My Gosh, Thank You So Much Guys. I Dont Know How Come So Many People Want To Read My Stuffs, But I Am

My gosh, thank you so much guys. I don’t know how come so many people want to read my stuffs, but I am so grateful.

I know I have been MIA more than usual but I had an exam three days ago and I have another one in 9 days, so I’m gonna be MIA still for a little while more.

Anywayyyy as you can see I have stories in my drafts that are waiting for me and for you, so please don’t give up on me.

Love you all my minions 😘

Levitating

Summery: You are Charles’ celebrity crush… or are you?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader. (This has nothing to do with my Smau series… it’s just a one shot I couldn’t stop thinking about)

Continua a leggere

call it what you want ✸ cl16

“My baby’s built like a daydream walking with his head down, I’m the one he’s walking to…”

Where… reputations are changing and you’re in love.

includes… slight angst, fluff.

word count… 2.3k

notes… yes, i did make charles win but if it’s written in stone (or on the internet) then i can’t be wrong.

up next, show up, show out. ──── series list.

The anxious pacing across the length of your living room only could distract you so much, the screen of your phone not lighting up with a notification from where you’d been rotating it from the front to the back and then again and again for the past hour.

Open the door, I’m outside.

You’d barely turned the nob when Charles pushed the door open, bags falling unceremoniously to the floor. If it were any other time, he’d admire how the apartment was an extension of you, something you clearly spent a lot of time in.

“No.”

Whatever you had to say died on the tip of your tongue, brows drawing together as your mouth dropped open, trying to figure out what he meant. “No? What?”

“I mean no, we’re not breaking up.” Charles was crossing the length of the room while you stood in the centre watching him. “That’s not what is going to happen.”

“And what is going to happen then?”

Charles stopped in front of you, grabbing your hands. “We’re going to talk it out, whatever it is that you’re feeling because I know you and I know this is not what you want.”

The retorts, the flushing down of your ego, the arguments you’d spent the last near twenty four hours preparing all lost themselves as you stared at him, trying to figure him out. Trying to understand the gentle hold he had on you, like you would crumble if he applied the slightest bit more pressure, yet still strong enough to make you feel like you could never slip away, the way his eyes and body held more emotion than you’d ever felt, no song, no previous love, no rendition of love having ever been this expressive.

“You’re my endgame, chérie,” his lips were close enough to touch, but only just, arms caging you in but still giving you enough space to step away if you’d like. “But if you don’t want… if you think we— I am not worth it, then I’ll walk away. But I’m not going anywhere without a fight.”

It was like he’d spoken the words you’d hoped to hear, but the weight of them crushed you. Nobody ever told you how to talk to someone who fought to stay in your life, who pleaded to rest in your heart. Nobody ever taught what to do when someone didn’t walk away, or you didn’t have them coming back to let you know they’d stay. So how could you ask him to just, “stay.”

Charles looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips when you said it again, louder and firmer this time. “I want you to stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he told you, and you stood there, close enough to touch and exist as you watched each other, learning every single detail of the other.

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“Okay, so I usually don’t play this song, but tonight felt like it was a good time to switch things up.”

The stage was empty, a single spotlight following you as you walked towards the centre where the piano was set up for you, seat facing the VIP box where you could see the silhouette of a smile. You looked at the keys as you spoke, the melody something familiar that you hoped would stay true.

“So uh,” you pressed down on the keys, the melody one you felt at home with, even after all the time you’d spent without playing it, “you knew when you meet someone new, and then when you hang out with them, you’re supposed to be all cool and be casual and like ‘yeah, I’m having a good time with you’?—“ you looked at the black and white keys, the ages old tune still fresh in your head as if you’d written it just yesterday “— and that’s like… crazy stupid. No, but seriously, this is such an amazing crowd, and I love you… We started this tour way back in the beginning of the year, and it seems like it feels like a lifetime ago because we’re just having so much fun together, with you guys.

When I say we, I mean all the people involved, from catering and security to light and sound and my backup dancers and singers, all of us who’ve been dreaming of something like this our lives and this… this exceeds everything we could have thought of. And also, there would be no show without you guys, who decided to spend a whole night with me, singing your hearts out instead of somewhere else with someone else…”

The crowd cheered on, screaming loudly. You could see the fans closest to you holding onto each other tight, teary eyed smiles as you spoke of them. “So this is for you, for all of you who are here now—in person or at home, watching from somewhere on the internet—and then later to take this all down and repeat it elsewhere. None of us could ever live such a dream, this one that’s exceeding every single possible limit of dreaming when we were kids.”

The melody started sounding louder without you speaking. “I said remember this moment…”

You couldn’t see much beyond the bright lights, but you could see the smile on your mother’s face as she stood up there, watching down on you.

“… I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you. I was screaming long live at the look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid…”

The sudden cheering of the crowd at the changing notes in the piano, to the only ballad on your album made you smile, vision blurring as you started anew.

“There’s glitter on the floor after the party, girl’s carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candles and polaroids on the hardwood floors, you and me from the night before but…”

Charles caught you eye, a soft smile on his face as he mouthed the words along with you, along with the hundreds of others who could see the sudden change in expression as you stayed watching him and your mother sing along.

“Please don’t ever become a stranger, whose laugh I can recognise anywhere.”

The crowd was singing along with you, and despite being unable to see everybody there, you could feel the love and warmth showering over you from them.

“Hold on to the memories, and they’ll hold on to you…”

“How are we feeling?”

The crowds were silent when you caught Charles’ eye one last time, sending him a smile before speaking into the mic. “Before we jet off into the next track, I’d just like to thank you for coming out tonight.”

It felt different seeing the crowds, knowing it’d be a while until you saw them again, like this, but the wide smile that pulled on your cheeks until they hurt wasn’t one that you could lose. “I know it might feel like I’m repeating myself, but I’m so thankful to be able to perform for you one last time. Thank you for coming here, for choosing to spend time with me. Because like, you guys have let me continue living out dreams I thought were something I’d never get back so I guess I’m just trying to say thank you for being there with me and loving me and choosing me. I hope you have the time of your life with us!”

The crowd cheered again, the sound of yelling they loved you loud enough for you to hear making you laugh, head turned towards the floor for second before saying it back. “Alright, now that we’ve had our fun, emotional catharsis, how about we drive off towards some fun?”

It felt like a slow motion, adrenaline filled high, each song moving at a snail’s pace that you were barely keeping track with.

Nothing good… nothing good starts… Don’t blame me, don’t blame me.

A thousand screams, bright smiles and a new beat.

Oh lord save me, my drug is my baby I’ll be using for my rest of my life

Voices screaming even louder, the energy now growing once again from the somber tone you’d adopted into rushing adrenaline.

“Using for the rest of life…”

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The internet was flooded with discourse, both through articles on the subject of the of your immensity of success from your tour and social media accounts mostly focused on the way your eyes never left the VIP box where every single fan knew your family and loved ones that attended happened to be (with obvious love for the fact that you’d managed to prove to every critic that said you’d be singing to empty stadiums that they were wrong).

“Look at this,” Charles angled his phone lower and in front of your face where you’d been tucked against him with a book, showing you his twitter feed on which multiple fan accounts had tweeted about who you were singing to. You chuckled, scrolling through all the tweets and replies. They’d even got tags like ‘THEYRE DATING’ and ‘NEW BOYFRIEND?!!’ trending, along with a skyrocket in yours and Charles’ social media engagement in just over two hours since your concert.

You watched the grainy video somebody took of Charles while you were singing Don’t Blame Me, mouth hung open and eyes wide in awe while the person stated that, I hope Charles can fight because even I want to go home to this every night. You recalled him calling it a religious fucking experience the first time he’d heard you sing it live.

“Unfortunately, yes,” you answered another tweet that said that they’d you ‘to a white twink man’ as if the person behind the fan account was there to hear you, handing him his phone back and laughing at his bewildered face.

“Unfortunately?” he asked, shock seeping in every syllable. You shrugged. “I’ve dated musicians and actors my whole career, this is a different playing field.”

He looked at you as if you’d grown two heads.

“But I think I know how to drop the un in the unfortunate…” you began, watching Charles perk up in interest. “Get me the Lewis Hamilton’s number.”

Charles groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder. “I thought it was actually gonna be something useful. I hate you so much, chérie.”

You smiled, patting his head like one would do to sooth an inconsolable child. “Love you too, babe.” Ignoring the look on his face, you continued on, “so we leave tomorrow at six?”

Charles nodded, eyes still watching your every move. “Say it again.”

“We leave at six?” you asked, pointedly ignoring the fact that you’d said the one thing he’d said to after knowing he loves you for the past four months, but Charles was still smiling, so bright and cheesy and happy and in love that you couldn’t help it. “I love you.”

“I love you also, amour,” he settled back into the pillows of your hotel room, arms wrapped around you as he read the words of your battered copy of Rebecca over your shoulder, asking questions when he couldn’t understand something, having picked up the story half way through.

When the sun was coming up, Charles curled into your side and asleep while you finally reached the back cover of the book, golden daylight slowly starting to seep into the room, the shadows casting an ethereal glow on the man asleep beside you, holding onto you like you’d go if he moved away even in the slightest, you picked up your phone, opening the voice recording app.

“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you…”

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The sun had fully sunk in when you’d thrown yourself against the barricades, the track was flooded with bright lights as the race neared its end. The cars came in one by one, finishing their cool down laps as you warmly awaited the Ferrari that would be parked in front of the number 1 board. Charles jumped out of the cockpit soon after, arms thrusted in the air with a joy you could feel despite not seeing his face.

The team of mechanics and engineers and everyone from Ferrari screamed joyously when he approached them, throwing himself into them as they caught him, playful and affectionate slaps on his helmet as they all screamed for his victory, for their victory.

He unbuckled the helmet, pulling it off, along with the balaclava that had been covering his face, eyes scanning for his family before they found you. “What are you doing here?” he asked when he was close enough to see you, close enough to pretend there weren’t a million cameras pointed at the two of you.

“Congratulations Mr. World Champion!” was all you responded with, and then he had you in his embrace, unsure of who made the first move as he kissed you.

“You’re ready for the whole world to know, amour?” he asked in your ear and you made a noise of affirmation.

“Too late to change my mind and kiss Carlos now, isn’t it?” Charles laughed, nodding and going to find his teammate when you pushed him away.

“Too late.”

He was right, you thought as you watched him stand atop the podium, pride surging through your every vein as his national anthem played and you watched with blurred eyes as he mouthed along with an exaltation that you’d felt when you were standing up on stage, singing out to the thousands there. He was at home, in his reputed place that he so well deserved. It was too late to pretend like you didn’t love him and care for him, to late to act like you weren’t his and too late to back away from the idea of the public finally knowing. But it was your reputation, something that you now had control of, and knew how to let go of, and no matter what, you wanted to the world to know the reason behind this rebirth. And after all the tears you’d cried and the hours you’d fought to come back, it felt so good to finally know there was something of your own which nobody could take away.

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Parties & Stubbornness - Max Wolfe Imagine [Gossip Girl (2021)]

Title: Parties & Stubbornness

Pairing: Max Wolfe X Reader

Word Count: 2,278 words

Warning(s): shitty parents, forced break-up

Summary: (Y/n) and Max were happy. But when (Y/n)'s parents find out, they threaten to tear the pair of them apart. Luckily, Max is incredibly stubborn when he needs to be.

Author's Note: I do appreciate my commitment to ignoring the plotlines of any project that Thomas Doherty is in. At least I'm consistent.

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Max had developed this habit of sneaking up on me.

It started off as an accident. He would sometimes walk up behind me and join whatever conversation I was in, and I would jump because I didn't expect to hear his voice.

He seemed to enjoy making me jump out of my skin because it started happening more and more. I would be eating lunch and he'd suddenly grab my shoulders just to spook me. Or I'd be walking to class, and he'd suddenly grab me and spin me around in the hall. I'd be walking into the school, and he'd step out right in front of me.

This time around, I was sitting in the library, looking for a bit of peace and quiet while scribbling notes from a textbook.

My upper arms were suddenly grabbed and before I could yell in shock, one of the hands had been placed over my mouth.

"Just me, don't worry," Max leaned down to whisper in my ear.

I reached back and lightly smacked his shoulder.

I heard a chuckle as he let go of me and sat down.

"You are an ass," I muttered to him.

He scooted the chair closer to me. "Am I?"

I saw his eyes bouncing from my eyes to my lips as he smirked at me. "Yes. Majorly."

"Majorly?" he pretended to be offended. "Oh, how ever will I apologize for such an offense?"

"I don't know if you could," I shrugged as I turned back to my book. "May be unforgivable."

"Oh, well, I can try my best to make it up to you," he said.

He grabbed my chin, turning me back to him. I grinned a bit as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I heard him hum as I kissed him back.

He pulled away first. "Does that make up for it?"

"It may be a start," I replied, going back to my work.

"I have another way that may work," Max moved even closer so his chin could rest on my shoulder.

"What would that be?"

"Dinner. This Saturday. I will make it worth your while."

I caught the suggestive tone in his voice. I chuckled. "As tempting as that sounds, I can't."

"Why?"

"The company my dad works for is having some kind of fancy party. He has been very clear that I am indeed attending this one."

"Well, I could go to this party and make my amends there."

"You wanna go?"

"Yeah... why are you shocked?"

"I didn't think it would be your scene."

"A party?"

"Meeting my parents," I corrected. "That's a big deal."

He moved to look at me properly. "I know."

"Pretty big step."

"I know."

"Very serious."

"Do you not want me to meet your parents?"

"No, no, that's not it," I reached over and placed my hands on his. "I just... I don't know... maybe all of this... us... the seriousness of it is suddenly hitting me."

"I hope you're not experiencing regrets."

I leaned over and pressed my lips to his for a few moments. "Not a single one."

The grin that crossed his lips could have melted my heart. It always did.

"I'll talk to my parents and see if they can get you on the guest list."

"Okay."

"I'll call you when I know. I promise."

He nodded. "I can't wait."

I was so excited in that moment.

It stunned me how quickly things could go wrong.

I waited until that night to walk into the living room. My parents were sitting together, watching some movie that I had no interest in.

"Hey," I spoke up, causing them to turn around. "I wanted to ask you guys about something."

My mom paused their movie as my dad spoke up, "What is it?"

"Well, it's about your party this weekend," I explained. "There is someone that I want to invite."

"Oh, is it one of your friends from school," my mom asked. "I haven't seen any of them since before the pandemic. Which one?"

"You haven't met them yet," I nervously chuckled. "And it's not a friend. It's a boyfriend... a partner."

I hadn't told them about Max yet. I wanted to know that something was going to come out of this relationship before I did that. I didn't want them to worry too much about me.

"Oh," she mumbled. "What's his name?"

"Max... Wolfe," I grinned. "He's very sweet. I know that I should've mentioned him earlier, but I... I wanted to know that I wasn't wasting time... and I really don't think I am. I really like him and..."

I didn't see my dad's face shift until he stood up to look at me. My rambling slowed down as he watched me. My smile dropped a bit.

"What is it," I asked.

"Max Wolfe?"

I nodded, confirming the name.

"No," he replied. "I don't want him there."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Okay... I'll call him and let him know. Would... Would you rather meet him here? Not in front of a whole bunch of people?"

"You have your phone now?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Call him," my dad instructed. "Tell him that you can't be with him anymore."

"What?"

"Parents talk. I've heard all about this boy and what he does. I don't want you involved with him."

I scoffed. "You're joking, right?"

"Do as you're told."

"Then tell me to do something that makes sense!"

My dad stepped around the couch.

"You can't force me to do this," I continued. "It's... It's my choice. I'm happy. Why would you-"

"Remind me, who's financing your current and future education," he asked.

I felt tears fill my eyes. "You would threaten my future because I dated someone that you didn't see as good enough?"

"You will thank me for this later."

"I... Mom," I looked over at her.

She just sighed. "Do as your father says."

"What?!"

"You won't be leaving the room until you do."

"You're going to make me break up with my boyfriend in front of you?"

He crossed his arms over his chest.

I stared at him for a moment. Silently testing his resolve. He couldn't be serious. Surely, he was better than this.

He didn't stand down. He raised his eyebrow at me.

I wiped away the tears that managed to fall as I reached for my phone. I placed it on speaker as it rang.

"Hey, been waiting for you to call."

I almost flinched when Max answered. "Hey."

"Did you talk to your parents about the party?"

"Um, yeah, yeah," I nodded and closed my eyes. I could feel my dad glaring at me. "Um, they-"

I looked at them. My dad only raised his eyebrow a bit more. He didn't want me to connect this to them.

"I thought it wouldn't be a good idea."

"Okay..."

I bit my lip.

"Are you alright," he asked. "You... You sound like you're trying not to cry."

"I... I... I think we should stop seeing each other."

"What?"

"I just... I don't think we should see each other. I'm sorry."

"Is this your parents," Max questioned. I closed my eyes. "This... This doesn't sound like you, (Y/n). Is this what you want or-"

"I have to go. I'm sorry."

"No, (Y/n), wait! We need to talk about this!"

"Bye."

I hung up the phone quickly. I wiped my eyes again. I jumped when the phone started ringing.

"Give me your phone," my dad held out his hand. "That is the end of this."

I tossed my phone forward, watching it hit the rug. "I hope you're really fucking proud of yourself."

"Don't talk to your father like that!"

I ignored them both as I ran up to my room. I shoved the door shut and found myself curled up on the floor next to my bed. I covered my mouth as I finally felt sobs escape me.

The rest of the week was full of tense silence around the house. I didn't leave my room unless I needed to. I hid from all of it.

I went to school. I carefully avoided Max and his friends. He had introduced me to most of them, so I wasn't worried about them tracking me down. If he was at school, then I didn't see him.

Saturday was the worst.

I didn't get to skip the event. I was forced to go. I had to stand there and smile like my father hadn't casually threatened my education because I was dating a boy.

I was sick to my stomach most of the night.

I didn't want to spend time with my dad. I hated putting on the fake smile and being polite when all I wanted to do was to scream and run for the hills.

I was standing off to the side, watching the crowd. I don't know what I was looking for. Or if I was looking for anyone at all.

My heart dropped when I spotted a familiar face walking in.

Max stood there in his suit like it was the most casual thing he had ever done.

He smiled at me.

I took a deep breath and walked over to him, keeping an eye on my dad, who was busy mingling with some other businessmen.

"Max, what are you doing here," I asked in a hushed voice as I made it over to him. I was hoping to get him out before my parents caught him.

"I'm here to spend an evening with my partner," he explained. "Eat, dance, talk. Anything you'd like."

"You can't be here," I replied. "You know that."

"I don't accept it," he shook his head. "I... I am not giving this up. I'm not giving you up."

"Please, for the love of God, please go."

"Do you want me to go?"

"Max-"

"No, tell me. Tell me that you want me to go and I'll leave. But if you only want me to leave because of your parents, then I'm not going anywhere. Not without you."

I closed my eyes and tilted my head down.

"I love you too much to do that."

I looked back at him. He hadn't said that before. I had thought about it. Of course, I had. But it wasn't something we had gotten to say. There had been moments where I thought it was the next phrase on his tongue. But it always stopped there. On the tip of his tongue.

"You mean that," I asked.

"God, yes," he replied.

There was a moment of pause before I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward, pressing my lips to his. I felt a few tears fall down my cheek as I kissed him. It had been a matter of days, but I had spent all too long without this feeling.

I slowly pulled away and smiled at him. "I love you too."

A smile broke out on his face. "I'd hope so after that."

I hit his arm. He just chuckled.

"I'm sorry," I muttered to him. "For everything. I should've been braver. But he threatened my schooling and I... God, it doesn't matter, I shouldn't have-"

He shushed me. "You did what you had to. It's okay. I promise."

I just nodded.

His eyes latched onto someone behind me.

"What," I asked as I turned around. My dad was staring at us. He started walking over when we made eye contact. I turned back to Max. "We can just go. Right now."

"No," Max replied. He walked around me.

I turned around and followed him over. I was terrified. Not because of what Max would do or my dad's opinion. I was terrified of what my dad would try to do to Max and then blame Max for.

He held his hand out to my dad. "Nice to meet you, sir. I'm sorry that it took so long for us to meet."

I watched my dad's face closely.

I reached over and grabbed Max's free hand, moving to stand right next to him.

"Dad, this is my partner, Max," I explained. "I love him. You aren't going to change by telling me not to."

I felt Max's eyes move to me for a moment. There was a smile on his face.

My dad looked over at me. I held eye contact with him, trying to silently show that I was being serious. That I was going to stand by this choice.

There was a tense moment. My dad's eyes shifted between me and Max a few times. His heavy sigh didn't help with any of the tension and the nerves.

He studied my eyes again. I don't know exactly what he was looking for. Genuine feelings? Desperation? I had no idea.

His eyes turned back to Max one more time. Max's hand was still sitting out in front of him.

My dad took a deep breath before reaching out and shaking his hand. I tried to keep myself from letting out a shaky sigh as he did. After muttering something in Max's ear, my dad walked back over to my mom.

"What did he say," I asked.

"I think he offered a very colorful threat on my life."

I chuckled. "Could've been worse."

"Not like I'll have to worry about it," he shrugged. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Not planning on losing you anytime soon."

I bit my lip as he leaned back to smile at me.

"I love you," I muttered to him.

He pecked my lips. "I love you too."

Just as quickly as things could go wrong, things could go absolutely perfectly.

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charles_leclerc: stop stirring the pot mate 😂😂

fan15: pierre like this comment if charles is hiding something

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fan15: you should all know that he liked my comment

tiktok posted by scottyjames31...

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danielricciardo: you forgot to tag ynofficial technically she now has her own source of information...

fan15: DANIEL WHAT

scottyjames31: that's supposed to be a secret 🤫🤫

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f1tea: charles leclerc spotted this weekend with mystery girl! identity is unknown - feel free to comment any ideas

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fan17: PIERRE??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

fan18: keeping tabs on his bestie

pierregasly: keeping tabs on my bestie indeed

fan19: she kind of looks familiar like i think i ran into her on the grid a few races ago

fan20: am i the only one who thinks that could be scotty and danny's friend?

fan21: BABE 'SCOTTY AND DANNY'S FRIEND' IS MISS Y/N L/N GIVE HER SOME RESPECT

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ynofficial: everyone's a ferrari fan

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fan22: this choice of pictures is unusual like i can't explain it

fan23: babe all this information coming from different sources rn is giving me whiplash are you or are you not dating charles leclerc?????

scottyjames31: see that's just not true

ynofficial: even if they say they're not, they are ferrari fans

scottyjames31: please don't my loyalty is already being pulled in two ways

fan24: not y/n posting both charles and carlos to try and throw us off her scent

fan25: okay there's no way she's not dating charles - scotty's tiktok and then the pap photos??????

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ynofficial: why do people keep asking if i'm dating charles leclerc?

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scottyjames31: sheesh idk i'm scratching my chin trying to come up with something here

danielricciardo: BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

pierregasly: fun yacht trip?

charles_leclerc: who even is charles leclerc?

fan26: nah you're playing now that's cruel

fan27: THE BACK THE BOAT THE HAND KJBSCVE

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charles_leclerc: it's me guys. she broke my heart the day she spent with red bull 💔💔 but we're healing and moving on from that bump in the road. side note: my do i love this woman

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pierregasly: ynofficial give me back my boyfriend

ynofficial: but you already have him on weekends!!!!!!

landonorris: i'm sorry i must have missed something here

danielricciardo: keep up

redbullracing: we lost another trouper to the tifosi 😭

fan28: please they're so fucking hot idk who to look at

fan29: fr i'm torn

fan30: mother and father 🧎🧎

fan31: i'm worried, scotty's being quiet

scottyjames31: i hope you can fight, leclerk

charles_leclerc: i'm under strict instructions not to fall for your bait, lames

danielricciardo: everyone needs to know that the post y/n put on where me and scotty were sat on a porch wearing cowboy gear, y/n had just told us she'd been dating charles for 7 months, and that was 3 months ago

ynofficial: scotty's a little salty rn

scottyjames31: *protective

scottyjames31: actually you deserve each other, you're both unnecessarily dramatic

ynofficial: chloestroll

chloestroll: please scottyjames31 you need to look in the mirror

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ynofficial: BUT I LOVE THAT MAN LIKE NOBODY CAN

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scottyjames31: you don't understand my ears were bleeding from how many times you played don't delete the kisses by wolf alice before you met this gorgeous thang

fan31: what does she listen to now?

scottyjames31: taylor swift mostly

fan32: nobody understand me i'm breaking down rn

fan33: y/n in her fan era

fan34: these are quite possibly the most SCRUMDILLYICIOUS pictures of this man that i have EVER seen and i love it so much

pierregasly: charles has entered his wag era

charles_leclerc: and i'm never gonna leave 💪

charles_leclerc: it's a lifestyle, brian

danielricciardo: OH THEY GROW UP SO FAST

fan35: i've lost track of this group of people now

fan36: lance stroll🤝chloe stroll🤝scotty james🤝y/n l/n🤝charles leclerc🤝daniel ricciardo🤝scotty james

Christmas time - Charles x fem reader

Summary: You return home for Christmas and fin yourself spending it with and old lover and his family.

Warnings: None, just fluff and some angst.

AN: From the topic, you might know since when I've been working on this but I finally decided to finish it, I was going to wait till Christmas to publish it but what the heck. As you can see I have a thing for exes, writing here it's cheaper than therapy. As always feedback it's appreciated, accepting requests, and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list.

Christmas had always been a confusing time for you, you thought of it as too cheese but at the same time you could spend a whole weekend just watching and crying over Christmas

movies, so now that you were coming back home for the holidays after being away for so long, it felt as if you were in one of them.

You had been living in the US for 5 years, and like in all those stupid chick flicks, you had moved to the other side of the world because you wanted to escape your life after a painful breakup and the US was far enough from everyone you knew, and a certain sport your ex was part of. You were supposed to be studying there for 2 years but then the pandemic hit and you got stuck, you found a job that started as a part time but eventually became full time.

"Mom, are you serious? isn't Christmas a holiday you're supposed to spend with family?" you said as you struggle to wrap a present.

"What are you talking about? The Leclerc's are family! Don't you remember how many vacations we've spend together? the summers at the lake and winters up in the cabin? You, Lorenzo and Charles in your onesies playing in the snow as baby Arthur followed all of you around?"

Now you were kind of getting why you felt how you felt about christmas, your mom was in love with the holiday and it was cute but exhausting at the same time.

"Have you talk to them? I heard they went to the US a couple of times this year" In her defense, she had no idea you and Charles had been dating for a few months, actually as far as you knew only your best friend and Lorenzo knew about it after they found you making out in his kitchen one night after a party.

"No, we lost track of each other after I moved" you lied and returned to your wrapping task, actually Charles did try reaching out to you when he found out you moved and again when he went to race there, but you had all rights to ignore his calls and messages, the day you broke up he had been an ass.

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The fight started when you confronted him about some pictures of him at a nightclub in Austria, you had no problem with him having fun after a stressful weekend, the girl grinding her ass against his body, his hand on her waist and the fact that it wasn't the first time this had happened, was the problem.

"It was a fan, I didn't want to be rude", Clearly this superstar status had gone to his head. "They don't know I have a girlfriend! You want me to be rude?"

"And who decided we shouldn't tell anyone?"

"You know why I don't want them to..."

"Yeah, yeah protecting our privacy, I would buy that story if you weren't going around the fucking world letting girls grind against you every five fucking minutes!"

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, I won't change my mind about it" The defiant look on his face told you everything you needed to know and now it was your turn to make a decision.

"Don't worry, you don't have to lie to your fans anymore" You stormed out of his room, that was the last time you spoke to each other.

You cried for weeks, you actually loved him but seeing pictures of him with a different girl at parties and nightclubs after every race weekend was just too painful. It only took you a couple of weeks to realize that staying in Monaco was a bad idea, his face and name were all over the place. One day, like a miracle fallen from the sky, one of your teachers told you about a scholarship to study in the US, you didn't think it twice and applied, and two months later you were boarding a plane to New York.

A couple of days after you arrived to the US, Charles tried every posible way of getting in touch with you, but you sticked to your decision and ignored all his messages.

You couldn't actually say you had fallen out of love, the good moments had been amazing and those you would cherish forever. _______

"I don't have anything to wear tho" it was a lame excuse but you really wanted to escape the awkward christmas weekend your mom had planned.

"Oh, don't worry about it, I bought you a cute dress, it's in your closet!"

You finished loading the van with the tons of things your mom wanted to take for the weekend-long stay at the Lecrerc's cabin and finally went upstairs to deal with the stress of seeing your ex, you threw yourself on your childhood bed and closed your eyes.

"Hi sweety, can I come in?" Your dad knocked on your door.

"Dad! Of course" You rushed to hug him

"I missed you so much" he said as he kissed your head.

"Miss you too"

"You need to come more often" he brushed your hair like he used to when you were little.

"I know, I wish I could"

"Honey, don't forget to try on the dress" Your mom yelled from downstairs and you sight in exhaustion, you loved your mom but spending the holidays with your ex and his family wasn't on your list for a great christmas.

"I know, but Pascale has been really nice to your mom now that you've been away, you know how much she misses you"

"I was expecting to be just with you guys"

"C'mon sweety, this will be fun. Aren't you excited to see a certain Leclerc?" a mischievous smile on your dad's face made your heart fall to your feet.

"What are you talking about?" you almost choked on your own saliva.

"Darling, we all knew about your crush on Lorenzo, it was endearing" you unclenched your jaw when you heard Lorenzo's name. Your dad wasn't wrong tho when you were like 5 or 6 you had a crush on your friend's big brother; it was natural, you used to spend a lot of time at their house, and he was older and very attractive.

"That was a long time a go, dad" You smiled at the memory.

"I know, but it will be nice to spend some time all together, specially after they lost Hervé and our only daughter decided to move so far away" He looked at you with such loving eyes, you could just say yes with your head "Your mom's been quiet for too long, let me go see what that lady is up to" he hugged you again and left your room.

You walked to your closet and took the dress cover bag.

"Are you serious?" you couldn't help to say out loud as you took the red body con dress from the hanger. It was a beautiful, but it being ferrari red felt like life was mocking you. You took a couple of calming breaths as you tried to accept that you were fucked, the only "party" attire in your suitcase wasn't exactly family gathering material and it was too late to go shopping, that dress was your only option.

The next morning before the sun was up you were already in the back of your mom's van on your way to the country side, it was a two hour drive to the Leclerc's cabin, you tried to catch some sleep and fight the jet lag, but anxiety wouldn't let you and before you knew it you were parking next to a red alfa romeo.

"Oh my God!! Y/n!!! darling, what a wonderful surprise" a surprised Pascale rushed to hug you as soon as you got off the van.

"Hi, it's nice to see you too" You hugged her back, you did really like Pascale, she had always been like a second mother.

As she turned to greet your dad, you turned to your mother.

"They didn't knew I was coming?" You asked in a low voice.

"No, I wanted for it to be a cute surprise" Your mom said with a big smile and then turned to hug her best friend.

"Come on in, the boys are going to be so happy to see you" She took you by the shoulders and dragged you inside the house as you pulled your suitcase.

"I wouldn't bet on it" you thought to yourself.

"Boys! come help with the bags!" She yelled as she entered the house "Wait 'till they see you!, want something to drink?" She pulled you inside the kitchen.

"Mom, where are we putting tomorrow's dinner thi..." Charles cut himself off and stopped in the middle of the kitchen entrance when he saw you.

"Mate, move! you're in the way" Arthur pushed Charles to the side walking in with a couple of bags "Y/N!" the youngest Leclerc let the bags fall over the kitchen table and rushed to hug you.

"Hi, Art" You said almost out of breath from the tight hug. "Oh my, you look so grown up!"

"Don't be fooled, it's just the outside" Said Lorenzo as he entered the kitchen with more bags, setting them on the table and pushing Arthur away to hug you "It's so nice to see you"

"Same" You hugged him back.

"This is a Christmas miracle" Lorenzo said as he turned to look at Charles with a cheeky grin on his face, he knew exactly what was happening and he found it incredibly amusing "I'm so glad I didn't skip christmas this year" He whispered as he walked past Charles.

"Shut up" Charles whispered back.

"Hi, Y/n" Charles left the bags on the floor, walked towards you and got his arms around your body as you shily hugged him back, his scent and body heat felt so familiar like it had been just a couple of days since the last time you two had been cuddling in his bed. "It's nice to see you," he said against your ear, his soft warm breath brushing your neck giving you goosebumps.

"It's nice to see you too"

You could feel Lorenzo's sight on you as he was bitting his cheek trying not to burst out laughing at the awkwardness between you two, thank God it was only him who noticed.

All of you finished unloading the van and tried to organize the sleeping situation.

"I can totally sleep on the couch, Pascale, don't worry about it" You said as soon as she offered to give you Charles' room.

"Oh no darling, you're not sleeping on the couch, Charles can sleep with Lorenzo or with Arthur, don't worry about it"

"But..."

"Don't even try, you won't convince her, let me" Said Charles taking your bag from your hand and walked up the stairs.

You followed him to his room. As soon as you walked in a thousand memories rushed trough your mind, during your relationship you had gone up to that cabin a few times, it was the only place you two could be alone.

"Thanks" You said in a low voice when he left your bag on his bed.

"You're welcome" He turned to look at you, you held his gaze a couple of seconds before his beautiful green eyes got your heart rushing a thousand miles and you had to look somewhere else trying to catch your breath, you walked to his closet to hang the dress bag.

"I called you, several times"

"I know" You said as you awkwardly played with the plastic material.

"I wanted to..."

"Mate, mom is calling you" Arthur walked in startling both of you.

"I'll be right there"

"Now" Said Arthur and walked down the stairs.

"We should go" you nervously said and followed Art downstairs.

Your mom, Pascale, Enzo and yourself prepared lunch as your dad talked to Arthur and Charles about the last racing season.

The whole group sat to have lunch, Pascale asked you about your life in New York, your apartment, your job, your friends.

"...and is there a special someone?" your mom's friend asked with a mischievous grin on her face, you noticed how Charles tensed at the question and Lorenzo noticed too.

"Yeah, are you breaking many hearts?" Lorenzo added, softly kicking his brother under the table, Charles flipped him off discretely as he "scratched" his cheek.

"Not as many as you Enzo, are you still dating Adrianne?" You diverted the attention successfully.

After lunch everyone moved to sit outside around the deck fireplace, night came and it started snowing which meant it was time to go to sleep, there was a lot to do the next morning.

You laid in Charles's bed, his scent was as intoxicating as it was soothing, you couldn't lie, you missed that smell, once you even ended up dating a guy just because he used the same cologne.

After an hour of trying to fall asleep and failing miserably at it, you gave up and decided to go prepare yourself a hot cup of tea. You got your robe on and walked down to the kitchen.

You prepared your tea and went to sit outside by the fireplace, the snow had stopped, it was cold but a couple of logs were still burning to give just enough heat to make it enjoyable.

"You're going to catch a cold" Charles' voice scared you, making you spill some hot tea over your hand.

"Ahhh, ouch"

"Shit!" Charles rushed to your side taking some snow from one of the chairs, he kneeled in front of you and placed the snow over your hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you" he turned to look at you.

"It's ok" He kept his hand on yours, and you stood still for a while as the snow melted between your hands.

"I'm sorry" he said again.

"It's ok, it wasn't that hot anymore"

"I'm not talking about the tea" his voice in that low pitch that let you know this was a serious matter.

"Charles, you don't need to... I don't...I'm.." You had no idea what to say, you had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in your head and had worked amazing responses to every possible apology or complaint, but having him right there, kneeling in front of you with his hand caressing yours was just too much for your brain to process, you couldn't even look at him.

"Listen, I was an asshole, I let stupid ideas get to my head, I did a lot of stupid things, and I've regretted them every single day since the moment you walked out my door."

"Y/n" he took your chin and made you look up at him "I'm sorry, I've missed you so fucking much" your chest moved faster, no coherent thought in your mind.

"It's getting cold, we should go inside" you removed your hand from his and walked directly to his room without looking back. You were overwhelmed, you still had feelings for him, but it had been too long, you had a life in New York. It broke your heart to think that maybe you had wasted your only chance to be with him.

It was around 3 or 4 am when you finally cried yourself to sleep.

A soft knock on the door woke you up.

"Come in" you sat on the bed and tried to fix your hair.

"Good morning" Lorenzo walked in the room, a tray in his hands with a cup of coffee and a couple pancakes.

"Hi, thanks" You took the tray from his hands and took a small sip of coffee, it was so good.

"You're welcome, I figured that after staying up late you could use some breakfast in bed" You looked at him confused.

"My window it's right above the deck"

"Oh, sorry about that"

"Don't worry about it. But, he really is sorry, you have no idea how many times he begged for me to call you, he knew you would answer my calls, but to be honest I didn't think he deserved you then"

"And now?"

"I've been to New York, it ain't that cool, and I would love to see you around Monaco and the tracks more often" He winked at you and walked out of the room.

You had your breakfast in bed as you tried to figure out what the fuck were you supposed to do with what you felt and what Lorenzo had told you. It was almost noon, you had a shower and finally walked downstairs to help with the Christmas preparations for that evening.

The smell coming from the kitchen was amazing, your mom and Pascale were the greatest cooks you've ever met, actually, their food was one of the things you missed the most after you moved.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I ordered some bread from the town and I think we might need a couple more wine bottles" Pascale said as she looked at a message on her phone.

"I can go pick it up" You offered, you were used to being questioned by your mom every time you called home, but now there were two of them bombarding you with a ton of questions, making you feel a bit overwhelmed, so a lonely trip to the village seemed like a great way to take a breather.

"Darling, I don't know, you haven't driven on this side of the road for a while, and the road might be snowed" If only your mother knew how many times you had taken Charles's car out for a spin and done pretty reckless stunts.

"I can drive you" Charles offered walking in the kitchen.

"Yes, let Charles drive you" Great, it had gone from bad to worse.

"But...ok" You knew trying to convince your mom to let you go on your own was a lost cause and saying no to the offer would seem weird and offensive, you took your jacket and walked outside.

You both were so nervous, the only sound in the car was the music coming from the speakers, you couldn't help to look at him out of the corner of your eye, he was tense as he kept a tight grip on the steering wheel and you found it incredibly attractive, one of the things you enjoyed the most when dating Charles was looking at him as he was driving, the way his hands worked the steering wheel and his sight focused on the road was something that turned you on.

You finally got to the village and walked inside a small store, you split the list of things and walked your own way to get them all.

"Y/n?" someone called your name behind you.

"Oh my, Ed, hi!" You hugged the guy standing behind you, he had been one of your uni classmates.

"It's so nice to see you, how's everything, how's New York?"

"It's good, how are you?"

"Same old, same old, how long are you going to be here? We should go get a coffee or something"

"Y/n" Charles spoke before you could answer "Two chardonnays should be good? we have 3 merlots at home" He said showing the two wine bottles he was holding in his left hand, as his right arm grabbed you nonchalantly by the waist.

"Oh, sorry mate, hi, Charles" Charles left the wine bottles in the shopping cart and extended his hand to shake Ed's but kept his arm around you.

"Hi, no worries, you are... Charles Leclerc"

"Yeah"

"Wow, uhm, big fan"

"Thanks" Charles smiled at your friend, from the outside this all seemed innocent and nice, but you knew he was marking his territory. "We need to hurry, we still need to stop by the bakery" He said looking at you in a way that made your heart skip a beat, it had been so long since he had looked at you in that way.

"I should go too, I still got some presents to buy, it was nice to see you y/n, and nice to meet you Charles, good luck on the next season"

"Thanks, mate, appreciated" Charles shook his hand, and as you took a step forward to kiss your friend goodbye, his arm never left your body. When Ed was out of sight you turned to look at Charles inquisitively as he took the spices from your hand and placed them in the tiny shopping cart.

"Let's go" He pushed the cart as if nothing had happened and walked to the register.

"Stop looking at me like that" he finally said as you were on the drive back to the cabin.

"That was low"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he faked innocence.

"Make him think we're together, that was low"

"You went with it, didn't you?" You instantly blushed at his comment.

"I did it just so you wouldn't look like a fool"

A soft breathy laugh left his mouth as he turned to stop in a hiking trail parking lot.

"What are you doing?" you asked confused as he turned off the car.

"Come" he got off the car, confused you did as he said, he leaned against the hood of the car and you walked towards him.

"Charles?" You asked as you stood a safe distance from him, your arms crossed over your chest.

"We need to talk"

"Charles, please, I..." You rubbed your eyes in slight despair, you were pretty much in the middle of nowhere there was no escaping from him this time.

"Please, just listen to me, if when I'm done you don't want to talk about it anymore, we'll get in the car and we never talk about this ever again, but right now, just listen to me, ok?" his beautiful green eyes made you weak and you couldn't say no.

"Ok"

"Y/n, I really am sorry, I swear nothing happened with any of those girls, I never cheated on you..."

"Charles..."

"Shut... up!" His voice was a soft growl as he took you by your arms and pulled you a little closer to him, you stared into his eyes, frozen "Please, listen to me, I know I've said I'm sorry like a million times in the last 24 hours, but I really feel like I owe you so many apologies. I was an asshole, I could try to explain myself but at the end of the day I was young and stupid, and I let this "famous driver" shit get to my head, I lost myself, and on the way, I ended up losing the most amazing and wonderful woman ever. I pushed you away and you had all right to kick me out of your life, but please, if there's just one small part of you that would like to try this again, please, I'm begging you, just give me one more chance, please"

You felt your heart rush, you had thought about this moment a million times, and 90% of them the answer was negative, not because you didn't love him, but because you could see how happy he was without you, winning races, taking pictures with fans, partying with the rest of the drivers, having the freedom he seemed to miss when he was with you.

"Y/N?"

"How do I know this isn't going to end up badly? You've been single for the last 5 years, are you sure you want to give up all you have?"

"I'm not the same idiot you left 5 years ago, I swear, I don't need anyone but you, I don't WANT anyone but you" He pulled you closer, his arms around your waist in a tight hug as you keep your arms crossed over your chest trying to put as much distance between you two. "I know I'm asking for a lot, you have a life somewhere else and I swear I wouldn't be asking for another chance if I didn't actually mean it, I swear on everything that's sacred for me, that I'm going to do my best to make this work and make you the happiest girl in the world, but please give me another chance"

"Are you sure this isn't just the holiday blues? what if I hadn't come this Christmas, would you feel the same?" Your rational side fighting hard against the side that just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

"Do you really think I just came up with this?" A soft smile escaped his lips as he unhooked one of his arms from around your waist and took his cell phone from his jacket, he clicked around for a bit, then turned the screen towards you as he slowly scrolled through the screen, there were dozens of undelivered messages, you could only catch a few words but most of them were of how much he missed you and begging for you to forgive him and come back. "The last one is from last week, I've missed you every day for five years"

You turned to look at him, this movement from your head making the tears that flooded your eyes fall down your cheeks. He got his phone inside his jacket and cleaned your tears with his fingers.

"I love you, y/n, and you can say no, I don't want to force you to do anything, you don't even have to give me an answer right now, but just think about it, ok?"

You couldn't talk and you just nodded your head.

"Good, now let's go, it's getting dark" He leaned in and kissed your lips so softly that if your eyes had been closed you would have doubted it ever happen. He led you to the passenger seat, opened the door for you, and then went to get inside the car.

You drove in silence again, you knew your answer but were you making the right decision?

As he pulled next to your parent's van you fixed yourself as much as you could.

"Darling, what took you so long?" Pascale walked towards you to help with the bags.

"Sorry, I found an old friend and caught up talking" You excused yourself before Charle could say anything.

As the boys helped with setting the table and bringing in more wood for the fireplace, you couldn't help to notice how good was the relationship between your dad and the Leclerc boys, he had turned into their father figure and it filled your heart, you knew this kind of relationship between your dad and any other guy in your life was going to be impossible. Tears started forming in your eyes again.

"All done" you said setting the last couple of cookies on the cooling rack "I'm going to get dressed" You quickly removed the apron and rushed upstairs before anyone could notice your watery eyes.

As you walked inside the bedroom you saw a small red box on the bed, you took it and opened it slowly to find a beautiful gold tuberose necklace and a handwritten note inside.

"I've had this for years and I finally got the chance to give it to you, I remember that night you called our love a "Tuberose love" because it seemed it only bloomed hidden in the dark, but this is a gold tuberose, it can bloom day or night, as long as it's around your neck.

I love you, always,

Charles"

You cried and held the beautiful necklace in your hand.

You showered and got ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror, the red dress looked better than you ever imagined, maybe that Ferrari red wasn't a bad idea after all, maybe that color could grow on you again. You got the necklace around your neck, the gold piece shining perfectly over the fabric.

"Come on kids, it's time" Your dad yelled from downstairs, you took a last deep breath and walked down to meet everyone.

Charles' eyes lit up as soon as he saw you enter the dining room, his sight focused on the gold detail hanging from your neck and he couldn't help to smile, he pulled the chair by his side and gestured you to take a seat next to him.

You sat by his side as everyone else took their places, he looked around and you took his hand under the table, he turned to look at you and you noticed his eyes were red as if he was about to cry.

"All good?" you whispered worried

"Never been better" he smiled and gave your hand a little squeeze.

You had dinner, the best Christmas dinner to date.

It was close to 3 am when the parents decided it had been enough for them and left for bed, Lorenzo and Arthur went to get some more wood and Charles took the chance to sit next to you on the living room floor, putting a blanket over your bodies as he placed his arm around your shoulders.

"Thanks" you said taking the necklace and looking at it.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you liked it" He kissed your hair.

"I love it... not as much as I love you, tho" You finally said, his face turned fast to look at you as you turned to look at him.

"So... you...uhm" He stutter

"Did I just make Charles Leclerc stutter?" you smiled teasingly.

"Shut up" he said as he took your face and pulled you in for a kiss, that kiss you had waited for so long.

"What the hell?" Arthur yelled as he dropped the logs on the living room floor.

"Well, this time it can't be a secret, this one can't keep his mouth shut" Said Lorenzo leaving the logs next to the fireplace.

"This time? why am I always the last one to find this shit out!?, You have a lot of explaining to do" Said Arthur inquisitively as he sat across from you.

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