Hi I have a question are you French because of the French flags on you profile if ou are I am too and I luv your writing and a have another question what is your age you’re not forced to say it
Coucouuu, ouii je suis française!! Mercii pour le support ça me fait super plaisir ❤️🔥 par contre j'ai pas trop envie de révéler mon âge en public mais si tu veux tu peux passer en pv :)
hii! just want to say i <3 your writing its sooo good!! can you do one where like neymar is playing games but his gf is bored so she starts teasing him while he’s playing ( tying her hair up, kneeling down, getting close to his area, whispering in his ear ) so he loses the game and then he makes her regret it
hii thanks for the support love I appreciate it 💕 I didn't forget about you, I should post your request really soon 🙈
english is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.
TW : traumas, clowns
Clowns.
They were your biggest fear and your worst nightmare.
You hated them, even when it was just a silly cartoon, you still couldn't watch them without feeling fear rushing down your blood.
All of your friends knew about the trauma you had when you were still a little girl.
All alone, you lost your parents in the amusement park and everyone knows that a kid + amusement park + without parents + dark outside = bad ending.
As you were trying to find them, you bumped into a tall man that had a silly colorful costume, a red nose and a red wig.
When you tried to ask for help, he lifted you in his arms and took you in a dark corner where no one could possibly come to help.
You tried to get away but it was too late, his grip was way too strong for a 7 years old girl.
The rest of the story was too painful for you and you still cried every time you had to tell someone what happened.
All you could say was that your parents never took you to the amusement park again, firstly because you were too traumatized to go back again and secondly because they didn't wanted to feel again the pain they felt when they saw their daughter crying for days, even weeks after that.
•
"I don't know.. Maybe it's too much Lia" Pedri said as he drank his water on the side of the pitch
"Come on don't worry, she always pulls pranks on us too"
"Yeah but not in a bad way"
"She shaved your eyebrows when you were sleeping, what do you mean not in a bad way?"
The oldest sighed, annoyed by his friend who kept on insisting.
"Okay fine but I won't be responsible for what happens and I won't stay" he said before finally going back to training
Lia internally screamed victory and went back to her seat where she watched the training.
•
On your side, you were trying to not fall asleep on the desk of your uni amphitheater as your maths teacher's voice felt like a lullaby to you.
You missed your home, your bed and mostly your boyfriend who went to training at 6:00am.
It was now 7:00pm and the bell just rang, making you quickly put your things in your bag before rushing to the exit, excited to get some love.
You drove as fast as you could and sighed in relief when you finally saw your house.
You got out of your car after quickly parking in the driveway.
You unlocked the door and dropped your bag on the floor after closing it back.
"I'm home!" you yelled but the only answer you got was silence.
"Pablo?" you said as you checked in the empty kitchen
"Where are you cariño I had a long day and I really want to-" you interrupted yourself by shouting as if you saw a dead body in front of you but instead it was a clown toy [click to see the idea]
It was there, on the kitchen counter and it terrorized you at a point where you couldn't move.
Your breath got heavier and you found yourself sweating as if you ran a marathon.
After a while where you stared at it, you quickly shook your head and ran to your bedroom to find some comfort but oh what a bad idea my dear.
You entered the empty dark room and when you tried to turn on the light, it didn't do anything.
You panicked even more, thinking that everything was against you today.
You grabbed your phone from your pocket and put on the flash in front of you.
The light showed a tall figure with a red curly hair wig, red nose and literally everything that makes a clown a clown.
You screamed from the top of your lungs, your heart was racing in your chest and tears quickly soaked your cheeks.
You pushed the figure who fell on the floor which made you assume that it was a doll and ran to the bathroom.
You locked yourself and slid your body against the door as you tried to get a normal breathing again but you couldn't, the trauma still hit you hard, even years after.
"Please make it stop" you repeated those words, hoping that it was just a nightmare you had
As you were looking at the floor, you saw a gloved hand with a tissue appear on your field of vision.
You slowly lifted your head and your eyes met the dark pupils of the fucking clown.
You didn't even scream, you felt your body getting heavier and suddenly everything went black.
•
"You're so dumb oh my God!" you heard yelling but it was like you were underwater
"How would I know she was that scared?"
"Well maybe because she's your fucking best friend I don't know?"
There was 3 voices, a feminine and two masculine ones.
After a while in the darkness, you finally managed to open your eyes and saw your three friends along with your boyfriend around you.
"She's awake! Y/n how are you feeling sweetie?" Aurora asked you as she helped you sit on the bed
"I'm tired, my chest hurts, I'm hungry and it's like I had the worst nightmare I could possibly have in my whole entire life" you said as you watched the 3 others stop arguing to approach you
"Hungry, you're hungry. I'll get you some food or maybe you want me to cook? I can do whatever you want or-"
"Oh my God calm down you're giving me a headache" Lia said cutting Pablo
"Shut up no one asked you to talk after what you did" he gave her a death stare and you would swear that if looks could kill, she'd be dead now
"What did you do?" you harshly asked, every word hurting as your throat was dry
"I don't think we should talk about it now" she shook her head but the two boys weren't sharing the same opinions
"Oh no we should totally talk about how a bitch you were for making your best friend live her trauma once again" Pedri said clearly annoyed
"I'm the bitch? Why didn't you say no then?"
"Maybe because you're so annoying and in the end I didn't even help you"
As things started to get heated, Pablo(who was surprisingly silent)'s sister decided to calm down the situation.
"Amigos, even if I share the same opinion with Pedri, we shouldn't start arguing in front of Y/n like she isn't there" she said calmly as she stroked your hair gently
"Lia I think you should leave, now" Pablo said not looking at her once
"But why? She's my-"
"No she's not and that's my house so if I tell you to leave, you do without even complaining, now please leave" he cut her
She sighed before leaving the room and probably the house too, now you were even more confused.
"What happened?" you asked still trying to know why they would kick her from your house
"I don't want to hurt you but-"
"She's the one who made all the clown prank on you" Pedri cut Aurora who sighed
"Oh" was all you managed to say
"Pedri I think we should leave" the oldest said as she stood up
"Fine, you can call me anytime if you need something Y/n" he finally turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Pablo alone
You didn't know what to say, you were still shocked by what happened earlier and your heart was still racing a little.
Without saying anything, he laid down next to you before putting his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him as his free hand found its way to the back of your head. Your face was now on the crook of his neck, his cologne impregnating your nose.
Without even noticing, tears started to fall which he felt since he hugged you even tighter.
"I'm so sorry" he whispered against your hair
"Don't, you didn't do anything" you said between hiccups
"I wasn't there to help you and now you have another trauma"
"It'll pass don't worry" you softly left some kisses on his neck, your tears drying as he made the situation way better
"I love you but not just love you like you're my soulmate"
"You're so sweet, I love you too" you smiled and left his neck to kiss his lips passionately as he kissed you back
"Aww cariño" you heard from the other side of the door
"Aurora!" his brother yelled after he detached from the embrace to look at the door
"Lo siento!" she said back before finally really leaving as her footsteps faded
"Back to what we were doing" he turned back his head to look at you with a small smile on his face which you returned
"Come here" he pulled you even closer to his body as if you would escape anytime and slowly, your eyelids got heavier and you fell asleep cradled by his warm arms.
english is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.
"The beach!!" you yelled while running to the water, dropping all your stuff in the process
"Y/n calm down!" Robert said behind you while putting his beach towel and stuff next to his wife Anna who just watched you with an amused face
"Last one to get in the water has to get us all ice cream!" Pablo yelled at Pedri, Ousmane and Frenkie who started running, being way too lazy to go get ice cream for the team and their wags
"Fuck!" Frenkie exclamed when he saw that he was the last
"Vanilla for me and Y/n" thank you" the youngest one said mocking his friend
"How cute, loverboy wants to make sure su novia gets her ice cream!" Raphinha laughed at him while the they all awwed (I have speaking U.K/U.S very good) causing him to blush when you didn't hear anything, too busy enjoying the water
"Y/n hop on my shoulders we need to make them fall!" Jules patted his shoulders while bending over so you can get there
"We will destroy you" you said to Ferran and Pedri who were patiently waiting for you to get ready
"Go Y/n ! Revenge!" Sira, Ferran's girlfriend encouraged next to you, splashing some salty water to her boyfriend
"Traitor!" he said dramatically shocked
"Shut up drama queen" Jules laughed before approaching the two boys
The fight started, Pedri tried to sink you but it didn't happen and you tried to sink him but it didn't happen either
"Go Y/n we believe in you!" Pablo clapped his hands making you smile
"Who's we? Pedri sink that girl faster!" Ousmane said while splashing us with water
"Ousmane ta gueule arrête de tricher!" you yelled while holding Pedri to prevent you from falling
"De fou concentre toi sur le daron qui va te fracasser le crâne avec un ballon" Jules said making the other french boy turn around only to be met by Robert who threw a beach ball at him
After a while, you finally managed to give Pedri the push that made him fall
"YES!" you lifted your arms up, celebrating your victory with your teammate
"Y/n come here you need to put on sunscreen!" Mikky, Frenkie's girlfriend, shouted from the sand
You went to Mikky's towel and didn't expect all the girls staring at you with smirks on their face
"What?" you asked confused
"Y/n have you considered dating a spanish boy?" Taia, Raphinha's girlfriend, asked you from her seat
"Not particularly why?" they all chuckled at your dumbness
"Well what if a handsome spanish guy who plays with barca as number 6 and 30 asked you out, would you accept?" Mikky asked without stuttering once while she applied sunscreen on your back
"Oh don't even start, we're just best friends" you explained, your face becoming more and more red
"Yeah sure and I'm a Madrid fan" Anna said
"Come on Y/n we all know you like him and he probably likes you too"
"I don't know, I don't want to ruin our friendship" you looked at the boys who were playing volleyball in the water and slightly smiled when your eyes found the middlefielder who, as always, was raging over random things
"Yeah but if you don't try to make a move, you'll have to watch him go with other girls" Mikky said softly while tying your hair in a pretty bun
"Okay I'll see" you got up and went back to your friends
"I give them 2 days" Anna said
"I give them one" Taia said back
"I give them tonight" Mikky finally exclaimed, watching the two friends tease each other
•
"What a nice day" Robert said next to his wife who was still eating her food
"These vacations are all I ever wanted" Raphinha had his arm around Taia's shoulders since they finished eating
"Yeah I'm glad we still have 2 weeks there" you finally spoke next to Pablo who was surprisingly all smiley
"Anna and I thought it would be a great idea to go to the beach club tonight, apparently they sell the best cocktails ever" Mikky asked as they all agreed to relax a bit
"Well, we'll go, see you later amigos" Raphinha and Taia were the first ones to leave quickly followed by the three other couples
"Well, here comes the single club" Jules joked
"Actually I gotta call my mom, see you later" Ousmane left, leaving Pedri, Jules, Pablo and you alone
"Amigo remember I had to show you something you know?" Jules looked at Pedri with a strong gaze while the spanish was still confused
"What do you mean you never-" he was cut off by the defender who grabbed his arm and dragged him away
"Well it's only me and you now" Pablo said next to you
"Yeah sooo" you didn't really know what to say and it was kinda embarrassing
"Let's go, the air is suffocating in there" he said while getting up and leaving with you following him on the beach
"Oh I forgot I got you something" he took a small box out from his pocket
"What no you didn't have to" you tried to refuse it but he insisted and you finally gave up and opened the small box that revealed a silver bracelet with PG hanging
"Oh my God I absolutely love it thank you" you hugged him tightly, your smile growing even more when he returned the embrace, he quickly detached from you and helped you putting the chain that was perfect on your wrist
"Look" he showed you his forearm where the same bracelet was hanging but with your initials instead
"Awww I love it you're so sweet" you smiled at each other for a little and when your face started getting closer and closer, you heard someone sneeze behind the rocks and it quickly followed by a sound as if someone slapped the person to shut them down
"oh my God Mikky we got caught" you could hear the whispers and you clearly recognized Anna's voice
You looked at Pablo who was giving you a confused stare and finally sighed
"Come on guys we know you're there" you said annoyed that they ruined your moment
When you thought there would only be Anna and Mikky, you were actually really surprised to see not only their boyfriends coming out but also the whole friendgroup and a special guest
"Ronald? What are you doing here?" you asked confused by his presence
"Hola" was all he managed to say, still deceived that they all missed the moment
"Seriously? Why can't I have some privacy for once?" you turned around and left the beach, sad that you missed the opportunity because your friends couldn't stop themselves
You knew they just tried to help you but you still didn't like it.
•
After posting a story on Instagram, you finally left your room to get to the famous club that Mikky talked about
You weren't angry anymore, you understood why they did that.
You quickly arrived at the stand that was in the middle of the beach, not far away from the water which was good.
You spotted your friends and went to their table where you sat between Pedri and Taia
"Hola Y/n" the spanish greeted you followed by the others who were staring at you in silence which was making you feel uncomfortable
"I'm not angry at you guys you can breathe" they sighed in relief before going back to the joyful mood
You talked with Pedri about random stuff while sipping your mojito who had way too much alcohol for a 18 year old.
You could feel a stare burning your side profile but ignored it, knowing damn well who it was.
Time passed and it was night, you didn't really know how many drinks you had, all you knew was that you were drunk as fuck.
"Pablitooo" you said before collapsing into his warm body
"You're drunk as fuck" he grabbed you by your shoulders to prevent you from falling before taking you away in a calm place near the water where you sat down
After some minutes of staring at the calm sea, you slowly sobered, getting back the control of yourself.
"Lo siento" you said not detaching your eyes from the sea
"Porque?" he was staring at you and you could feel it
"I left without explanation, leaving you alone with them and now I come back and act like nothing happened"
"Está bien, I understand" you moved closer to him and your head fell on his shoulder as he put his arm around your waist, stroking it gently
"You know I don't regret anything at all but.." he started, you lifted your head to look at him while he kept staring at the sea
"The only thing I regret is not being able to finish what we started earlier" he finally turned his head to look deep into your eyes
You didn't hesitate and closed your eyes before pressing your lips against his
He immediately kissed you back, putting his hand on your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb
And when you were about to pull out, you heard a sound, as if someone took a picture and the white light confirmed that indeed, it was a picture taken
You both immediately separated and turned to be met by the big smile of a certain spanish player who has the number 8 on his back
"Delete this" Pablo started but his friend didn't listen and ran back to where our friends were
As he was about to chase him, you grabbed his arm and shook your head no with a smile
"Let it be, it's fine" he sat back down you decided to ignore the shoutings behind you as you went back to the old position
After 10 minutes, you decided that it was time to go back
Hand in hand, you sat on the empty sits as the group started whistling and making kissing sounds
"Pedri you bitch" you hit your friend's shoulder who was dying of laughter
"I couldn't hide it from them!"
"Yeah sure, I guess it's fine since it's only you amigos" you started but a gasp from the dutch interrupted the moment as you all turned to look at him
"Y/n, Pablo, you should check your insta" he said with an apologetic smile
You quickly went to insta along with the others and gasped when you saw Pedri's story, showing you clearly kissing in 4k
"Pedri I'm going to kill you este noche hijo de puta!" you yelled before getting up and chasing him around the beach
"Good luck amigo" Ronald said, patting the youngest's shoulder while he watched his, now girlfriend running after his bestfriend
He wasn't mad at all, he was more like amused by the show
"Damn she fast as hell, Ousmane tu devrais avoir peur pour ta carrière" Jules said while watching you finally get to Pedri
"Gros plus jamais je me moque d'elle c'est fini" the second french exclaimed, shocked by the girl's strength
english and portuguese are not my first languages, I apologize for the mistakes.
•
"You're so annoying! Stop acting like you're my mom or something!" your boyfriend, Daniel, yelled at you as you tried to not cry
"Daniel I'm just trying to help-" you started but he cut you off by pushing you to the side while he went upstairs with you following him
"Stop telling me what I can or can't do!" he said clearly annoyed as he took his clothes off and entered the bathroom
You loudly sighed, it wasn't the first time that you and Daniel had an argument, actually it was very frequent.
Most of times, he tried to push you out of his life when you just wanted to be there for him and honestly you had enough.
You don't know how but you found yourself staring at his phone who was tossed on the bed.
Hearing the sound of the shower, you grabbed it and unlocked it before clicking the green icon who had "97" on top of it.
Oh what a bad idea.
Not only you found a "Evie ❤️" pinned but you also saw that he named you "Y/n (cousin)"
You heart was racing in your chest, you couldn't believe it.
Maybe it was a mistake?
You decided to click on the conversation with Evie and you almost fainted when you saw pictures of a blonde girl who clearly showed her most private body parts.
And that broke you more was that every time, he complimented her, saying how beautiful and gorgeous she was and that he could fuck her right now.
"Mother fucker" you whispered to yourself
Your sadness was now slowly turning into anger as you felt betrayed.
And at the same time, your boyfriend came out of the shower but froze when he saw you holding his phone, clearly recognizing the pictures the blonde sent him earlier.
"Y/n I can explain." was all he managed to say as he slowly approached you
"Shut the fuck up, literally don't talk because I'll punch your face right now if you do" you threw him his phone which landed on his face before quickly standing up and taking your stuff, tossing it into a small bag you had
"Baby please let me explain its not how it looks like!" he tried to follow you but you didn't even turn around once
"Oh my God Y/n will you fucking listen to me for once?" he grabbed your wrist but you immediately shoved him
"Don't touch me, never speak to me again!" you said as you put on your shoes while he just stood there
"You won't last without me! Just wait and you'll come back begging to take you back" he cockily said
"Spit on my face if I ever go back to you, you humiliated me, I hope you're proud of yourself!" you yelled before opening the door and slamming it after you left
Not a single tear dropped but the second you hoped in your car, all the anger became sadness again.
You drove in silence, the only sound was when you sniffed as your eyes became red.
"Hey siri call Ney" you hardly said as the phone started ringing, waiting for your bestfriend to pick up
"olà a si!" a joyful voice said
"hi can I come over?" there was a silence, probably because he realized that you weren't in a joking mood
"who's ass do I have to kick?" he asked in a serious tone which made you chuckle
"I'll tell you everything if you let me come over" you said back as you drove to his house
"You're always welcome linda" you smiled at your friend's kindness
"Thank you for everything"
"Não há necessidade de me agradecer, I always got your back"
•
"And then I left and I felt so dumb for actually trusting him" you said between hiccups as he watched you with a strange stare
"Don't look at me like that!" you pushed him which made him shake his head and go back to his soft smile that you absolutely loved
"I'm not judging you, I was just thinking of several plans to kill esse filho da puta without getting in trouble" he said while playing with a strand of your hair like he didn't just say the most suspect thing.
"Ney não se pode matá-lo you'll go to jail" you sniffed and laughed and the same time
"No but really don't cry for that idiota I swear he doesn't deserve your tears nor you at all" he softly said while wiping your tears away
"I don't deserve a friend like you"
His heart tightened at the word you used. "friend" he knew it but it still hurts him to see the person he loved for so long not returning his feelings.
But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't force you to love him so he just watched you give your love to some stupid boys who can't even count past 10.
"Come on a minha bela go take a hot bath while I order some food" his smile -which faded away at his thoughts- instantly came back to light up his face
"Obrigado, obrigado, obrigado" you whimpered against the skin of his neck as your arms gently wrapped around his torso
He returned the hug before you got up to the bathroom where you found some sweatpants with a tee-shirt, he really cared about you huh?
The rest of the evening was great, Ney made you forget about what happened earlier and your tears of sadness slowly turned into tears of laughter.
You were actually laughing about him since he just lost at fifa and that's when it hit you.
You didn't see him as a friend anymore, your gaze was soft when you looked at him, you found yourself daydreaming about him and every word that came out of his mouth sounded like music to your ears.
You slowly stopped laughing and looked down which made him worry.
"Is everything okay there?" he asked as he knocked your head in a playful way
"Ney, eu acho que estou apaixonado por você" you said not looking up once
"Is that a joke? No Y/n you're not, you're just heartbroken and want some love and attention" he said while shaking his head
"I'm not! You don't understand, all these years, all these boys, I only was trying to convince myself that I'm not in love with my bestfriend because I care so much about our friendship and it would hurt me to actually break-" you couldn't finish your sentence because you felt something soft and warm against your lips
"oh my God my crush is kissing me!" was all you could think about at first but you slowly closed your eyes, enjoying the moment
•
It has now been 3 months since the break up and Neymar and you becoming a couple.
It didn't shock anyone to be fair, they all knew it.
You were currently in a club, celebrating your boyfriend's birthday when you felt the urge to use the restroom.
"Ay I'll be right back quarido, I gotta use the restroom" you said while getting up
"Ok be safe" he told you as you quickly left
You finished your business, washed your hands and was about to go back to the table when you felt someone grab your wrist
"Y/n I'm so happy to see you!" you recognized, unfortunately, the annoying voice of Daniel who was standing in front of you, all smiley
"I don't have your time Daniel" you tried to go but he didn't let go off you
"You know Y/n you look really nice, I wish things didn't end like that, I wish they didn't end at all" he said while looking deep into your eyes
"I don't care, let me go!" you tried to push him but he was too strong
"Let's go to my place, I have some nice things to show you" he said while forcing you to follow him
"Stop! Help!" you tried to yell but the music was now too loud and people were too bush dancing to notice you
"She just asked to let her go amigo" you heard someone yell behind you and you sighed in relief when you saw your boyfriend's perfect face who didn't show his pretty smile that you loved so much
Oh no, instead it was a dead serious face and you would swear that if a single stare could kill somebody, Daniel would be a dead man now.
"That's none of your business, she's my girlfriend." Daniel said with a death stare while you just watched the scene happen
"Funny, because I could swear that she was yelling my name not an hour ago" he cockily said with a smirk
Daniel let your wrist go and you immediately went next to your boyfriend who just put his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him
"I always knew you were such a slut Y/n, I don't even regret what I did" he said while looking at you with disgust
"Alright cale sua boca agora" the brazilian calmly said before giving him the most heart twitching, toes curling, head twisting punch you ever saw
He grabbed his bloody nose and quickly left almost running which made you burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, eu te amo Ney" you said still laughing which made him join you
"Eu também te amo, now let's go back to celebrating my day" he happily said before grabbing your chin and deeply kissing you
You felt yourself smiling against his lips as you thought that you had the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
Notes: 11k words of Charles and y/n pinning for each other…your all (hopefully) going to love it xx
this is my first post in about 6 months and I'm so happy to be back! thank you all for the continuous love and support I fucking love this app. this fic hasn't been proof read but oh well, ignore some spelling mistakes, sorry. anyways... ENJOY!!!
Blurb: One where you have a huge crush on your best friend's brother, the one and only charles leclerc, since you were a teenager, with him continuously telling you he was too old for you and you had no chance. You eventually gave up hope and moved on. But did charles? (Best friends brother troop/ slight enemy’s to lovers troop/ Older boy and younger girl)
Warnings: lots of angst, crying, sad y/n and sad Charles. lots of arguments and slight nsfw? but not really. Small age gap.
11.1k words
Arthur leclerc, your best friend since nursery… Your favourite partner in crime, your favourite laugh on a bad day, your favourite person in the whole wide world. Best to be described as home, your comfort person. He was the voice within reason, all that was right in the world.
He's your best friend.
Y/n y/l/n, she was truly and utterly his favourite thing about the world. He counts his lucky stars he has her to help him carry his weight. Y/n was the only person Arthur let visit him when his dad died, and in his books, that made her alright. Sure she would make him want to scream and cry and punch walls, especially with her choice in men. But Arthur was always there for her, when she needed to laugh or to cry he knew what it was she needed at any given moment, he could read her like she was his favourite book.
She was his best friend.
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How it started:
A little girl with puffy red cheeks sat at the bottom of the nursery playground. Her legs crossed on the green summer time grass as she sniffled again, gently plucking a daisy for the ground before adding it to the daisy chain she was making. She liked to say she enjoyed her own presence, but truly she was distracting herself from the lack of company. With the other young girls teasing her for her wild curly hair, she willingly chose to be sat on the grass of the playground alone.
“Hey! Can you teach me how you did that? I wanna make one for my mum!”
And with no regard for her personal space he sat down next to her on the grass, squashing half of her daisy chain, but she didn't tell him that.
He didn't care that she was crying or that she had poofy hair or that she was even a girl, he was eager to learn her talents and carry on with his lunch break.
But when Arthur noticed the signs that the girl was rather shy and sad he thought he would stay with her for the rest of lunch, keep her company.
Little did she know this company wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
And at age five, the pair promised to be friends for life.
It didn't take long for them to get their mothers talking, and after that it was set in stone, playdate after playdate. Arthur's mum became your mum's hairdresser, so there were many nostalgic memories for the two in the salon, especially when y/n would accompany her mother to her appointments. The pair's best memory is y/n letting Arthur cut her hair in the storage cupboard of his mum's shop. The horror on both parents' faces when one of y/n's pig tails were held in the hand of the young boy.
Their friendship only bloomed from there…
After spending almost every weekend watching Arthur and his older brother race in karts in the rain, to spending most afternoons around the leclerc residence playing with Arthur on his xbox, the girl felt like family.
When she was young she always found herself drawn to the middle leclerc. He was away a lot of the time, karting. He was slightly older so no doubt he found the pair childish and would always moan when he was made to spend time with them.
Charles' mother was the first to figure out your little crush on the boy. She first noticed it when you joined the family on a winter skiing trip, you were around thirteen. It was your first time up in the mountains, so when your arms started to wave and you felt your body lean way too far back Charles did the only morally right thing, dropping the glove he was putting on and outstretching his body to catch you in time.
He didn't catch you in time.
Instead his heroic act to save you turned into humiliation when he realised you had taken him down with you.
Pascal carefully watched as you turned around, her eyes glued to yours that were glued to her sons. She watched your tinted red cheeks as Charles scoffed and begged you to get off of him as his bare hands were now engulfed in the thick snow, causing him to suffer with a cold for the rest of the holiday.
Your eyes widened and sparked at the sight of him. You would gaze up at him like he hung the moon and the stars, an expression his mother would soon get used to as she watched you fall for her son over the next few years.
Charles was older, and very uninterested. He didn't find your little crush as cute as everyone else did, the thought it made him look uncool. He would roll his eyes when you would grab his arm or duck when you would try to kiss his cheek. He hated when your families would go out for meals and you would sit next to him, or how you would call him after a race to congratulate him, no matter his result.
Charles always saw you as his little brother's best friend, nothing more and nothing less.
That was until your first boyfriend. A three year age gap wasn't that big of a deal as they all grew older. Charles found himself having mutual friends with his brother and would occasionally bump into Arthur and you at a party.
You were 16, you thought you had met the love of your life, an older boy, he was 18, around charles age who was now 19 and worming his way into f2.
Arthur didn't approve of Joao. He knew you were trying to prove to charles that the age gap isn't that big of a deal after his brother had repetitively told you you were to young for him, but somewhere down the line you found yourself mesmerised by Joaos eyes and that was it for you, charles no longer rented the forefront of your mind.
Joao was great, at first. You knew he wasn't the love of your life, but for the moment he looked to play the role quite well, and you were happy. You just didn't expect it to end like it did, maybe age gaps do matter?
You were at some house party in the hills of monaco, some friend of Joaos. You were downstairs in the kitchen with Arthur as he watched you drink your body weight in alcohol. He could tell something was bothering you but he chose not to mention it. In all your years of friendship he knew you would come to him eventually.
“Where is the lover boy anyway?” he spoke up.
Your lack of response is when Arthur clocked onto your boyfriend being the reason for your excessive drinking. Him ditching you, yet again.
You slammed down your empty red cup, wiping the dribble from your chin as you decided enough was enough and you looked for the presence of your boyfriend.
Arthur bid you good luck on your travels as his attention was now turned to the girl he had been eyeing up across the room.
And with your liquid courage you stumbled around the party. The house was huge. Gigantic windows that draped around the whole house. Everywhere you looked was so picturesque, making you fall in love with Monaco more and more. From the kitchen window you could see the river of lights leading down to the beach front. From the other end you could see continuous hills leading up into the stary sky, tiny specs of light from homes probably just as big and fancy as the one you were currently standing in swarmed your vision, a far cry from the apartment you and your mother shared where your view was a brick wall to another apartment complex.
Your heels were rubbing the back of your ankles as your hands gripped the bottom of your dress pulling it down as it was miles too short as you made your way out to the garden.
And there he sat, on the steps leading to the lit up outdoor pool, your boyfriend. A skinny little blonde girl sat on his knee. She was older than you, clearly. She took the cigarette from his lips and placed it on her own as her other arm draped over his shoulder. It was like this week after week, it was like you were a ghost.
This isn't the young love you put out for, and you decided enough was enough.
You always forgave him, but tonight was different. This night changed everything.
Tears welled in your eyes as you turned back into the house, you were going home. Joao caught a glimpse of this as he jumped up and followed you back into the house, why he would always chase after you you still don't know.
“Y/n, baby stop.” you ignored the sound of his voice as you pushed through the crowds of people to get back to the kitchen in hopes that Arthur was still there. He wasn't.
You made it to the kitchen before he grabbed the back of your arm pushing you against the kitchen island. His hand came up to wipe away a fallen strand of hair as he tucked it behind your ear.
“Come on y/n i didn't even do anything-”
“She was on your lap.” your voice crooked, you so desperately didn't want to be the little girl everyone thought you was and cry, not in front of everyone anyway.
“It's not that big of a deal-”
“It is that big of a deal! I'm humiliated!” you shouted back, creating a scene you so desperately wanted to avoid.
“I just- I just want to go home.” you said in between sniffles.
“Baby, don't cry, let's just go back to mine, okay? I'll call a taxi-”
“No, I want to go home, my home.” you begged, the tears were falling now.
His grip tightened around your arm as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
“I need to find Arthur, and I need to go home.” you said, pushing his arm as he still had you pinned against the counter.
“Oh come on y/n, drop the act you know you want to come back to mine.”
You threw your head back dodging his fingers that were trying to touch your hair again, avoiding his eyes.
“Joao let go, you're hurting me.”
That only made his grip tighten around your arms, pushing you against the counter even harder than before. As he leant down to your ear-
“She said let go mate.”
Your vision was too blurry to focus on what happened next, but you felt joao grip loosen as he stood back.
“Yeah and what are you gonna do about it, leclerc?”
That's when punches were thrown and Joao was hunched over holding his busted lip. Joao was grabbed by another person before he could lunge back at who you assumed was Arthur, but as you turned your head you saw a different leclerc shaking his hand. His knuckles were red, and his eyes were darker than the ones you were used to, charles.
“y/n get in the car.” he said, you stood up, sniffing and nodding your head. But then you remembered your missing friend.
“Arthur-”
“I'll get him. Get in the car.” his tone was strong, not what you were used to from the middle leclerc.
You waited by his car in the cold for a few moments just before Charles came out the house, a stumbling tipsy Arthur under his arm. There was pink lip gloss smeared over his cheeks and lips, and at that moment you felt a small smile creep on your face.
However, the car ride home was silent, you sat in the front with Charles, as Arthur passed out in the back seat. Faint french music played from the radio as charles eyes were firmly gripped on the road.
As you rounded the street to your home Charles finally spoke up, “You really know how to pick them.”
You sniffled again, unable to reply to him mainly because he was right and you were embarrassed. As the car came to a stop Charles undid his seat belt mumbling that he would walk you to your door.
He balanced on the back of his heels as he watched the moonlight highlight your tear stained cheeks. Charles thought you looked beautiful that night even though you had been crying for the last half an hour, your hair hadn't been brushed and you were rummaging through your purse like a mad woman, he still thought you were pretty. He would never tell you that though.
“Don't tell me you've lost-”
“Got them!” You giggled, shaking your keys in the air before whipping your nose for what felt like the fifth time that night. You stalled as you pushed the key in the door, turning to look Charles in his eye for the first time since the party.
“Thank you-” but he cut you off, not wanting to hear it. You were his brother's best friend, Arthur wouldn't forgive him if he ever watched you in a position like the one that night and didn't do anything.
“Dont.”
“No really, thank you, charles.” You smiled, Charles smiled too, mainly because it was probably the first time you had called him Charles and not charlie.
After a moment you dropped your bag on the floor and wrapped your arms around the boy's waist, your head rested on his chest as he hastily moved his hand and rubbed your back.
“Just make sure the next one isn't a total dick, okay?” he whispered, his chin placed on the top of your head.
He didn't know how much that sentence broke your little 16 year old heart.
You smiled and entered the house, Charles didn’t drive off that street before you waved at him out your window.
On the drive home we looked back at his younger brother, drooling on the back seat of his car.
It was that night where he realised the both of you weren't all that different, but so far apart.
The first time Charles saw you after that night was a couple months later, a family day at the beach. You had turned seventeen in that time and joao was old news. But charles eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sat in the sand on your own. Sipping from a bottle of beer that you most likely stole from his crate, your toes were dipped in the wet sand as you watched the sun set on your own.
Arthur had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, Arthur's attention was stuck on the pretty blonde that was talking to his nan.
The rest of your families were distracted too, or so Charles thought. His mum watched him intently as he walked back to the car park, grabbing a spare jumper from his car before making way down the beach front to join you.
He spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party he just wanted to make sure you were okay.
He crouched down in the sand next to you, aware of how your eyes were on him. He placed the jumper on your legs,
“You're going to get a cold.”
You scoffed but complied. Putting the jumper over your head and pulling at the sleeves, it smelled like him.
“How are you?” you asked charles, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the monegasque sea.
“I'm okay.”
The boys lost their dad a little under a year ago now, you hadn't really seen Charles since. But he knew you hadn't left Arthur's side for them few months.
“How you holding up, really?” you nudged his shoulder with yours, he did his little signature smile before looking down at his lap. Avoiding the question.
“Thank you. For looking after Arthur I mean, he's lucky to have you.”
“Charlie…”
He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didn't pressure him to answer your question, insted you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the coastline in silence.
Charles appreciated the silence and the way you didn't push him, moments like these he understood why Arthur loved you so much.
“It will be alright you know.” you hummed on his shoulder.
“I know.” Charles whispered back.
“Really, i can already see Charles leclerc, ferrari formula one driver. Your face will be all over Monaco, and we're all so proud. He'll be so proud.”
Charles hated how much you believed him, because in that moment a nineteen year old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself everything felt impossible.
“Don't forget about me when you're all big and famous, yeah?” you smiled up at him.
Charles looked down at you, his eyes were glossy but the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, he threw his head back in a laugh.
“I dont think I'm ever getting rid of you.”
Now it was your turn to laugh, “at least your self aware charlie.”
After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place.
“y/n..” he whispered, oh how he whispered your name in his little broken accent, your heart melted as he backed away.
“I know, I know.”
You smiled and placed your head back on his shoulders looking at the sun that was nearly gone.
“You know I'm too old for you, right?” Charles whispered as he leaned his head on yours that was resting on his arm.
“I'm in it for the long game leclerc.” Charles giggled as he let his cheek get comfy on your head, pushing his side into you as you fully watched the sun disappear over the sea.
On the night of your 18th birthday Arthur had taken you out to your first club, you drank, alot…
Charles happened to be at the same club, so when your drunk body collided with his you couldn't help but wrap your arm around his torso, clinging onto him.
He gently placed hand on the small of your back smiling as you leaned on him.
Charles was 20 now, soon to turn 21 and had just signed a contract with alfa romeo, he was officially in formula one. Even Though you were proud of him you missed having him around.
You stood on your heels, leaning up to his ear as Charles met your movements and bent down to hear you better in the loud club and your heart fluttered at the small action of his ear hovering near your face.
“I'm eighteen now charlie.” he could hear the smile in your voice.
“I know, happy birthday mon amour.” kissing your forehead, this was the closest you had ever been to him before, and you craved more. He had never called you the nickname before, he was teasing you.
“I'm officially an adult nowwwww.” you longed out his ear before you hand palmed his cheek. You so desperately wanted to kiss him.
“Y/n.” His tone was serious as he caught onto your intentions.
“Y/nnn.” You teased him back, imitating his serious tone and rolling your eyes as you do so.
“I know you want to Charlie, come on…” you giggled at him, but you were drunk and a mess, so the arm around your waist was to stop you from falling flat on your arse not because he just wanted to touch you, you thought. You pushed his hand off you and stood up straight, Charles sighed as he placed his hand back on the small of your back, you looked up at him. The stupid little puppy dog eyes that he refused to listen to.
“I'm too old for you, love.” Charles' hand once again held you close as you started to lose your balance again, “and you're too drunk.”
“Drunk on love.” you exclaimed, Charles laughed, like really laughed and you couldn't help but admire the creases around his eyes. He moved your arm over his shoulder so he could hold you up.
“Let's find Arthur and get you home, okay?” but as Charles pulled away you pulled him back.
“I've waited eighteen years, Charlie, I'm sure I have the patience to wait a bit longer.”
Charles thought maybe you had forgotten that night, but you remembered the way his hand was filmy stuck to the small of your back most of the night, and how he lent down to hear you and how his stubble felt in the palm of your hand, and the butterflies only got worse.
You were falling harder everyday and you hated yourself for it, he didn't like you back.
Charles carried on with his f1 career with alfa romeo that year and you took up a journalism degree, following around arthur as he navigated the world of f3. You would occasionally bump into Charles when the boys had races at the same circuit.
But with his first Monaco race you obviously had to be there to support him.
Charles hated how his heart beat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his garage with your old ferrari cap on and an alfa romeo shirt with the number 16 on the back hugging your chest.
You truly had blossomed into a beautiful young woman and Charles found it harder to stay away. Your hair isn't frizzy anymore and you had for sure gone through puberty, he didn't like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.
The worst part is you hadn't even openly flirted with him in a while, and he couldn't seem to figure out why, and that bothered him so much more than he liked.
The small little y/n that used to follow him everywhere, always latched to his arm, looking up at him with heart eyes. I mean, you weren't sixteen anymore that was sure, but Charles couldn't help but feel a sense of abandonment that you weren't head over heels for him anymore.
Charles needed to snake off that weird feelling in his stomach.
You were now 19 about to turn 20, it was the off season and you couldn't wait to soak up some sun on the leclerc yacht. Your favourite summer getaway.
You drove up to the small paddock on a little beach and climbed onto the grey boat, it was charles’, of course. The whole family was there, you were talking to pascal as arthur pulled you around the side of the boat, nearly causing you to break an ankle.
“Erm hello? Watch it.” you scolded him for pulling you so ruffly.
“You're over the whole in love with my older brother thing, right?” he asked, his hand running through his hair.
“I- i why?” you said, clocking your head to the side at Arthurs panicked manor. He knew you had been doing great this year, and he also knew why you declined every single boy that had attempted to ask you out on a date this year.
“Okay, erm,'' Arthur stood up straight and scratched the back of his head.
“Forget your stuff, let's just get off this boat. And er, don't turn around okay?” he tried to nonchalantly say, his hands gripping your shoulders were a dead give away something was wrong though.
You nodded your head and followed Arthur down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.
“Since when have I ever listened to you? I going to read my book on the sun-”
Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Charles, your Charles with a girl.
A pretty girl, beautiful actually, she was slim and perfect and her smile was enough to make you want to crumble in a ball.
She was leaning on him, grabbing his bicep as her hand brushed through his hair, he was laughing like really and truly laughing at whatever it was she had to say and you had never felt emotions like the ones you felt in that moment.
You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out himself, no remorse, and had just served it back to you on a silver platter.
He really didn't want you.
“y/n, i didn't even know he was bringing her i-”
“You knew?”
Arthur sighed before running his hands through his hair, “it's been around four months, mum really likes her, she's nice. I mean she's not you, but he's happy so i can't complain.'' Arthur shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to console you in that moment.
You turned away from the happy couple and sat on the small steps that lead down to the bottom of the yacht. Arthur sat down next to you, pulling your body into his as he wrapped his arm around you.
“What about me? When will I be happy?”
You hadn't realised you were crying until Arthur grabbed your arm and pulled you straight off the boat.
That was your wake up call, you had spent too much of your life waiting for someone that never wanted you. 19 years to be exact, a sad sad story to anyone that knew you. You were embarrassed and angry at yourself.
You needed to actually move on.
So that's what you did.
And that's when you met him, a young british boy, he was around your age and drove for a papaya team that shared the f1 grid with charles.
Lando norris.
He was 20, awkward, way too cocky for only his second year, and when you bumped into him in Bahrain of 2020 you chose him to be the one to make you move on.
He asked for your number a few races later and the two of you used to text all the time. He took you on cute picnic dates, asked if he could kiss you before he did, and overall was the kindest most respectful boyfriend a girl could ask for. You were actually happy, and it only took nineteen years.
It was imola when you bumped into Charles in the paddock, his brother wasn't here so he was confused as to why you were here, but then he saw the McLaren hat on your head and his eyebrows furred evenmore.
“y/n?”
“Hello, charles.” you gave him a tight lip smile before moving past him but he chased after you why you walked down the paddock strip. Past the ferrari garage.
“You're a McLaren fan now, huh?”
“Yep.”
Charles' heart hurt at your bluntness, he grabbed your arm so you would stop walking and talk to him.
“y/n.” serious charles. That stupid tone that usually made you freeze and obey whatever he had to say.
But this time you rolled your eyes and pulled your arm from his grip.
“Charles, I really have to be somewhere.” you lied, checking your watch.
“Like a journalism thing? Why didn't you tell me you were going to be here, you could have flown with me and Joris?” and Charlotte, but he didn't mention that.
You really tried to pull your eyes from the red drivers suit that was wrapped around his hips, he was a ferrari driver now and you had never been more happy for him. You just wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him how proud you were of him.
But right at this moment, you had never wanted to create more distance between you both.
“y/n?”
Both of your heads snapped as Lando ran up to you, you coughed and took a step back from charles.
Landos arm wrapped around your shoulder as he put out a fist for Charles to spud. Charles' eyes were glued to landos arm resting on your shoulder and he could feel the blood pumping in his heart speeding up.
Lando kissed your temple and Charles' eyes were glued to yours.
“Charles.” Lando smiled nodding his head.
“Lando.'' Charles' voice was laced with venom, not that Lando noticed.
“So you guys are?” Charles' eyebrows furred pointing between you both.
“We havent you know, labelled it yet. It's still kind of new” you smiled, it had been months.
“But I'm happy, really happy.” Charles knew that was a message to him, you were happy and he needed to leave you be. But with Lando of all people, Charles couldn't seem to shake this one off.
Charles mumbled something about needing to be somewhere and walked away from you both. Lando again oblivious to the interaction as his arm stayed secured around you and he balabbed on about the race as you walked to the McLaren motorhome.
Charles hated him.
Charles hated himself for his feelings.
He didn't know why he was so bothered, he had never been this bothered, nothing gotten to him like you and Lando just did. Joris told him maybe it was because he had a soft spot for you deep down, he joked that maybe Charles liked you back and Charles ignored him for the rest of the weekend at that accusation. But that didn't mean he didnt ignore his words.
It was over, you grew up and he should feel relieved you've moved on, right?
He broke up with Charlotte a month later.
Charles scoffed when you first bought lando along to family night, he hated how your mum loved his accent and how arthur laughed at all his jokes. He hated that he hadn't caught your eye all night, instead your eyes were glued on the stupid little british boys. Charles hated it, he sat there like a toddler that hadn't gotten their own way all night. He knew it was wrong but he hated his feelings more than he hated lando being sat at his table.
Charles was in the kitchen, he was picking at the leftover pie on the table top as everyone else was outside fawning over one of landos stories, he had really charmed the family.
His mother walked into the kitchen as he was taking a bite of cherry pie looking like a caught child, she laughed at the cherry stains in the corner of his mouth and passed him a tissue.
The pair stood in silence for a moment before Pascal spoke up.
“That's definitely not allowed in your diet, my sweet.” she smirked knowing the driver's strict diet.
“But you won't tell on me maman.” Charles flashed his puppy dog eyes as his mum laughed at his actions. She sighed and moved closer to him as he stood up straight.
“You have a lot on your mind my boy, and don't tell me you don't because I gave birth to you, I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Maman.” Charles sighed.
“This is about her isn't it?” Charles' eyes refused to look at his mother at her words.
“I don't even need to say her name, it's her, it will always be her.” she smiled as she walked over to her son and placed a hand on his cheek.
“She's happy, Charles.'' he heard the sternness in his mothers voice.
“So everyone keeps telling me.” Charles scoffed again.
“So then you know you're being an ass, right?”
Charles' eyes widened at his mothers language but she just laughed and waved him off.
“After all the years she spent pining after you, Charles, it would be cruel for you to not let her be happy.”
“But what if I'm not happy?” he asked his mum, she just sent him a sympathetic smile and grazed his cheek once more.
“Do you love her?”
“I dont know.” Charles shrugged.
“See, it would be cruel to break her heart over this kind of uncertainty. Either you love her or you're just jealous. You have a lot of thinking to do my boy, but don't do anything until you're really sure. She's fragile when it comes to you.”
Charles nodded his head.
His mum was right, he really did have a lot of thinking to do.
And as if on queue there she was, walking into the kitchen, the widest smile on her face as she grabbed another beer from the fridge. She had started to let her curls rome free recently and it was sending charles’ heart into a spiral, with her stupid little shorts and crocs and no doubt she had conned lando into giving her his jumper.
She used to do that to him, Charles thought, remembering all the times you had tricked him into stealing his hoodies.
She smiled at Charles mum and told her again that the food was lovely, nodding at Charles, and she left just as quick as she came in.
“Maman, I'm so in love with her it physically hurts me.”
And there it was, the words you had so desperately wanted to hear your whole life, but you didn't hear a sound as Charles vowed to never say it again out loud. Your happiness came before his.
Charle suffered for a year, he knew he loved you, he had said it out loud once and the vulnerability he felt in that moment knowing you were stood just 15 feet away with the boy you were in love with was enough to make him swear to never voice his feelings again, he was embarrassed and wanted the world to swallow him whole. The worst part was the guilt, he could only feel like he had let one of the best things go, slip straight from his grasp all for a bit of pride. He didn't want to be seen with the young naive girl that had a crush on him, but now he just felt stupid. Stupid that he didn't recognise your love for him sooner, he had always thought you were one of the most amazing humans he had ever met, he found himself looking for you in other people when he didn't even know it. He was stupid, and he knew that for sure.
Charles dedicated the rest of the year to focusing on his f1 seat, with ferrari fucking him and sebastian over and over and after his wins at spa and monza he felt hungry for more and felt that the true love of his life should be formula one.
But his heart hurt when he didn't hear from you after his win in spa, and then it crushed him again when you didn't contact him after his result at monza.
No call.
Not even a text.
He had fully let you slip from his grasp.
It was a long year for Charles that year, and as summer break quickly approached he found girls and training were his favourite pastime. He stopped turning up to family events when he knew lando would be there and you were in love and happy. After a while it was a rarity he would even stay at an event for an hour.
He was 22 and as a new season started the only thing he was talking from lando was his teammate, not that charles was complaining. He liked Carlos, and he was ready to step up and take that 1st driver's seat. He was ready to make everyone proud just like you had promised him that night on the beach.
After a while charles mothers birthday rolled around, one he would definitely not miss as his mother requested a small family meal. Everyone was sitting, looking over the menu when Charles undoubtedly noticed the missing presence of you.
“Where's y/n?” Charles asked Lorenzo, who was sitting next to him.
Lorenzo just shrugged and turned his attention back to his menu, was it normal for you to not attend family outings? Charles hadn't been around for so long he didn't even think to consider that maybe she didn't turn up to these things anymore either.
“With Lando I suppose.” Charles murmured, he tried not to sound jealous but the older brother just laughed.
“Lando?” as he turned to his younger brother.
“Why would she- you really haven't spoken to her have you?” Lorenzo asked, his eyes widening at the thought of his brother being so dumb.
Charles just shrugged his shoulders as he urged his brother to continue.
“They broke up, a while ago actually.”
Charles didnt know why his shoulders felt lighter but he chose to ignore it and try to press some more information out of his brother.
“So? First break up, we've all been there, doesn't mean she can't be here for mamans birthday.'' Charles rolled his eyes as he tried to act like he didn't care.
“She's not even in the country charles.”
Charles' head snapped towards his brothers, “She's taking a gap year, last I heard she was staying in Australia for a while.”
Lorenzo could see the gears turning in charles’ head; he knew he wanted to ask more so he answered for him.
“Hey Arthur, where's y/n these days?” Lorenzo asked his other brother who was at the other end of the table with his girlfriend.
Arthur shrugged before answering, “Still in australia at the moment, she really likes it there, but i told her she cant like it to much because there's no way i'm sitting on a plane for twelve hours every time i want to actually see her face and not on a phone screen.” arthur joked, everyone else laughed along with him for a moment until charles countered up the courage to speak up.
“Why didn't she just travel with formula one? She wanted to be an F1 journalist anyway.”
Arthur's eyes narrowed at his brother.
You definitely hadn't meant to cause it, but there was a small crack in between the brothers' relationship within the last year. Arthur definitely blamed Charles and his stupid effects on you for you running away.
“She wanted to be away from f1 for a while.'' Arthur told his brother like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world, hoping to squash this table subject, not really wanting to talk about his run away best friend.
“I mean I don't blame her, especially when her Lando ended like it did. She's living her best life.” Carla, Arthurs girlfriend chimed in. Arthur slightly winced at his girlfriend's words not wanting this to be the dinner conversation tonight, especially when Charles clearly knew nothing about y/n's life within the last year.
“What?'' Charles asked the table, but no one answered him, instead everyone's heads were down dead planted down at the table, everyone except for Carla who had no idea what she had just started.
“Why did no one tell me what's been going on?” charles raised his voice slightly, catching the attention from everyone else on the table.
Charles mother intervened knowing where this was going, “charles, not right now-”
“No, she's been going through something and no one even thought to mention it? What the fuck.”
Arthur was visibly turning red, Charles noticed as Lorenzo's head was shaking telling his little brother now wasn't the time, pleading Arthur to just bite his tongue.
“Say it arthur.”
The flame was lit.
“And who do you think upset her in the first place, charles?” Arthur tutted, picking up his menu pretending to scan it so he didn't have to pay attention to the conversation anymore.
“Drop it, arthur.” Lorenzo sternly interrupted.
“Considering no ones told me anything how the fuck am i supposed to answer that question?” Charles spat back at his brother.
Arthurs cheeks were a visible red now, he was about to blow up. Something he had been holding in for a while. He slammed his menu down and turned to look at his older brother.
“You know what Charles, you have no right! No fucking right, sorry maman for the language-” charles mum just put her hands up in defence as she let her youngest son get it all off his chest.
“She loved you, and you constantly broke her heart and told her no and then when she was finally happy in a relationship you had to go tell the world you love her so much that ‘it physically hurts you!” Arthur mugged his brother's words.
Charles was shocked, he had no idea what was happening.
No one knew of his feelings towards you, no one except- charles head snapped towards his mother who pulled a tight lip smile and just shaked her head in a no. Charles was about to deny deny deny when-
“Yeah, she heard it. And it fucking broke her charles. It was mean and it was selfish, and I've never despised someone more than you for what you did to MY best friend.”
“Arthur-”
“I'm not finished. Then you have the decency to finally come to a family meal for the first time in nearly a year, nearly a year charles! And ask about her like you didn't completely cut her and us out of your life? You're selfish, completely and utterly selfish charles.”
Charles sat at the table pale, he felt the colour drain from his face as he scrambled to find the words to say but his mouth didn't open.
“You really do pick and choose your moments brother, I don't know why I even came tonight, I'm sorry maman but I told you I wouldn't be able to sit in a room with him.”
Arthur stood up, he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and took Carla's hand in the other.
“I'm really sorry maman, and everyone else, happy birthday, i guess.” Arthur gave his mother a hug and walked out of the restaurant with carla. Leaving everyone else at the table in pure shock.
Especially Charles, he had know idea what to say, he looked up at his mother opposite him who looked at him with sympathy.
“My sweet boy, I'm sorry to say it but there was some truth to your brother's words. I told you she was fragile.”
Charles felt awful.
Charles felt like he was going to cry at the table.
It had been a long year for Charles, he had groveld for the most of it, thinking you were happy somewhere while Lando flew you anywhere and everywhere around the world. Now he came to think of it, maybe there was a better reason for the young mclaren driver avoiding him.
He wasn't really friends with Lando, but his teammate, Carlos was close with the boy and whenever there was an offer for the three of them to hang out Lando magically had something come up and couldn't attend.
It all made sense now. Even the fact he hadn't seen you in the paddock, he thought maybe you were caught up in your studies, oh how he was wrong.
He sat at the table for the rest of the meal, and with every passing comment he didn't think he could sink more into his chair.
He was an awful person, he thought.
When the family were leaving the restaurant Charles hugged his family members, swallowing the anxiety and embarrassment down.
He looked over at Lorenzo who sent him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Tonight wasn't supposed to go like that, i told arthur to just drop it i-”
“No, it's okay. I deserved it.”
“I dont know, you fucked up, but you didnt need to run, nether did she.'' Lorenzo, his older brother shrugged.
“What happened? With her and lando." Charles pushed.
“alot .” lorezono chucked.
“I don't know if it's my place to-” enzo sighed at that stupid little puppy dog face his younger brother was pulling.
“I'm pretty sure she cheated on him, Arthur said as she fell into a bit of a hole. So the only thing she really could do was just leave Monaco for a while. She seems good, Charles, healthy and happy." Lorenzo shrugged, watching as Charles' eyes widened and he latched onto every word.
“If it's any closure she's not mad at you, Arthur, well I'm sure he would be he loves y/n like a twin sister, but she's not mad at you. She was just confused and hurt.”
“If i call her-'' Charles started but his voice flattened as he realised it would ne dumb to contact you.
“Call her Charles, I'm sure she would be happy to hear from you.”
You knew what today was, arthur's molthers birthday. You had called her in the morning sending her your love and wishes, she told you that Charles was attending the meal and Arthur would be on his best behaviour, little did you know.
You wondered if Charles knew what you were up to, if pascal or lorenzo had been keeping him in the loop.
You were at the beach, cocktail in hand and book in the other, your earphones were in as you hummed to the faint sound of the music and read, but you were disturbed when the rigging was a call from your phone echoing through your earphones, charles.
Pick it up.
Pick it up.
You couldn't do it.
Your body froze in place, you pulled your airpods out, throwing down your book, not caring that you lost the page you were on. You took in a deep breath and picked up your phone, and just as your thumb hovered over the answer button, the ringing stopped.
He had called you?
You needed a moment to think about what you were going to say to him, what he would say.
You so desperately wanted to hear his voice, it had been a year, and you wondered if that was enough time for feelings to vanish.
You looked out at the calm seas for a moment, did you really want to fall back into a loop of pining for him like a puppy. You loved him, loved, past tense. You were a grown woman now, so you opened your phone and called him back.
Ringing.
“Hello?” his voice echoed through the phone.
“Charles?”
You heard his sigh of relief over the phone, and your heart melted all over again, he hadn't even spoken yet, but the closeness of his presence made it all too real.
“I'm sorry.”
He's sorry?
“Charles-”
“I'm sorry, okay. Arthurs right, I was mean and I was selfish and you deserved so much more than what I did to you. From the bottom of my heart y/n/n, I'm so so incredibly sorry.”
“It's- it's okay.”
You forgave him.
“It's not.”
There was a silence that lingered for a moment.
“What I said, what you heard, it wasn't supposed to happen like that. I really didn't want it to happen that way.” he pleaded over the phone, his breathy voice echoing through the speaker.
“I want to see you.”
More silence.
“Please, y/n.”
“Okay.”
More silence.
“Soon, okay.” There was promise to your words.
“Soon.” he repeated, as though it was something for him to hold onto.
Soon.
“When I'm ready Charles I'll come home, I'm just not ready yet.” you winced at your own words because you so desperately wanted to see him too.
“Then don't come home- i'll come to you, i'll catch the next plane if i have too just tell me where you are-”
“Charles, I'm not ready yet.” you interrupted him.
Silence.
Charles wanted to cry, hearing your voice and knowing you were just within reach he wanted to see you, hold you, apologise as much as you would allow him to. He wanted to kiss you and hug you and love you forever, but you weren't ready.
“I'll wait for you, okay? Soon or not.” his voice cracked, and god did it melt your heart.
“I'll see you soon charlie.”
This was feeling a little too much like a goodbye for charles.
“y/n?”
“Yeah?”
“Am I too late?’
“Time doesn't apply when it comes to you.” and Charles had hope. He hadn't fully let you slip, yet.
Charles would now spend every waking moment wondering how soon was soon?
But after a while he figured ‘soon’ was a little long, three more months to be precise.
You had left Australia, travelled around more like you wanted to, and you came back to Monaco just before the end of the f1 season.
Charles was already in Abu Dhabi by the time you landed back in monaco.You had asked everyone to not tell him of your arrival.
You were sitting with Arthur in his mothers living room, just like the old days. You told him about your travels while he updated you on his love life and gossip in the paddock.
You had missed this.
And it wasn't until pascal passed you a warm cup of tea and sat with the two of you, sharing her own gossip from the hair salon you realised how much you were ready to be home again.
Arthur had run to his room quickly to grab his trophies to show you and as he walked out of the room your eyes lingered on the suitcases by the door.
“You're going to Abu dhabi?” you asked pascal.
“Tomorrow.” she smiled at you.
Pascal could visibly see the gears turning in your head, she placed a hand on your knee and smiled up at you.
“I don't want to pressure you y/n, and i know you just got back but you should consider it.”
You knew what she meant and you nodded at her with a small smile, and Arthur came back.
You went home a few hours later and sat in your room, if you go you'll see him, but you're going to see him at some point regardless.
You felt vulnerable.
So completely scared, but that didn't stop you from texting Arthur that night telling him you were going to join him and his family tomorrow.
You were going to see him.
Your time was up.
You were ready.
You meet up with the leclerc family at the airport in the early hours of the morning, your suitcase gripped in your hand as you were mentally preparing yourself to sit on the plane and go over any and every possible outcome this weekend could have.
Arthur sat with Carla at the front, and Pascal was fast asleep. But the chair next to you suddenly became occupied when you looked up and saw the eldest leclerc.
“You look well, y/n.” he smiled down at you.
“Thank you.” you smiled back at lorenzo.
“I think the time away did you good, no?”
“yeah, i really needed some space, but now i'm back and just feeling a little..” you stumbled on your words, struggling to describe your emotions.
“Overwhelmed?”
“Yeah, exactly that.”
“Does he know you're coming?” you knew the ‘he’ lorenzo was referring too.
“I dont think so.”
“He's going to be happy to see you.” lorenzo nudged your shoulder.
“I hope so.” you nervously chucked.
You took in a deep breath and looked back at the eldest leclerc brother, “I'm just anxious, I have no idea how this weekend will pan out. The next time I'll be back on this plane going home I could be happy, sad, crying or planning to run away again. I just feel so lost.”
“Lost isn't a bad thing.'' Lorenzo shrugged.
“He's just as lost as you y/n, trust me. I just hope you both figure it out, you both deserve the peace of mind. And if this all goes to shit, you still got on this plane today and tried.”
“I just don't want to get my hopes up.”
“Then don't, sometimes things aren't just meant to be.”
That's what was worrying, you had loved this man for years, and now was the deciding day if he loved you back or not and you don't know if you were ready to give up the fantasy of him
being the love of your life up yet.
You weren't mentally prepared for the shit outcome of this story, you didn't know if you could handle Charles breaking your heart another time.
When the plane landed and the warm air hit your skin you took in a deep breath. Time to face the music.
You went straight to your hotel, it was a Friday so Charles was about to participate in fp1 by the time you turned up to the track.
The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of happy fans filled your ears, you had missed being in the paddock more than you knew. This place was your home.
You were walking with Arthur and Carla when your name was called, judging by the accent you knew it wasn't the monegasque, it was the papaya coloured boy running up to you.
You told Arthur and Carla you would catch up with them as you stopped and smiled at lando who had now reached you.
“Hey.” he smiled.
“Hey.” you smiled back awkwardly.
“Listen lando, you deserve an explanation-”
“It's okay y/n, we were young, it was a while ago you’re forgiven.” Lando chuckled as he poked your shoulder.
“But that doesn't mean what I did was okay, you deserve more than what I gave you.”
Lando gave you a sympathetic smile.
“Consider it done with, okay? No hard feelings.”
You smiled up at the British boy, he looked good, he seemed well and that made your guilt feel a little less painful.
“I erm, I have a girlfriend actually, she's great, her names luisa.”
You watched as he lips upturned at the mention of his girlfriend, he was smitten.
“I'm happy for you landini.”
You both laughed for a moment, the free air was nice. Seeing lando meant there was a weight lifted off your shoulders.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing, I didn't want things to be awkward.” he said.
“I don't think I could ever be awkward around you.” Lando smiled at your words.
“Are you still thinking about becoming an F1 journalist?” he asked, remembering how it was your dream, he had also hoped your disappearance in the paddock for the last year wasn't his doing, stopping you from reaching your dream.
You smiled as he remembered, “I'm working on it.”
“Well i hope i see you around more often then, you deserve it y/n, really.”
Lando was getting called from the other end of the paddock as he had to be in his car within the next 10 minutes, you both shared a hug and it felt nice to feel comfortable with him.
His hands squeezed your back before saying a quick bye and skipping down the paddock.
As he pulled away and walked past, your eyes connected with them all to familiar grey ones you were so nervous to see.
Charles.
He didn't seem too happy though.
He had just watched you smile and laugh with your ex in the middle of the paddock and then hug him bye, even though you thought nothing of it, Charles' mind was spinning.
There he was, a tight lipped smile right opposite you. He had grown out his stubble and he looked tired. You knew he hadn't had the best of seasons with Ferrari, you didn't keep up with it too much, it upset you that his childhood team had failed him massively.
He nodded his head and followed his press officer in the opposite direction, but you weren't going to let him go just yet.
“Charles, wait!”
And before you could process it you were running, sprinting down the paddock after him, but he had already disappeared into ferrari hospitality.
“Shit.” you mumbled as you jogged down to the garages in hopes of catching up with him.
You scanned your pass and walked into the back of the garage Pascal had walked up to you and grabbed your hand.
“You need to put some headphones on dear, it gets loud in -”
“Pascal, where did he go?” you asked her frantically, like a mad woman out of breath.
“Charles?”
“yes!”
A slight smile just appeared on her face as she turned around, “Be quick dear, I think I can see him putting his balaclava on.” She pushed your shoulder and you walked around the red barrer that clearly said ‘no public entry’.
“You can't be back here, ma'am.” a security officer grabbed the back of your bicep.
“No, I need to get through, it's an emergency.” you whined, pulling your arm from his grip.
“I'm sorry ma’am, it's a safety hazard.” the man's grip tightened on your arm as he pulled you away from the back of the garage. You pushed off him but his grip only improved as he swept you off the floor, lifting you up at your attempt to run. You kicked your legs like a child learning to swim and kicked arms that trapped you.
“If you refuse to cooperate, I'll have no choice but to remove you from the garage.” he said, trying to dodge your feisty little kicks.
“And If you don't get your slimy huge hands off me right now i'm going to-”
“y/n?!”
Your head snapped at the sound of your name, Jorris, Charles' best friend.
“Jorris, oh thank god!”
“She's okay, she can come in.” Jorris grabbed your other hand and wiggled you away from the huge security man's grip as he dropped you back to the floor. You brushed off your dress and gave the security man a dirty look before turning to Charles' best mate.
“Jorris, where is he?” your breathing was rapid and your heart beat feeling like it was thumping out your chest.
“y/n you really shouldn't.” he sent you a sympathetic smile.
“Please.” you pleaded with him. After seeing you try to fight a six foot five security man Joris really didn't want to feel the wrath of you right now, so he complied.
“You have five minutes, follow me.” he led you through the back of the garage.
Whenever Charles got in the car he liked to be left alone to his own devices, it was his switch off time, but you knew on some occasions he didn't mind the company, you just needed to talk to him, tell him you were here for him. You didn't want him getting in the car overthinking that you were here for lando.
And before you knew it, there he was, standing in front of you, you were painting out of breath with your hands on your knees as you looked up at him.
Charles giggled as you held up a finger to let him know you were still getting your breath back. He pulled his ear pieces out of his ear and zipped up the rest of his race suit.
“I hate to rush you, but I have to be in the car in four minutes.” Charles frowned, “and four minutes aren't enough for what I have to say to you, y/n.”
“Let's keep it short and sweet then.” you stood up straight and smiled at the boy.
“Im sor-” he started but you cut him off.
“That's not what I meant by sweet.”
Charles squeezed his eyes and winced at his name being called behind him, he opened his eyes and saw you beaming up at him and he knew he was in love, he just wasn't going to tell you yet, especially not if he had just witnessed you make up with lando. Lando made you happy, Lando didn't break your heart on multiple occasions like he had. Charles wouldn't blame you if you went back to the British driver.
You tilted your head to the left and smiled at Chris, Charles' manager. He was pointing at his watch and tapping his foot.
You looked back at Charles and took in a deep breath, you stood on your tip toes and placed your arms on his shoulders, gently placing a kiss to his cheek.
Your soft lips connecting with his ruff stubble is something Charles cherished, he couldn't wipe the Cheshire cat grin off his face.
“I know it's only a practice session, but good luck out there charlie.”
“Thank you.” he smiled, trying to hide his blush. He couldn't believe he was blushing and how the roles had reversed between the two of you.
“What about lando?” he had to ask, it was on his mind.
“I'm not standing next to Lando wishing him good luck right now, am i?” you smirked at him.
Charles smiled before looking back at his manager, he bent down and kissed your forehead like he had done a thousand times, but this time it felt different, electric, it felt like love. It was love.
“I'll be waiting for you, okay?” you told him.
Charles smiled to himself, he wasn't too late.
If anything was on Charles' side that day it wasnt timing. Charles finished fp2 with a few flying laps and a heavy heart, his first plan was to find you but his press officer had forced him to do interviews, and then he had a meeting and then he had checked his watch and it was way past nine and he knew you were probably back at the hotel by now.
He huffeed as he left his meeting, grabbing his jumper and keys and saying goodbye to the engineers that were going to work on the car overnight.
He had it all planned in his head, he was going to get some flowers on the way home, knock on your hotel door and ask you on a date.
“Charles!” called out his manager, he really hoped he didn't have to stay in this hell hole any longer, he just wanted to leave the track and get his girl.
“What?” he huffed.
“She waited.”
“What?” Charles repeated, his manager now having his full attention.
Charles caught the way his manager's lips turned into a devilish smirk, but he wasn't looking at Charles, yet something behind him. When he whipped his head around there you were, his heart thumped at the massively oversized ferrari jacket one of the staff must have given you to keep you warm while you waited.
You just smiled at him and waited for him to walk to you, but charles sprinted, he was a man on a mission and when he got to you his hands slipped around your waist, pulling you up in the air for a moment before he dropped you back down, his hands still remaining tightly wrapped around your torso.
He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before placing his forehead on yours.
“Take what's yours charlie.” you smiled.
Charles' thumb gently traced over your plump bottom lip before he placed his hand on your cheek, smiling like an idiot.
He slowly grazed his lips on your before gently adding pressure and connecting your soft lips with his in a quick kiss. A kiss that was full of smiles as Charles pulled you as close to him as possible. Towering over you as he kissed you unlike he had kissed anyone ever. The way your lips moved in sync with his was magic to him, it had never felt like this before.
He pulled back letting you get some air, before using that as leverage to stick his tongue in your mouth, he put all his power and passion into the kiss and it was just as you imagined him to be with you. Sensual and passionate.
Your hands ran along his shoulders and up to his head where you gently tucked on his hair. Charles groned on your lips and eventually pulled back, he giggled as he placed his forehead on yours again.
“All mine, finally.” He said through a wide smile.
“I've always been yours…”
Thank you for reading!! Here’s a gif of baby Charles because this is how i imagined him when y/n had her teenage crush. Bare faced and spiky hair🥹
english is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.
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"I love you honey I'll be there very soon!"
Your voice echoed on the, you thought so, empty house you shared with your boyfriend.
He was supposed to be at training until 6pm but oh honey, what you didn't know was that he came home sooner since Xavi had to go to a meeting, freeing the players 3 hours earlier.
Pablo just closed the door and immediately froze after hearing you sweet talking to someone, God knows who.
"My boyfriend will never know about it baby, he's at training you can come whenever you want" you said with a sweet voice
You were laying on the king sized bed, your stomach was facing the mattress and you couldn't see the wide opened door, thinking you closed it.
Who was the person you were talking with?
Pablo couldn't believe that you would cheat on him and decided to keep listening just in case.
"Yeah you can come, he won't even notice" you loudly laughed
Even in that situation, your laugh still sounded like heaven to his ears and he found himself smiling without even noticing.
But his smile faded as fast as it appeared when he remembered what he just heard.
Without making any noise, he went in the laundry room to hide so he can catch you doing what you were trying to desperately hide from him.
He went on his phone while waiting but it didn't really help him to kill the time since all he could think about was "what just happened?".
Several minutes, who felt like hours, later the bell finally rang which made the Spanish boy put his phone on the ground, slowly getting up as you ran downstairs.
He watched through the doorway and saw you happily opening the door before hugging someone and leaning in to kiss them.
He couldn't believe it, it was happening.
It was too hurtful to keep watching so he turned around to take his phone back but was cut off by a bark.
He quickly left the room and followed the sound he just heard, leading him to the living room where he saw you laying on the couch, a German Shepherd comfortably sleeping next to you as you watched-
Peppa Pig?
"is she on drugs?" He thought to himself
"Y/n?" He finally dared to speak
The sound of his voice made you jump from your place, waking up the dog who was peacefully asleep.
"Oh my God you scared the hell out of me" you said as you tried to breath correctly, putting a hand on your chest
"What are you doing and who's dog is that?" he asked clearly confused
"Meet Mia, she's the cutest dog and I'm babysitting her for Maria, she went on a date with her boyfriend" you explained as if it was obvious
"So.. you're not cheating on me?"
You looked at him as if he just said the most stupid, toe curling, hair snatching thing.
"What the fuck no? Why would you say that?"
"Okay it may sound crazy but I may have listened to the whole interaction with the dog when you were FaceTiming your friend and it is possible that I hid to see if it was true. But again, this may have not happened at all." he said not breathing once while speaking
"Oh wow, I see how it is now you don't even trust me" you turned around, patting the dog's head as she slowly fell asleep again
"Wait no that's not what I wanted to say, I promise I trust you with all my life" he tried to apologize but you kept silent
"Y/n don't do this to me I swear I love you please don't be mad at me" he apologized as he made his way to you, collapsing next to your body before wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging it tightly as he put his head on your stomach
That's when you took the opportunity and put your arms on the back of his head, chocking him in your belly
"Now that's what you get for believing that I would cheat on you, you bitch" you laughed as he tried to get out of your grip but you just kept pushing him further in
You laughed harder and harder to a point where you didn't even have the strength to keep him in place
He snitched out of your arms, breathing heavily when you just kept laughing
Soon enough, he joined you in your laughter, forgetting the dog who was just staring at you in complete confusion
After a few minutes, you calmed down and pressed start on the remote so you can go back to watching the best show ever : peppa pig.
"Baby do we seriously have to watch a pig live her life?" he asked while laying back on your stomach
"Yes shut up" you just said now fully concentrated
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You jumped when you heard the sound of the door bell
You didn't even realize that you three fell asleep watching some kids series.
You looked at the time on your phone, it was 6pm which means that Maria should get her dog back now.
You silently stood up and pet Mia who then followed you to the door, leaving Pablo alone as he was dead asleep
You opened the door to be met by your friend smiling
"Hi Maria, how was the date?" you asked smiling as she put you in a quick embrace
"Really nice, I'll tell you everything later, how was Mia?" she asked while petting her beloved dog who also seemed happy to see her
"Oh she was lovely, she can come back anytime!" you just smiled
"Thank you for babysitting her Y/n, I owe you one!"
"Don't worry about it, it was my pleasure"
You quickly said goodbye before closing the door and laying back down next to the spanish boy who was awake now
" ¿por qué te fuistes? (why did you leave)" he asked weakly while opening his arms so you can get back in
"I had to give Mia back" you whispered as you got comfortable in his arms, your head resting on his chest ad you fell back to sleep with his heartbeat who sounded like music to your ear
Hi ! I love your imagine ! 💓 Can you make a Gavi x reader. Where the reader being criticised by gavi’s fangirls about her physic and that Gavi can find many better girls than her so she stars crying and overthinking about her relationship with him and she thinks to leave but Gavi will arrive and ask her why she cries. Thank you if you’ll do it
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posted : 18/02/23 (European date)
Being compared and critics are killing you slowly
You grabbed your phone and put it on the dressing table to start a live.
You pressed the live button and made sure there was no filter since you didn't like it.
"Hi everyone, today I'm showing you my makeup routine!" you happily said while putting on your makeup headband
"You look gross without makeup."
"Thanks God she's not going to stay like this. Hopefully makeup will hide your ugliness."
You acted like you didn't read these comments, keeping your smile while you felt a small knot forming in your throat.
"A lot of you guys asked for my routine so here I am!" You started applying cream on your face
"The secret for a smooth skin is hydratation! Make sure to use some cream before doing your makeup and after taking it off."
"Absolutely no one asked but ok sure"
"Your own advice doesn't work on yourself. Your skin is horrible just like your big belly lmao"
You kept on laughing to the other nice comments but you couldn't ignore what they said.
"Are you and Gavi still together?" you read out lout while blending your concealer
"Of course we are! I never loved someone like him and- oh my, I'm so embarrassing" you cut yourself laughing at how easily you could talk about your love for your boyfriend
"Someone tell her to shut the fuck up"
"He could do better tbh. There are a lot of girls way prettier than her who could kill for him"
Your smile faded a little as you started overthinking about that one comment.
It wasn't even a lie. There's so many girls with perfect body, perfect smile, who doesn't need makeup to look like the future miss universe and yet, he still chose you.
You weren't that special, yes you were pretty but compared to all these girls.
Aww man, why can't I be perfect like them too?
"Are you okay? Why did you suddenly stop smiling and talking ?"
"Oh I'm sorry, my ADHD isn't helping me stay focused" you tried to hide your pain with some humor while you just wanted to disappear right now
"And then I add some mascara, I personally use the maybelline lash sensational sky high mascara, best mascara ever!" you said in a fake happy tone
"You look so fake. Gavi is probably dating you to use you for the medias or something."
"I don't understand, Adriana Falco is so much prettier than you. I hope Gavi dumps you for her."
That was it, you had enough, you felt tears forming and didn't wanted to cry in front of everyone like that.
"I'm sorry I gotta go, see ya" you quickly mumbled before ending the live as the tears and pain you held finally left your body
You started to cry harder and harder, remembering all the comments.
It wasn't the first time that people compared you and told you that you didn't deserved a guy like Pablo but you always let it slide and now all the accumulation was bursting out with your tears.
You took your head between your hands as your breath quickened at how hard you were crying, making your shoulders bounce while your whole body was shaking.
Well you knew that you wasn't attractive enough for a handsome boy like Pablo so you tried to hide it with humor.
Maybe you really don't deserve him, I mean, he's pretty, nice, famous, rich, funny, caring while you were quite the opposite.
You didn't even hear the door open and the boy throwing his bag as he rushed to hug you.
"Oh my God, y/n what's wrong?" he was standing next to you who was sitting which means you had your head against his abs, his arms around your shoulders hugging you tightly "I was gone for a hour and you were fine before I left, what happened?" he asked confused
You tried to speak but all you could get out of your mouth were sobs.
Pablo kissed your head as he softly stroked your back to comfort you, understanding that you couldn't speak.
"It doesn't even matter, come here" he gently picked you up bride style and made you lay on your mellow bed, putting the blanker on top of your body
"Wait a second"
He then disappear from the room, leaving you and your thoughts alone, you felt a little better thanks to him but not enough to stop crying.
He came back 2 mins later with a tray full of snacks and his grey sweater that you loved which he did too and never let you steal it from him.
He put the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and came next to you, giving you a small kiss on your wet cheek before handing you the piece of cloth you always wanted.
"Put it on, linda" you did as he asked, you immediately stopped crying as if you were a kid who would stop if you gave him a lollipop
Pablo noticed it too which made him chuckle before going under the blanket, pulling you against his warm body with his arm around your back so you're laying on top of him now.
You wrapped your arms around his torso while he put on your favorite movie.
He looked down at you, putting his hand on your right cheek, softly caressing it before he gave you a little kiss on your lips.
"Better?" he whispered as if he talked too loudly he would hurt you, you hummed in response and watched the start of the movie
"I love you, thanks for taking care of me" you
mumbled against his chest
"I will always take care of my favorite person" he softly smiled, followed by you, loving the nickname he gave you
"Pablo can I ask you something?" you broke the cute moment as you lifted your head to look at him in the eyes
"What is it hermosa?"
"Would you.. I mean do you really think that I'm pretty? Please be honest." you looked away, embarrassed as he was confused
"You're the prettiest girl on earth, of course you are" he said as if it was obvious
"But my body-"
"Your body is perfect the way it is" he cut you off
"There are girls that are prettier with a better body than mine though" you mumbled
He cupped your cheeks with his hands, forcing you to look at him. He had a serious face.
"Y/n I don't care about other girls, I only care about you and I know that you're the prettiest, nicest, most caring person and I have so many words to describe how perfect you are so stop comparing yourself to other girls. And if people try to convince you otherwise then they're jealous because they can't have what you got." he said in a calm yet serious voice
You felt a tear running down your cheek but this time, it was a happy tear.
He wiped it off with his thumb and connected your lips together in a soft and passionate kiss.
The kiss was delicate and you couldn't help but smile against his lips, happy to have him.
When you pulled out, you rested your head against his shoulder as his hands wrapped against your waist, pulling you even closer then you already were, a smile on his face, glad to have you as his girlfriend.
Funny how his words could impact you so much in a positive way.
It was supposed to be safe but yet you still got injured
WARNING : the imagine is 100% coming from my mind which means it can't happen irl normally. Please be aware that I exaggerated! 😩
You were currently making dinner, waiting for your boyfriend to finally come home.
You didn't live together yet but you wanted a chill night with him since you didn't really got to see him often with his football trainings.
"Where's the salt?" you asked out loud as if someone would answer but of course you didn't get a single word back
You kinda felt lonely without your family but it was like that and you couldn't change it.
After finishing dinner, you decided to go change upstairs to more comfortable clothes.
But while you were going upstairs, you noticed that the glass was kinda cracked.
You had stairs made of glass, at first, you were totally against it but after discussing with the architect, you gave up and let him do it.
And seeing a cracked step made you really scared to use the stairs but you had to.
"I'll just call someone to change it tomorrow" you said to yourself as you entered your room
You quickly put on your tank top along with some shorts and took off your makeup before heading to the stairs.
You put your feet on the first step but froze when you heard something cracking.
Thinking you were crazy, you slowly went to the second step and when you didn't hear anything, you jumped to head down.
That was a habit you had since little, you jumped when you went downstairs.
But oh my dear, what a bad idea.
What you didn't know was that the cracking sound was actually the stairs who were about to totally break and you jumping was the limit.
You jumped on the fourth step, the one who was cracked and that's when it broke.
You let out a loud shout as you felt yourself falling while pieces of glass were cutting your skin.
Your body hit the floor now covered with blood after landing on the pieces of stairs broken.
You moaned in pain as you held your arm who was bleeding the most.
You suddenly heard the door open then close.
"Y/n are you there?" you recognized the voice of your boyfriend who apparently came home from training
His footsteps became louder and louder but you still had your eyes closed, not daring to open them, scared to be submerged by pain.
"Y/n!" he screamed before rushing to you, not scared of getting hurt by the glass "Míos Dios what happened? Oh no I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" he panicked as he tried to pick you up but you stopped him finally opening your eyes to be met by his worried gaze
"Please not the hospital, you know how I feel about it" you hardly said
"Oh y/n but you're bleeding, I have to." he gently stroked your cheek as if you were about to disappear
"Please I- I'll put on some bandages but please not the hospital" you begged as you felt the tears you held slowly falling from your eyes
Pablo sighed as he picked you up, watching carefully where he put his hands to not hurt you and went to the bathroom.
He put a long towel on the floor before putting you down, grabbing the aid kit.
"I swear I'm doing it because I love you and I don't want to force you to go to a place that traumatized you but I'm not proud of it" he said as he disinfected your cuts
"I'm sorry" you mumbled before moaning in pain as it burnt
"Could you explain what happened por favor cariña?" he was banding your cuts after he made sure it was well disinfected
"I was just doing dinner and I wanted to change for our movie night and there was the step that was cracked but I didn't pay attention." you stopped realizing how dumb it was "and when I went downstairs it broke with me on it" you finished as he banded the last cut which was on your thigh
Pablo sighed as he helped you get up.
You had some difficulties but managed to stand up, he put his arm around your waist, helping you silently walk to the couch.
You both laid down, you on the left and him on the right, thinking he was angry, you didn't move to cuddle next to him.
Or maybe it was the pain that prevented you, God knows.
He must felt the tension since he immediately put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed your head.
"I'm not mad at you, y/n, I'm just worried." he said, hugging you tightly
"I'm sorry" was all you managed to say as you put your hand on his chest
"Don't apologize hermosa it wasn't your fault" he stroked your back while turning on the tv, putting some random movies
"I know but I made you worried" you tried to hide your face in his chest but he grabbed your jaw with his smooth fingers and forced you to look at him
"It's fine, at least you're okay now" he whispered before pressing his lips against yours in a delicate kiss
His thumb slowly stroking your cheek, he broke the kiss with a little smile as you did the same.
"But the stairs though" you looked back but he put his hand on the back of your head, forcing you to lay on his chest
"Don't worry about it, it'll be changed tomorrow mi amor" you smiled at the name he called you and slowly closed your eyes, falling asleep on your boyfriend's chest
After noticing that you were sleeping, he pulled out his phone and took a picture of you before posting it on his instagram, a smile on his face.
"Que suerte dormirme y despertar contigo a mi lado, te amo Y/n 💕" (How lucky I am to fall asleep and wake up next to you, I love you Bella)
He wasn't mad at you, he loved his girlfriend and nothing could change that.
