had him like this. In the short amount of time knowing Lando, you’d learned that he liked to praise and be praised, which was right up your street. You loved it too and it’d become a big part of your sex life with him, egging each other on, heating things up.

“Keep fucking me with that perfect dick, just like that…” You groaned at the deep, languid strokes Lando was doing you with, the pace fastening and making your knees buckle and hands shake.

Whispered words of encouragement filled the air, mixed with the sound of skin slapping and loud moans echoing through the dark, empty apartment. You were perspiring even though it was cold outside, both panting through batted breath, trying to hold onto your highs as the surge of pleasure ripped down your spine. It was nearly impossible with the practically pornographic sounds slipping from Lando’s throat and the pace he was setting. Your head was spinning.

Lando’s hips were snapping hard against your arse, fingertips almost definitely leaving bruises on your doughy hips, making sure you felt every single inch of his dick slamming into your cunt. You had reached back and gripped his wrist, white knuckling his tanned skin; you needed something to hold onto as you fought back, feeling his soft tip hitting that sweet spot he always seemed to find for you, causing a loud, animalistic groan to slip from your parted lips.

“Jesus Christ, Lando. Just like that, just like that, just like that! Don’t fucking stop!”

“I won’t,” He breathed, albeit knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to keep up the speed much longer but unrelenting in his movements, praying that he was doing you the way you deserved. Giving it his all and more until you let go of his wrist and placed your fingertips on his abdomen, slowing him down.

“I’m really fucking close,” You warned, whimpering through the tangled hair that had fallen in your face, circling your hips and trying to unlock the primal instinct you knew Lando had, “You feel so good inside me, baby.”

With those words whispered, you pushed yourself up from the counter and craned your neck around so you could press a sloppy kiss to Lando’s lips. His hands came around and settled on your stomach, cock buried deep inside you, warming and stilled as he explored your mouth with his tongue. You pulled away and brushed your nose with his, trying to find the right words as your fingernails scratched the back of his neck, twirling his damp curls.

“I want to feel you deeper,” You whispered and Lando’s eyebrows crinkled with confusion, “I’ve only got what I’m working with, baby…” He joked back, making you chuckle into his jaw.

“That’s not what I mean…”

Lando shrugged as you bent back over and hoisted your knee up onto the countertop, “Just go slow and see how deep you can go.”

“Oh my fuuucking god,” Lando whined as he caught sight of you spread out for him, hustling him to fuck you as deep as he possibly could. A simple request but it was nearly enough to trigger his high as he closed his eyes and dove back into your tightness, inch by inch disappearing until you screamed out his name in pleasure. The angle was so sweet that you could already feel the knot twisting in the pit of your stomach, testing your ability to chase it.

“That’s it,” You barely choked out, “Holy shit that feels good.”

Lando found his toe-curling rhythm again, knowing that this was it. He wasn’t going to be able to keep this up, not when you rutted back on his dick, chasing your high and grappling around his throbbing cock like your life depended on it. And you were right there with him, restlessly moaning underneath him, thrashing through your orgasm and barely even feeling the mighty crescendo in the end because of the unintentional overstimulation you’d caused. But fuck it felt extraordinary.

“Oh god – oh, fuck!” Lando shouted loudly, his high also catching him by surprise as he came, fucking out every last drop he had before he even registered what had happened. He stilled inside you, not moving before he looked down and realised what he’d done, immediately jumping back and pulling out; warm, sticky liquid dripping down your thigh, leaving you feeling empty.

“Shit! Oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry…” Lando panicked as you stood up straight and reached behind him for a tissue, watching you with his hands on his head, unable to comprehend how stupid he was.

“Hey, it’s okay…” You whispered and reached out for his hand as you swiftly cleaned yourself up. He needed reassurance and that he had nothing to be sorry for but you couldn’t help but crack a small, harmless joke to settle his nerves. “Happens to the best of us.”

Lando exhaled deeply as you threw the tissue in the bin and tugged him closer into your trembling body, lowering your voice with a smirk and squeezing his shaky hand, “Can I tell you a little secret?”

He nodded and let your soft expression wash over him, finally feeling like he could breathe for the first time since he left your warmth, “I really liked it.”

“Really?” Lando asked, heart racing and dick twitching again at your words as you nodded, dancing your fingers over his cotton-clad chest, “A lot.”

“Fuck,” He mumbled under his breath, “I’m still sorry though. I just lost control and forgot where I was… So awkward.” He chuckled the last part and felt his cheeks burning up from embarrassment, cursing his body for the betrayal.

“Well, I’m going to take that as a compliment.” You smiled proudly and threw your arms around Lando’s shoulders, linking them behind his neck before trawling your fingers through his gorgeously tousled curls.

“I was just so bloody good you couldn’t wait to come. Absolute pro.”

“Exactly…” He laughed and pressed a strong kiss to your lips, “And you said you wanted me deeper so I was just following your orders.”

“Love that… love you,” You sighed and returned the kiss, oblivious to the words you just muttered out loud. Lando heard them clear as day.

“Did you just say you loved me?” He asked incredulously, hiding the smile threatening to show on his red, puffy lips.

You paused, unable to really explain away the words that had just slipped out without you even knowing, “Um… I…”

“Because I’m fallin’ in love with you.”

Lando was stoic in his admission and it took you back a little. The whole “no strings attached” rulebook had been thrown out the window and here you were, standing in your kitchen half-naked, declaring your love for one another in the middle of the night. It was unorthodox but everything so far in your situationship with Lando had been from the moment you met. Why should affirming your affections be any different?

“I’m falling in love with you too.”

Your voice was barely a whisper as Lando strengthened his hold around your waist, chests pinned against each other. He simply nodded and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Awesome.” He whispered back, smile tugging on the corners of his lips, “So now that we have that sorted, do you wanna go upstairs and show me how much you love me?”

“Don’t push it,” You nudged, face scrunched and shyly buried into Lando’s chest.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. And maybe you didn’t need all the wisdom and baggage that came with someone older, someone who had already lived a life. In contrast, Lando was exciting and living life to the fullest, travelling the world, seeing it all and not burdened by responsibility.

But that’s what made him the dangerous choice. He wasn’t always going to be around when you needed him, longed for him. There was nothing chaining him to London and he’d expressed how much he loved his freedom but maybe you could change that. But then you would be changing him and you didn’t want to do that, you weren’t that kind of partner. You couldn’t make that decision for him nor did you want to. All these insecurities and fears swirled around in your head as you fell asleep in Lando's warm embrace, limbs tangled together like a web, tender between your thighs and an ache in your heart.

You were falling in love with him; that much was true but what would the cost be of handing your heart over to someone who had the world at his feet, everything still to experience?

Was the hope of being in love enough?

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a/n – i finally got it done, ya'll! there will be a third and final part to this story but don't ask me when because i don't know. instead, give me your thoughts about this part and if you want more of lando in upcoming one-shots etc. lemme know!

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"Can't Help Falling in Love"

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: Falling inlove with Lewis Hamilton

Word Count: 525

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As I sit lost in thought about Lewis, my heart races with excitement and fear. For some time now, I've harbored feelings for him, but I've never had the courage to express them. At first, I believed it was just a passing fancy, but as we've spent more time together, my emotions have grown deeper.

I yearn for us to embrace the discomfort and vulnerability that comes with opening up to each other. Let's hold onto each other through thick and thin, finding solace and safety in each other's arms. We can find humor in our blunders, cherish the simple moments, and cry together when needed. We should be receptive to all the good things life has to offer, discover life's beauty as a duo, and support each other through the bad times.

Our potential to become something truly special is unmistakable. Despite our different backgrounds, our hearts beat in unison. My attraction towards him is undeniable, and I comprehend that it's more than just a momentary infatuation. Lewis possesses a combination of traits that I find enthralling.

For example, his fervor is infectious, driving everything he does. Whether it's on the racetrack or in his personal life, he is unwavering in his pursuit of his goals. Like when he worked tirelessly to win the championship race, despite the odds being against him.

He is acutely perceptive of the world around him, attuned to people's feelings and emotions, and is not afraid to show his own. I remember when he comforted me after a tough day, his empathy and understanding were comforting.

His bravery in being vulnerable is commendable. Lewis is intrepid, taking chances, testing boundaries, and willing to reveal his flaws. This vulnerability makes him even more endearing. I recall when he opened up to me about his fears and insecurities, it made me feel closer to him.

He is fully present in each moment, committed to the people and experiences in his life. His enthusiasm is contagious, making anyone want to be a part of whatever he is doing. Like when he took me on a spontaneous adventure, his excitement was contagious and we had an unforgettable time.

For me, being with Lewis is like being in a beautiful dream. He is gorgeous inside and out, bold and daring, and unafraid to pursue his dreams. He is addictive in the most wonderful way.

So here I am, acknowledging that my feelings for him are authentic. I'm not sure where it will take us, but I'm inexplicably drawn to him. He is exceptional, and I am grateful to have him in my life.

As I sit there lost in thought about Lewis, he interrupts me, calling out my name. My heart races as he approaches me.

"What were you thinking about?" he inquires curiously, searching my eyes.

"Just lost in thought," I reply nonchalantly.

Lewis doesn't push any further, settling beside me as we continue our conversation. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth as he wraps his arm around me. The way his eyes look at me, as if he can see straight through me, makes me feel special.

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[gyudons]

this reads like a “so you’ve discovered sports tumblr and yes the denizens are unhinged” thread

[parc-the-femme]

nico rosberg really is the best f1 commentator currently because not only does he actually know what he's talking about but he's not afraid to make bitchy little comments and wax poetic about lewis hamilton like what more do you want

[pierregazly]

but mama, i love him ꨄ oscar piastri smau

oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

the one where oscar's girlfriend has been soft launching their relationship for ages. and he's okay with it, especially if it means he can keep hiding in plain sight from her three overprotective brothers.

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ynleclerc omg omg omg... charles leclerc signed my hat? should i add it to the shrine? give them something to sacrifice?

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username any non-f1 fan would automatically assume ynleclerc is a crazy fan page for charles

username or a charles leclerc hate page... all she does it make fun of her brothers here

username she's offering her signed hat for the tifosi to sacrifice for a CL16 win??? that seems like pure love all around

arthur_leclerc i also signed your hat?

ynleclerc i also do not care? will a hat signed by you get me millions if i sell it for sacrificial purposes?

charles_leclerc what's next? my personal belongings?

ynleclerc is that an offer? if so, oui. i will take what i think will make me the most money next time i'm there, merci <3

scuderiaferrari if it gets us a 1-2 finish, sacrifice everything ynleclerc... please 🙏

username being a Ferrari fan is so satisfying when you remember ynleclerc is an automatic inclusion in everything and anything charles does

username the things i would do to have her as a McLaren fan... she's too beautiful for Ferrari 😭

oscarpiastri a piastri hat will get you good money in straya btw

username oscar??

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oscarpiastri 'stop hitting me with the ball on purpose you jerk' was said more times than it should've been, by someone who really just sucks at tennis. had an awesome week back home, time to get back to it 💪

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logansargeant no wonder you're so worried about getting run over

username the coordinating outfits?? i'm gonna scream, who is she!!!

username what does logan know, tell us your secrets girl logansargeant

username oscar is gonna soft launch this relationship until the end of time. show us her face, you coward!!

ynleclerc did you pay her for all the bruises that tennis ball left?? poor girl

oscarpiastri it's not my fault she's a terrible tennis player, we all know i've offered to pay for a trainer

landonorris so this is why you couldn't come to bali with me 🤨

username lando really said i'm the third wheel??

username to be fair i'd probably pick oscar's girlfriend over lando for a week away too

username girly you don't even know who she is!!! she could be the devil

username i wanna be included in oscar's post week home photo dump :(

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oscarpiastri you can call me pookie whenever you want if you're gonna post things like this

ynleclerc i'd call you pookie with or without your permission, mon amour

charles_leclerc who is this

charles_leclerc why won't you tell us who you're dating

charles_leclerc we won't hurt him

charles_leclerc answer my texts

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ynleclerc get you a man who can do both, luckiest woman in the world whenever you're around. mon amour 🤍

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username people involved in formula 1 and their obsession with soft launching everything NEEDS to be studied

username at least she posts her boyfriend and he isn't just a small figure in the background of every post (charles this is a direct hate comment)

arthur_leclerc this would have been very lovely if it weren't for the last photo

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ynleclerc suppose it's a good thing you could easily ignore it. cheers :)

pascale.leclerc.355 trés belle, ma fille 💗

charles_leclerc maman?

username could you IMAGINE if ynleclerc told pascale but obviously hasn't told her brothers? i can FEEL the outrage

username starting to think this may be a driver, ynleclerc is at every race weekend and ALWAYS makes a post with her mystery man at some point during the week after...

username okay ms sleuth (i think it's lando)

username i'm like 65% sure it's oscar, and 35% positive it's someone that looks a lot like oscar

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ynleclerc someone exposed us on twitter, so i had to expose us on instagram 😮‍💨

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oscarpiastri love you <3

oscarpiastri i will love you even when a ferrari has run me over, of course.

arthur_leclerc is this your way of telling me i was right, without texting me back?

charles_leclerc this must be a joke, non?

pascale.leclerc.355 so very excited to finally be able to invite the both of you for dinner. trés belle 🤍

charles_leclerc maman, you knew?

ynleclerc oscar and i will see you for sunday dinner, maman! <3

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ynleclerc live feed of oscar running away from charles in the paddock when he said he 'just wanted to talk, mate'

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charles_leclerc i truly just wanted to talk about the race

charles_leclerc i did not have a speech planned, non

arthur_leclerc i did have a speech planned

lorenzotl i just wanted to welcome him to the family, as a good big brother should

oscarpiastri my apple watch warned me of an overactive heart rate 5 times today. why did you do this to me. why couldn't you have three sisters???

ynleclerc so very sorry, in our next life i'll try to make sure you only have to worry about sisters and not three overprotective brothers

oscarpiastri as long as i get to spend every lifetime with you <3

i actually got a request for something like this ages ago, and finally got around to finishing it. i so hope you all loved it as much as i loved writing it. thank you for all the support!!

i'm not currently taking requests, but if anyone has lil suggestions or prompts please feel free to send them.

[maxtermind]

when f1 drivers dirty text you

(and you pretend your dad answers)

★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri

★ : genre :: crack

★ : a/n :: promise I'm working on getting the requests done, exams just have me busyyyy!

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Daddy Bearman: Hi, I’m Ollie’s dad. My son is racing for Ferrari—

Charles, Lewis, Max, Seb, Carlos, Entire Ferrari Team, Literally Every Other Driver:

[csainzoperator]

f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆

summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"

warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel

an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼

lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[norrisleclercf1]

Being obsessed with lando’s biceps that he has little bruises on his inner arms from love bites or when you bight his arms during rough sex. One day he stretches on stream and everyone sees them.

A/N: Same anon, same I also made this silly, because this is just so cute and something silly that would happen to him

"Baby," Lando whines when you lean over on the couch and bite his arm. It wasn't hard, it never was. You just were, in love with his arms. He didn't mind that you would do it, if anything he was obsessed with it in a way only he would be.

You once bit him so hard during sex, and you didn't even mean too it was just one of those nights that everything went blind and you just bite down. He hates to admit it, but that was probably the hardest he's ever came.

In a little box filled with your toys and his, you had some Polaroids of you with some love marks but his neck, chest, and arms were littered with your love bites on him. You loved taking pictures of him and he's be smiling brightly at you.

"What?" You ask, kissing the new bruise that had him chuckling and leaning over kissing the top of your head as he goes back to gaming on the consule. "You going to stream today?" You ask, and he hums ndding his head as he fixes his hat, putting it on backwards.

You can't help yourself and lean over placing another bite, because cause how can you not. Lando was wearing a black shirt with some joggers and his hat was backwards. His necklace that you loved seeing in your face was peaking out. He looked so hot, so you let yourself bite your boyfriend.

He laughs and waves you off admiring the new mark as he moves and lays on top of you blowing raspberries on your neck which has you screaming and laughing cause it tickles. "Animal," He grumbles and pokes your stomach which has you almost pee yourself cause you're laughing so hard.

"I'm going to stream my little vampire, so control those urges while I go stream with the guys," Lando leans down, giving you a kiss as you giggle and nod, quickly pulling up Twitch.

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"Fuck off Ginge," Lando laughs, leaning back in his chair as he stretches. His shirt rolls up showing off the bite marks on his waist and the ones littering his arms. "Jesus, Lando, dating a vampire mate?" Your face goes bright red as Lando quickly snaps down and laughs nervously.

"I got bruised in training." He blurts, trying to think of an excuse which has you dying of embarrassment, the texts from your friends and his rolling in on your phone.

"Training for what? How to make your girl-" "OKAY! We're done here for the day, I hope everyone has a good day!" Lando quickly closes the stream and you hear his loud groan down the hall and then he appears, a playful glare on his face.

"Maybe I should return the favor." "Lando, no!" You laugh as your boyfriend pounces on you.

[lightsoutletsgo]

bear hugs — cl.16

pairing: charles leclerc x bearman!reader | ollie bearman x oldersister!reader

word count: 10k

warnings: mentions of food, specific clothing/outfits detailed but no specific body descriptions used, tooth rotting fluff, charles and reader being awkward and cheesy, lots of giggling, charles and y/n are just two shy babies who kiss softly, pretty emotional scene where y/n and ollie are the cutest siblings taglist: @iamapersonwholikesunicorns @arieslost @weekendlusting

You groaned as your peaceful sleep was disturbed, but by what exactly you weren’t sure. You rolled over, eyes slowly blinking at the way the morning light was pouring through the curtains. Oh. Your phone was ringing. You stretched out an arm to grab your phone from where it had been charging on the bedside table all night. Just who was calling and waking you up? You winced as your phone screen shone far too brightly for your poor eyes. Reading the caller ID you huffed and threw your phone onto the bed next to you, before throwing an arm over your eyes to go back to sleep. Sometimes your brother could be so annoying.

Your phone stopped ringing and in the silence you felt yourself gently slipping back into sleep. Until the ringing started again, growling you felt around for your phone before answering with a short tone, “What Ols? I was asleeeeep…” You whined,  “Turn your camera on!” Ollie practically yelled at you. You shut your eyes with a groan, doing as he asked, “Ollie stop shouting-” “Ferrari called.” You stopped at his interruption and sat up suddenly, wide awake as you stared at your little brother, “W-wha…?” “I’m driving for them. This weekend. Carlos is sick and so I’m standing in for him.” Ollie stared at you, practically vibrating on the spot with how excited he was. 

“What the fuck Ollie?!” You gaped at your phone, tears already welling up in your eyes, “Are you serious?” Your brother’s laugh rang through the speaker and you watched as he nodded on screen, “Yeah I just got the call!” “Ols this is insane…” Your voice trailed off as he beamed at you, “I’m shaking to be honest… is that weird? I feel like that’s weird-” “Uh you just got a call from Ferrari that you’re driving in F1 this weekend, I think it’s pretty normal all things considered.” You reasoned, he released a shaky exhale, “You’ll come and watch from the garage with Dad right?” “Obviously, dumbass.” He stuck his tongue out childishly as you checked the time, “I guess we’ll be there in like an hour?” You paused for a moment, “Hey Ollie?” “Hmm?” You smiled at the way his excitement was so visible, “I’m really proud of you, you know that right?” “I love you.” Was all he said in reply, “Love you too stinky, now go eat some breakfast! I’ll be there soon.” You clicked ‘end call’ and sat on your hotel bed in silence. What an insane weekend. You didn’t think you could get any prouder of him after his amazing performance in F2 and gaining that all important P1 position and yet here you were about to dress in Ferrari red and watch your brother race one of the most famous F1 circuits in the world for one of the top teams. 

You fell back against the pillows with a squeal, kicking your legs and giggling in excitement. You grabbed your phone and texted your Dad,

Jumping out of bed you quickly showered before thanking whatever higher power was out there that you’d packed some cute red clothing options this time round including your vintage Ferrari jacket. You grabbed a pair of your favourite jeans and a plain white t-shirt before quickly showering and fixing your hair. After getting dressed and finishing your routine you made sure to grab your bag and you were off to the track. 

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You were used to being in the garages for the F2 races, you’d been to more than your fair share of them to support Ollie, but this was another level. The amount of people; mechanics, PR, sponsors, supporters, engineers, photographers. Your ears were already ringing and you hadn’t even heard the cars yet. A shout of your name grabbed your attention and you turned in the garage to see your brother hurtling towards you, “Y/N!!” You were practically winded as he hugged you tightly, “I’m so glad you’re here!” “Hey stinky.” You wrapped your arms around him, “Oooooo bear hug!” You joked. Ever since you could remember it had been a running joke in your family to call every hug a bear hug, after your last name. You often joked that no one could give hugs like the Bearman family, and only you and your family members could give a certified ‘bear hug’.  “How you feeling?” Ollie stood back up straight, fixing his cap, “Excited!” “Good.” He nodded at your jacket, “Bet you’re glad you brought that now!” You laughed, “Maybe I subconsciously knew…” A cough from behind you made you spin round and you gasped as a man stood right behind you, “May I please get past you? Thank you.” You felt him skim past your back and your knees practically melted at the slight accent and lilt in his voice, your eyes followed him as he walked to the other side of the garage to talk to some of the mechanics. Ollie gave a snort from beside you, “Hellooooo? Earth to Y/N!” His hand waved in front of your face and you slapped it away, looking at him with wide eyes, “Ollie. That was Charles Leclerc. The Charles Leclerc just spoke to me.” 

Charles exhaled almost nervously as he walked past you. He had no clue who you were but he wanted to find out. You’d immediately caught his eye as soon as he’d walked into the garage and now he was hooked. He turned back subtly to look at you and felt his stomach sink as he watched you laugh with Ollie. Of course a pretty girl like you would already be taken. In your Ferrari jacket his mind started racing with thoughts of how you’d look with his number on your back or on your cap. Wait what? He didn’t even know you and he was fantasising about you. Clearly you were someone important to his new junior teammate and he needed to focus on the task at hand. 

“You know you’re drooling,” Your brother joked and you hissed at him, punching his shoulder, barely taking your eyes off of Charles. Ollie rolled his eyes, “In my excitement I forgot about your little crush-,” A slap to his stomach had him doubling over and shutting up as you glared at him. “It’s not a crush!” You defended, “I just… respect him as a driver.” He scoffed, “Yeah right. Well when you’re done fangirling, I need your help.” You shook your head to clear your daydreams and turned to him, “What do you need?” 

Your brother beckoned you to follow him back through the garage. Weaving between people and winding your way through the halls, he opened the door of his driver’s room and sank down onto the small couch that had been placed there. You watched as for a second his excited demeanour dropped, a hint of nervousness peeking through. He fumbled with his hands, cracking and clicking his knuckles, thumb absentmindedly scratching over the back of his hand. You sat down next to him and said nothing, just let your hand fall on top of his and give a gentle squeeze, “You’ll be fine.” With that one sentence you simply sat in silence. Ollie’s head dropped to your shoulder and you rested your head on his, understanding he just needed you there. All day he’d acted like he wasn’t nervous. He’d remained cool as a cucumber in front of the cameras and media, he’d sat through interview after interview, he’d met far too many people to remember who they actually all were, he was doing his best to get to grips with a new car after just one practice session and he had still not shown any signs of nervousness where the public or potential F1 employers could see. But you knew. Here in this room he wasn’t Ollie Bearman, F1 rookie or Ferrari's weekend hero, he was just your little brother and you’d give him that safe space as long as he needed. 

You weren’t sure how long had passed just sitting on the couch but the hubbub and buzz of noise outside seemed to have increased even though it was muffled by the thin walls of the driver’s room. Ollie had since shifted to half-lie on the couch and you could see he’d fallen asleep, dozing before he needed to get in the car and focus for qualifying. You knew it was your brother’s way of getting the track ingrained in his head, so you wouldn’t disturb him yet.  A knock pulled you from your reverie and you were quick to head to the door so they wouldn’t knock again and wake Ollie up. You opened the door a crack and poked your head out, “Yes? Oh-” You blinked up and saw two green eyes staring back at yours, “Hi? I thought Ollie would be in here?” You heard your brother groan on the couch behind you clearly disturbed by the talking and so you quickly exited the room, making sure to quietly close the door behind you. “He is! He’s just taking a nap!” You explained with what you hoped was a friendly and not-too-creepy smile. Charles nodded in understanding, “I bet it’s been a pretty intense weekend.” You gave a small laugh, nodding, “Yeah it has been for all of us!” Charles found himself getting a little flustered at your smile. When he’d knocked the door he hadn’t expected the pretty girl he’d seen earlier to answer. It had taken him a few seconds to psych himself up to even ask you if he could pass earlier and now here he was face-to-face with you in his teammate’s room doorway. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this chance but he would not let it go to waste! 

“How are you finding it so far?” His heart skipped a beat as your face lit up, “It’s incredible! Definitely a step up from F2.” Ah so you’d been supporting Ollie for a long time. A best friend? Maybe a girlfriend? High school sweethearts? “So not your first time at a race then?” Charles asked curiously, “Definitely not! I don’t think I’ve ever missed one of Ol’s races since he got into F2.” Charles groaned internally, clearly you were off limits, but did his best to look interested. You gave a giggle at the impressed face Charles made, “That’s certainly dedication!” You nodded, “Of course!” “It’s good you get to be here for his first F1 weekend then. You seem like a very important person to him…” Charles gave a subtle dig for information and you were none the wiser to his motives, “Well he’s my little brother so of course I would be!” Charles froze, Ollie was your what? You were his sister? Charles wasn’t sure if that thought made him more nervous or more relieved. “You’re Ollie’s sister?” He asked incredulously, “Yes…” You replied hesitantly, unsure why his reaction was so serious. Charles felt himself exhaling in relief before he looked at your face, an eyebrow raised and your arms crossed, “Is that so unbelievable? I mean I know we don't look as alike as other siblings but...” He shook his head, 

“No, no!” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and looked away, not wanting to see your reaction to his next statement, “I just uhhh, I thought you might have been a girlfriend or something…” You couldn’t help the way the laughter tipped out of you, “Ew! No way!” You held a hand out to Charles, “Hi, I’m Y/N Bearman.” You emphasised your surname and Charles felt a grin stretching across his face that matched your own, “Charles.” You sighed internally at the sight of his dimples popping out and resisted the urge to poke them. “I actually noticed you earlier and I thought you were far too pretty to be any regular garage guest.” You giggled at his bold flirting, “Well I’m glad that you noticed me back then… There was no way someone as good looking as you can walk around without grabbing attention… Especially in the red suit…” With a wink, Charles found himself speechless, not something that was a common occurrence, especially when it came to flirting and talking to women, but he loved it.  “So now we’ve cleared up that little mishap, could I maybe get your num–”

The door to the room behind you opening caught your attention and both you and Charles watched as Ollie appeared, stretching and inhaling deeply, “Oh there you are.” Charles felt his stomach flip with anxiety, hoping Ollie hadn’t heard him flirting with you. That would not look good for him or help his teammate's mental state. But damn, if he wasn’t more than a little disappointed… You seemed to have recovered quite well though, brushing off the previous conversation easily, “Good morning sunshine, sleep well?” “Mhmm,” Ollie leaned against you and nodded, “I needed that.” “We all need a pre-race nap sometimes,” Hearing Charles' voice caused Ollie to wake up fully, standing upright as he acknowledged the older driver. 

“You’ll be fine mate.” Charles placed a hand on Ollie’s shoulder and squeezed, “I actually came to find you, thought I could talk you through how to handle some of the corners with the steering?” Ollie gave him a look of appreciation and together they headed back towards the garage. You felt yourself melt that Charles was doing his best to help your little brother and you watched with a dopey grin on your face as the two of them made their way down the hallway, “I’m gonna go find dad!” Ollie waved at you to signal he’d heard you before he was gone. 

You took a moment, going back into the room and closing the door behind you. Holy shit you’d just had an entire conversation with Charles Leclerc, he had called you pretty and was he about to ask for your number? You huffed and rolled your eyes. Your brother had the shittiest timing sometimes. 

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With big red headphones on, you anxiously watched the screen. Your hands were clasped in front of you and you nervously brought them up to your face, almost not wanting to watch just in case anything went wrong. You got nervous watching Ollie every time he raced, but this weekend the stakes were higher and your nerves were more frazzled. Q1 had gone well but now the pressure was on. Pace was being set and each car seemed to be lapping faster and faster. You turned to look at your Dad who didn’t look any better than you. You reached across and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. He smiled at you before you both turned your attention back to the big screens at the back of the garage. As your brother set out on his flying lap you found yourself yelling encouragement along with the mechanics and engineers in the garage, despite the fact he couldn’t hear you. “Come on Ollie!” You looked at the times up on the board already and willed your brother to get even a tenth of a second off their times. 

You couldn’t have cared less about his time though as long as he made it back safely. You watched your brother’s car fly across the finish line and you waited with bated breath for the confirmation of his time to come through. You felt your dad’s hand squeeze yours before you were both cursing under your breath, 0.036 seconds. That’s all there was in it. You felt your Dad wrap you up in a hug, exhaling in relief that your brother had made it through qualifying safely. 

You knew he’d be beating himself up when he came back to the garage and you took the bright Ferrari red headphones off your head, “Dad, I’m gonna go and wait for him,” Your dad nodded, already in conversation with some of the Ferrari engineers about how they could make race day easier for Ollie. You headed to his room, wanting to be there when he got back and you’d barely taken a seat before the door swung open and in came a slightly tense looking Ollie. “I know you’re going to tell me I did a good job and I appreciate that but I’m almost more frustrated that it was so close.” He sighed and you rubbed his shoulder comfortingly as he took a seat next to you, “I’m proud of you Ols.” He smiled gratefully as the door was pushed open an inch, “Uh… hello?” “Charles?” You were confused as the Monegasque man’s head poked round the door and he nodded at Ollie, “Solid drive mate!” Ollie grumbled next to you and you whacked his thigh, “Ow!” He huffed at you, and you glared at him as you tilted your head in Charles direction, “Sorry, thank you Charles.” Charles gave a laugh, “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us.” Another knock sounded through the room and one of Ollie’s engineers called for him to go and discuss some seat adjustments for the race. You stood up as he went to leave, “Hey! If you think I’m not giving you a bear hug after all that, you’re very much mistaken.” Ollie laughed and turned back round, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you wrapped yours around his waist, squeezing slightly and hoping he could feel just how proud you were, “Love you stinky.” “Love you too dummy” He pulled away and left the room, closing the door behind him, 

“Bear hug?” You looked at Charles who stood there with a slight smile across his face and a raised eyebrow, “Mhmm! They’re very special and you actually can’t give them without the necessary qualifications.” “Ah.” Charles said seriously, “And what qualifications are those?” You giggled, “The Bearman surname!” Charles felt a laugh rumble up from deep in his chest at your giggle. God you were spellbinding. “Your brother did an amazing job today.” You smiled in appreciation, speaking genuinely,

“Thank you.” “What are you up to this evening then?” “Oh uhhh… well I’ve been watching a new series recently so probably just watching a couple of episodes and maybe ordering room service…” You facepalmed internally at how boring you were making yourself sound to an F1 driver, “Sorry that probably sounds kinda sad huh?” Charles shook his head and waved his hands to emphasise himself, “No, no! It actually sounds… pretty nice…” For the briefest moment you considered how to reply before your mouth was opening and you couldn’t stop yourself, “You’re welcome to join me if you want?” you froze. Oh fuck. Had you just invited Charles Leclerc to binge watch Netflix with you and eat off the room service menu while you wore sweatpants and a crusty old t-shirt? “You don’t have to-” “I would love to-” “Oh.” You nervously giggled at each other before your eyes dropped to the floor, too shy to keep looking at him. “I would love to join you… if that’s okay?” You nodded enthusiastically, "Of course!” “Give me your number and I’ll text you when I’m on my way?" He held his phone out to you and you nodded, typing your number in and handing it back to him, “Great! You guys are staying at the same hotel as us tonight right?” You made a noise of confirmation, “Mhmm, they moved us for the weekend. I-I’m in room 604” You could have sworn Charles blushed as you said your room number. 

You were so flustered that it appeared your brain wasn’t working correctly, your tongue getting tied as you tried to continue the conversation, “Uh, you don’t need to bring anything, clothing is optional.” “Excuse me?!” Charles froze as he stared at you. Did you just tell him that clothing was optional? He didn’t think you were that bold, or that you had an angle. His mind drifted to the thought of you opening the door naked for the quickest second before you realised you mistake and pulled him out of his thoughts, “Fuck no! I meant comfy clothing is optional! Like you can wear whatever, like sweatpants or even pyjamas if you wanted to, or-or-or if you really wanted you uhhh you could wear no clothes I guess but- wait no this isn’t me trying to get you naked I promise!” You finished your ramble panicking just as a loud laugh burst out of Charles. Your head dropped into your hands and you whined in embarrassment as Charles' hands found his knees, unable to stand up straight at how hard he was laughing. “Fuck you’re cute.” You inhaled sharply, eyes shooting down to the floor and biting your lip softly through a smile, “Oh?” “Mhmm” You felt your cheeks heat up as it sunk in that he’d called you cute, after you’d embarrassed yourself no less! “Anyway…” Charles attempted to move the conversation forward, desperate to make you gasp again like you had a moment ago, “I’ll be there later,” He moved towards the door, leaning in as he did so “I hope clothing is optional for you too.” And with a brush of his shoulder against yours he was gone. Noise from the hallway and nearby garages poured in through the open door and you didn’t move until Ollie came back, “What happened to you?” “N-nothing! Just talked with Charles a bit.” Ollie wiggled his eyebrows and you scoffed giving him a shove, “Come on, I’m done so we’re gonna go back to the hotel! I need sleep.”

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You rushed around your hotel room, ensuring any stray socks or underwear were tucked away in your case and any possible embarrassing items were safely hidden out of sight. Thankfully you'd found a slightly less crusty and slightly less old t-shirt in your suitcase and you'd thrown that on over over some shorts that were a considerably more socially acceptable choice than your tattered travel sweatpants.

Your eyes swept around the room and gave one final check. Charles had texted five minutes ago to say that he was on his way up and so you knew there would be a knock at the door any second. Grabbing some extra pillows from the closet, you placed them on the bed and pulled up Netflix just in time for the door to sound. “Coming!” You raced over to the door before stopping, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, checking your appearance one last time in the mirror. You opened the door, “Do you have a spare toothbrush?” “Ollie?!” “Yes…? It’s me? Your brother?” Ollie looked at you suspiciously as you stuck your head out of the door and looked up and down the corridor, “Are you expecting someone?” You choked on air, “Me?! Expecting someone? Pfft, no!” Though you had been thanking those higher powers earlier in the day, you now cursed them out as at the end of the corridor the elevator dinged, both yours and Ollie’s heads snapped to look as the doors opened and there stood Charles. Ollie looked at you and gave a laugh, “Not expecting anyone, hmm?” Your eyes widened. “He’s not here for me!” Ollie crossed his arms and looked at you expectantly, “Oh no?” You felt your heart race as Charles came down the corridor. You sighed and looked at Ollie, trying to sense how he felt about it, “If it makes you mad or upset or uncomfortable then no, he's not here for me.” 

Charles approached the two of you and slowed his pace, sensing a conversation was happening that he didn’t need to hear, but still he couldn’t deny that he was curious. It was obvious you were talking about him. Ollie’s arms dropped to grab your shoulders, “Y/N, you’ve already given up an insane amount for me to be able to pursue this… Why would I ever be mad about you wanting a fun date night?” You pursed your lips, “It’s not a date.” Ollie’s facial expression dead panned, “Yuh huh, okay, and I’m gonna win the race tomorrow.” You flicked his forehead and heard Charles stifle a laugh to the side. “Just wait here, I’ll get you the toothbrush.” You grumbled going back into the hotel room. Charles coughed nervously as he stood in front of Ollie. Though he was younger than Charles, he was taller and Charles found the way he was staring at him ever so slightly intimidating. “Don’t keep her up late, don’t do anything to upset her and if you make her cry I’ll turn you into the wall tomorrow.” Ollie glared at him and Charles chuckled nervously, “Noted. I would never want to make her cry,” Ollie watched as Charles stared after you with a dopey smile, “I do wanna make her smile though, her smile is pretty.” Ollie coughed a laugh into his hand, Charles was seemingly already down bad and he knew you were too. “Can I ask a question?” Ollie nodded, “Shoot.” “What did you mean by she’s given up a lot for you?” Ollie sighed, shuffling his feet almost uncomfortably. “Dad couldn’t travel with me because of work, Mum couldn’t leave our other siblings at home because they were too young so it was Y/N that moved around with me and travelled with me.” Charles nodded, encouraging Ollie to continue, “She didn’t go on dates or go out clubbing with friends or get a boyfriend because she left it all behind for me. She even decided to not go to uni... She says she doesn’t mind but…” He trailed off, “You still feel bad?” Charles finished for him. Ollie shrugged, “Wouldn’t you? She says she got to travel more than anyone else her age and got to experience tons of stuff while seeing the world so I guess to her it doesn’t matter as much.” Charles hummed, starting to understand just how close you and Ollie were. “You know when Arthur got sick last year it was Y/N that took care of him and drove him to the hospital?” Charles head whipped up to look at Ollie, “That was Y/N?” “Yep. She drove him to the hospital and stayed with him all night, then brought him back home the next day. She made him soup and helped him take all his medicine on time and stuff.” Charles found his heart growing even warmer. He’d remembered how panicked both he and his mother had been when they learned the youngest Leclerc was extremely unwell, until his mother had received a call to say someone was looking after him - now he knew it was you! Ollie smiled to himself, glad that in some roundabout way he was now able to do something for you. It was clear you and Charles were already both smitten with each other. “Got it!” You reappeared at the door and flourished the toothbrush under his nose. “Thank you!” “Mhmm! What were you guys talking about?” “Race strategies-” “The room service menu-” Your eyes narrowed slightly as they gave different answers at the same time and you looked between them, “O…kay…? Cool… Well, you need to relax.” You gave Ollie a look and he saluted, turning round and heading back to his room a few doors down, “Yes coach!” You shook your head before turning to Charles and opening the door wider, “You coming in?”

He smiled and made his way into your room, noting how you’d added a few little touches here and there to make it feel like home even though you were thousands of miles away, “Cute pictures,” Charles wandered over to the vanity where you had put up some small pictures of your family and friends at home, pictures of you and Ollie at various tourist spots round the world and a few family pets. “It makes the distance a little less… distance-y.” “I get it.” “Soooo uhhh…” You stood in the middle of the room and nervously kicked your foot into the floor, “I see we both decided to wear clothes.” Charles smirked and you couldn’t help the chuckle that burst out, “Indeed we did.” “I can’t pretend I’m not slightly disappointed…” He gave you his best attempt at a wink and you hid a smile behind your hand, “I’m still working on it…” He huffed. As he stood there pouting you took in the sight of him in front of you. Dressed in soft grey sweatpants and a white sweatshirt he looked like the epitome of cosy soft boyfriend vibes. “Are you hungry?” Charles took the lead and you were internally thankful for that. “Kind of? We could have a look and see what takes our fancy? Although I’m pretty sure that the majority of the items listed are not approved by your PT…” Charles waved you off, “We all break our diets more regularly than you’d except.” “Tell me about it… I keep having to remind Ollie that chicken nuggets are not nutritious and healthy all the time.” Charles tipped his head back and let out a laugh and you found yourself unable to stop giggling along with him. The laughter eased the remaining tension and you settled onto the bed, patting the spot next to you to encourage him to sit. 

The two of you sat on the bed, perusing the menu and selecting what you wanted before he called down to order it. While you waited you talked about anything and everything. The race tomorrow, how warm it was in Jeddah, your favourite places you’d travelled to, musicians you listened to regularly. You found yourself falling into conversation with him so easily, it was difficult to remember that you’d only known each other for a few hours. When the food arrived Charles was firm in getting you to stay sat down while he answered the door, determined to treat you like a princess.

“Charles, I can walk to the door!” You giggled, “Non! You will wait here and I will go.” He bowed before he walked to the door and you rolled your eyes, a smile plastered across your face. “Here you are, madame, your food.” “Why thank you kind sir.” Taking the plate from him you fluffed up the pillow behind you, clicking on your laptop to reload Netflix. “What do you feel like watching? Drive to Survive?” You asked, doing your best to hold in your laughter when Charles’ head shot up, looking ever so slightly traumatised, “Absolutely not!” You fell into laughter as he climbed onto the bed next to you, “How about a Studio Ghibli movie?” he nodded, taking a bite of his food, “The music is beautiful! I think you’d really like it!” “Let’s do it!” You nodded, clicking on Howl’s Moving Castle and loading it up. 

The two of you watched the movie in silence for a while and you watched as Charles’ fingers tapped along in time with the rhythm of the music. You felt yourself getting swept up in the story, not even noticing Charles’ eyes on you. “I love this part!” You sat up a little and Charles followed suit, subtly moving his arm to rest behind you. You glanced around to see his hand almost over your shoulder and you felt your cheeks heat up quickly. “S-sorry!” He went to move, “N-no, it’s okay…” You looked at him and moved a little closer until your thigh was touching his and his arm was fully around you. Charles smiled down at you as you settled back down and got comfy. God he could get used to this… He daydreamed for a second about getting to do this with you after every race weekend. For the rest of the film, you stayed firmly in Charles embrace, even daring to place one of your hands in his as the characters on screen also held hands. Soft smiles and shy glances were all you exchanged occasionally. You did your absolute best to fight the wave of sleepiness threatening to overtake you but with the heat from Charles’ body and the cosy bed and the soft music of the film, you couldn’t help the way your eyes slipped shut. Your head dropped to rest between his shoulder and chest as the credits rolled and Charles looked down as best he could to see you asleep. He smiled to himself, refusing to move even when his shoulder started to cramp up. He looked at the clock on the wall across the room and realised he had better sleep. After all, he still had a race to drive. He slowly shuffled, careful to support your head as he laid you down on the pillow. You sighed in your sleep and shuffled closer to him, seeking out the warmth he provided. Charles found himself facing an internal battle. Did he stay and risk you feeling uncomfortable and offended or leave and risk you feeling upset he didn’t stay? As he debated the correct answer, you made the decision for him. Half-awake you tugged on the sleeve of his sweater. “Don’t go… warm…” You whined and he completely melted, sliding onto the bed next to you and lying on his back. You felt his heart race as you cuddled into his side and rested your head on his chest. Charles gently ran his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you dozed on his chest. “Hey Y/N?” He said lowly, “Mhmm?” You blinked sleepily, “Would it be okay if I kissed your forehead amour?” You nodded, “More than okay,” With a contented sigh, you relaxed once more, Charles leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. There was a pause before he leant down to kiss your forehead again, only to find his lips against yours. The two of you pulled apart quickly, you were now wide awake and sat up next to him while he led there in shock, eyes wide. If you weren’t so surprised, you probably would have laughed at the way Charles lips almost seemed stuck in a pout before he raced to sit up and apologise, “Fuck I’m so sorry!” He cried, “You’re sorry? I’m sorry!” Your eyes mirrored his, “I shouldn’t have just leaned down to kiss you again.” “It’s okay Charles really… I…” You went quiet for a moment and he gently reached for your hand, “What is it?” You bit your lip, not daring to look at him. “I-I…” “Take your time amour.” He smiled at you encouragingly as his thumb gently rubbed over the back of your hand, “I kind of liked it…” You whispered, eyes squeezing shut, “Only kind of?” He asked, genuinely, not wanting to scare you. “C-can we try again?” You opened your eyes and felt him gently tilt your chin to look up at him, “You want to try again?” You nodded and Charles shook his head, “Non mon ange, I need to hear you say it. I’m not going to kiss you without you telling me it’s okay-” “Please. Charles. I want you to kiss me… I just might not be very good at it, you see I haven’t really had much practice so please forgive me if its bad…”

Any remaining words died on your tongue as Charles cupped your face with the hand that had been holding your chin and his other arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you a little closer to him. “Just follow my lead ma belle.” Your eyes fluttered closed as his breath swept across your lips. You expected to feel his lips against yours but you were pleasantly surprised at the feeling of his lips kissing your forehead once more. Your eyes stayed shut as he pressed a soft kiss to one cheek, then the other. A quick peck to the nose left your giggling, before he placed a kiss to your jawline that left you breathless, “Please… Charles…” His lips were almost on yours again and you felt them brush yours slightly as he spoke, “Please what mon ange?” “Kiss me.” Any little part of you that had been frustrated by his teasing only moments ago was certainly glad of it now. It made the moment his lips touched yours all that much sweeter. Any nerves melted away as he held you gently.

There was no heavy panting or biting, no licking or sucking. Just his lips caressing yours. Your head spun as he finally pulled away to let you take a breath just for a moment. You chased his lips, not quite ready to let him go yet and he let out a contented hum at the way you pressed your lips to him once more. He swore he fell even harder when you smiled into the kiss. You gasped when he pulled you into his lap and the kiss fell apart as you both dissolved into giggles. Your tummy flipped in the most delightful way as his nose gently rubbed against yours, “Was that okay?” Your hands linked around the back of his head and found the short hair there, gently threading your fingers through and twisting it round. You leaned down to whisper, “My turn…” His eyes closed, blissfully as you traced your own kisses across his face, in awe of the way his long lashes sat on his cheeks. You placed a small kiss on top of the freckle on his cheek and giggled at the way his stubble tickled your nose and lips, he opened his eyes and watched your wiggling your nose, “Tickles.” He placed his hands on your hips and softly rubbed his thumbs just under your shirt. You smiled down at him and nodded, “Words ma belle.” “Yes Charles, you can.” He smiled up at you and pouted to ask for a kiss, “Merci ma belle.” He slid his hands under your shirt to gently hold your hips and feel the soft skin there. You rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying the closeness and the comfort he was providing. “I’m so glad I asked you to come over.” A kiss to your forehead was your answer, “Me too…”

Neither of you moved for a few minutes, just feeling each other breathe. Feeling how your heart rates slowed after racing from the excitement of kissing. You hadn’t even noticed yourself getting sleepy again but Charles had. “Ma belle, I need to go…” You nodded but didn’t move, Charles chuckled, “Ma belle?” “Do you have to?” Charles cooed at how sleepy you sounded, “If I stay here I won’t sleep, I’ll just want to kiss you and hold you all night and I have a race tomorrow.” You conceded and lifted your head but remained in his lap, “That was actually my plan.” Charles head tilted, “Distract the competition so Ollie can sneak through.” Charles head dropped to your collarbone with a laugh, “So sneaky mon ange…” You nodded, climbing off of his lap and taking a seat next to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stood up but found himself unable to help leaning back down to kiss you just once… twice… three times more. You pushed his chest and smiled, “Go Charles! I’ll see you in the morning.” He let himself out of your room and as soon as the door had closed you were squealing into your pillow, giddy with excitement and stomach full of butterflies.

And if Charles did the same thing when he got back to his room? Well that was his business.

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“Good morning!” “You are far too happy this morning. What happened with Charles? Did you kiiiiiiiiss him?” You glared at Ollie who stood in the door of your hotel room making kissy faces at you. “Whatever happened between me and Charles is between us.” You grabbed your bag and headed towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, Ollie easily falling into step beside you, “So something did happen?” “Maybe! I don’t see how it’s any of your business anyway.” Your brother knocked his shoulder into yours, turning serious, “It’s not. It’s just nice to see you so happy.” You stood in front of the elevator doors and turned to Ollie, “Thanks Ols.” “But also I need to know if I need to crash him into the wall today.” “hUH?!”  

When you reached the Ferrari garage, you were excited to support your brother but also excited to see Charles again. You spotted him not long after entering the garage, his back was to you but even seeing the back of his head was enough to send you into a smile that alerted everyone in the near vicinity that you had it bad for the man wearing number 16. One of the mechanics stood with him greeted Ollie and Charles turned round, face breaking into an identical grin at the sight of you in a Ferrari red dress. Your Dad elbowed you, “Is there something going on I need to know about? Spill the tea bestie” He wiggled his eyebrows and you snorted, leaning into him and bumping your head against his shoulder affectionately, “There’s no tea to spill dad, and Ollie, stop teaching Dad phrases you think he needs to know!” Your Dad and Ollie laughed as you made your way over to Charles, “Hi.” “Hi. You look beautiful.” Charles found himself breathless as he took in your full appearance. “Did you get any sleep?” A goofy grin crept across his face, “Filled with dreams of you ma belle, I slept wonderfully. And you?” You nodded, “Something similar I guess…” “You guess?” “Mhmm…” You gasped as you felt his hand slowly grab yours, his fingers interlocking with yours, “Charles! What if someone sees?” “I don’t mind people seeing me holding hands with the prettiest girl at the race today.” You gently tapped his chest and shook your head, “You’re so silly.” You looked across the garage as you heard Ollie’s laugh and Charles’ face turned serious, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze to get your attention, “I actually wanted to say that I totally understand that you’re here for Ollie today. It’s lovely to see you but I’m not going to take you away from supporting your brother when he needs you.” You gave his hand a squeeze back in appreciation, “Thank you Charles. We’ll catch up later though! Good luck, race safe!” 

Charles felt his cheek turning as red as his car as you placed a gentle kiss to his cheek before darting across the garage with a giggle. He stared after you with a dumb lovestruck look on his face, one hand coming up to hold his cheek, “Oh my friend, you have it bad, no?” Charles whirled round to see Carlos and some of the engineers staring at him, amused looks on their faces. “I wish they hadn’t let you leave the hospital today.” Carlos laughed, wincing slightly as he did so, “And miss our little Charles in love? No way! This is more entertaining than the race will be.” 

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You stood with Ollie in the garage as he waited until the last second to get in the car. “You ready?” He inhaled, “I guess we’ll find out huh? It’s now or never…” You smiled at him, handing him his helmet. You had your pre-race routine with Ollie that consisted of making sure he had one last sip of water, helping him put his helmet on before kissing where his forehead would be inside the helmet and finally a bear hug. You’d done it before every race since he was in his karting days and his debut F1 race would be no different. Charles caught sight of this and smiled. It was good that the young driver had such a great support system. In a slightly weird way he was almost envious that he didn't have someone to do those things for him. He watched as you held Ollie's bottle up to his lips before placing it to the side, buckling his helmet up once it was on his head. Charles' heart grew warm as he watched Ollie bend down so you could reach to kiss his forehead. You and Ollie were unaware of your audience, just completely in your own little bubble. "Can't believe I have to bend for you to reach my forehead now." It was a throwaway comment from Ollie but it left you with tears welling up in your eyes. Oh how he'd grown. When this ritual first started he was just a kid. Far shorter than you, almost looking too small for his kart. He had been so young but his dreams were big. You felt your bottom lip quiver as you watched your brother's dreams become reality in front of your eyes. You knew he felt guilty that you'd given so much up. "Bear hug?" You asked, holding your arms out. Ollie wrapped you up in the tightest hug he could manage, "Thank you." He didn't need to say what for. You knew. "If I had to, I'd do it all over again." He squeezed you just a little more before he was pulling away and climbing into that red car that he'd long dreamed of. You felt your dad come alongside you and pull you into his side, the two of you both misty-eyed with tearful smiles.

Watching his car leave the garage for the grid you couldn't help the way you looked around for Charles. You caught sight of him and approached him, "Are you alright ma belle?" You wiped your eyes hastily, "Yeah, just a little overwhelmed?" Charles gave an understanding nod, "It makes perfect sense mon ange." You cleared your throat, "But I have another pre-race ritual to complete." Charles eyes shot to yours, "unless you already have one and then I won't interfere-" "Please." You gave him a soft smile and took his helmet from him to allow him to do up his suit properly, "What do you still need to do?" Charles looked almost shy as he gave his request, "Could you help me put my helmet on?" Your cheeks felt warm as you nodded, gently tugging on his helmet to pull it down when he grabbed your wrists, "Wait." "What?" Your eyes searched his, worried you'd somehow hurt him or done it wrong, his face broke into a grin, "Can I get a kiss before my helmet goes on?" You looked around the garage, everyone busy with their own jobs and not really paying you much attention. "Are you sure?" Charles nodded. You looked for a small space of skin not covered by his balaclava and pressed a light kiss to his cheek just under his eye. His eyes shut as if he was savouring the moment before he nodded at you to pull his helmet down. He watched your face contort into an expression of concentration as you buckled his helmet up with so much precision and care. "What comes next?" "Help me with my gloves?" His voice was muffled through the helmet, you nodded and took his gloves from him. Helping him put one on and squeezing that hand before switching to the other one. "Can I suggest one last thing?" He nodded, "I think you should have a bear hug." You couldn't see his smile through his helmet but the way he enthusiastically pulled you into his arms told you all you needed to know. You stood there for a moment just enjoying the feeling of his arms around you. You rested your head on his chest and sighed. His hand gently caressed up and down your back before he was being called to climb into his car. You squeezed him one last time for good measure before he was gone and off to line up for the start of the race.

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Your throat was sore from all the yelling and screaming you'd done at the screen, your legs were about to give out from the adrenaline rush and your cheeks hurt from the smiling you'd done. You had tears in your eyes again as you watched your brother cross the line in 7th for his first ever F1 grand prix. Turning to hug your dad you nodded at Carlos who sat across the garage. He gave you a warm smile and a knowing wink as the garage began rushing to the podium for Charles. You were bouncing on your feet as you waited to see Ollie, Charles, either of them, both of them?

The pitlane was packed as fans, teams and reporters all swarmed down to the podium. And there, pushing his way through all of it, was Ollie. You couldn't help the scream that left your throat as you sprinted to him. Pulling him into a huge hug. "Oh my god bear." You practically sobbed, "I'm so fucking proud of you!" Ollie slid his helmet off and his face was lit up, "Oh my god that was amazing! Intense, but amazing!" You giggled as he moved his neck experimentally before wincing, "Yeah I'm gonna need a physio appointment like... as soon as possible." You let out a laugh, "Dad was already on it by about lap four don't worry!" "Thank fuck." Your brother exhaled, eyes widening dramatically. You observed the way the podium was getting increasingly busy. "Go." Ollie looked at you, "You know you want toooo..." He sang, "But..." "No buts, butts are for sitting." Ollie, closed his eyes as if he would hear no further arguments. He leant in close, "I think it would mean a lot to him too." "Ollie I can't just g-" "Excuse me, Carlos?" Ollie called to the older driver, "You're going the the podium aren't you?" Carlos motioned that he was, "Are you going to?" You looked at Ollie and he gave an encouraging nod, "Go!" You looked at Carlos, "Lead the way."

It was packed. You wondered if Carlos should really be making his way through the crowd given his condition, but they almost seemed to part for him. It certainly made things easier for you so you couldn’t complain. You stood next to Carlos right in front of the barrier underneath the podium. You were just in time. The announcer spoke Charles' name and he walked out onto the podium, he had a huge grin that stretched from cheek to cheek. He stood there for a moment before looking down at his team Charles felt his heart stop. There was no way. Was there? You were stood celebrating his podium? Charles had never wanted a podium ceremony to be over quicker in his life. He was dying to get back down there and hold you in his arms again, maybe even kiss you if he was lucky. As he was handed his trophy he looked down once more, pointing at you. To the cameras it would look like he was pointing at his mechanics, or even Carlos. But you knew. Even though he was fairly far away from you he could still see how your eyes shone up at him. The way they sparkled not just under the floodlights of the track but from the way you were just looking at him. You weren’t aware of anything around you. Not Carlos smirking at the way you and Charles watched each other, not the music, not the champagne, nor the fireworks that now exploded in the sky above Jeddah rivalling the fireworks that were going off in your tummy at the way Charles gazed at you with so much adoration. 

As soon as he could, Charles was racing off the podium and Carlos led you back to the Ferrari garage where he would soon appear. You waited, almost pacing back and forth. Ollie watched you knowingly, “You really like him huh?” You froze, “Is it that obvious?!” Ollie scoffed, “Uh? Yes!” You rolled your eyes before Carlos called your name, “Y/N you can wait in his room if you want? It’s opposite Ollie’s.” You nodded and wound your way through the now familiar corridors of Ferrari’s garage. You made it to Charles' room and settled down on the couch. Now to wait. 

You didn’t have to wait long before the door was bursting open and a champagne drenched Charles was striding across the room, placing his trophy down on the couch before sweeping you into his arms, nose tracing up your neck, “Ma belle…” “Charles! That tickles!” Charles laughed and your legs went weak as you felt his chest rumble against you. “Wanted to do this as soon as I got out of the car.” He mumbled. You gently held his face in your hands and brought his face up to look at you, “Congratulations handsome.” Charles smiled, leaning in before catching himself and stopping with a groan, “Can I kiss you? Please say yes ma belle… Please fuck… I need to kiss you, it’s all I've wanted to do since the race ended, need to kiss you, please?” “Yes, Charles.” “Thank you amour.” His lips met yours and you sighed as you tasted the sweet champagne from his lips. He was sticky and sweaty but he was so Charles. You hummed happily before he gently bit your lip, eliciting a whine from you. He growled a little at the sound before pulling away, “We need to stop ma belle.” “Awww…” You pouted and he laughed, poking the lip that was jutting out. “I’m not going to do this with you in my driver’s room of all places, especially when I’m sweaty and covered in champagne.” “I don’t know…” Your arms circled his neck as you leaned into him, “I think it’s a good look.” His hands found your hips and he couldn’t help the way his thumbs traced tiny circles.

“You know… I think you should come to F1 races more often…” “Oh?” “Mhmm” Charles looked at you, “I think your ritual got me my podium today.” You stared at him for a second before laughing, “You think so?” He pressed a final kiss to your lips and nodded, “Absolutely!” “Then I think I need to come and stand in the Ferrari garage more often.” Charles pulled you into a hug, “That sounds perfect.” 

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Liked by olliebearman, scuderiaferrari and 23,196 others y/nbearman little weekend photodump ft. very on brand red outfits, the nicest hospitality and garage I've ever stood in, Ollie's first F1 race and post-race dinner and Dad's first TV interview for sky sports

View all 4,157 comments olliebearman Think that was definitely Dad's favourite part of the weekend ⤷ y/nbearman Papa bear for commentator 2025? Comment liked by skysportsf1 and olliebearman ⤷ olliebearman ICON

bearmanfan they have the cutest sibling relationship I swear 🥺 lalaleclerc PLS TELL ME Y'ALL ALSO SAW CHARLES LOOKING AT HER IN THE GARAGE ⤷ charleswifey omg yesssss 😭 he really thought no one was looking but there was a whole ass camera on him ⤷ y/nbearman wHAT? ⤷ lalaleclerc oops 🥹

charles_leclerc can't wait to have you in the garage again ma belle Comment liked by y/nbearman ⤷ y/nbearman looking forward to it handsome ⤷ f1f1fan wait. WHAT? ⤷ bearmanfam Y/N AND CHARLES?!

scuderiaferrari We're so glad you had a good weekend! Ollie is our new fave 🫶🏼 ⤷ charles_leclerc ouch ⤷ carlossainz55 I've been gone less than one weekend 🧍‍♂️ ⤷ y/nbearman you're so real for this admin I approve ⤷ scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️

charlesandcarlos I had no clue who this girl was until they said on the commentary that she was Ollie's sister, damn they have good genes ⤷ y/nfanpage isn't she the prettiest!! ⤷ olllie charles has good taste Comment liked by charles_leclerc ⤷ charlessss does anyone know what she does for a living? ⤷ bearmanfam it's actually so sweet 🥺 she gave up on going to uni and following her own career path for a while to travel with Ollie and support him in F2! she's basically his PA, manager, photographer, nutritionist, therapist, best friend and sister rolled into one ⤷ charlessss holy shit 🧍‍♀️ we STAN her

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Liked by olliebearman, charles_leclerc and 21,874 others y/nbearman to say that I'm proud of you is an understatement. you make me proud every day no matter whether you win or lose not just on the track but off too. but this weekend I'm in absolute awe of you. the results you've achieved just show the hard work and dedication you've put into this sport. I know your passion to succeed and improve will take you far! this is just the beginning of amazing things to come. forever proud of you and I've always got your back. I love you to the end of the line baby bear ❤️❤️❤️ tagged: @.olliebearman

View all 3,562 comments olliebearman love you too sun bear Comment liked by y/nbearman

bearmanfam OH MY GOD THERE'S SO MUCH TO UNPACK 😭 ⤷ bearmanfam ollie once said in an interview that his sister always makes him smile and lights up his day and that's why he calls her sun bear! she calls him baby bear because he's younger than her ⤷ charlesandcarlos I'm pretty sure she used red hearts bc he drove for Ferrari this week 🥹 Comment liked by y/nbearman ⤷ bearmanfam omg YES ❤️ ⤷ charlesandcarlos CONFIRMED ❤️

charles_leclerc superb driving today! you should absolutely be proud. keep driving like that and it won't be long until we'll be sharing the track every week @.olliebearman Comment liked by y/nbearman and olliebearman ⤷ carlossainz55 no doubt about it!

lewishamilton amazing job today kid 💜 leclerclove The way the old photos are in black and white and the photos from the weekend are in colour like it's a new era 😭 ⤷ smoothoperatorrr omg I didn't think of that 😭😭 ⤷ charleswifeyyyy The childhood pictures are so fucking cute too 😭

landonorris great results today! can't wait to see what you do in the future! ferrariiiii "I love you to the end of the line" AS IN THE FINISH LINE?! ⤷ f1fan STOP OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 carlossssainzzz I'm not ashamed to say that I sobbed like a baby reading this post 🥹 like it's so clear that they love and support one another ⤷ scuderiaferrari we're crying too! 🥹❤️ Comment liked by y/nbearman and olliebearman

f1fannnn all the drivers commenting their support and congratulations 😭

fanoferrari "this is just the beginning" I-🥹😭 ⤷ olsbearmannn "you make me proud every day"

maxverstappen1 An amazing drive mate!

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warnings; kinda suggestive pics , curse words

notes; requested! this came later than expected lol, been super tired after a long road trip and was out all day w poor connection😩🥲 don’t mind my lil football reference 🤭🤭 also second pic of the interview was meant to say pretty at the end but it was called off lol😞

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[caption 1; baby’s nap time 😴] [caption 2; taking my sons out for lunch 🫶🫶] [caption 3; my new child, surprise! it’s a boy!💙]

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georgerussell63: but that serves him right! y/n is a taken lady!

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username: the fit is everything 😍😍

username: need someone to recreate the last pic w 😖😖😣😣

oscarpiastri: i really had to stop lando from posting more exposing pictures, you’re welcome btw mother

landonorris: i had plenty of other ones to choose from…

yourusername: thank u osc😭

[leclerc-hs]

73 Questions with Mrs. Leclerc - cl16

pairing: husband!charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which you do a 73 questions interview with Vogue OR charles can't help but third wheel your interview warnings: none??? just cute fluff basically, NOT PROOFREAD word count: 2.1k author's note: I actually got a request by someone to do this and thought it was such a CUTE idea and concept. I obviously didn't do ALL 73 questions cause that would've taken forever. But thought this was a cute little piece to do. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to let me know what you think don't be shy !! xoxo

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THE DELICATE FOLDS of the pale pink sundress fluttered like petals in a gentle breeze, framing your figure with a soft, ethereal elegance. As the front door yielded to the push, the fabric danced around your legs, caressing the tender skin of your thighs with a whisper of touch. Your radiant smile illuminated the scene, a beacon of joy amidst the fluttering fabric and nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey!” The male voice chimed brightly, his tone cheerful as a songbird greeting the dawn, echoing through the air with an infectious energy that mirrored your own bright smile.

“Hey!” You respond with effervescent warmth, your smile stretching across your face like a sunbeam breaking through clouds. With a graceful gesture, you swing the door open wider, revealing the inviting warmth of your home’s foyer. The soft light spills in, casting a golden glow over the polished floors and elegant furnishing. The first thing to notice is the giant painting of a Ferrari Formula One car, hung high above the entry way table.  

“Look who we have here! It’s Mrs. Leclerc!” A delicate blush warms your cheeks, a subtle reminder of the tender affection that tingles within you whenever you’re addressed as such. Though you and Charles have been together for many years, your marriage has infused your relationship with a fresh sense of intimacy and closeness. And despite that it’s been almost five years, the title of “wife” feels forever new and unfamiliar.

“On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?”

“I would say 8, so I’m super excited!” With a gentle click, you shut the front door behind you, enveloping the foyer in a tranquility as you made your way down the hallway to the kitchen. Along the way, you stooped to pick up a scattering of children’s toys that lay scattered like confetti on the polished wooden floors, offering a quick apology for the perceived “mess.” However, you couldn’t help but inwardly smile at the orchestrated chaos around you. While the house was meticulously maintained by the cleaning company before the video shoot, every detail was carefully curated to strike the perfect balance between lived-in warmth and elegance, ensuring a setting that felt both inviting and authentic to you and the viewers.

“Any reason for that?”

In the heart of the home lies a kitchen adorned with a stunning green cabinet motif. The cabinets, painted in a rich emerald hue, exude an air of sophistication and charm, perfectly complemented by gleaming brass hardware. Sunlight filters through the vast array of windows, casting a warm glow over the polished marble countertops. 

“You mean other than the fact that the kids go back to school soon?” You and the interviewer let out a soft laugh as you made your way behind the kitchen island, opening the fridge in a smooth motion to pull out a water bottle. “Want one?”

“No, but thanks though!” His voice is light-hearted. 

As the fridge door remains open, a tantalizing glimpse is offered to the audience of its well-stocked interior. A colorful array of fresh produce fills the shelves, showing an abundance of vibrant fruits and crisp vegetables. Among the healthy offerings, assortment of juice boxes catches the eye, adding a playful touch to the wholesome scene.

“That’s a lot of juice boxes you have in there.” He makes a comment, it’s not a question, but you take it as one.

“Two kids and a husband,” You start, your tone light and casual before lowering your voice into a conspiratorial whisper for the camera, “who practically is also a kid, results in a lot of juice boxes.” With a playful wink directed at the lens, you punctuate the statement, adding a touch of humor to the scene. Setting the water bottle down on the expansive kitchen counter, you resume your easy demeanor, effortlessly blending candor and charm for your audience.

“Hey!” Your head shoots over, the camera seamlessly following your gaze to where Charles, your husband,sits on the floor of the living room, two of your kids, aged two and three, beside him with an abundance of toys strewn about. “I heard that!” Charles retorts with mock offense, a playful grin lighting up his face as he joins in the banter.

The living room exudes a chic sophistication with a distinct Formula One flair. Charcoal-gray walls provide a sleek backdrop, accentuating the mounted flat-screen television. A striking statement piece dominates one corner—a display of artwork showcasing all of the racetracks Charles has conquered – infusing the room with a sense of triumph and energy. A plush white sofa, adorned with an array of vibrant red pillows, invites relaxation and style. Across the room, a sizable shelf proudly showcases a collection of racing helmets, some belonging to Charles and others gathered over time, adding a personal touch to the space. Below the television, was a long console table that was adorned in various plants and photos of your family. You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced at them.

With a casual wave of your hand, you dismiss Charles’s playful interruption, maintaining your position at the kitchen island as the camera refocuses on you. The gesture carries an air of affectionate familiarity, a gentle reminder of the dynamic energy that permeates your bustling household.

“If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?”

“Definitely Austin Butler.” You answer almost immediately, no hesitance in your voice.

“Hey!” Charles’s playful yelp echoes through the room once more, accompanied by the joyful laughter of your children. One nestled in his lap, the other engrossed in a picture book, their presence adding warmth and vitality to the room. You share a knowing smile with Charles, the affectionate banter a familiar melody to your family life.

The laughter of the interviewer joins the playful exchange. The camera effortlessly captures the dynamic interaction between all of you with ease.

You roll your eyes playfully, “Restez en dehors de ça.” Stay out of this!

“Arrête de faire semblant de vouloir faire l’amour avec quelqu’un d’autre que moi!” Stop pretending you want to make love with anybody but me!

With a mischievous gleam in your eye, you turn back to the camera, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Can I change my answer?” You inquire, injecting a hint of playful anticipation into your tone.

“Sure,” the interviewer replies.

“You’re supposed to say no,” You quip with a chuckle.

“Oh, um no?”

With a playful pout, you glance over at Charles who is already staring at the interaction. A smile adorned on his face like he is in complete awe of you, regardless of what you are saying. “Sorry honey!” You wave your hand around. “Answers are final!”

Leaving the kitchen behind, you make your way towards the backyard, where the promise of relaxation and leisure awaits. Stepping through the door, you’re greeted by the sight of a large pool shimmering under the sunlight, its crystal-clear waters beckoning for a refreshing dip. Surrounding the pool, lounge chairs are strategically place, some on the pool’s ledge, inciting you to bask in the sun while enjoying the cool water. A wide arrangement of pool floaties from unicorns to racecars litter the pool as well.

It’s a breathtaking sight: a vast expanse of bright blue skies stretching overhead, adorned with barely a wisp of cloud in sight. The warm rays of sun dance upon your skin. With a stylish flourish, you slip on a pair of your favorite Ray-Bans, a subtle nod to your husband’s sunglass collection. 

“Vintage or new?”

You ponder for a moment as you stand in the backyard, a breeze blowing your hair behind your shoulders. “Depends, but definitely vintage.”

“Window or aisle seat?”

“Aisle, although Charles likes to take the aisle more.”

“What are three things you can’t live without?”

“Wait, do my children count as two of the three?”

“Up to you.”

“Okay, so my two children. And my lip gloss.” You laugh, pausing for effect. “Kidding! My two kids, and my lip gloss…” You pause, jokingly. “And my husband of course.” The light-hearted remark reflects the joyful chaos of humor and love in your life. “He’s really the sweetest man. I’m so lucky.”

The glass door slides open with a whisper, and into the frame steps Charles, his presence incessant. With a carefree demeanor, he approaches you clad in a pair of baggy jeans and a plain white t-shirt that stretched at the seams from his muscles. He presses soft kisses to your cheeks, the stubble of his own rubbing against your smooth skin, his love evident in each tender kiss.

“Désolé,” Sorry. He apologizes before pecking another kiss to your cheek. “Tellement ambrassable.” Just so kissable. He places one more on your cheek, your face bright red from the camera’s catching all of this.

“Looks like he can’t be far from you for very long.”

Charles looks at the camera, a glint in his eye with a large smile, like he was the happiest man on earth, and nothing could dampen his spirits. Especially with you nearby. “Est-ce que tu la vois?” Do you see her?

The interviewer, unaware of Charles’s words, simply nods in response behind the camera lens, acknowledging the affection in his tone. Later translations will reveal the depth of Charles’s words no doubt. Elle est tellement belle. Bien sûr, je ne peux pas rester loin longtemps.” She’s so beautiful. Of course, I can’t stay far long.

Your face is bright red as Charles remains at your side.

“Where are the kids?”

“Put them down for a nap!” Charles answers, his arm slung over your shoulder as he leans on you comfortably. 

As the interviewer continues the questionnaire, Charles can’t resist interjecting with playful remarks and comments on almost every question. His spontaneous interruptions add an element of humor and spontaneity to the video, turning what could have been a standard interview into an entertaining and engaging exchange.

“How do you define beauty?” “My wife.” “Charles, the questions are for me!”

"What do you love most about your body?" "That's an easy one...I think her--" Charles begins, but you swat his chest and cut him off. "I love my arms. Not because they're that nice but they give me the ability to hold my children." Charles clicks his tongue, hating that you even implied something about yourself as 'not that nice'.

"Least favorite color?" "Red." Charles lets out a large gasp with a string of phrases in French, clearly hurt by your response. "It's a joke, mon amour!" "How did you know you were in love?" You look at Charles then, his eyes already on you, a soft smile pulling on both of your lips. "I can't remember a time when I wasn't in love with him. Probably when I realized I would rather be awake in the middle of the night, since he was traveling so much, just to talk to him for even a few minutes, instead of going to sleep." Charles plays with the ends of your hair, twirling the ends around his fingers as he chimes in. "We've known each other for so long. But, when I first met her, it was like meeting someone I've known my entire life. There was no awkward silences between us. We just clicked."

“Diamonds or pearls?” “Pearls.” “Mon chou, don’t lie.” “I’m not!” “The diamond on your finger says otherwise!”

“If you made a documentary, what would it be about?” “Charles’ brain. I seriously question what goes on in there sometimes.” “Hey! It’s only you…”  You raise your eyebrows at him, like he’s a liar. “And racing.” “Definitely racing.”

“If you had a tattoo, where would it be?”

Charles smirks deeply, like he knows something the world doesn’t, the interviewer picks up on it. “Wait, you have a tattoo? Can we see it?”

“No! It’s for me only.”

You playfully swat at Charles’ chest, a playful blush coloring your cheeks as you both wander throughout the house, showcasing its beautiful décor. Despite your embarrassment at Charles’ antics, you can’t help but be thankful for him easing your nerves. You weren’t one for the public eye, normally. So, when you agreed to this interview it came out as quite a surprise.

“Okay final question of the day.” 

You both stand by the front door, the interviewer on the front step outside of the home. 

“Hugs or kisses?”

“Definitely ki—” You don’t get to finish your answer as Charles’ fingers grasp onto your neck, his fingers sprawled along your jawline as well, and tugs your face into his. He shuts the door as soon as his tongue slips into your mouth.

It’s a few seconds before you push him off you. “You’re unbelievable!”

A giant smile spreads across his face as he looks down at you. “Only for you, mon chou!”

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRASH LANDING (LN4)

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car — the internet can’t stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.

genre: comedy, fluffy

authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you don’t need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!

*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)

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user you are so unserious sir

user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC

user no clue but she’s CUTE

oscarpiastri @/fia look here

landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met

user it’s giving meet cute

user i’d read a fic on it

yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR

landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED

user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???

user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS

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yourusername monaco recap🇲🇨 successfully didn’t get hit by too many cars!

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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

user nah this is actually a full meet cute i’m sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms

bestfriend still can’t believe you didn’t take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead

yourusername can you blame me

user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that

friend1 wait till everyone finds out you’re only there for another 4 days

user WHAT. i can’t have them separated already😶

user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now

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photo 2: :D

photo 3: ur all romanticizing my life rn but this is my view in a fancy ass restaurant]

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yourusername final days in heaven. i’ll miss so much about this place

👤 tagged bestfriend, landonorris

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user wait she doesn’t live in monaco?? she’s leaving??? just after i’ve gotten attached to her and lando???

bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles

landonorris seconded

user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?

user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to

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landonorris safe to say i’ve had a pretty good break between races

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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep they’re whipped

user please tell me y’all are going to stay in contact?

user my heart is shattering already

mclaren 🧡

user MCLAREN PLEASE YOU’VE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE

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[transcript:

o: safe to say you’ve had a pretty interesting break before this race

l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!

o: okay but i didn’t literally hit my girlfriend with my car!

l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?

o: stop deflecting!

l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!

o: so how are things going now?

l: (awkwardly) well you know how it’s… yeah

o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclaren—

l: no no no don’t give them any ideas! they’re listening!]

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mclaren the boys are back! don’t forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and… girls?

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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do

mclaren 👀

user when oscar asked him about y/n… i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you’re such a gossip

oscarpiastri you love me for it

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what i’m thinking?

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!

user what on earth is going on…

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yourusername lately :)

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user you are so ! gorgeous !

user i can see why lando is obsessed

user speaking of… where is our favorite brit in the likes☹️

oscarsgf pretty girl!!!

yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!

user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???

mclaren you’d look good in orange👀🧡

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mclaren it’s race day🫡

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user WHO IS THE GIRL

user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N

user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER

user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE

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yourusername i don’t know guys, do you think he’s cute?

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user OH MY GOD FINALLY

landonorris i will hit you with my car again

yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?

landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast

yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you don’t know how to do the speed limit

user i love them. i love them so much.

oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates

landonorris leave this comment section now

yourusername @/landonorris too late we’re already texting

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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services

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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN

user new fav couple fr

oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me

user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER

user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well

oscarsgf they’re stealing our thing

yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me

landonorris well in all the others you’re mid cartwheel

mclaren glad to be of service🧡 anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?

landonorris i’m gonna stop you right there

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a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasn’t gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! i’m a little rusty in my writing considering everything!

in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as they’re easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff — pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if you’re having a baby?)

let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks — i’ve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat too🤍

for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx

taglist (found here): @idkiwantchocolatee @vellicora @alessioayla @bborra @crimeshowjunkie @minkyungseokie @paolexsstuff @celestialpato @champagnelovers101 @loxbbg @hobiismyhopeu @tsukishitm-a @moonypixel @champagneproblems17 @ironmaiden1313 @lqvesoph @sunflower-golden-vol6 @six-call @skatingiswalkingincursive @peqch-pie @m0cha-bunny @woozarts @he6rtshaker @iluvvmeeee @goldenalbon @izzy-marvel @lucyysthings @lichterfee @tallrock35 @treehouse-house @iloveyou3000morgan @scopeiguess @amaranthineghost @gwginnyweasley @hetfieldd @sweetbabygirlsworld @wittywhispers @dark-night-sky-99 @namgification @casperlikej @marshmummy @geniusalpaca

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[miamigrandprix]

[pucksandpower]

Theories of Relativity

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you don’t need TikTok theories to prove that your relationship is a dream come to life, but it doesn’t hurt when your boyfriend passes all of them with flying colors

The Olive Theory

When you love someone, you have to be willing to make sacrifices and compromises for them (even if those sacrifices are something small like pretending to hate olives just so you can give them to your olive-loving partner instead)

You sit across from Charles at the long dinner table, smiling as he animatedly recounts the race from last weekend. His hands wave through the air, punctuating his story as he describes the final lap battle with Max down to the last corner. You’re only half listening though, too distracted by how handsome he looks in his dinner jacket, his tanned skin glowing in the low light of the restaurant.

As Charles pauses to take a sip of wine, you lean in and whisper, “I wasn’t really watching the race, I only had eyes for you.”

Charles chuckles, his nose crinkling adorably. “Oh really? So you missed all the action then?"

You shrug, trailing a finger down his arm. “What can I say, I find you far more interesting than the other cars going around in circles.”

Charles opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by a mechanic sitting a little way down from you. “Oi Charles, why do you keep picking all the olives out of your salad?"

You look down, noticing the small pile of olives Charles has stacked onto the edge of his plate.

Charles glances at you, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. “Oh, um, I’m not a huge fan of olives.”

The mechanic frowns in confusion. “But I’ve seen you eat olives before. You always get them on your pizza.”

“I, uh ...” Charles stammers, clearly flustered.

Under the table, you squeeze his hand reassuringly. Charles looks at you and you give him a small nod.

“Well, the truth is,” Charles says, turning back to the mechanic. “I actually love olives. But Y/N loves them even more than I do. So I pick them out of my food to give to her.”

You smile softly at Charles, warmed by his thoughtfulness. The mechanic chuckles and shakes his head. “You two are so cute it’s almost gross.”

Charles just grins and pops an olive into your mouth. “Anything for mon amour.”

You crunch the olive happily, then lean in to give Charles a quick kiss on the lips. “People who say chivalry is dead have simply never met you.”

The conversation moves on, flowing from racing to travel and everything in between. Under the table, your fingers stay intertwined with Charles’ the whole time.

After dinner, you all head outside into the cool night air. Charles’ team members head off towards their own cars, calling out goodbyes.

You snuggle into Charles’ side as you walk towards where his Ferrari is parked. “Thank you for the olives,” you say. “But you really don’t have to deprive yourself on my account.”

Charles wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “I want to though. I like making you happy.”

You stop next to the car, turning to face him. Running a hand down his chest you say, “You know what would really make me happy right now?"

“Hmm?" Charles murmurs, his eyes drifting down to your lips.

You grin mischievously. “A stop for gelato on the way home.”

Charles laughs and opens the car door for you. “Anything for you, mon cœur.”

The Bird Test

If you say something that could be deemed insignificant and your partner responds with genuine curiosity, that’s a really good sign that your relationship will last a long time

The Brazilian sun beats down as you wander hand-in-hand with Charles along the edges of the Interlagos circuit. It’s the day before qualifying, and Charles brought you out to the track in São Paulo to share the grid walk with you.

You stroll slowly, enjoying a rare private moment together during the hectic race weekend. Charles points out details along the track — the tricky off-camber Turn 3, the sharp left-right complex at Turns 5 and 6, the long full throttle blast down the back straight.

You love seeing him so in his element here, his passion for racing evident in his voice and gestures.

As you round Turn 12, heading down the home straight, a flash of bright blue in the trees catches your eye. Gasping in excitement, you grab Charles’ arm and point.

“Look, a hyacinth macaw!”

Charles follows your gaze to the large, vividly colored parrot perched in the branches. “Wow, that’s amazing! I’ve never seen one outside of a zoo.”

You bounce on your toes, thrilled at the sighting. “Aren’t they gorgeous? That bright blue is unreal. Macaws are pretty rare around here, I can’t believe we spotted one!”

Charles smiles at your obvious delight, then turns back to observe the macaw with curiosity. “What do they eat?" He asks. “Fruit, like other parrots?"

“Yes exactly!” You reply eagerly. “Mostly palm nuts and acai berries. And they need a huge range of territory, something like 80 square kilometers.”

As you chat more facts about the brilliant bird, Charles listens attentively, asking more questions and commenting on its beauty. His genuine interest and engagement makes your heart flutter happily.

Eventually the macaw takes flight, its bright wings flashing blue against the trees as it disappears into the forest.

“Incredible,” Charles murmurs, watching it go. “What an amazing thing to see.”

He turns back to you, eyes shining. “Thank you for pointing it out, I never would have spotted it myself. I love seeing you so excited teaching me about something you’re passionate about.”

You step closer, looping your arms around his neck. “And I love that you always listen and want to know more, even if it’s not about racing.”

Charles wraps his arms around your waist, smiling tenderly. “Of course, your passions are my passions now too. I want to know everything that sparks that beautiful light in your eyes.”

The Orange Peel Theory

A partner’s willingness to perform small acts of service is indicative of a healthy relationship

Early morning sun filters into the kitchen as you sip your coffee, still wearing the oversized Ferrari shirt you slept in. Charles stands at the counter across from you, freshly showered and humming to himself as he browses his phone.

Setting your mug down, you grab an orange from the fruit bowl and start to peel it. Or at least you try. The tough rind puts up a stubborn fight, your nails scraping uselessly against it.

“Ugh, I hate peeling oranges,” you grumble after a minute. “Whose idea was it to make the peel so impossible?"

Charles glances up with a sympathetic smile. “Here, let me.”

He takes the orange from your hands and deftly digs his thumb into the top, effortlessly tearing the peel away in one long curl.

You watch in admiration as he strips the rest of the orange until it’s completely naked and ready to eat.

“Voila,” Charles presents it with a flourish. “One perfectly peeled orange for mon ange.”

“My hero,” you grin. You go to take it from him but Charles playfully keeps it out of reach.

“Ah ah, allow me,” he says. Holding your gaze, he gently pulls apart one glistening segment and brings it to your lips.

Happiness bubbles up in you at this sweet, unexpected gesture. You let Charles pop the orange slice into your mouth, savoring the bright citrus burst.

“Delicious,” you murmur. Charles smiles and leans in to kiss you softly, his thumb brushing a drop of juice from your lower lip.

One by one he continues to peel the segments and feed them to you, interspersing each with tender kisses that taste of orange and love.

You close your eyes blissfully, letting the sensual ritual relax you. Charles takes his time, not rushing. He knows this is your favorite part of the morning, stealing these private moments together before the busy day sweeps you both up.

When the last segment is gone, Charles kisses you again, deeper this time. You loop your arms around his neck, melting against him.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” you whisper when you finally separate.

Charles nuzzles your nose with his. “You may have said it once or twice. But I never get tired of hearing it.”

You lean into him contentedly. As always, his thoughtfulness and care warms you from the inside out.

Peeling an orange is such a small act but the meaning behind it speaks volumes. Charles knows your quirks and preferences, and cherishes these little opportunities to make your day brighter.

The little things that mean everything.

You’re still musing dreamily about this when Charles tips your chin up. “Where’d you go just now?” He asks with a curious smile.

You shake your head, focusing back on him. “Just thinking about us. And how perfectly you peel my oranges.”

Charles laughs. “Well I’m glad to be of service. I know how you hate getting orange string stuck under your nails.”

He kisses your fingertips one by one. “Can’t have anything marring these beautiful hands.”

You scrunch your nose at him. “Oh yes, I need to keep my hands soft and dainty in case a prince comes along to propose.”

Charles squawks in protest and tackles you against the counter, fingers digging into your sides to tickle you mercilessly. You dissolve into helpless giggles, swatting him away.

“No no, stop! I take it back!” You gasp.

Charles relents, holding you close and nuzzling into your hair. “Too late, you’re stuck with me now,” he murmurs, kissing your temple.

You snuggle into him contentedly. No fantasy prince could ever compete with the reality of Charles.

The Invisible String Theory

An invisible string connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance (the string may stretch or tangle but it will never break)

The living room is filled with laughter and happy chatter as you and Charles sit surrounded by both your families. Your wedding is only two days away, and his mother suggested gathering everyone together one night for reminiscing and quality time.

Looking through old photo albums is proving to be hilarious and heartwarming. Baby pictures, school plays, family vacations — memories preserved to embroider the story of your lives before fate brought you together.

Charles smiles wistfully as Lorenzo shows an album from their childhood. “I wish my godfather and father could have met you,” he says softly. “They would have loved you so much.”

You take his hand, leaning your head on his shoulder. His lost loved ones are always close to his heart.

Your mother passes an album to you with a smile. “Oh this one is from our trip to France when you were five! So many cute little Y/N photos.”

You roll your eyes but obligingly open the album, Charles peering over your shoulder. You flip through pictures of your younger self building sandcastles on the beach, wearing a hilariously large sun hat, beaming gappily with missing front teeth.

Charles grins down at you. “Adorable. I can’t wait for our kids to-”

He stops abruptly, staring down at the page. You follow his gaze to a photo of your family in Nice, taken in front of the Le Negresco hotel. And there in the background, almost out of frame — four familiar figures walking down the promenade.

A young Charles holds the hand of a teenage boy you immediately recognize as Jules. On Charles’ other side, his father Hervé carries a toddler Arthur.

Your breath catches sharply. The families fall silent around you. Charles’ fingers tremble slightly as they trace over the image.

“Of course we went to Nice often,” he whispers. “I had no idea ...” His voice trails off, thick with emotion.

Arthur cranes his head to see. “Is that us? With Papa and Jules?" He looks between you and Charles with wide eyes.

“Almost twenty years ago,” Lorenzo marvels. “And your paths were already crossing.”

Pascale wipes at her eyes, grasping Charles’ other hand tightly. “It was meant to be. Some invisible string tying you together even then.”

Charles’ fingers tremble as they trace over the image. For one brief, impossible moment, it feels like you’re all together — you, Charles, Jules, Hervé. Preserved in time, intersecting at the crossroads of past and future.

Though you never met in life, somehow you were all bound in that instant, tied by invisible strings of destiny. Strings that would one day guide you and Charles to each other.

It’s only a photo, yet looking at it you feel Jules and Hervé’s presence like a bittersweet embrace. As if across the years, they’re saying we know you. We love you. We’re so happy for you both.

You stare down at it, this captured moment of impossible synchronicity. A glimpse of the thread that wove itself silently through your lives until the day it finally drew you together.

Charles meets your eyes, his own shimmering with tears. Without words, you know he feels it too. The impossible link stretching back through time. Proof you were always meant to find each other.

He pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. “I believe that with all my heart, we’ve always been connected somehow.”

“Soulmates,” you whisper.

You cling to him, overwhelmed with certainty. Through accidents of time and geography, missteps and milestones, your story was always guiding you here.

Meant for each other. Destined, even then.