request rules: no homophobia, racism, sa, abuse, pedophilia etc. will write nsfw here and there, if im uncomfortable with anything in anyway i will obviously kindly pass on it. request are very much open and encouraged so feel free to give me any and all of your ideas!!
warnings: sexual implications , google translate french (with translation ofc),
a/n: scrap from the drafts, this one has been sitting for a WHILE. click on the title to hear the song
to say that the leclercâs were rich was an understatement. they were rich, yes, but they were a specific kind of rich. they were filthy rich, like huge mansion, the biggest family owned business in monaco, kids are nepo babies that will inherit the business and wealth for generations to come, rich.
you worked for the family, cleaning around the house, attending to their needs. a maid essentially was what you were but they didnt treat you poorly or anything of the sort. lorenzo and pascale were always very sweet to you and asked how you were every time one of them ran into around the home, arthur would often find you and ramble on about his problems, and charles. charles was heavenly. his dimples following after his smile every time heâd see you. his lips left soft kisses on your cheeks and hands when heâd greet you.
âhello angeâ *hello angel* his voice was soft when he spoke. his nose scrunching from the sun as he looked up at you, skin tan, hair messy and wet. âperceâ the nickname causing a grin to appear on charles face. you approached the big pool holding towels and a bottle of juice, the water glistening as arthur hopped up out of it, shaking his dripping hair like a dog. âyesss jus de pomme merciâ *yesss apple juice thanks* the youngest brother said while opening the bottle, charles walking over to you and arthur. water droplets sliding down charles skin as he smiled, taking your hand in his before placing a gentle peck to it. âcette robe est belle sur toiâ *this dress is beautiful on you* the feeling of his lips against your skin making you swallow down your desperate need for him. âat least wait till im a little ways away to flirt mate ew.â arthur faking as if he was throwing up while walking over to the line of 3 sun chairs, each with itâs own umbrella and side table, plopping down on one as he sipped from his drink. âarth your preferred drink of choice is still apple juice at 24. i donât want to hear it.â
charles had never really done anything more then flirt with you but even then you knew it was just him being playful. you all knew that was how charles was so the pet names and the frisky comments never really fazed anyone. i mean sure you had always enjoyed how he would kiss your cheek or your hand, and how he would let his hands trail along your side or even the small of your back but every other person in monaco felt fondly of charles as well. it was normal. so when the whole family other then charles had gone out to a business dinner of some sort leaving just you and him, you didnât think anything out of the ordinary would happen.
âcharles, comment se fait-il que tu ne sois pas sorti avec pascale et les autres?â *charles how come you havenât gone out with pascale and the others?* your brows furrowing softly as you walk down the stairs from the second floor of the large home into the living room. charles was spread out amongst the couch as he let his head fall back to see you coming down the steps, a smile had already appeared on his face from the sound of your voice. âwasnât feeling up to it tonightâ he spoke adjusting on the couch to turn himself as you walked up âtu sais?â *you know?* his tongue running across lip softly before he placed his chin on top of his hands that rested on the pillows that were behind him. a hum falling from your own lips as you stood a few steps away from the couch he sat on. âwell are you hungry? i can make you somethingâ you spoke, playing with the rings on your fingers to try and ignore the way he is looking at you âpeut-ĂȘtre juste une collationâ *maybe just a snack* a soft smile on your lips as you bit the inside of your cheek, nodding softly, your body turning to walk towards the kitchen as you hear charles hop off of the couch âi can get it myself thoughâ his voice soft as he moved to walk beside you, his hand on the small of your back now as you both entered the kitchen âitâs okay really, i can make you oneâ you spoke as you began opening the fridge before he moved to close it. his hands catching your wrists as he moved your hands away âiâve got itâ he spoke opening the fridge himself and humming as he picked up the whip cream. he tilted his head back slightly before spraying the whip cream in his mouth âenzo would kill you if he saw you eating from the canâ his tongue licking his lips as he swallowed, your jaw tensing as your breath hitched, you watch him turn to you. âgood thing he isnât here then,â his usual smirk spreading as he looked at you, your hand moving to wipe the corner of his mouth âright?â his fingers grasping your wrist once more. his soft hold on your skin making you swallow before humming a soft âmhmâ with a nod of your head. silence coating the two of you for a few moments as he looked at you, his dimples appearing as he smiled slightly before moving your hand closer. the skin of your thumb meeting his plush lips as he kept his eyes on yours, his tongue licking the whip cream off of your finger. your legs finding it suddenly hard to stand as he cupped your jaw, making your head tilt back. your lips parting slightly as he sprayed whip cream into your mouth. the sweet cold flavor soothing your burning blood before he leaned down, his lips kissing the whip cream off of the corner of your own lips. hovering so close, your bodies began to burn, all the tension from the past few years of your time spent with the family and charles rushing into your veins. âtu ne vas pas me le dire, nâest-ce pas?â *you arenât going to tell on me, are you?* his cologne filling your senses as your breath began to falter. âtu me connais sĂ»rement mieux que ça maintenant, charlieâ *surely you know me better then that by now, charlie* a smile painting his face again before he leaned in, connecting your lips in a euphoric kiss.
it took charles all of 15 seconds to pick you up and place you on the island in the middle of the kitchen. his lips tasted sweeter then you had imagined, so soft and plush against your skin.
warnings: flirting, age gap (35 y/o + 28 y/o), alcohol
summary: cowboy danny in a western bar đ«
a/n: another scrap from the drafts click the title to hear the song
youâre head was pounding from the loud music in the bar. you had been practically dragged by your friends to go out with them because it had been months since the last time you had âlet loose and had funâ in their words. maggie and cass had been with you through everything you all loved eachother like sisters which is why maggie and cass had sat you down hours before this and told you that you needed to give yourself a break.
âhun all you do all day is work, you never go out, you never drink, you never have fun, itâs exhausting even to just watchâ you were sat on facetime them as they both watched you work on your computer even after you had gotten off of work. âmaggie is right girl you have got to get out.â a hum of agreement came from maggie before cass spoke up again âyou know what i think you need? i think you need to get laidâ âhey i didnât want to say it but definitely.â their words making you look over at your phone as it sat in propped up on a plant in the middle of your coffee table so that you could see a clear view of your friends on the facetime while laying on the couch doing your work. your hand reaching over to move your phone closer to you as you spoke âok well first of all rude and how do you guys know i donât have a secret man, i could be getting laid on the low and you wouldnât even know.â the call fell silent before maddie and cass laughed âtrust me we would know.â âwell why do you say thatâ you spoke scoffing softly at maggieâs reply. âyou canât keep a secret from us to save your lifeâ your eyes narrowing at the camera as your mouth shut because you knew cass was right. âwhateverâ your eyes rolling as you propped your phone back up. âok great so tonight at letâs say 10 at sunset bar is that good for everyone?â âyup sound perfect to meâ with your brows furrowed your head whipped over to the facetime once more âwait what? when did we-â âokay bye love you guys ill pick you guys up around 10 be ready!â maggie raising her voice to be sure you wouldnât be able to say no as she kissed the camera waving before hanging up, cass doing the same.
you groaned as you made your way through the crowd finally reaching the bar. you didnât really like going out in general and the fact that it was packed because itâs 11:30 pm on a friday didnât help. cass and mag were long off dancing with some randoms that they had found. your hand waving down the bartender before you ordered yourself a drink while moving to still on a stool as you waited. the sound of boots hitting the wooden dance floor echoing through the waves of loud country music from the live band on the stage. a wave of strong cologne making you turn to find him. your headache starting to fade when your eyes met, the bartender placing your drink in front of you before taking his order and walking off once more to begin making the drink. his head turned back over to you after he was done speaking to the bartender, âhi iâm danielâ his accent catching you off guard, your facial expression making him laugh as you greeted him with your name. âi take it you arenât from the U.S.?â you spoke trying to be louder then the music âno no iâm australian im just here for workâ he smiled at you as he spoke âoh really, what do you do?â a soft âumâ falling from him as he bit his lip looking away from you for a second as if he was thinking ânothing important but i just wanted to come over to you and say i think youâre really prettyâ a soft smile painting your lips as you took a sip of your drink âthank youâ his head nodding softly as he looked at you before paying the bartender for his drink. you watched as the glass met his lips, his adamâs apple moving as he swallowed making you cross your legs before clearing your throat. you drank the last bit of your drink before hopping off of your stool, moving to walk towards the dance floor slowly as you turned to him âso did you want to come dance with me or did you just want to keep watching meâ he smiled, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek before he put his glass down on the bar. his hand moving to your waist as he held you against his side while walking into the crowd of people dancing.
warnings: toxic!lando, cheating, toxic exâs, lando just being a diva and a manipulator đ„±
summary: this is a scrap đ
a/n: click on the title for the songggg
1:38 am
unknown number- i miss you.
unknown number- iâm sorry for everything baby
unknown number- please, i need to see you.
your phone brightness all the way down as you stared at the soft looming screen of texts in your dark room. alone in your bed at 1 am, you knew who this number was. at this point it was just a cycle. break up, go no contact, text, and then get back together. all your friends were against lando, always telling you he was terrible for you and that you deserved better but the truth was, you liked the thrill that came with lando. never a dull moment with him, always something. it was exhausting, yes, but exciting. it had been so long with this never ending toxic cycle that honestly if you even wanted to move on and have a healthy relationship with someone else you donât think you could. it was too late.
1:42 am
you- what about magui?
unknown number typingâŠ
the only reason it had taken this long for either one of you to break no contact is because lando had recently found a new toy to play with. magui, was her name. with a little research you found out that she was lando in girl form seeing as though she cheated on her ex boyfriend 3 times before he finally cut her off. which, just to point out, you thought was crazy because her ex boyfriend was extremely hot, or at least thatâs what you said when you were stalking her old instagram posts and found a photo of him tagged.
1:42 am
unknown number- sheâs not you.
you stared at the text for at least 5 minutes, your mind went blank. you were trying to talk yourself down but considering this was lando and not just some random guy, you obviously didnât listen to yourself.
1:49 am
unknown number- let me come see you
unknown number- let me make everything up to you.
1:51 am
you- okay.
and just like that, within the span of 15 minutes you hear a knock on your apartment door.
a/n: thinking about posting my drafts because all of my scraps are sooo goooodd i just canât finish them for the life of me
danny had a farm house in colorado. it was near beautiful mountains and miles of grassy land. during fall, the leaves on the trees turned different shades of orange and red, the land looked like something straight out of a bob ross painting. every year when the air turned crisp and the breeze cooled, he would take you up to colorado. just you and him. no one else existed come fall, days endlessly full of cooking together, cuddling together, sitting outside by a fire making smores together, and your favorite of all, sunset horse rides. daniel had two horses, his horse whom of which he named daniel after himself, and your horse aka eliora.
throughout the year itâs hardly ever just you and danny alone, so when it comes to autumn he is all in. he refuses to use his phone unless absolutely necessary, refuses to gives you anything less of his undivided attention. every night a home cooked dinner by dan is on the table, it always manages to bring a smile to your face when you walk into the kitchen to find him dancing around in his apron that reads âkiss the chefâ. the brown leaves on the trees the same shade as his eyes as you walk side by side, hot cocoâs in hand, both sharing one big blanket as it wraps around your body, his arm holding you against him.
a/n: just a tiny blurb click on the title to hear the song
the sun shined in through the window and onto your face as you held onto to the last bit of sleep you had in you. the sound of the sheets shuffling echoed right in your ear as you felt charles lay on top of you, waking you with gentle kisses to your neck, trailing up your jaw onto your cheek.
Writers block is the absolute worse. I just read one of my stories and HECK, HOW DID I DO THAT?!?! đđ Like, the 5 (not even half-way finished) drafts I have could get close to itt. Im just a perfectionist, someone help.
I would very much appreciate if someone could tell me how to get the motivation to write and not feel like shit while doing itđđ»ââïž
Y/n is so supportive and always taking care of lando the small and the big things but he unconsciously takes her for granted.
He is really stressed and becomes hurtful, when she achieved something in University or something, he forgets about it and makes her accomplishment feel small and belittles it compared to his. She really feels hurt and betrayed as she is always there for him.
Something along those lines but can you make sure he grovels and begs for forgiveness I want angst but also a happy ending.
what about me
ln4 x reader
warnings: angst, a toxic!lando moment we love to see it
a/n: this is such a good concept stop youâre an actual masterminddddd hope this is good enough to fulfill your vision and im also so sorry that it took me so long to post this i was trying to prefect it and make it everything my dreams are filled of so enjoy đââïžđ€đ€
how did it come to this. how could a relationship that was once so sweet turn so sour in what seemed like the blink of an eye. you had asked yourself this so much over the past few months that you had lost count.
when you had first met lando something between the two of you clicked, like there had been an invisible string connecting you two together all this time. lando was so utterly beautiful with his soft laughs, his lust filled eyes, and soft touches. he was so easy to fall in love with. he would surprise you with flowers and take you out on a date night every week no matter what, no matter how busy, no matter the weather, no matter the time.
it wasnât until 2 or 3 months ago that you had began to notice his sudden change in mood. it started with him forgetting the smallest of things like forgetting plans you had made or even just something as small as forgetting to be back on time at your shared apartment so that he could help with dinner. but of course the forgetfulness would turn into not having enough time for you or not making up for the things he told you he would.
âhey baby sorry iâm home late training was long todayâ his voice out of breath as he rushed around, kissing your forehead before moving past you towards his closet. âitâs okay babe, your actually here just on time to help me pick my dressâ a smile on your face as you held up two dress beside each other one black and the other a dark wine red to let him help you choose but he hadnât even bothered to look over yet, instead he dug through all of his dress shirts that were hanging in the closet. âdress? for what?â his brows furrowed as he looked over at you for a split second before focusing back on the black dress shirt he pulled off the hanger, taking the shirt he had on and replacing it with the fresh one button by button. âdate night remember? you were too tired last week and promised we would do it this weekâ his eyes finally meeting you for more than a millisecond as he button the bottom of the shirt, his once furrows brows now relaxing as his face shifted into a look of remembrance of his promise to you from last week, a sigh leaving his lips. your smile fading the moment you saw his face shift, you already knew what he was going to say because he had said the week before and the week before that and the week before that. âmy love i told carlos and a few other drivers that i would go get a drink with them, ill make it up to you,â he moved a few steps closer, cupping you face in his hands as he placed a kiss to your forehead âpromise.â and there it was, his favorite word, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say his favorite lie.
soon his excuses would become more obvious that they were just excuses. along with his tone turning more bitter by the day, his temper would show no matter what you said to him whether it be in a sweet tone or an irritated one, fights between you two would happen more often then you kissed, anything that was important to you wasnât important to him. you knew that he was stressed because of the new up coming season so you tried to give him a pass but when he had missed your college graduation you were fed up.
âi am there for you every race, every podium, and every accomplishment that you make but the one time, the one time i need you there for me and my accomplishments you donât show.â by the time your graduation ceremony and party were over night had fallen. you had come back to your shared apartment to find lando already home from where ever he was missing your graduation. he sat on the couch head down and in his hands out of disgust in himself for missing one of the most important moments in your life. graduation cap on the island in the kitchen beside your keys and phone, you standing in front of lando in a flowy white dress you had put on to purposefully look good in your pictures. you had never yelled like this not in your entire life, you were crying but not because you were sad, because you were furious. your name fell from his lips before he began to try and stutter out words. âim sâŠâ âno lando you donât get to talk, you donât get to try and make an excuse and lie to my face this time.â you couldnât tell if he was crying because he hadnât moved his hands away from his face and looked at you since he asked you where you had been and you told him your graduation. âeveryday, every single day i try so hard to tell myself that itâs ok, that i should just give you space, that itâs not your fault and that youâre just stressed but now i finally see that just because you are stressed does not give you a free pass to treat someone like shit let alone me of all people.â you didnât even care where he was or what he was doing during your ceremony because the only thing that mattered to you was that he was anywhere but there for you. you sighed, bringing your hand up to your wipe your tears as you breathed, your voice breaking from yelling as you spoke up once more âi canât do this anymore lando i canât keep trying for someone that doesnât care.â your words made his stomach drop and for the first time he looked up at you, his eyes red, tear stains on his cheeks âno. baby im so sorry you wouldnât even believe how sorry i am, i care love, i care so much, please we can fix thisâ he held your hands in his as he look into your eyes, your head began to shake softly before you pulled your hands out of his grasp âim sorry lando.â
that night you rented a hotel, you just wanted to be alone. you didnât pack a bag of clothes, you didnât bring anything other than what you had on, your phone, and your car keys. you knew he was texting you, you knew he was calling you desperately hoping for an answer. staring at the ceiling you felt drained. in the morning you had woken up to see 64 missed calls and 15 texts from lando. he had left you about a million voicemails.
please baby i messed up i know im sorry
i need you
iâm so sorry for everything rude that iâve ever said to you over the past few months. iâm sorry for all the times i made up shit excuses to skip our date nights i miss them. i miss you.
come back home iâll take you where ever you want to go baby
i love you so much it hurts to live without you, i should have never treated you badly in anyway i took everything you gave me for granted and if i could go back in time i would undo all of the shitty things i would.
i canât sleep without you with me
i donât know what iâll do with myself if you leave and never come back babe
please answer.
i can fix this, let me fix this, please just answer your phone
you have a right to be mad at me i know that, thatâs fine but just let me talk to you
i canât lose you.
the thought of us not being together makes my stomach turn please
tell me what you need anything.
pick up baby come on
i love you.
you spent a few days alone thinking. you hadnât responded to anyoneâs texts or calls for days. you had gone to the store to get a change of clothes and then went out to eat. you had needed a few days to yourself more than you thought, it was refreshing to not have to try and make conversation with someone, not having to argue with anyone about anything. you had felt better after a few days to yourself but eventually you had decided that you were ready to go back to the apartment. ready to talk.
when you opened the door he instantly shot up from the couch. it was dark in the apartment but you could see his eyebags from lack of sleep. you didnât say anything, closing the front door behind you before throwing your keys onto the island in the kitchen, dejavĂș from how you had come back from your party. you walked straight to the room, grabbing a change of clothes before you went to the bathroom to take a shower.
when you had gotten out of the shower and changed you walked back out to the kitchen. you were met with him sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, elbows on table, and hands interlocked in silence. you moved to sit in the stool next to him.
âi care.â his voice cracking and echoing through the quiet and dark apartment. âi need you to know that i care,â he spoke slowly, letting a silence fall before speaking again a few time. âand i need you to know that the thought of us not being together keeps me up at night.â his eyes locked on his fingers picking at one another while you glanced over at him every now and then. âwhen you left i saw how much i took you for granted. how much i didnât appreciate every time you smiled at me, every time you kissed me, even just your mere presence.â a sniffle coming from him before he continued âi donât want us to end. i love you more than iâve ever loved anyone in my entire life and i donât think that i would be able to live with myself if we broke up. i know ive broken all of my promises to you but please believe me when i tell you that i will do better. let me make up for every wrong thing iâve done to you please im begging you.â his body was now fully turned to face you, his hands in your lap as he looked at you with tearful eyes so raw from how much he had cried. âi want us to work, but that can happen if you donât put the effort into our relationship again.â âi know, i know, i swear that i will make time for you again, ill take you out, ill go to all of your important things, ill do anything for youâ âokâ the soft nod of your head as you spoke bringing a relieved breath to travel through landoâs lips before they met the back of your hand. âthank you, im going to make up every broken promise i made to youâ placing a soft kiss on your forehead he wrapped you in his arms, heart pounding so fast you could hear it through his chest. âi love you.â âi love you too lan.â
a/n: shhhhhhhh wdym i havenât posted in a week you donât know what you are talking abt, it was all a dream youâre delusionallll đŽđŽđŽ also bye this is like my longest fic i literally but my blood sweat and tears into this and im STILL working on requests đ
Hii!!đđ» Could you write a scenario where Gavi doesn't like being pampered by his teammates at all but when Y/N is the one pampering him, he lets her and smiles like a fool, which causes jokes and protests from the other boys? Something fluffy đđ
pampered
gavi x reader
warnings: just a bunch of fluffff
a/n: i love love love this idea itâs so cute and literally itâs just so gavi also very excited cause this is my first soccer fic so i hope you enjoyyy (i did my best) đ€đ€
usually you would always go to most of gaviâs trainings even though you wouldnât really do anything except sit watching, occasionally go on your phone, and maybe do some work but you went anyway because gavi had told you he liked you being there. you would bring lunch for after his practice for the both of you because you knew he always got hungry but today you werenât there because you had lost track of time. you had accidentally left 20 minutes late so you were rushing to go get lunch and then head to the field.
a/n: not me finally writing a happy fic đđ hope you liked it hope this was a least a little bit of what you had in mind and as always give your feedback, if you want to be added to my taglist just lmk and yeah more fics to come love youuu đ€đ€
warnings: google translate french, age gap, only 2 years
summary: your best friends brotherâŠ
wc: girl idk either
a/n: here is a scrap for yall because i havenât been posting, new stuff coming soon im just busy rn đ€đ€
youâve been best friends with arthur leclerc since before you could remember. itâs always been you two against the world. your memories of childhood were filled with that of endless weekends and weeks at the leclercâs. arthurâs mom, pascale, always said that you were like having the daughter she never got and she gladly welcomed you with open arms everytime you went over to their house.
since young, youâve always took a liking to a certain leclerc. you and arthur would always go to the track to watch charles kart. everytime arthur would groan and say âthis is so boringgggg, allons faire autre choseâ *let's do something else* in attempts to try and convince you to sneak away with him to go do something more entertaining but it never worked. you always just simply said ânon arthur, pascale said reste ici.â *stay here* you were telling the truth about pascaleâs words but not about why you truly wanted to stay and watch the karts rush by.
charles was 2 years older than you. he never wanted to hang around you and arthur because he claimed you guys were âbabiesâ but as you all slowly grew older and matured he hung around you two a little more each day. pascale was aware of your feelings for charles and would always smile everytime she saw you two interact for even just a second.
charles would always find it annoying how you would go to his races and congratulate him no matter if he won or lost. he hated how not only you but arthur also would always try to tag along with him when you were all teens. ânon you are just a little kid you canât go to parties.â âiâm sixteen charles im not little anymore. stop acting like you can make me do whatever you want just by the wave of your finger.â âyou are not coming. thatâs it end of discussion.â he slammed the front door in your face, leaving before you could argue back about the halloween party. âwhat a dickâ you muttered to the door in front of you âyou want to watch hocus pocus?â arthur sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, he didnât try to help you argue with charles because he already knew that it wasnât going to work in your favor in the end. âfine.â you snatched the bowl of popcorn from arthur as you sat down next to him, stuffing a fist full of popcorn in your face. âcould have just askedâ arthur spoke with his now empty hands up in the air since you took the bowl.
itâs been a few years since you last saw charles, heâs had been preoccupied with his growing career, going into f1 now. you still actively hung out with arthur and still saw him almost everyday if not every week. you thought about charles often, especially after that last night you saw him, your 18th birthday.
âcharlie you came!â the music in the club loud, your voice barley enough to hear over the music. âyeah iâm the one who drove you hereâ he laughed softly, catching you as you stumbled, his hand coming to the small of your back, wrapping around your waist. âiâm 18 nowâ your voice softer now, he leaned down to hear you, your faces close as you looked up at him. âi know happy birthday mon amourâ he smiled softly, his dimples deep, you could hardly see his face in the dark place. âiâm a real adult now.â you hand coming up to rest on his cheek, he didnât move it away but his smile drifted away. âcome on charâ he knew what you were doing, his head shook softly. âiâm too old for youâ he spoke softly, he knew he wanted you as bad as you had wanted him all these years but he refused to let himself take the risk of breaking you. your hand caressing his cheek as you stared up at him, your name falling from his lips in a serious tone. you mocked his expression, repeating your own name before pushing yourself off of him. âyouâre no funâ a small pout on your lips as you walked away from him stumbling over your own feet. he didnât let himself go after you.
now you were 22 and thriving. you had a big breakup that changed you for the better a little over a year ago and now you were at your prime and so was arthur and his career in racing. you often went to support him and cheer him on from the side but you would be lying if you didnât admit that a small part of you hoped that charles would be there everytime you went.
your phone screen lit up on the coffee table in front of you. it was 2 in the morning and you were watching random movies on netflix to try and help yourself to go to sleep (it was not working at all.) your phone rang in your hand as you squinted your eyes at the sudden brightness in the dark living room. âhello?â you didnât know whoâs phone call you just picked up because of the brightness blinding you, not allowing you to read the contact name. âsalut bicheâ *hi doe* the familiar voice sounding drowsy and unclear as he spoke. âcharles? are you ok?â âyeah yeah im great definitely okâ he was drunk. you could tell by the way he spoke, the slurred words mixing together and the non stop laughter here and there. âchar where are youâ you sat up the moment you realized he was intoxicated, rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes and pausing the tv. âhow come you never call me?â you went silent the question making your stomach turn. âça me manque de te parler mon amourâ *i miss talking to you my love*
it was 2:45 in the morning and you were in your car on your way to some random bar to pick up charles. âwhat the fuck am i doingâ you groaned as you rubbed your tired eye bags at the red stop light before turning the corner. your gps telling you âyouâve arrived at your destinationâ as you pulled into the parking lot. you saw charles sitting on the steps of the now what you would assume closed bar. your car door closing behind you before you walked over to charles sitting on the steps with his head in his hands, the cold breeze biting your skin through your hoodie. he looked up at you with the most gut wrenching look on his face, tears in his eyes, he stayed quiet as you wrapped your arms around him. your heart broke the second you hear him begin to sob against your hoodie, holding on for dear life as he sat on the steps, you in front of him standing, his face against your stomach. âshhhh câest okâ *itâs ok* your voice soft as you kneeled down to hold his face in your hands, you blew a soft breeze onto his face to cool him down as if he were an upset child. your thumbs wiping away the tears stuck in his eyelashes. it took everything in you to not cry when you saw him sob against you. you had taken him back to your apartment you let him stay there for the night and in the morning when he woke there you stood, in the kitchen making him breakfast.
a/n: i hate to break yâallâs hearts but yall are not getting a part 2 to this đđ
summary: your older brotherâs best friend charles always flirted with you but just to get under your brothers skin and annoy him as a joke or at least thatâs what you told yourself everytime
wc: ?
a/n: yall i like this trope wayyyyyyy too much⊠also f2 charles has my heart âčïžđ€
you were in the kitchen peacefully minding your own business in your hoodie while making mac and cheese when the sound of the front door squeaking made you turn your head. it was currently midnight, 12:45 if we wanted to be exact. nearly 1 in the morning when your brother luca and his best friend of 19 years charles walked through the front door laughing and shushing eachother to be quiet.
warnings: google translate, nothing else really just fluff
word count: ?
summary: maybe that summer fling from monaco wasnât just a summer fling.
a/n: the ending to my last fic was so terrible so i hope this makes up for it, also this is part 2 of salvatore so enjoy đ€đ€đ€đ€ click on the title for the song
you and charles had called, facetimed, and texted nonstop over the next few weeks after that first phone call you got from him. he loved listening to you talk wether it was about your day or wether you were giving him a haul of things you had gotten when you were out shopping it didnât matter he just loved hearing your voice. he would talk to you about how his training was going and how excited he was to get back on the track for the new racing season. every friday night you would both take turns teaching each other how to cook a new meal on facetime, the lastest one was pesto pasta taught to you by charles.
âand then you drain the pasta and add the pesto with a little bit of waterâ he spoke, draining the pasta out into his sink before walking back over to the kitchen counter. âhow much water like that much?â âun peu plusâ *a little more* he looked up at the computer screen a good distance away to make sure it didnât get any water or pesto on it. âbien?â your own eyes glancing up at him on the screen. âperfectoâ he smiled, kissing his fingers like an old italian man. âthank you chef charlesâ a laugh leaving your lips âokay now wineâ with a clap of his hands his voice trailed off as he walked out of the frame before coming back with a bottle of red wine in hand. you both pouring yourself a a glass of wine before he held it up to the screen. âcheers mon amourâ *my love*
for valentineâs day he sent you a bouquet of 100 red and white roses with a note that read âroses almost as beautiful as you, from yours charles.â along side the roses he sent you chocolate covered strawberries and a stuffed bear wearing a red ferrari suit with the number 16 on the back.
âdid you like it?â âi loved it charlie merci.â âi want to see you. come to the next race in monaco, i can pay for the flight and everything jâai juste besoin de te voirâ *i just need to see you* he bit at his bottom lip as he spoke into the phone that was held to his ear. it was dark but the lights around the track lit up the entire place, he was there checking it out with carlos and the rest of the drivers as they always did before every race. âcharles are you sure i mean..â âyes im sure, please i must see you.â
he flew you out to monaco that same night, bought you the plane ticket without a single second thought in his mind. you arrived in monaco at four in the morning. he waited for you there at the airport. he wasnât in the slightest bit tired all he could think about was holding you.
summary: the new yearâs eve party didnât end how you were expecting it to but you werenât complaining because you got a night youâd never forget out of it.
a/n: this is part 2 of i wasted like half of my summer trying to hold on your hand (long ass title đ) and yâall i had started writing a completely different draft of this but i really didnât like how it was turning out so i started all over and came up with this instead so thatâs why itâs taken so long for this second part to come out and i still donât really like it but itâs fine enjoy ig đđ
that night, charles had begged you to go to the new yearâs eve party with him. carlos, a friend of you both and charlesâs teammate, was throwing the party. charles had begged you to come because you had always spent new years together, getting drunk, and celebrating.
that night, something felt different between you and charles. the way his hand would rest on the small of your back, exposed because of the cut of your dress. the way you would feel him stealing glances at you when you were in or listening to the conversation that was being had amongst the group of friends, drivers, and teammates. how your thighs clenched when charles stood next to you, leaning down to your ear, his voice sending a shock down your entire body when he whispered to you, âletâs go.â
that night, your heart was pounding in the backseat of the uber charles had called because you two were both way too drunk to drive. your hands being crushed in between your clenched thighs. the feeling of his own hand trailing over to you thigh making a knot in your stomach. you didnât look over at him, you couldnât. your eyes stayed glued to the window beside you.
that night, when you two arrived at his house you put 16 feet of space between you two when he unlocked his front door. âi have to go to the bathroomâ you spoke after you started walking away and down the hall, to the right. you locked the bathroom door behind you, putting cold water on your neck because you were overheated. i canât fuck charles. itâs charlesâŠitâs charles. your thoughts running a marathon as you looked into the mirror. but that exactly why i can fuck charles. because it charles.
that night that replays in your head, everything he did, every soft whisper of french he said, the quiet i love you that he whispered to you after he had thought you fell asleep.
in the morning you had woken up to the sound of text notifications from his phone. he was still asleep, arms wrapped around you, head buried into the crook of your neck, you could feel his soft breath. you tried to ignore it you swear but the notifications just kept coming. you reached over, grabbing his phone before your eyes were met with texts and missed calls from âaleđ€â he had told you that he met a girl recently, alexandra, and that he liked her and thought he would try something with her. the alcohol had consumed your decency last night. you had forgotten about her. a sudden knot of guilt and disgust in yourself grew in your stomach, you didnât read the texts you just put his phone back and left. it broke your heart to think of how you had just left him there like a random one night stand but you couldnât stand to be there when he woke up. later that day he called you, asking why you didnât stay, you didnât answer him. âlast night shouldnât have happened charles.â you were met with silence from his end of the phone call âwe should forget it,â you could feel the tears in the back of your throat as the words came out of your mouth. the breath that you heard him let out made you want to throw up and break out into tears. âiâm sorry charlieâ you hung up before he could say anything so that you could cry.
âremember?â charles staring down at you. âthat was you who said that. you.â you swallowed back the tears that were coming up your throat once more just like you did then. it wasnât your place to be jealous of his relationship and it wasnât your place to tell him that you regret not telling him that you loved him too. âhave you ever thought that maybe i just donât want to talk to you?â your own words ripping you apart from the inside out. the look on his face was just enough to tell you how low his heart dropped.
a/n: yo i just made myself cry but anyways hereâs part 2 finally um a lot of yall wanted a part 2 to salvatore so lmk if i should actually do that or do a new fic (maybe a happier one đ„Č) or even like part 3 to this even though i have zero clue where i would take this but yeah just let me know your thoughts and opinions love yaaaaa đ€đ€đ€đ€
summary: you, a college student on her summer break in monaco, meet a man who makes your summer one that you would never forget.
a/n: wrote this bc all i can think abt when i see this man is the song salvatore by lana del rey. also i am currently writing part 2 of my last post so here is this to hold yall off bc i have no clue when that will be ready đ„° click on the title for the song
he was unreal. his lips soft and sweet. his eyes green and hypnotic. and his voice oh his voice, like a song that could put you into a trance, making you do what he pleased. oh what you would give to go back to that small town in monaco, to go back to those night that seemed endless with that man. he was like a dream, a figment of your imagination.
you had met at a small club, packed with people and beautiful women he chose you. the way his hand gripped at your waist as he leaned down to whisper in your ear had already had you squeezing your thighs together. he looked down at you with a smug smirk on his lips after he asked you to come back to his place with him. his fingers pushing pieces of your hair behind your ear before he placed a kiss to your hand after you had nodded your head yes.
your memories of the last three months were that of his sheets, his smile, and the feeling of being with him. you would argue that it was the best summer of your life but the only bad thing about it was the fact that you had to keep it all to yourself. you had tried to tell your friends about him but all they did was laugh and call you delusional for âclaiming that you spent the summer with the charles leclercâ
zoning out in class you would find yourself being frequently brought back to the memory of waking up to the sun peaking through the small balcony into his room. the sound of humming and the smell of breakfast leading you towards the kitchen where he stood cooking in nothing but his boxers. the soft french love songs playing from the old timey radio in the window seal crowding your hearing. âgood morning belle,â *beautiful* you could practically hear his smile as you wrapped your arms around his bare waist from behind, your body covered with nothing more but underwear and a shirt you had taken from his closet. âhowâd you sleepâ his voice soft and raspy, he hummed out his words with his morning voice. his body turning around to you, his hands coming up to cup your face before he planted a soft kiss to your lips, a faint smack sound from your lips connecting echoed. âvraiment bienâ *really good* a small smile painting your lips âoh yeah?â he whispered softly, your smile contaminating his own lips as he smirked, kissing you once more. âi made you breakfastâ he muttered between kisses. âwhatâd you make meâ your lips parted as you looked over to the pan at what he was cooking, a smile and laugh slipping from your mouth. âaw how cute, chocolate chip pancakesâ his brows furrowed as if he was offended by your belittling of his pancakes. âwhatâs wrong with chocolate chip pancakes?â âno, nothing itâs just cuteâ âhow are chocolate chip pancakes cute?â you laughed at his seriousness, apparently he was very sensitive about chocolate chip pancakes. you shrugged your shoulders softly âjust, last time i had them i was like five years oldâ âoh well if you donât want them you donât have to eat them i just thought you kno..â âi love them charles merci.â his rant about pancakes made you smile, it was adorable.
you would never forget the night that you both parted ways. he kissed you with so much passion and held you like he never wanted to let go. âje tâaimeâ *i love you* his words from weeks ago still echoing in your thoughts. je tâaime. je tâaime. his number saved in your phone, you waited for the day that you would look over at your phone to see âcharles sent you a textâ
a/n: yall did i eat or did i eat lmk đ also if you want to be added to my taglist just tell me and i got you
i wasted like half of my summer trying to hold on your hand
charles leclerc x reader
part II
warnings: google translate french
word count: my guess is as good as yours
summary: you and charles have known each other your entire life, your momâs are best friends so you two were born same year, few months apart meaning youâve spent every waking moment that you can remember, together. youâve always felt something deeper than a platonic friendship bond with charles, but maybe you were just insane, right?
a/n: hey guyssssss so this is my first fic ever, i actually tried so please give feedback but like nicely đđđ and also no hate to alexandra mleux love her sm she is so beautiful, her and charles are adorable everything is just for the plot! btw your last name is now oakley click on the title for the song
the sound of seagulls squawking and the fresh air of the water consuming your senses. you were currently on a traditional leclerc and oakley summer vacation with your family, the oakleyâs, and your best friendâs family, the leclercâs. these vacations happened every year and this year you all decided to keep it simple and stay in your home town monte carlo, monaco. to say that your home town was beautiful is an understatement. you loved everything about monaco, the breeze, the water, the food, and most importantly the freedom from stress.
âeverything good?â arthur, the younger brother of charles, spoke out quietly wanting to keep the conversation between you and him. âmhmâ a weak hum was the reply that made you two fall silent for a few moments. âsi cela vous fait vous sentir mieux, i didnât know she was coming eitherâ *If it makes you feel better* he spoke, nudging your shoulder with his arm gently. arthur was always aware of your feelings for charles, and how they werenât typically feelings that you would feel for a best friend. arthur was observant and all he had to do was sit back and connect the very obvious dots to figure out that you were most definitely in love with charles, even if you didnt want to admit it to yourself yet, he knew. âthink im best friends with the wrong brotherâ your head shifting, your cheek now lying on your arms as you faced him, a faint smile painting your lips. âi think itâs a little late for that,â a laugh falling from his lips as he nodded his head.
a/n: cliffhanger cause i live for the drama đ„șđ„șđ„ș (im using this emoji as a joke guys please im just kidding đ) anyways again tell me all of your thoughts give me feedback this is my first ever fan fic yall im so proud ngl, but love you i hope you enjoyed and if this doesnât do terrible then maybe ill make a second part đ«°đđ«°
