This Is A Continuation Of This

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I’m like 99% sure I won’t be able to watch the race on Sunday because I have my last exam of the session on Monday 😫

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Okay I have a question tho

How do u think Bucky would reacts to having the reader his wife known as a milf to all their sons friends

OH MY GODDD I LOVE THISSS

CAN WE PLEASE ESTABLISH SOME DAD!BUCKY LOOKS FIRST

sunday chores around town:

friday night with the guys:

dinner with the neighbors:

diy-ing and doing his househusband duties because bucky is a househusband that is my headcanon and i don't care what anyone has to say about it he is sick of working and retires and sam is more than capable of saving the world alone besides he has like spiderman to help him now so bucky is living his suburban heaven:

NOW THAT THAT'S OUT THE WAY LET'S GET THE FUCK INTO IT

okay so first of all your son (you named him steve. no particular namesake you just liked the name) would HATE that his parents are like. the hottest couple in town

nobody lets him go a day without reminding him that mom and dad are utter sex icons

but you especially are lusted after - or maybe it's just that people tend to be a little scared of bucky, being as he was the winter soldier and all

you can live with the stares from the other moms. you know your husband is a cutie; people are going to find him attractive and you can't control that.

bucky, on the other hand, has a harder time.

just as he finally learnt how to let the other dads' subtle flirting and lingering looks go without resorting to violence or threats, bucky found a new pet peeve: your son's friends.

steve's friends are, to put it simply, smitten.

they always make sure to hang out at your house, claiming that it's because it has the best pool.

bucky has more than once had to slap the back of steve's friends' heads when he's caught them staring at you.

you were always the favorite mom among the boys, but things have changed now that they're older.

"dude, your mom is so hot," phillip says with a smirk one day while they're playing video games.

"shut the fuck up," steve grumbles, utterly sick of hearing about it.

"can't blame him," jonah adds on with a chuckle. "she's such a milf."

bucky is standing in the doorway, frowning. did he just call you a milk? what the fuck does that mean?

"what's a milf?" steve asks, echoing his dad's confusion.

jonah and phillip share a grin. with pride and arrogance, phillip answers, "a mother i'd like to fuck."

bucky's hand clenches into a fist. the disrespect.

steve does what bucky wishes he could; roughs the guys up a little for being such idiots while his father watches on proudly.

from that day on, bucky never lets you alone with any of steve's friends.

a few months of minimal flirting from the boys because they're afraid steve will beat their asses again later, bucky takes you on a romantic weekend away.

"i'm so glad we installed that doorbell camera," bucky mumbles while you get comfortable on the bed. "i hope he'll be alright."

you roll your eyes and laugh at how protective he is over steve, before sitting up. "he'll be fine, james. ahmed promised to keep an eye on him. besides, the boys will likely be sleeping over, so he won't be alone."

his hands clench into fists at their mention. "i wouldn't trust those punks to look after a pet fucking rock, let alone our son."

you frown. phillip and jonah have been steve's friends for years; they're practically family. "what are you talking about, jamie? the boys are sweet!"

"yeah, sweet on you," he grumbles bitterly, busying his hands by folding up the towels.

you scoff, unsure where his anger has stemmed from. "what; do they bully you or something?"

"i'm not getting bullied by fuckin' teenagers," he seethes, his eyes filling with rage. "i just don't like how they treat you."

now you're just confused

"what? they're the sweetest boys i know!" you insist, crawling over the duvet and closer to where he's standing. "they're kind, and helpful, and i wholeheartedly trust them to keep our baby boy safe. steve would have had no chance of graduating if it wasn't for them!"

"they're disgustingly horny and they objectify you and i don't like it," bucky complains childishly, dropping the towels and firmly folding his arms across his chest. "i'm very close to making every last one of them disappear."

you're shocked by his revelation- but also intrigued.

"really?" you ask, shrugging. "what do they... like, what's an example of like- what do they say about me?"

his frown softens and he rests his hands on his hips, shaking his head. "you just want me to stroke that pretty little ego."

"i just feel like i should know what they're saying!" you claim, holding up your hands. "do they think i'm pretty?"

he leans forward so he's at eye-level with you, glaring. "they stare at your ass. they stare at your tits. they call you a milf. that flattering enough?"

he's expecting you to be disgusted

he's shocked when instead, you laugh

"really?" you press, grabbing onto his hand. "they really said that?"

bucky rolls his eyes and places his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them. "if you leave me for a 19 year old, i'll have no choice but to kill you."

"don't be so silly," you laugh, grinning up at him. "it's just nice to know that, you know, i still got it."

he furrows his brows. "me telling you that every single day ain't enough for you?"

you shrug, "you're my husband; you have to say it."

"alright then. no more compliments for you," he decides curtly, letting go of your shoulders and taking a step back. "i guess i need to treat you mean to keep you keen."

"noooo," you whine, reaching out to him. "i was just kidding, daddy. i love you."

bucky narrows his eyes. "i'm gonna start cutting down my 'i love you's to once a month; really get you feening for it."

"no!" you cry, terrified at the prospect of not hearing the words leave his mouth for four entire weeks. "bucky, baby, you can't do that to me!"

his glare softens and he comes back to you, sitting on the bed and pulling you onto his lap. "alright, kitten. don't you worry your pretty little head."

you melt into his arms, clutching at his bare chest. "say it, say it, say it."

with a soft chuckle, he strokes your hair and gives your forehead a kiss before whispering, "i love you, i love you, i love you."

you purr with content, smiling sweetly up at him.

gently, he cups your chin and brings your face closer to his. "but if i catch you flirting back with those punks, you'll be in for it. understood?"

with a sly grin, you give him a sloppy kiss, letting him know you're all his. "understood. gosh, you're so dramatic. now, if you knew what the girls at work say about you..."

bucky's brow quirks up. "really? they- they talk about me? what's, like, what do they say?"

rolling your eyes, you lightly hit his shoulder. "now who's looking for an ego-stroke?"

"hey now," he mumbles, kissing you a few times and keeping his lips close to yours. "if you want something to stroke, i've got something much bigger than my ego."

"idiot."

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message in a bottle

a/n: sadness, anger, breakups; and words, lots of it. this was inspired by a couple of new songs i've heard, and you can find them in a playlist i linked below! as usual... comments and love are much appreciated <3

in which singer!y/n leaves five messages on her new album for her ex-boyfriend, charles leclerc. 

masterlist here! | playlist here

"mate! did you see?" pierre opened the door to his best friend's apartment, eyes glued to the screen as he set the borrowed clothing items down. 

charles looked up from the piano score to him, "see what?" 

"razzo's new album, she just put it out last week." charles stared blankly at pierre. he hadn't heard your nickname on such a long time, it almost didn't register to his brain. but of course, how could the universe let him forget about you? 

his razzo. his little sky rocket. the nickname you'd gotten from his grandma the first time you visited monaco. and it stuck ever since then. 

"do you want to listen to it?" pierre asked.

charles felt like a deer caught in headlights. because he in fact, did really want to listen to the sound of your voice again, but will he ever admit to it? 

"no- no, no. there isn't a need to." 

"are you sure?" pierre asked again. charles nodded, distracting himself by arranging the score sheet that sat perfectly on the piano. 

"okay, i'm just dropping these off. gotta go." 

the door closes, and charles takes out his phone immediately, typing your name into the search bar on instagram. of course, you pop up almost instantly, and charles doesn't hesitate before clicking on your name. 

his heart flutters when he sees the first picture on your feed. a picture of you smiling from ear to ear, champagne in your hand - classic album release picture; 

thereal_y/n: more than a million streams in two days. you guys are unreal! 

he reads the congratulatory messages in the comments, scrolling through all your mutual friends until he stops by one that catches his eye. 

fans_ofy/n: tell me that cover isn't of monaco?

there's a flurry of other comments following it, and charles couldn't help but to continue scrolling through. 

then he sees it in the next post. 

the title of the EP - message in a bottle. it was in your handwriting, covering the center of a picture which made charles gasp. that picture. the one he was all too familiar with. the one you took using your film camera in the summer of 2019 - the sunset in monaco, with charles back view being the focal point of it all. 

his heart nearly plummets to the ground.

this is why pierre asked if he wanted to listen.

now charles couldn't help but to click on the link in your bio, which led straight to the album on spotify. twenty tracks. ten of which were your voice notes. 

he connects his phone to the bluetooth speakers, and pressed play. 

go the distance - 

"ahhh the opening of an ep. it has to be a banger, right?" you chuckle, "i wrote this a couple of years back when i was in a long distance relationship. It was tough, the both of us having to travel the world for our jobs, we hardly got to see each other." 

charles had to hit pause, the sound of your voice too shocking to his system. he covers his mouth with his hand. you sounded so soft, so gentle, like the calm in the absolute chaos of the world. he pressed play.

"and even if we did, it was usually only for a couple of days. it was rough, being so far from the one you loved, but i knew that deep down it was always worth to hold on, because we were so good, and we had the chance of going the distance."

it goes silent for two seconds, before jumping to the tune he knew all too well.

deep down i know, we'll go the distance. charles knew every word to that song. the familiar melody echoing through his house all those years before. hell, he had that song even before it was put together like this. the raw vocals, the squeaking of guitar chords was all he could remember. the way you both slow danced in the kitchen to the stripped down version of it. 

he knew the meaning behind every word, the story each line held. it felt like a cruel trip down memory lane, the silhouettes of you and him now floating around the apartment you once shared with him. it was your song with him - yknow the one that every couple has? yeah, this was it.

it wasn't long before the three minutes and forty seconds are up, and the song ends, allowing your voice to come through the speakers again. 

heart won't let me -

"now this one," you sigh, "it's a complete switch of moods, a switch in timeline. go the distance was very much at the start of a relationship, when you think everything would work; but then comes heart won't let me, which shows how things don't work. how you're constantly arguing about the same things over and over again. how you struggle to work things out with your partner and you should probably leave but your heart doesn't allow you to." 

charles heart squeezes at your words. it went back to you and him, standing in this very apartment, arguing about something he didn't remember - 

"why the fuck are we doing this, charles?" you stand, back pressed against the counter top, your arms folded in front of you. 

charles rubs his face with his hand, "i don't know! you're the one making a big fuss out of it." 

"yeah because you promised to come to the show, charles! my parents, friends, they were all there, excited to see you again-" 

"i had a bad race, y/n. forgive me if i didn't want to entertain your people." he said sarcastically. 

"then maybe i should leave." you mutter. you grab your keys, one hand on the door, but charles grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. he closes the gap between the two of you, resting his head on top of yours, whispering softly, 

"no, don't go." 

tears now ran down his face, and he wipes them with the back of his hand. everytime i try, everytime i try to leave, my heart won't let me.

"fuck me," he pauses the song, grabbing a beer from the fridge that he shouldn't be drinking. he scrolls through the tracks, reading each one of the titles. but it doesn't give him much hints, or any form of preempt for his heart. 

the next song plays. 

what a time -

"what a time - this one has got to be my favourite. it literally came about with one chord and one phrase from me. ahaha, we were in the studio pretty soon after my breakup, and mikey just looked at me, asking why i looked so grim. he was playing a chord over and over again and i told him about my breakup, about everything." 

"fuck." charles mutters, taking another swig from the bottle. he didn't know if he could take it. not hearing your voice for six months straight, and he's now listened to it for ten minutes.

"but yeah, this is about a night i had with someone. we were in belgium, it was literally in the middle of the night-" you laugh breathlessly, "we sat in a park and talked for hours upon hours about our future. and when i look back at it now i just think - what a time, yknow?"

"mmm, and i thought it would be good to have a male perspective of things; because breakups or relationships, they always involve two people, and i wanted to hear the other side, his side of things. that's how niall came into the picture. we wrote this, pretty much in twenty minutes? now i'm just rambling, haha- hope you guys like this one as much as i do." 

charles holds on to the neck of the beer bottle so tightly that his knuckles turn white. i admit that i think about it sometimes. your voice start to turn into white noise.

you both sat on a park bench at 2AM in the morning, just after the belgium gp. charles head was in your lap, your hand massaging his scalp. the air was cool, and quiet; the perfect setting for the both of you.

"how many kids should we have?" charles asked.

"i want two, at least."

"a boy and a girl?" you nod.

"where should we raise them?"

"monaco." you stated simply. he sat up to face you, "not in the states? or france - where your parents are?"

"oh never in the states. i live there because of my job, and besides, france is literally a stones throw away from monaco- we can decide when the time comes, love." you smile, cuddling into his arms.

irrational anger bubbles in his chest - who was this niall? and who the fuck is he to give his perspective on a breakup that he wasn't even involved in? what a lie, what a lie. charles disconnected his phone from the speakers and put in his airpods.

he needed to get out of here before he drowned in painful memories.

when you lose someone -

the elevator ride down seemed to last a lot longer than he remembered.

"more sad ballads...i probably should put a warning on this thing."

"this is about losing someone that you love. well to be honest, it was meant for my grandma, the light of my life that i lost last year. but in between then and the million things happening, the song got morphed into losing the love of your life. and yeah- i, i think it speaks for itself." 

your voice echoes in his brain now, fogging his mind. and he doesn't realise that pierre, his every loving best friend, was waiting downstairs. charles stops right in front of him, and the dejected look on his face tells pierre everything he needed to know.

"you listened to it?" pierre was stating the obvious. he knew charles would listen to it. he knew he didn't have the control to stop himself. he knew he still cared.

"i'm left with the last two." charles tells him.

"give me the keys."

"you're not driving my-" 

"then we'll take my car," pierre readily unlocks the honda. charles didn't protest, climbing into the passengers seat. 

he connects his phone to the speakers in the car, and the song plays while pierre drives into the night. It feels like a Ferrari racing. pierre hears the lyric, his eyes darting to his friend who's expression falters just slightly. he wants to press the radio button, but charles swats his hand away.

"maybe this was a bad idea." pierre mutters.

charles just looks out of the window, the skyline of monaco passing him, "just drive, please." 

he had to listen to it all, he had to know how much he hurt you. 

"maybe we should break up."

"excuse me?"

you had been arguing over the last ten minutes, over something so minuscule it was ridiculous. charles had had a bad race weekend, and you, well you had just lost your grandmother. the both of you in the worst frame of mind possible.

but you hadn't expected him to say those words.

"maybe i should leave." charles repeats. you frown, trying to close the gap between the both of you but he moves away. you knew the words were no longer an empty threat. they held weight; very heavy, heavy weight.

"why are you doing this, charles?"

"its for your sake, y/n." he couldn't even look you in the eye when he spoke.

"bullshit. don't put this on me when you stopped fighting for us. you stopped loving me."

"i love you, razzo."

"then why now? why after the funeral? why at my lowest, at my breaking point did you decide it was right to break up with me?!" you screamed so loud, charles was afraid the entire family was going to barge into the room.

"because i can't do this anymore, mon ange. but i promise-" he reaches to grab your hand, but you pull away quickly.

"get the fuck out of my sight."

charles takes a huge inhale, and pierre is at the verge of muting the radio. when you lose somebody you love. the hardest thing i've ever had to learn.

"charles-"

"pierre, please. just let me listen." but pierre hits the pause button on the speakers, stopping at a red light. he turns to his best friend.

"i have to tell you something." charles nods slowly, looking into his friend's eyes,

"she's in monaco."

time freezes for him. pierre doesn't have a choice but to turn back to the steering wheel and keep driving when the light changes. he sat in silence, unable to play the last voice note, the last song. the car pulls to a stop at a building, one that charles knew all too well.

and they let the next track play.

come back home 

"come back home," you sigh, "if you haven’t noticed, i wrote this for him." you pause, "this entire EP, from start to finish was a message for him. for us. i don't know. i thought alot about it, before i released this EP. i thought about the consequences of my actions and words. but the more i let these songs sit with me in a closet, the worse i felt. so i decided to release this, as a message in a bottle. you know? like the ones that you find at the beach? i don't know if it only happens in movies but yeah. this is for the both of us, for him, if he ever listens - to come back home."

from the outside, it wasn't clear who he was, because god knows you had your share of exes. but charles knew.

pretending that we don't care, but tension cuts the air. you never stopped caring. in fact, you cared more than ever. getting regular updates from the rest of the drivers on the grid about charles. watching every race, every interview, just to get a glimpse of him.

"why don't you ask him yourself, razzo?"

"we're not together anymore, pierre." you paced around your apartment in LA, the 2021 abu dhabi gp podium ceremony playing in the background.

"but you obviously still care." pierre sighs.

"i never stopped caring, pierre. charles was the one that left, remember?"

charles finally had the courage to speak, "she's up there?"

"she's with daniel and lando. but they're on their way back, if you want to see her."

he nods. hell, what do I know where you and I go? damn it, I hope you come back home.

both of them had gotten out of the car, resting on its hood in a comfortable silence until they hear a commotion.

they turn their attention to the noise, and there you stood, in all your glory. laughing at something the boys had said, arms linked with the both of them as you strut down the pavement. lando nudged you to the direction of the two drivers.

your breath is caught in your throat.

charles' heart races.

daniel and lando take the hint, unlooping their arms from yours, bidding you goodbye. charles had to admit that you looked amazing - dress hugging your curves in all the right ways, your hair cut till your shoulders, the way it framed your face so well. oh, how he missed you.

pierre pushes him forward, and they make their way towards you; giving small waves to the mclaren drivers as they leave.

"hi razzo," pierre hugs you, "hi pierre."

he pats you on the shoulder, then charles, and they exchange something in french before he leaves.

leaving you alone, with him.

you laugh nervously, "guess you listened?"

"razzo-"

"charles-"

"ladies first," charles chuckled. it felt too real.

"would you like to come up? for a coffee?" you gestured to the lobby of your apartment, "i really just want to get these heels off."

charles nodded, following you up to your home. he operates on autopilot, taking off his shoes, then kneeling on the ground to help with the straps of your heels-

"charles..." you breathe out, a pained expression on your face. then he panics. he pulls his hand away from your ankles, standing up quickly. you hurry to unbuckle the straps on your own, padding towards the kitchen.

"water, coffee, tea or beer?" you peek from behind from the fridge door.

"water." charles replies. you hand him a bottle, settling for a beer for yourself. it was awkward, standing in an apartment with your ex, after releasing an entire album for him- to him.

"razzo. i- i je suis désolé. i'm sorry." charles sighs, sinking his forehead into his hands. you squeeze his forearm, a sad look on your face.

"je ne trouve pas les mots" i can't find the words. he tells you.

"then use your actions."

it almost felt like a taunt, as if you were mocking him. but charles took his shot, leaning forward and kissing you softly. something that he had been yearning to do the day you packed up your bags and left. and you let him, gave him permission to continue. his hand cupped your face softly, and he could taste the same strawberry chapstick on your lips.

he pulls away first, forehead still pressed against yours.

"pas besoin de s'excuser," no need to be sorry, you finally tell him. you caress his cheek with your thumb, "i'm just glad you got the message."

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Outta My League || Part 1

Charles Leclerc x Girl Band Lead Singer!Reader

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Summary: Charles realises he has it bad for the lead singer of the girl group Ferrari sponsors.

A/N Basically the reader is taking the place of Perrie from Little Mix but won’t be the same person to try and keep this inclusive. There will be a part two.

Requested By Anon: Hi bubs!I don't know if you're accepting requests but If you are,can you do a Charles Lecrerc one with girlgroup singer!reader? Something like,her group (could be little mix please?) are invited to a race by Ferrari (their sponsor too maybe?idk)to perform,and each of the girls are sporting one of the racers numbers to kinda support them and while they are performing Charles is just head over heels for reader? And he gets flustered because the other boys tease him for it and maybe he gets a little jealous too because he's not the only one there that tries to get her number and go out with her LOL. A little especific,sorry but you can add anything you want,feel free. Thank you love❤️

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Staring in the mirror at your reflection you took a deep breath, this would be the biggest performance of your life. When you were first approached with the idea of Formula One starting to bring in live music to the racing weekend, there was no way you could turn down the opportunity, especially with them being one of your biggest sponsors. Without them the group wouldn’t be what it was today, you owed them for your success.

Your stomach was churning, your skin felt clammy and your mind was spinning and it was all down to the nerves.

You couldn’t tear your gaze off your outfit that your manager had decided was right for this event. The longer you looked at it the more you hated it, how they thought that hot pants and push up bra and cut out crop top would be suitable for an event like this would always baffle you. Pairing it with the fact you were at Silverstone and the British weather was unpredictable at the best of times. This was just a recipe for disaster. The outfit only just covered everything it needed to cover, there was now way you were going out to perform wearing this.

Reaching for your oversized Ferrari hoodie and ripped jeans you quickly pulled the garments over your body feeling more comfortable as you stormed out of your dressing room going to find your manager.

The girls saw the pissed expression that graced your face and knew to keep their distance whilst you went to kick off. They knew you well enough that it was the outfit you weren’t happy with, they knew this meant so much to you, especially with your close connection to the racing scene and your close relationship with Sainz seeing as you grew up with him.

You didn’t bother knocking on your manager’s door as you barged in, interrupting her lunch.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?” she asked, looking up from her food.

“Tell me what the fuck the outfit you want us to wear is?” you snapped, folding your arms across your chest.

“You don’t normally have an issue with what you go out on stage in.” she said, raising her brow at you, not sure why there was an issue now.

“This isn’t a fucking tour gig.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at her, not caring if you were acting like a diva right now. “Do you really think that anyone here would be happy if the girl band they are sponsoring and putting their money into walked out to their first live music event wearing next to nothing?”

“The drivers would like it.” she shrugged, reaching for her coffee. “You and I both know that sex sells.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you knew you would have trouble when your previous manager had to step down for family reasons and she took over. All she cared about was money and practically pimping you and the other girls out.

“Fuck this,” you growled, spinning on the balls of your feet. “We won’t be performing in the thing you call a suitable outfit. I will find us something more suitable.” you spat over your shoulder, before storming away.

The sooner you got rid of Satan herself the better.

Now the pressure was on, you only had a couple of hours to come up with something more suitable for this evening.

As you rushed back to your dressing room the idea hit you.

Each of you would wear one of the driver’s shirts pairing it with a pair of ripped skinny jeans with the chequered flag pattern down the sides. A smile appeared on your face as you pictured the outfits, it would be perfect. All you needed to do was get hold of some shirts with the drivers number on the back.

Pulling your phone out of the pocket you dialled the one person you knew would be able to help.

“Carlos necesito tu ayuda. Carlos, I need your help.” you breathed as soon as he answered.

“¿Ahora que? What now?” he sighed, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, I just flipped out at our manager. The outfit she wanted us to go out in was barely an outfit.” you sighed, “She has completely lost her mind.”

“So where do I come into this?”

“I need you to get me some driver shirts.” you hummed, kicking your feet up on the table, leaning back on your chair. “I need two Ferrari shirts, with yours and Charles’ number on the back, one Alpha Tauri with Pierre’s number and one Mclaren with Danny’s number on.”

“When do you need these?” he asked, a playful tone in his voice.

“In an hour’s time.” you said quietly, knowing that you were pushing your luck on time.

“Buen trabajo te amo. Good job I love you.” he chuckled. “Gimmie half an hour and I will come to your dressing room.”

“You are the best.” you grinned, staring at your reflection. A feeling of relief washed over you as you said goodbye to Carlos, ending the call.

You knew he would be teasing you for your choice in shirt, he was the only driver to know who you had a crush on. A crush that had been hidden for many years.

Being childhood friends with Carlos meant you were well known through the paddock and not just as the lead singer in a girl band. Everyone treated you normally so whenever you needed an escape you tagged along with Carlos and the Ferrari crew. So you and Charles quickly built a solid relationship, you were always causing trouble, pulling pranks on Carlos and laughing till your stomachs hurt.

But you knew he wouldn’t feel the same way you did so you never pursued him.

-

“I couldn't get hold of any polo shirts with numbers on but I managed to convince people to give me their spare fire suit top.” Carlos grinned, strolling into the chill out room you and the girls were occupying.

Looking up from your phone, you grinned at your best friend as he automatically tossed Charles’ fire suit top. Instantly your senses were overwhelmed by Charles aftershave.

“Urm, did you just raid everyone’s dirty laundry?” You asked, raising your brow at Carlos who was standing smirking as he placed the remaining tops on the coffee table.

“Of course not.” He chuckled, the smirk on his face growing wider as he spoke. “But Char already had his on when I went searching and I just got lazy so I made him take it off and find his other one.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you knew he was still trying to play matchmaker between you and Charles. You weren’t sure why when you were adamant that Charles didn’t feel the same way.

Checking the time you realised that you were needed for a sound check in five minutes.

“Right you are gonna have to disappear.” you hummed, pushing yourself to your feet, giving him a hug before ushering him out of the room.

“See you in a bit,” Carlos smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Once he had left the room you sighed, knowing that you were going to be teased regarding your choice of driver’s shirt.

“Okay, you have the time it takes us to walk to the stage to take the piss outta me.” you laughed, tossing Charles’ shirt on the coffee table with the others, trying to ignore how the smell of his aftershave made you feel.

“Who said we were gonna tease you?” Jade smirked, following you out of the room.

“It would be the first time you didn’t” you laughed, as you guided the guys out to the stage.

“Everyone knows that you are so in love with Leclerc.” she winked, “I swear any time you are near him you get literal heart eyes and you get all giggly.”

“I do not.” you pouted, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Babes, you really do.” Jesy joined in, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “Everyone can see it, bar you and Charles.”

“Whatever” you huffed, shrugging off her arm before climbing up onto the stage.

You needed to push the thoughts of Charles out your mind, you slipped your in-ear monitor in ready to get this sound check out of the way so you could chill out, maybe bugging some of the drivers before the show.

-

Charles was sitting in the Ferrari motor home when he heard the angelic sound of your voice, the sound alone made his heart beat double in speed. It had been a couple of months since he had last seen you due to the latest tour. During that time he thought he could get over this crush he had on you but it was no use, with every instagram update and facetime you had with Carlos he felt himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

When he found out that you and the girls would be performing after the race at Silverstone he thought he was going to burst with excitement. Pushing himself to his feet he found himself following the sound of your voice, it was a natural reaction and he couldn’t wait to see you doing what you loved.

The closer he got he felt his heart rate increasing, his palms were starting to get clammy and his stomach was flipping.

He didn’t want you spotting him so he hid behind one of the concrete barriers of the track. He felt himself sink down until he was sitting on the floor leaning against the concrete letting his eyes flutter closed listening to the sound of your voice.

“Je savais qu'il serait ici. I knew he would be here.” Pierre shouted over his shoulder to Carlos and Daniel. “He is never too far away from Y/N.”

“Can’t a guy just have some peace?” he sighed, running his hands over his face.

“I mean it is a bit stalkery.” Daniel shrugged, with a large smirk on his face.

“I just like her voice okay.” Charles said quietly, knowing that he wasn’t telling the truth.

The moment he knew you would be performing he knew he would get teased to fuck, Carlos, Pierre and Daniel all knew how badly he was crushing on you but never seemed to have the confidence to do anything about it.

Every time you two were together it was cute to watch, it was like you were the perfect match for each other but both were too blind to see it.

However he was saved from the teasing for a few hours as all of their phones went off with the notification that it was time to get ready for the race. Charles needed to push you from his mind and get focused on the next couple of hours of driving. But it wasn’t an easy task, especially with you being here.

-

Taking a deep breath you wrapped your fingers around the microphone, it was nearly time to walk out onto the stage and your nerves were in pieces. You knew it was risky walking out in Charles’ fireproof top along with the choice of songs you were singing tonight.

3 songs, that's all you were singing tonight and all of them were written with Charles in mind. You couldn’t help yourself, he was always the one you thought about when it came to writing new music. Two songs were the groups and then you were performing a cover of Yellow.

You had to remind yourself on how to breathe, the thoughts of Charles were taking your breath away. The feeling of Jesy’s hand on your shoulder brought you back to the real world.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Now or never right?” you shrugged, before you strutted out onto the main stage with the girls behind you.

The cheers and whistles brought a smile to your face but you still found yourself scanning the crowd for the one person you wanted to see the most. The moment you locked eyes with him on the front row you swore it was like you had just been punched in the stomach.

Charles watched in awe as you did what you did best up on stage, his heart practically stopped when he realised why Carlos stole his fireproof top earlier today. Seeing you wearing it made him realise he never wanted to see you in anyone else's clothes, he knew that was ridiculous as you weren't dating but it ignited something deep inside of him. The way you had styled it with your ripped skinny jeans, paired with your hair and make up, he felt all of his self control come apart at the seams. He was sure he had heart eyes right now but he didn’t care, you were taking all his attention and practically setting his world on fire.

“He has it so bad.”

“This is more than just a crush, boys.”

“Little Leclerc is in love.”

“They need to get together.”

“I swear I am going to have to lock them in a room together.” Carlos smirked, knowing it would gain his team mates attention and it did. “I keep trying to make them both see what's in front of them but they are both so blind.”

“What are you on about?” Charles asked, raising his brow at Carlos. “She is completely outta my league, there isn’t a chance that she would be into someone like me.” he said, trying not to let his voice crack as he spoke the words that caused his heart to ache.

“You two are both so dumb at times.” he laughed, slapping his hand down on Charles’ back.

“Écoute les paroles. Listen to the lyrics.” Pierre nodded, smirking at his best friend. “Ils sont à propos de toi. They are about you. Hell they are even doing a cover of Yellow by Cold Play.”

Charles froze at Pierre’s statement, he felt his cheeks starting to heat up as he realised his friends were right. These weren’t just random songs you girls had decided to perform, this was you trying to reach out to Charles on the sly and he was too dumb to see it. The fact you chose his number to wear over Carlos’, the fact you were singing Cold Play.

Everything was starting to fall into place in his head now.

Turning his attention to you he let out a long breath, running his hand over his face as you locked eyes with each other. The feeling was intense and it made Charles feel like there was nobody else surrounding him, it was just you and him.

He felt his eyes starting to burn from tears he didn’t realise had built up.

He needed to do something, he needed a plan. He needed you as his girl.

And nothing was going to stop him.

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goodnight | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x singlemom!reader word count: 4.4k words request: yes/no, by @tamaraudvardy: "hii. can i request one where the reader has a 2yrs old baby boy from a prev relationship and they go on family skii vacation with charles and his fam and just a cute domestic charles like him playing with the child in the snow and pascale admiring how her son is so easily adapting to daddy role?🥺😍" when i tell you that this fic came at the perfect time... thank you for sending this!<3 prompt: letter z: zzz. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. warnings: language, pregnancy, fluff, daddy!charles, uncle!pierre. a/n: we've reached the end!!!! what was supposed to be the last fic of the year has turned into the first fic of the year, and i'm okay with that. happy new year, besties. i love you all. my askbox is always open for requests, currently the only drivers i write for are lando, mick, pierre, charles and george.

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“okay, i want you to know that this is very new to me, i don’t usually do this type of thing,” you said pointing back and forth between you and the young man in front of you.

“yeah, i don’t either, but pierre spoke very highly of you, so i just thought, why not?” he replied, giving you a smile, and it helped calm your nerves.

“same, every time you two hung out together he’d send me pictures of the two of you,” you chuckled, charles nodded.

“he sent me pictures of you as well!” his eyes widened as he laughed, “if i didn’t know any better i would’ve thought you two were the ones dating,”

“god no. i mean, he’s one of my closest friends but…” you shivered, “even for me he’s a little too much,”

this was your first blind date ever. your friend pierre had set you up with one of his friends from work, ferrari driver charles leclerc. from what pierre had told you about him, you knew that charles came from a good family, he seemed respectful and down to earth.

the restaurant you were at was a bit too fancy for your liking, but your undivided attention was on charles. he spoke so passionately about his job, sometimes struggling to find the right word to explain some new concept so you could understand it more easily.

“i am so sorry, i just realized i’ve been talking about myself nonstop all night. please, tell me about you,” he drank from his glass of wine as you smiled at him.

“don’t worry, it’s nice hearing you talk so passionately about something. as for me, i-” the sound of your phone interrupted you. this was the special ringtone you’d set up for sydney, your nanny, “i’m so sorry, i need to take this,” you apologized as you stood up, walking to a quiet corner of the restaurant.

“sydney?” you answered the call.

“mommy!” you heard you little boy’s loud squeal.

“theo, what are you doing up at this hour?”

“you not said g’night!” he stumbled on his words. your little man had just turned two about three weeks ago and was starting to say complete sentences.

“you didn’t say goodnight,” you corrected him, nodding to yourself as you heard him repeat it. “good job, baby. now, are you in bed? ready to go to sleep?”

“yes, mommy!” he yelled, and you had to move your phone away from your ear as you laughed.

“okay, let’s do it. goodnight, blankie,” you heard him say the words at the same time as you, “goodnight, stars. goodnight, moon. goodnight, sydney. goodnight, mommy. goodnight, theo,” you finished your nightly ritual.

“love mommy!” he said, and you nearly felt your eyes watering. it was still hard to comprehend it, you made that little boy. you poured blood, sweat and tears into bringing that little soul to life.

“i love you, too, theo. now, go to sleep, okay?” you cooed.

“okay, mommy,” he yawned.

“night, baby,” you whispered, letting them hang up first. you smiled, clutching the phone in your hand, turning around. your eyes widened as you saw charles standing behind you. “how much of that did you hear?” you sighed. this wasn’t how you’d been planning to tell him, but…

“just you saying goodbye,” he said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

“okay, i guess we’re rushing things now. come on, let’s sit and i’ll tell you what that was all about,”

after you sat down you explained that you had a little two-year-old from a previous relationship, the father had never wanted to be part of theo’s life, which made charles’ blood boil.

“i’m surprised pierre didn’t mention him. he loves being theo’s uncle.” you smiled, charles’ eyes widened in surprise.

“that’s your theo?” he asked, you frowned at the question. “sorry, it’s just, i… i facetimed him a few weeks ago, and he was babysitting a boy, (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) eyes.” you nodded, that seemed like your theo. “he’s such a great little guy! from what i heard he’s the only one able to keep pierre on his toes,”

“that he is, that’s my little boy,” you raised your glass, as if you were toasting in his honor, before taking a small sip.

conversation flowed easily, you were surprised that he didn’t back away instantly after finding out you had a child.

“i had a really nice night,” he said as he walked you to your car. you nodded, smiling at him.

“me too. this went better than i expected,” you confessed, noticing the way charles’ shoulders relaxed.

“is it… is it too soon to ask when i can see you again?” he took a step close to you.

“it is, but, i liked you, so…” you half smiled, shrugging a shoulder. “i think i can let it slide this once,” you chuckled.

it took a few months for you to be one hundred percent sure that theo was ready to meet charles. you’d told your little man about him, saying that he was your friend and that he wanted to meet him.

he was a little apprehensive at first, but you explained you’d be going to the park and meet him and pierre there. that did the trick.

“where uncle p?” theo asked as you walked to the spot you’d agreed, his small hand wrapped around your index finger.

“he’s waiting for us, he and charles are already there, can you see them?” you pointed to where the two friends were standing.

“i see! mommy i see uncle p!” he tightened his hold on you, running to the two drivers. “uncle p!” theo yelled, letting go of you when you were only a few meters away.

“there’s my little guy!” pierre lifted the little boy in his arms. “how’ve you been, theo?”

“good! i saw you on tv!” he smiled. “i saw you too! red car!” he pointed at charles, who had a soft smile on his face. both drivers had just come back from a race the previous weekend. “down, uncle p, please,” theo asked and pierre put him down.

“did you like the race, theo?” charles asked, crouching in front of him. your heart was beating fast inside your chest. you’d really grown to like charles profoundly over the past months, and you both could see a future together.

“yeah! they go fast,” theo put his arms in front of him, as if he were holding a steering wheel, and started running around as he imitated the cars he heard on tv. you all laughed, and you watched as the three of them started talking about the cars, about racing, about the possibility that you and theo could join them for a grand prix weekend.

after about thirty minutes of the four of you playing in the park, it was pierre’s time to leave. you hugged the frenchman and thanked him for helping theo open up to charles. after two more hours of playing in the park, theo started feeling antsy, and charles noticed right away.

"i don't know about you guys, but i'm feeling a little hungry. would anyone like to join me for some pizza and spaghetti?" he remembered theo's favorite food. you smiled as you watched theo's eyes widen in surprise, nodding his head vigorously. now, you sat with theo in front of you, charles to your side as you all waited for your food to arrive. the two of them were talking about everything their minds could think of, sometimes leaving you out of the conversation for a few minutes. you didn’t mind, it was great knowing that theo felt at ease with charles after only knowing him for a few hours.

“mommy, mommy!” theo called for you, making you snap out of your thoughts, you looked at him, smiling instantly.

“yes, baby?” you asked.

“can cha play with me tonight? i wan’ show him my toys!” theo said before taking a sip of his lemonade. your eyes darted from your little boy, to charles, who placed a hand on your thigh, his action hidden by the table.

“w-well… we have to ask him, theo.” you panicked.

“cha, play with me?” theo asked, looking directly at charles, raising his head a little as he stuck his bottom lip out.

“if-if mommy says it’s okay,” you placed your hand on top of his, and he flipped it over so your palms were pressed against each other, lacing your fingers together.

“mommy, pleeeaseee?” theo begged, and it took everything in you not to melt instantly.

“okay, only for a little bit, though.”

-

“this my room!” theo stood on his tiptoes to turn on the light, his other hand clutching charles’.

charles’ eyes widened at the amount of red bull and alpha tauri merch that hung on the walls. posters, caps, everything.

“i think i might get fired if anyone sees me in here,” charles mumbled as theo ran around grabbing whatever he wanted to show charles.

the three of you were sitting on the floor, playing with the new paw patrol toy you got him a few weeks ago. at some point during the night, theo spilled juice over his clothes and you changed him into his favorite pjs, which he proudly showed to charles, they were a kid-size replica of a f1 race suit. after hours of playing, theo yawned, rubbing his eyes as he leaned to his right, resting against charles’ arm.

“‘m tired,” theo whispered between yawns as charles looked at you with wide eyes.

“do you want me to tuck you in?” you asked, leaning in, your fingers rubbing against his cheek and moving his hair away from his face. he visibly relaxed under your touch, his small hands wrapping around charles’ arm.

“cha,” he said.

“yes, theo?” charles butted in as he heard his new nickname.

“cha tucks me in,” theo demanded, eyes shut as he nuzzled against the driver’s arm. you both looked at each other, a huge grin on charles’ face. he raised his eyebrows, asking for permission. shyly, you nodded.

it was like a switch had been flipped inside charles, he instantly knew what to do. holding theo close to his chest as he stood up. whispering soft words in the little boy’s ear as he walked him to his bed. once theo’s head was resting against the pillows of his car-themed bed, he made grabby hands, frowning.

charles turned to you, and you handed him theo’s blanket. charles wrapped it around theo’s frame, pulling the rest of the covers up as well.

“g’night,” theo whimpered. you’d thought he’d already fallen asleep, but he still had enough energy to say goodnight.

“do you want to teach charles how to say goodnight?” you asked, kneeling next to theo as charles sat on the bed. theo nodded, leaning on his side, slightly opening one eye.

“say as me,” theo said, you chuckled, saying the sentence correctly, “repeat after me,”

“okay,” charles smiled.

“goodnight, blankie. goodnight, stars. goodnight, moon. goodnight, mommy. goodnight, theo. goodnight, cha.” charles repeated the words, and once they finished, your little boy yawned, falling asleep instantly.

after staring at theo for a few minutes, making sure he was fast asleep, charles helped you up, holding your hand as you left the room. as soon as the door was shut, you felt his hands on your face, his lips against yours in a fiery kiss.

“i want in. i’m all in. i want this, every day, for the rest of my life.”

-

and now, six months later, your little family arrived at the chalet you rented for the holidays and for theo's birthday. in just two days your baby boy was turning three.

"this is so cool!" you smiled as you heard theo's high-pitched voice. "i want to play in the snow!” he yelled.

“in a minute, champ. first we have to unload everything from the car and bring it inside, can you help me with that?” charles asked, and theo nodded from his spot in the backseat.

“yeah, i’m strong,” he said as he flexed his muscles, making you laugh.

after you settled in and unpacked everything, theo dragged you and charles out of the chalet and into the snow. he fell dramatically, spreading his arms and legs, making a snow angel.

“cha! help me up!” theo raised his arms, looking at charles. even though his speech was a little better, he still held on to the nickname he gave to charles when they first met.

“please?” you reminded him, lifting an eyebrow.

“cha, can you help me up, please?” theo repeated, charles ran to him, hoisting him up from the snow. “look!”

“it’s theo’s angel,” charles said, and theo leaned his head against charles’.

“you make an angel! and mommy too!” he turned around, seeing you taking a picture of the two of them. “mommy!”

“sorry, baby, you two were looking so cute,” you walked to them and kissed theo’s cold, chubby cheek.

“okay, now i take one of you two!” theo said and he started shifting in charles’ arms. charles put him down and theo extended his hands. after handing him your phone and explaining to him how to take it, theo ran back. charles put his arms around you, you leaned into his side. “i got it! mommy, cha, i did it!” he rushed to you and showed you the pictures he took. as you would expect from a (nearly) three-year-old, some were cropped, in some you could only see the snow, and one was perfect.

“how about a picture us three?” charles suggested. theo smiled brightly, you picked him up as charles extended his arm.

“say cheese,” theo instructed, making you laugh just as charles pressed his finger against the screen.

-

the day before theo’s birthday, you drove to a kid-friendly resort, where theo could play with other kids and learn the basics of skiing. charles’ family was arriving on christmas morning, and you’d all made plans to go up to the mountains. but first, you had to make sure that theo felt comfortable, so you signed him up online for a lesson.

“okay, theo, let’s go, the lesson’s about to start,” you crouched in front of him, making sure his jacket was secure around him. “are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” you asked.

“i’m a big boy, mommy! i can do it!”

“okay, well, charles and i will be right here, alright? if you need anything you can call for us, okay?” you reminded him as he nodded his head.

“bye, cha!” he waved his hand as charles arrived with the gloves that theo had left in the car. charles kneeled next to you, putting theo’s gloves on.

“go have fun, theo. we’ll be right here in case you need anything. you know i can come with you if you want,”

“mommy already said it! i can go alone!” he laughed.

“okay, i was just saying…” charles leaned in, pressing a kiss to theo’s head. “take care, theo. i love you,”

“hi! i’m sophie, that’s my dad!” a girl around five years old approached you, and she pointed to the instructor. “he asked me to help theo today!” she smiled.

“that’s so nice, thank you sophie!” charles said.

“good luck, theo. we’ll be right here, okay?” you smiled at him.

“bye, mommy. bye, cha!” he waved his hand, even though he was still standing in front of you.

“we love you, theo. have fun!” you hugged him one last time.

“love you, mommy. love you, cha!” theo said as he and sophie rushed to where the rest of the kids were.

“why don’t you call him dad?” the girl asked. theo looked up at her. “the man, you called him cha.”

“yeah, mommy and cha!” theo nodded.

“you should call him dad, though. daddies feel bad when you don’t.”

“okay,” theo said just as the instructor called for everyone’s attention.

the rest of the day was filled with laughter, snow, and hot chocolate, and as you tucked theo in that night, you felt your eyes tearing up. he was turning three tomorrow. you thought back to that christmas eve, the day he was born. you were alone, scared, you had no one. but the second you heard him crying, the first moment the nurses placed him in your arms… you knew you’d be okay.

“i can’t believe he’s turning three tomorrow,” you sighed, resting your head on charles’ chest. theo was fast asleep in the room next door and you were feeling sleepy as the seconds passed.

“i know, i feel like it was yesterday when i first met him,” charles played with your hair. you nodded. “time goes by so fast. next thing we know he’ll be off to college,” charles said.

“i love you,” you felt so many emotions at the same time. nostalgia about theo growing up, nervous about theo meeting charles’ family for the first time, thankful for having someone as marvelous and wonderful as charles by your side.

it might seem cliche, but you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

-

“happy birthday to you,” you and charles sang as you walked into theo’s room, holding a birthday cake. “happy birthday to you,” you sat on theo’s bed, charles kneeling on the floor as he ran his fingers through theo’s hair. the boy’s eyes felt heavy as he blinked. “happy birthday, dear theo.” you giggled as theo sat up on the bed, wide eyes darting from you, to charles, to the cake in front of him. “happy birthday to you,” you both finished singing as theo pulled charles off the floor. charles moved the pillows aside, sitting against the headboard with theo on his lap.

“make a wish, theo,” charles said, you both watched as theo closed his eyes, frowning as he thought about the perfect wish. he gasped, eyes wide open as he blew the candles. you cheered for him, setting the cake on the bedside table so you could hold you little boy in your arms.

“happy birthday, my theo. mommy loves you so much,” you held him tight.

“thank you, mommy! i love you,” you felt his lips against your cheek, and it took everything in you not to cry at the wholesomeness of it all.

“my turn, my turn,” you heard charles shuffling around on the bed, felt his arm around you, the other one around theo as the boy wrapped his small hands around charles’ neck. “happy birthday, little theo. mommy and i have a whole day planned just for you. i love you,” charles said.

“love you, daddy!” theo mumbled against charles’ neck.

you both froze for a few seconds, looking at each other with wide eyes. you couldn’t panic for too long, though, because soon, theo was too enthralled by the idea of a birthday cake just for him, and all the activities you’d planned for him.

throughout the rest of the day, and you didn’t know where theo had gotten it from, he kept calling charles ‘daddy’. that night, on your way back to the chalet, theo fell asleep in the backseat, which gave you the perfect opportunity to talk to charles.

“charles, i…” you started, suddenly panicking. he gripped your hand, which he always held whenever you were in the car. “i swear, i don’t know where he got it from. i-”

“hey, it’s okay. i’ve… secretly been waiting for this moment for a few months now,” he confessed. “do you remember the first day i met theo?” he asked, you nodded, feeling the pad his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand. “i meant it back then, and i do now. i’m all in. i’m never letting go of you two.” he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“how are you real?” you smiled.

-

“mommy! daddy! santa!” theo’s excited squeals woke you up. you felt charles’ arms tightening around you, his face pressed against your neck. a small body climbed in bed with you, jumping up and down on the mattress. “daddy! wake up! mommy!” theo grunted, falling to his knees as he snaked his way between you two. “santa came!”

“santa!?” charles asked, jumping up from the bed. “what are we waiting for! come on, theo, let’s see what santa left!” charles opened his arms and theo jumped. you heard their footsteps walking away, you shook your head as you finally opened your eyes. you stretched your arms over your head, standing up and sliding your feet in your slippers.

“thanks for waking me up,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you descended the stairs.

charles and theo looked at you with wide eyes.

“sorry, mommy, look!” theo pointed to all the presents you’d placed under the tree the owners of the chalet provided.

“whoa, theo! you must’ve behaved really good this year,” you approached them, sitting on the floor next to them.

he started opening up all of the presents, his joy growing more with each one. once the initial euphoria of all the new toys died down a bit, you left your two men in the living room setting up the battery car that charles got him - a red ferrari, obviously,- and went to make some hot chocolate for everyone, making extra since charles’ family were arriving in about an hour.

“mommy, look!” you heard from behind you, you turned around to see theo wearing a new onesie, a replica of charles’ racing suit. theo was sitting on the red car, which charles was controlling with a remote.

“oh, my goodness.” you laughed, “theo! look at you!” you smiled, looking at your little boy, with a wide smile on your face.

“daddy got me this!” he patted his torso.

“that was so nice of him, did you say thank you?”

“thank you, daddy!” theo climbed out of the car and hugged charles, who lifted him up as they walked to you.

“you’re welcome, theo,” charles placed a kiss on theo’s head, then one on your forehead.

“we’re here!” you heard from the entrance of the house.

“come here, theo,” you grabbed your son as charles walked to his mom, hugging her. “that’s pascale, charles’ mom,” you whispered in his ear, theo nodded. “that’s arthur,” you pointed to the youngest leclerc, “and that’s lorenzo. they’re his brothers,”

“i don’t have brothers,” theo said, you nodded.

“you don’t,”

“will i ever have any brothers?” theo asked.

“well… maybe, in the future,” you nodded, watching charles embracing his brothers. “do you want a brother? or a sister?”

“yeah,” theo leaned his head on your shoulder.

after the introductions were made, the rest of the leclercs presented theo with gifts they’d brought just for him, hoping to get him to open up more easily.

“daddy, look!” theo called, making arthur choke on his drink. “it’s a toy car! like the one santa gave me! i wanna play in the snow, please?” theo asked, you stood from your spot next to him and held his hand.

“come on, let’s go change your clothes. we’ll be right back,” you said, walking upstairs with theo.

did you panic and left charles alone to deal with it? maybe. but it felt right to let him be the one to tell his family about his plans for the future.

“so… daddy?” arthur smirked. receiving a punch in the arm from lorenzo. “ow!”

“charles, this…” his mom said.

“i know, i know this is a huge step for me, for (y/n), for theo. but i- i fell in love with him the moment i met him. they’re the best thing that could ever have happened to me. and (y/n), she… she’s everything i’ve ever needed, all i ever wanted. i’m happy. we’re all happy.”

“my boy,” pascale walked to charles, embracing her son. “i’m so proud of you. so happy.”

“daddy!” theo said as you walked down the stairs. “we can use the car santa left and the car uncle king gave me and make a race!”

“uncle king?” charles asked, furrowing his eyebrows. theo nodded, pointing to arthur.

“like king arthur,” theo explained. he loved to hear that story before bedtime. “uncle king.”

“i’m keeping him,” arthur said.

the three leclerc brothers and your son were playing in the snow, burying charles under a mountain of snow, making a snowman.

“i’ve never seen him happier,” pascale said as she stood next to you.

“he’s been wonderful these past few months. and from the first date, when i told him about theo, he didn’t back away. instead he just seemed more excited to meet him, hang out with him. and when they met, they… they just clicked, you know?” you said.

-

“theo, i have one last surprise for you,” you walked in his bedroom as he was putting away all the toys you gave him for his birthday and for christmas.

“another one?” he asked.

“yes, and i need your help with something, are you in?”

“yes, mommy!” you now five-year-old son smiled.

“okay. give me your hand,” you instructed, holding his hand against your stomach. “there’s a baby in here,”

“a baby?” his eyes went wide. “mommy, why did you eat a baby?”

“no, theo,” you laughed, kissing his head, “this is where babies live before they’re ready to come out into the world,” you noticed an adorable frown in his face as he tried to process what you’d just said. “don’t worry, theo, we’ll explain everything as time goes by and you’ll understand it when you’re older, okay?” theo nodded. “okay, now, i need your help telling daddy,”

“he doesn’t know?” he gasped

“no, you’re the first person i wanted to tell. i know how much you’ve wanted a sibling for so long,” you rubbed your thumb against his cheek.

about twenty minutes later, theo’s ready for bed, you nod your head encouragingly.

“daddy, goodnight!” theo called, and a few seconds later charles came in to his room.

“we’re ready for bed?” charles asked.

“yes!” theo smiled, holding the stuffed dragon that charles gave him yesterday.

“okay, let’s do this,” charles said sitting next to you on the bed, his hand holding yours, playing with the ring on your finger.

“goodnight, stars. goodnight, moon. goodnight, mommy. goodnight, daddy. goodnight, theo.” the three of you said.

“goodnight, baby.” you and theo finished, charles frowned looking from your son, to you, to the smile on your face.

“baby?” he asked, you nodded, feeling small tears in your eyes.

who would’ve thought, that theo’s sleep ritual would help you tell charles one of the biggest new of his life.

you felt his arms around you protectively all night, and while charles was sleeping you could hear him mumbling in his sleep… “baby”.

Communications and Confessions

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Request: Heyyy could you please write a drabble/headcanon about Charles' communications manager behaving distantly all of a sudden because she realised she has feelings for him but then he confronts her about it, it gets a little angsty and turns out he has feelings for her too?

Warnings: bit of cursing.

a/n: i was supposed to directly answer the ask but ended up mistakenly deleting it. Luckily, i managed to copy it before 😅 also, i’m aware this is a bit more like a short imagine but i honestly couldn’t figure out how to write this as a drabble so bear with me pls!!

Somehow, over the last few race weekends, things had changed so quickly between you and Charles.

Sure, you were collegues and when you first found out how close in age the two of you were, you thought it would make things easier, especially when you became friends really quickly. If only you knew.

Fast forward a little while, you started dreading race weekends.

As his communication manager, you were often the first person he saw after the races. The first consolations were always from you and you always were one of the few first people he would hug after a win. The friendship the two of you shared definetly made that part of the job easier and less awkward. For a while, at least.

Now, you had went back to the uncomfortable shyness that had being lingering around when the two of you were first introduced last season, simply because you caught feelings for him when you knew you shouldn’t have.

Therefore, the only solution you could come up with was to distance yourself, emotionally at least and just hope for the best. The post-race hugs turned into high-fives, hanging out when it wasn’t work-related was a thing of the past and the small chatters and whispers the two of you would exchange during team meeting were long gone as well.

About three race weekends into the second half of the season, and after zero communication during summer break, Charles had enough of the unexplained cold shoulder you were giving him.

He found himself unable to stay silent about it when you greated him with pursed lips and a sorry look after the Dutch GP, immediately walking in front of him to the media pen instead of giving him the hug he was so used to getting, the one thing he looked forward to after a race.

He hid his annoyance-tinged surprise and rushed through the interviews, being a bit more curt with the interviewers than what was appreciated and what you had recommended.

You thought he had misunderstood your advice due to the way you had panicked and tripped over your words when he had leaned down to hear you, his hand on your back as you walked to the media pen.

"You didn't have to be so short with them." You noted to him as the two of you walked away from the cameras and microphones.

"You don't have to be so short with me either but, oh well. You can't always get what you want."

His defensive response startled you as the two of you made your way into the motorhome, Charles now way ahead of you, his steps hurried as he loosened the collar of his suit.

Sighing, you followed him up to him driver’s room where he immediately turned to face you.

“So… Care to explain why we’re back to strictly professional interactions?” He let himself fall into a chair, one of his arms hanging over its back as he sat challengingly.

At first, you attempted to tell him you weren't being short with him and that if you were, it wasn't on purpose but he wasn't buying it so you gave up and told him you needed to get going.

He quickly closed the door of the tiny room and blocked the way to it.

"You won't even look at me, ma chère. And i believe there's a hug i have been robbed of."

"Quit the dramatics, Charles. I need to leave."

“You’re not leaving until i figure out what the fuck changed.”

Even then, you couldn't meet his eyes, especially with the underlying disappointment in them from the race. That would just make you want to wrap him in the biggest hug. Yeah, he got P3 but you out of all people knew how little that meant to him.

“Nothing changed!” Your voice rose.

“Yes, exactly. I’m not an idiot so don’t try to get me to believe that.”

Your rubbed at your eyes in frustration, your heart racing as you realized you had no clue about how you would get yourself out of this situation.

“Why do you even care? We were barely even friends.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Ouch!” He grimaced, “You’re telling me all that shit meant nothing?” He tried to catch your eyes but it was all in vain.

“No… I don’t- Charles, it’s still… Fuck, i don’t know!”

"You know, for a communication manager, you're shit at communicating." He said while leaning back against the door, the suit now hanging off his hips.

"There's really nothing to communicate, Charles."

"Tell me, please."

“Tell you what?!” You faked cluelessness.

“I’m not stupid. Please, just say it, whatever it is.”

Silence reigned as your thoughts raced.

“Please.” Charles still insisted.

“Charles, please don’t make me do this.” You pleaded while tears threatened to pool in your eyes bit you immediately wiped them away, making sure he didn’t notice them.

But he did.

“Fuck…” was his response to that, taking a step closer to you, his body frozen with worry now, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You sighed and looked away before murmurng the words in a whisper that was barely audible, "I kinda like you."

You checked for Charles' reaction out of the corner of your eye and found his brows raised in surpise, a slight smile on his face, all the worry disappearing in an instant. His heart was racing at those four words.

"Don't say anything." You held a hand up at him, "I'll go resign and disapper into some underground hole on the other side of the planet, maybe even on another planet altogether, forget f1 and ferrari ever existed and then we can pretend we never knew each other to begin with. Simple and easy. It's just a crush, you know? It’s no big deal, right? It-" You tried delaying having to face his reaction by rambling.

"God, do you ever shut up?" He cut you off with a laugh as he moved even closer to you, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you closer before guiding your arm onto his shoulder while his wrapped around your waist.

"What are you doing?" You questioned, retracting your hand and looking at him weirdly for a millisecond while your heart was thretening to beat out of you chest.

"Responding to the confession." He smiled, "Look at me a little."

The second you did, his lips were on yours in a delicate and quick kiss that took you by suprise and made you blush and resist a smile until he pulled away and smiled widely at you himself.

"Just like i imagined, even better than the hugs." He said before hugging you tightly anyway, his face hidden in your neck this time as he whispered to you.

"Just in case you didn't get the hint, i like you too."