pairing: charles leclerc x reader
word count: 2k words
request: yes/no, by an anon: "number 50 fluff and 10 angst!! maybe a situation where reader is a normal person but doesn’t feel worthy of their partner after some comment is made by someone in the paddock or another driver? maybe with lando or charles?" i chose charles for this and also changed it up a tiny bit, i hope that's okay!!!!!
prompt: fluff 50: "stay" & angst 10: "how was i such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?" from this prompt list.
warnings: angst, fluff, language, sad!charles (sorry).
a/n: a few weeks ago i saw this post and thought 'nooo, i'll write something very fluffy and sweet with charles.' yet here i am. not proofread!
my masterlist // click here to read part two
(umm... hello? sir???)
you never meant to fall in love with someone famous. you didn't even know who he was when you met.
it was something straight out of a cheesy rom com movie. you, rushing out of the busy coffee shop, he wasn't looking where he was going. you spilled your coffee all over your clothes and his, both of you apologizing at the same time.
"i'm so sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going!"
"no, it's on me, i was rushing out and didn't see you,"
you hurriedly pulled out a napkin and began patting his abs over his shirt, blushing hard when you realized what you were doing and apologized even more. he chuckled, shaking his head and still saying it was his own fault. you ended up buying each other's coffee, as you were both too stubborn to let the other pay for both.
his green eyes were the first thing you noticed about him. they captivated you from the very first moment, shining brightly underneath the sunlight, so clear you could almost see your reflection.
you met again a few days later, you were sitting on one of the sofas catching up on work when someone sat next to you.
"no more spilled coffee, please," he said, and suddenly he had your undivided attention. you exchanged numbers, and as the weeks went by texts turned to calls, to video chats, to dates.
you'd been shocked to find out that he was a famous racing driver, and even more when he told you he drove for ferrari. you imagined the kind of fame and pressure that came with that title.
whenever charles went away for a race you made sure to send him a good luck text early that morning. your heart beating quickly inside your chest whenever the cameras were focused on him. it took a really terrifying crash for you to finally admit that what you felt was more than just a friendship. the first time you met after the crash, you'd wrapped your arms around him, pulling him so incredibly close to you, eyes frantically scanning his figure for any injury. he assured you he was fine, and promised he'd be more careful from then on.
he took the first step, gently lifting your face as tears streamed down your cheeks. the first touch of his lips on yours was soft, testing the waters to see if that was okay. you gave in almost instantly.
"i've been wanting to do that for so long," he'd confessed.
then, a few months later, you had been a little hesitant at first to accompany him to a grand prix weekend, it was all still fairly new and delicate. you knew your feelings for him were true, and you trusted him blindly, but you didn't want to rush into things and have everything burn down in flames.
but, he seemed so excited, he was smiling hard as he explained everything that happened in the paddock, the garages and the team's motorhome.
you felt nervous as you looked down at your vip pass, you felt so out of place, but charles' eyes felt like home, they made you feel safe. so, together, you walked to the ferrari hospitality, where they'd upgraded your pass so you could walk freely anywhere you wanted throughout the weekend.
charles introduced you to everyone. pr people, mechanics and engineers, and the other drivers as well. you heart was doing somersaults inside your chest every time he introduced you as his girlfriend. his hand on your waist was a reminder that he was taking this as seriously as you did.
two pairs of eyes stared at you, their eyes narrowed as they scanned your every move. a tall, blonde one, julie. and a redhead, lisa. you knew they were only nice to you because of your relationship with charles, and you could tell by the way they eyed him up and down, they wanted you out of the picture.
your attendance to the races were not as frequent as either of you would've hoped. but, you lived a normal life, with normal job and responsibilities. that made the time you got to spend together even more special, he basked in the sight of you with headphones and a red jacket, standing on his side of the garage, looking wide-eyed at everything going on around you.
that was a sight he never got tired of, even now, as you stand next to him, his arm possessive and protective around your waist. you were in the factory at maranello for a lavish gala. you couldn't help but feel a little out of place, surrounded by all the glitz and glamour that came with charles.
"i'm nervous," you admitted.
"i'm right here, mon ange. i'm not going anywhere," he said as he lifted your hand, kissing your knuckles.
he kept his promise, wherever he went, he was quick to drag you with him, introducing you to everyone you saw and showing off all your accomplishments to everyone who'd listen. you just felt your cheeks warming under his proud stare.
"i need to use the restroom," you whispered in his ear after saying goodbye to one of the sponsors.
"i'll walk you," he said, taking your hand and leading you to a hallway. but just as you were about to step away someone called charles' name. you both turned, seeing mattia waving his hand, asking him to come over.
"you go, i'll find my way there."
"i'll be right here," he reassured you. you kissed his cheek, he squeezed your hand in return before you went your separate ways.
you gathered the fabric of your long, gold dress, -a gift from charles, of course- as you finished doing your business. you leaned your back against the stall door, taking your phone out of your clutch bag and replying to some work e-mails and texts.
"did you see her? i still cannot believe he'd date someone like her," you heard someone coming in, high heels clicking against the floor.
"i know. do you know how many times i've tried to shoot my shot with him? but i know it's only a matter of time. charles leclerc is not the type to settle for things less than him. i heard from julie that he was thinking about having a 'serious talk' with her after tonight." another girl, who you recognized as lisa, said.
"do you think they're breaking up?" the first woman spoke.
"i think so, we'll just have to wait and see. plus, i invited him to my birthday party next week and he said yes without a second thought." the second girl added.
"woah, banging charles leclerc would be a great birthday present, don't you think?"
"i've already bought new lingerie for that day."
your heart broke, tears filled your eyes when you realized they were talking about you. and charles. your charles. no, not yours. not anymore, apparently.
you waited for them to leave the restroom, leaving you with tears on the corner of your eyes. you walked out of the stall, grabbing a tissue and wiping the tears away. with one last look in the mirror, you stepped out of the restroom, fearful of what might wait for you on the other side.
it had been too long, charles noticed, since you left for the restroom. his eyes scanned the busy room, looking for a glimpse of your sparkly gold dress. he took his phone out, sending you a quick text asking where you were, if everything was okay.
five minutes passed and he got no reply, he excused himself and made the walk to the restroom. he knocked, called out your name but got no response. he walked back, too busy in his thoughts. someone touched his shoulder, bringing him out of the thoughts rushing through his head.
"have you seen (y/n)?" he asked carlos, who was looking at his teammate with concern on his face.
"not for a while, why?" the spaniard asked.
"she left for the restroom about ten minutes ago and i haven't seen her since," charles said, pressing his phone to his ear, your sweet voice asking him to leave a voicemail replaced the bothersome beeping sound. "she's not answering her phone." a frown was settled on the monegasque's forehead.
"i'll help you find her, come on. i'm sure she's alright, mate," carlos tried to calm the young man down, clapping his shoulder as they walked.
charles made his way outside whilst carlos strolled through the many hallways. the night was cold, he could feel it even with his suit jacket on, he made a mental note to give it to you when you left. there were people outside, chatting, smoking, none of them had (y/e/c) eyes and a gold dress. he groaned each time his call went to voicemail, tapping the red button before dialing your number again.
in the distance, he saw a figure standing by the entrance of the factory. he ran toward it without a second thought, his shiny shoes hitting the cobblestone beneath his feet, that caught your attention.
you wished you'd never turned, for he ran faster until he stood next to you, you flinched as his fingers grabbed your forearm.
"where have you been, amour? i've been looking everywhere for you," he said, taking off his jacket and he handed it to you, but you didn't take it, instead, you turned your back on him. "amour?" he said. you told yourself you wouldn't cry. you cursed all the uber drivers who had cancelled your trip.
"i have to go," you said.
"then let's go. what happened? is everything okay?" he tried to take one step closer.
"i... i can't do this. i have to go." you said, refusing to meet his eyes.
"what's going on?" he asked, you shook your head.
"stupid... so stupid," you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your head in exasperation.
"(y/n)..."
"how was i so stupid... how was i such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?" you said, letting the tears fall.
"what? i... of course i love you! why... where is this coming from?"
"charles! (y/n)! hey, is everything okay?" carlos yelled, rushing to you.
"no, mate. it's not-"
"i need to go. carlos, can i go with you?" you asked, feeling helpless.
"(y/n), we have to talk. why are you doing this?"
"i don't want to get in the middle of whatever's going on here," carlos said, taking a few steps back.
"no, please. i... i can't be here, i can't do this anymore. please, i need to leave," you pleaded. your eyes met worried green ones, and your heart shattered when you realized you were the cause for his pain, but yet again, he was the reason for yours.
charles stepped toward you, but you backed away, moving your arm when he tried to touch you.
"okay, i can drive you wherever you want." carlos agreed as he saw the way you acted toward charles. there was clearly something going on between you two, and as much as he didn't want to get involved, carlos knew the three of you would be better if you were with someone you knew, someone trustworthy.
"(y/n)... stay. we can talk about this, i don't know what i did, but i'm sorry. i don't... fuck, what even is going on right now?" he said. "just... stay."
you left charles behind, he felt like you were taking all his strength with you, feeling weaker every time you took a step away from him.
"(y/n)... you know i love you like a sister, and as your honorary older brother i'm going to give you space to clear your thoughts, but you and i are going to talk about what happened back there," carlos said as you stepped into his apartment. you felt self-conscious as you said hello to isa, the beautiful girl was quick to envelope you in a hug.
"i know. thank you, carlos, isa. i- i just needed to get away from... all that,"
you slept on the couch, your phone kept ringing each minute, a new text from charles.
you turned off your phone, ready to leave the night behind.
you didn't expect to find that familiar pair of green eyes staring at you when you woke up.
Summary : A jealous Mick could lead to the confession you've been dying to hear.
Warnings : none i think ?
Words count : +4.2K
A/N : Thanks to the lovely anon that requested this ! Hope you all enjoy🌻
PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! Plus it's not proofread yet💛
not my gif, credits to the owner !
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"I hate neck exercices", you complained once again during your workout session with your trainer and Mick.
"Really ? You didn't mention it !", the swissman man answered, faking a gasp. You rolled your eyes and took a towel to get rid of the wet sensation around your face and neck.
"Alright kids, I'm leaving. Please, Y/N, don't kill yourself trying something new", your physio said, and left laughing to himself. Soon enough, Mick joined him.
"And what are you laughing about ?", you looked straight into Mick blue eyes. You stared at them for too long, and could feel your cheeks starting to burn.
Truth was : you were deep deep deep in love with the one and only Mick Schumacher. You met him at the Ferrari Driver Academy. You arrived in F3 while he was in F2. He immediately took you under his wing, always protecting to you and making sure you were okay. He'd watch your races and give you advices, probably the reason why you were actually leading the championship. You hang out with him all the time, where one was the other followed. He was so sweet and so nice to you, it didn't take much effort from him for you to fall in love with him. Everything he was doing drove you crazy.
"Not at you", he joked around. You looked away quickly, not wanting him to see your pinky cheeks.
The other truth : Mick was unaware of your feelings for him. That was something you didn't plan on changing. His friendship was so precious and you refused to risk it. You'd rather have a part of him than nothing at all.
"Lost in your thoughts ?", he asked, sudden concern in his voice. Always so caring.
"Yeah, sorry. I think I'm getting tired", you smiled lightly, still not meeting his eyes.
"Hey, schatz, is everything okay ?"
That nickname. One day, it'll be the death of you. You loved hearing him calling you this way, it rolled so easily from his beautiful lips, but it also ripped your heart out. It reminded you of what you will never have.
"Earth to Y/N ?", he insisted, this time sitting next to you. He pushed his shoulder against yours.
"Yeah, it's all alright", you told him. Hiding your feelings for him was eating you alive.
"You know you can talk to me", he assured you.
You couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. Hey Mick, do you wanna know what's weighting on me ? My freaking love for you ! Stupid.
"Did you just laugh at me ?", he was dumbfounded.
"No, no, no", you panicked. "I wasn't. There's just a lot of things going through my mind right now. It feels heavy", you opened up a little.
"Pressure. I know what it feels like, my name's not really helping."
Mick rarely talked about his father, he was really private with his feelings about this situation. You always respected it, but still making sur he knew he could tell you things if he wanted.
"But you're doing extremely fine, Y/N. Look at everything you're achieving, it's fucking impressive. You're so brave, and you're going to thrive. You're leading the championship, do you realize that ?", he placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You whole body shivered when you felt his fingers against your skin.
"I'm proud of you, and I know you're going to make me even prouder", he said.
It wasn't weird for the both of you to be so close. Your friendship had always been like that. You were a touchy person, and so was he.
"I'm so glad your in my life", you told him honestly, fearing it sounded a bit like a confession.
"Pleasure's mine", he sais getting up. He reached out for you hand. "C'mon, let's leave this place", he winked at you.
You went separate ways just to change. You dressed as quickly as you could, but still he was waiting for you outside.
"How can you change that fast ? I literally was Lightning McQueen !", you told him.
"Talent", he replied with a big smile.
"Fuck off", you walked past him.
When you arrived to the gym, it was hot and sunny. But the weather changed so fast, now it was all grey. Suddenly, it poured rain. Mick put his jacket over your head.
"C'mon, I'm taking you to my place !", he shouted. You lived pretty far away from the gym, it wasn't an issue since you loved to walk. Well, it was a problem when rain joined the party.
You ran with Mick in the streets, laughing like two idiots. You arrived at his little combo, completely breathless. You threw your bag in a corner, making your way in the kitchen to get some water. Mick was quicker than you and gave you a glass. You thanked him before drinking it all.
"Wow, easy tiger", you laughed a little.
"I was dehydrated", you tried to justify yourself poorly.
"You wanna take a shower ?", you nodded your head really fast. A hot and steamy shower was probably what you needed most right now. If the guy proposing it didn't count.
"Just let your clothes at the door, I'll put them in the dryer, and let you some of my clothes ? You'll be warm and comfy", he said so casually, your eyes widened. "The shower glass isn't transparent, I promise I won't see anything", he said while leaving for his bedroom.
You took all the courage you could gather and went in his bathroom. Everything was aligned perfectly, it looked like Mick so much. His perfume was there, the one scent you would never get tired of. You got rid of your wet clothes and hopped in the shower. You turned the water on.
"Y/N, can I come in ?", you heard Mick asked through the door.
"Yeah", your stress level got higher, reaching a point it doesn't even do when you're racing. You wished so bad he'd join you.
"You can use my stuff if you want", he said before shutting the door again. You did as you were told, and hugged yourself in Mick's scent.
You finished to clean up and put on his clothes. It was so comfy, you could easily wear that all day.
"Feeling warmer ?", Mick asked you. He was sitting on his couch, changed into new clothes and looking up at his phone.
"Yeah", you looked outside the window, seeing how rain was still falling. You feared storm will soon join the party. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight ? I don't feel safe walking back that late and-", you got lost in your explanations.
"You're always welcome here, no apology", he gestured you to come next to him. You went laying close to him, but still letting a space between the both of you.
"Do you wanna talk ?", he asked you, referring to the convo you just had.
"I'm fine, really, don't worry", you marked a pause. "I just wanna enjoy the next GP and not overthink too much... If my brain let me !", you joked. Mick laughed a little.
"Don't let him a choice then. For tonight, let's not think about it. Movie ?", he proposed.
You enjoyed watching a movie with him, snuggling closer when the weather outside started to get worse and worse. You were falling asleep on his shoulder.
"Schatz, hey Y/N", Mick whispered to you. "You need to go to bed, c'mon", he said and carried you in his bed.
He put you down and wrapped you under the covers.
"Goodnight, Y/N", he told you before escaping the bedroom.
"Mick, where are you going ?", you asked sleepy.
"I'm taking the couch -"
"We can share", you patted the spot next to you and drifted off to sleep.
When you woke up, Mick was already up. You joined him in the kitchen. After taking a quick breakfast, he accompanied you to your flat.
On the way back, you received a text.
"Oh my god !", you screamed happily. Mick smiled because of your sudden burst of energy.
"What's going ?", he asked.
"One of my friend is coming to see me during the next GP ! It's freakin amazing, I haven't seen him in so long", you were beyond happy.
Cam was your bestfriend. You grew up together in your small town. Ever since you joined F3, it got harder and harder to see each other. Every occasion you could spend together, it would be used. He was the male version of you. You couldn't wait to show him everything during the GP. It would also mean that he would met Mick. Your two favorite boys meeting, it was an absolute dream.
"I can't wait ! I'll introduce him to you, you'll see, he's sooo funny" you told Mick.
You didn't notice how the other driver shut down ever since you mentioned Cam. He got really quiet.
"Good for you", he just said.
The GP arrived in the blink of an eye. You were so excited. Cam was with you almost every minute of it, exception made of when you were driving. But one presence left a hole in you. Mick. He didn't show up at all in your garage like he always do. You weren't thinking much of it. You just thought he was tired, or way too focused on his own race.
You won your race, and celebrate it with your whole team. You quickly went to change and joined Cam, who was waiting for you in the hospitality.
"You are a freakin beast, Y/N Y/L/N !", he said laughing.
"Thanks, I gave it all for you", you winked and gave him a hug, like you always did.
The both of you stayed inside a little to chat. Soon, your stomach started to demand food, and you both agreed on a take out in your hotel room.
You went outside, Cam on your track. You were laughing at something dumb and punched him in the arm a little. The two of you were in your own little world, that you built up through the years.
You saw Mick standing near by, already looking at you. There was something in his eyes that you didn't really recognize. It was like he was looking at you but was staring in the outer space.
"Hey Mick", you rushed near him, he only gave you a small smile in your return joyless. "I've missed you in the garage today"
"I was busy with my own race, Y/N", he harshly replied. You were taken aback by his words, well mostly his tone, stepping a little away from him.
"I - I see", you stammered on your words.
"Your boyfriend's waiting for you", he told you and left.
You didn't had time to process the information that Mick was out of your sight.
"He's not my boyfriend !", you yelled at him but were sure he didn't hear you.
You nodded and hummed simply, still trying to understand what the fuck just happened.
"So he's your Mick ? Doesn't look like the prince charming you've been describing", your friend said.
"Uh... Yeah, I don't know what... It's the first time that he's acting like that with me. I - I really don't understand", you were beyond confused.
You moved on with your night, but your little interaction with Mick stuck into your head. You did your goodbyes with Cam - who wanted to go back to his place by driving in the night. Weird like always, you thought, but you let him go, making him promise to text when he arrived. Cam never did things like everyone else, and that was probably something that you liked about your best friend.
You tried to go to sleep, but your swissman didn't left your mind. You sent him a text.
Y/N : are you up ? is everything ok ?
Mick saw it almost immediately but you never got an answer. That made you kind of stressed. What the hell could you have possibly done to be treated like this ?
Y/N : c'mon Mick, what's going on ?
Read.
Y/N : could you pretend to care for a minute and text me back ?
Another read.
That's it, you had enough. You got up in less than a second, not caring about anything. You run through the corridors of the hotel to find his room. Since you and Mick were both part of the Ferrari Driver Academy, you would always be in the same hotel. You knocked really loud on his door. At first, you didn't heard anything. What if Mick just fell asleep on his phone ? You tried again.
"Y/N, if it's you, just leave please", Mick spoke through the door, his voice muffled.
Soaring the theory of falling asleep, he was truly avoiding you.
"I won't leave until you open this door and talk to me", you said.
He didn't answer. You were once again face with silence.
"Mick, please, I need to see you", you were now pleading, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "C'mon, don't do this to me", hurt could be heard in your voice.
Mick opened the door slowly. You looked at his face, and were devastated. His eyes was red, and his dark circles showing a little more. He looked exhausted, like he has been crying all night.
"Hey, what's going ?", you pushed him nicely to enter the room and close the door behind you. He stayed there, not moving or daring to look at you in the eyes.
"Mick ?", you put your hand on his face, slowly caressing it. He flinched away.
"You shouldn't do that", he murmured, before sitting on his bed, hands rushing through his blond hair.
"Why are you saying that ? That's what I always do when you need comfort", you spoke softly, hoping this would calm him. Seeing him in this state made you feel terrible. You knew Mick didn't love you like you did, but you really thought that you were the first one he'd rushed to when he was sad. Point was you were the one hurting him, without knowing it.
"He's probably waiting for you", he kept talking.
"Who ? No one's waiting for me", you were completely lost.
"I'm not a fucking fool, Y/N", this time he started shouting. Mick never lost his patience with you. He never raised his voice at you.
"Don't talk to me like that !", you defended yourself, but refused to scream back.
"I'm done with you playing with me alright ? I have enough, can you hear that ?", he got up and tried to push you out of his room. Luckily for you, he was way too tired to fight you.
"I don't understand what's going ? Are you on drugs or something ?", you let your hands on his chest.
"No !", he yelled. "I'm tired of all this, can't you see ?", he looked at you ad all you could see was sadness in his crystal blue eyes. Once again, you put your hand on his cheek and rubbed it a little.
"Please, stop doing that", he pleaded you, but you kept your hand where it was, eyes closed.
"Why ? What's going on in that head of yours ?", you asked.
"I can't tell you", he groaned and escaped your touch to go back to his bed. But he didn't sit on it, he looked outside the window, staying still. "Can you leave me alone ?"
Normally, you'd do as you were told. You would have let him alone, facing his thoughts. Because when one of you needed some time without the other, you'd understand. But this time, it wasn't the case.
"I will, just tell me what's going on. Did I do something wrong ?", you were now scared you did something to hurt him.
"No", he just said.
"Then what is going on ?", you spoke a little louder.
You were about to continue your sentence when your phone rang. You answered it.
"Hey, Cam. Already ? How was the trip ? Great. Thanks, you're so sweet. Yeah, it was nice to see you. Bye", when you ended the phone call and saw that Mick was staring right at you. He scoffed, and let a sarcastic laugh.
"What ?", you asked, a bit offended he was laughing at you.
"Your boyfriend is already gone ?", he asked.
"Cam's not... He's not my boyfriend. Is that what's wrong with you ? You cant stand that I have an other friend ?", you couldn't help but feel kinda mad. He had no rights to be angry at you because you had friends. You only met this year, of course you didn't let your old life behind just for him.
"No, it's not like that", he tried to interrupt you, but you were unstoppable.
"What's wrong with you ? I really don't get, it's not making any senses", you shouted.
"I'm jealous !", Mick shouted too.
"Oh jealous ? There's nothing to be jealous about, what the fu-"
"I love you, okay ? Since the first day I met you ! And I'm sorry but it kills me to see that you don't feel the same. Sometimes I think about you with someone else, and it's making me loose my mind. I love you so much and I wanna be the one for you. You're everything I need, everything I want. You're just the perfect girl, how did you want me not fall in love with you ? And you're so easy to love, I'm pretty sure every guy you met has a crush on you, so why would you choose me ?", he confessed, tears falling down on his cheeks.
You stood there, dumbfounded. You were taken aback by that sudden confession. You dreamt about this moment, but never thought it would happen one day. You tried to speak but words were stuck in your throat.
"I just... I needed to get it out of my chest, I'm sorry, you- you can leave, I'm used to it...", he was shaking.
His last sentence broke your heart into a million pieces. You never planned on leaving his side, hoping one day you'd feel like home for him. You took a few steps closer to him, and cupped his cheeks in your hands.
"Hi", you whispered, still thinking about the right words to say.
"Y/N, don't-"
"I have a very specific type of boy", you told him, smiling a little. "Blond, with blue eyes, nice and really funny. Also, very important, driving in F2 for the Ferrari Driver Academy. And I kinda like the name Schumacher", your smiled grew a little more when you felt him relax under your touch. "By any chances, would you know someone that matched that description ?"
"I can think of someone, yeah", he said, drying his cheeks before hugging you closer to his body. A heat wave pierced your own.
"Nice, because he's the only guy I want", you murmured.
"If I had known our feelings were mutual, I would have make a move sooner", he said, his fingers caressing your hair.
You laughed a little, and put your forehead against his.
"I'm sorry, Schatz, I didn't really mean to take it out on you, but it was weighting on me", he explained, eyes closed.
"Do you remember our last training at the gym ? When you told me I could talk to you ?", he hummed in response. "I didn't say anything because you were what was going on on my mind", you confessed. He smiled and opened his eyes. "I really like you, Mick, like a lot"
"So we were both liking each other and scared to confess ?", he said.
"It's safe to say we were both really dumb", you laughed a little.
His eyes went to scan your face, looking at every features of it.
"There's nothing I dislike about that angelic face of your", he whispered.
You were about to answer when a knock made the both of you split up. You looked at Mick really confused.
"Oi, Mick, I missed you at the partyyyyyyyyy"
You chuckled, recognizing the voice of the one and only Arthur Leclerc.
"Is that a girl ? Mick fucking Schumacher, are you with a girl ? Oh my, open the door ! Or don't, I don't wanna see your naked body ! That's disgusting", the young monegasque kept talking.
"Go hide in the bed", Mick said to you quietly and went to open the door.
"At least, tell me you're using protection, kid ! Oh, hey, lover boy. Let me come in, I wanna see what the mysterious girl", but Mick forced Arthur to stay out. You were dying of laughter under the covers.
"C'mon, I'm not going to scare her away", and he suddenly gasped. "Olala, I promise I won't be saying anything to Y/N, zip mouth closed", and you were sure he was mimicking a key locking his mouth.
"Do you ever just shut up, Leclerc ?"
"Nah, it's not part of my beautiful personality", Arthur replied.
"Putain, Arthur, t'es en train d'emmerder qui encore ? Viens-là, on va se coucher", you heard his girlfriend Carla shout, but didn't understand a word she said.
(Fuck, Arthur, who are you bothering again ? C'mon, we're going to bed)
"Carla, t'es pas fun, on va prendre un dernier verre avec Mick et sa copine fantôme", Arthur told her back.
(Carla, you're not funny, let's take a last drink with Mick and his gosht girlfriend)
"La ferme", Mick spoke a little bit of french and that was damn attractive.
(Shut up)
"Désolée Mick, et toi tu restes avec moi maintenant. Bonne soirée !", she said.
(Sorry Mick, and you, you are staying with me now. Goodnight !)
Mick closed the door and a sigh escaped his lips. He went back to the bed, and lifted the covers to see you laughing really hard. He soon joined you, and laid beside you.
"That guy is a whole circus to himself", he said.
"Yeah, he is. I would have never heard the end of it if he saw me there", you laughed.
"Would you mind ?", Mick said, suddenly getting serious.
"Mind what ?"
"Arthur pissing you off because we... I mean, if we were dating or something ?", you could feel his nervousness, and saw his cheeks getting pinker.
"I'd have to get used to it", you said.
You were now facing each other. Mick put his hand on your face.
"Shall we pick up where we were ?", he asked and you nodded. "I think I was telling you I much you are-"
"Why did Arthur meant by not telling me if there was another girl here ?", you cut him off, that little sentence stuck in your mind. Mick sighed.
"Pretty much all the paddock knows I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. That dumbass didn't even think it could be you right now"
"Really ?"
"Yeah. It's a little bit obvious", he chuckled. "I mean, you're the only one with whom I'm that touchy", he explained.
"Guess I'm the blind one", you told him.
"As long as you're seeing it now, it's fine by me"
"You're so perfect", you whispered to him, getting a little bit closer.
"Is it okay if I kiss you ?", he asked, like the perfect gentleman he was.
"Please"
Kissing Mick was a mix of a dozen emotions at a time. Happiness, love, fire, desire... Everything. A firework exploded in your body.
You spent the rest of the night, talking to each other, kissing, and whispering sweet things in each other ears. You fell asleep in his arms, and it was safe to say it was the best night you ever had in your life.
You woke up to Mick already looking at you.
"Hi, creep. Staring for a while ?", you asked, yawning.
"Couldn't help it. You looked so peaceful when you're sleeping", he said. You hummed.
"Weirdo", you replied before giving him a good morning kiss. It was so slow, new and old at the same time. His lips tasted so sweet, almost like honey.
"I won't ever be tired of this, waking up with you in my arms"
"Me too"
"Breakfast, love ?", he asked nicely.
After getting ready, you both stepped out of the hotel room.
"No fucking way !", you heard Arthur shout. Of course, he had to get out of his room at the same time as you. He definitely look a bit like he was hangover.
"I should've know it was you. The two lover birds finally reunited", he said, so proud of himself.
"Yeah, and I don't plan on letting her go", Mick said. He hugged you from the back and planted a kiss on top of your heard. Mick was your home.
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I still have a few requests and some of my fics to write, but tell me if you'd like me to write about Arthur Leclerc!
pairing: lando norris x reader
word count: 2.6k words (i really thought i could write a short blurb. ha.)
request: yes/no. by an anon: "maybe one where is her birthday and he kind of forgets to hang out with some friends that dont really like her but mid day he notices stories on his instagram of her friends congratulating her and he tries to gather the stuff he had planned for her surprise and even though she’s hurt that he wasnt with her before it end fluffy?" i hope you like this!!! thank you for sending this!!! i hope it's okay i wrote it with lando, at first i was picturing mick, but i feel like he just wouldn't forget about your birthday.
warnings: angst, an asshole friend, language, domestic!lando at the end, i'll add more when i re-read it later!!!!!! probably don't read it if you get the birthday blues like i do (which, i didn't get this year!!!!!!). (also, i really don't know if lando actually has a friend named jason, i just picked it randomly)
a/n: well, this birthday was indeed better than the years before! i felt very loved by the people i truly care about.
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the usual morning routine began the moment you felt soft lips on your cheek. an instant smile grew on your face as you blinked the sleep away.
"morning," you heard his raspy voice in your ear, followed by a series of small kisses on your neck and shoulder.
"good morning, baby," you said, turning on your side, his arm slipped around your waist, you felt tingles on your skin as his thumb rubbed back and forth.
"d'you sleep well, angel?" he asked and you nodded, humming.
"you?" you ran your hands through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, he sighed at the relaxing feeling.
"yeah," he moved his head to kiss your wrist.
what a great birthday morning, you think.
you're about to voice that thought when the loud alarm interrupted you, bringing you out of the blissful state. you both groaned, falling on your backs and staring at the ceiling. after showering lando went to the kitchen to make breakfast for you two as you finished getting ready for the day. you'd left your schedule free for the day, you hadn't made plans because you were secretly hoping you could just stay all day at home with him.
"shoot, i have to leave," lando said, grabbing all of your empty dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. you raised your head, furrowing your eyebrows.
"where are you going?" you asked, you didn't remember him mentioning any plans he had for today.
"jason's in town. we're going golfing," he said, pecking your lips before heading to your shared bedroom. you stared at his figure as he left, feeling a little knot in your stomach.
he didn't even wish you a happy birthday.
he returned with his car keys in hand, his golf clubs in the other.
"what time will you be back? i was hoping we could spend the day together," you said, standing up and walking to him.
"we can do something tomorrow, i have the afternoon off. i really have to go now, i'll see you later," with that he rushed through the door, but you followed him.
"don't you know what day today is?" you asked, now feeling a little hurt.
"yeah, it's friday. bye, love you!" he said over the sound of the engine. you crossed your arms over your chest, watching as the car sped down the road.
you went back inside, your mind running. had he forgotten? just two days before he said he couldn't wait for your birthday.
your phone ringing brought you out of your thoughts. you rushed back inside, closing the door behind you. a shriek coming from the speaker startled you, but you started laughing as your best friend began singing 'happy birthday'.
"and how's your day going? what does lando have planned?" she asked.
"umm, it's been good. he just left, one of his friend's in town so they went golfing," you said as you went upstairs.
"and he didn't invite you?" she said and sounded surprised.
"uh, no. and honestly, i don't think i would've joined him if he offered. he was going with jason," you said. you and jason didn't have a really good past. you'd heard from other friends of lando that jason often told lando he could do much better than you, that he was a famous athlete and therefore could have any woman he wanted, and it made no sense why he settled for a 'boring girl' like you, his words.
"he's still friends with that asshole?!" she yelled.
"apparently," you shrugged your shoulders. you'd never told lando that you knew what jason thought of you, but he did know that you weren't the same when he was around. unconsciously, you always tried to make yourself smaller when jason walked in the room.
"well, does he have something planned for later?" she sounded angry now.
"i don't know. he didn't tell me anything. he didn't-" you stopped yourself.
"what?" she pressed on.
"he didn't... wish me a happy birthday, i think he forgot." your voice was small. you didn't want to make a big deal out of it, you knew he always had a million things in his mind.
"what?! that's it. i'm coming over. get ready cause we're going out,"
"(y/f/n)...-"
"none of that, (y/n). it's your birthday and if your boyfriend doesn't want to spend it with you, then i will."
hours later, you laughed with (y/f/n) as you waited for your lunch. you were at a restaurant you'd been wanting to try for a few weeks now. every few minutes your phone would ring, and each time you checked in hopes you'd see a message from lando. but it was all your friends posting ig stories tagging you and wishing you a happy birthday.
you stood up to go to the restroom, taking your phone with you, you sent a quick text to lando.
'went out with (y/f/n). how's everything going?'
you checked it before you went back, only seeing the instagram notifications. when you arrived back at your assigned table, there was a slice of chocolate cake waiting for you, with a small candle lit up. you hugged (y/f/n) and thanked her as she took her phone out and began recording, singing happy birthday as you laughed.
she posted it to her story, tagging you and, unbeknown to you, she tagged lando as well.
after that you went to a few shops, grabbing a few things you were saving up to buy. as you waited for (y/f/n) to finish paying for her own stuff, you took a few minutes to repost all the stories you'd been tagged in, adding a small 'thank you' gif to each of them.
she drove you back home, lando's car nowhere in sight. you couldn't help but sigh at the empty spot in your driveway.
"come on, let's get ready." she said, turning off the car and grabbing your new purchases. she'd convinced you to go out to dinner as well, this time to a fancy restaurant downtown.
whilst you'd been roaming around in the shops, she'd texted lando, telling him she'd take you there, and she'd let him take all the credit for the surprise if he showed up. she never got a reply, he hadn't even read the message.
so, she texted your friends, all the ones that had posted you on their stories, (y/f/n) contacted them and told them to meet you there.
you came out of the bathroom wearing a new outfit you'd bought for the occasion.
"hey, there, gorgeous," she wolf-whistled. you chuckled, pretending to be a runway model, exaggerating each movement.
"no paparazzi, please!" you laughed. once you were back in her car, you couldn't help but send another text to lando. truth be told, you were a bit worried, he hadn't replied to your earlier text, but he did see it. you tapped the dial icon, pressing the phone to your ear, you see (y/f/n) side-eyeing you. you huffed when he didn't pick up and the call went to voicemail.
"forget about him, tonight is about you, (y/f/n)."
"i just... i don't get it. did he really just forget it? like, just a few nights ago he kept saying how excited he was for today, and how he had so many things planned. but this morning he just... i don't know. i don't want to think too much but it... it hurts, you know?" you rambled, and he nodded along to everything you said.
"i get it, babes. but you have me," she said, and you nodded.
"i can't thank you enough for today,"
"you don't have to. you deserve so, so much more."
the rest of the car ride was spent singing along to every song that came on the radio, with the wind hitting your faces and laughing when one of you sang off-key. you arrived to the restaurant in the blink of an eye, (y/f/n) stating her name to the hostess, who led you to a private area.
you blinked twice, most of your friends from high school, uni and work were there. they wasted no time in running to you and showering you with love.
-a few hours earlier-
the sunlight hit lando's face, and he ran his hand through his hair before readjusting the cap on his head.
"i'm going to get something to drink, you want anything?" lando said.
"don't worry mate, i'll get it." jason said, letting his club fall on the grass.
"thanks. hey can you check my phone for any messages?" he yelled as jason walked to the cart, he simply nodded.
he grabbed his friend's phone, seeing a lot of notifications from several apps. he immediately rolled his eyes as he saw you had texted lando. he deleted the messages and missed calls.
he rushed back to his friend, passing him a bottle of water.
"nothing, mate," jason said.
"really? nothing from (y/n) either?" lando asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"you're still with that chick?" he complained. lando chocked on the water he was swallowing.
"yeah, we're still together. and i'd really appreciate it if you called her by her name, she's important to me and i need you to respect that,"
"fine, jeez. and no, she didn't send anything,"
they continued playing for a few more hours. as they finally made their way out of the course, lando pulled out his phone, opening his messages. he opened his chat with (y/f/n), first he saw the texts about taking you out to dinner and even letting him take credit for it.
he was completely taken aback by it, he didn't know what he had done wrong. he moved on to instagram, seeing his tag on (y/f/n)'s story, then the rest of your friends'.
it was like his whole world came crumbling down. he immediately opened his chat with you, but didn't see any new texts other than the ones from a few nights ago.
"are you sure (y/n) didn't text me?" he asked jason, who was packing everything up in lando's car.
"nah, dude. didn't see anything," he answered. lando looked down on his phone, tapping your contact name to call you. voicemail. he tried again, voicemail. third time's a charm, nothing. he tried (y/f/n) next.
"too fucking late," lando heard (y/f/n)'s voice.
"hey, hey, where are you? where's (y/n)? is she with you?"
"she went home you dickhead. said she had a headache, but it was all bullshit."
"fuck, i forgot..."
"yeah, no shit, sherlock. you have a lot to make up for."
"i know. god, i'm such an idiot."
"won't contradict you on that one," she said.
"shit, fuck. okay, i'll talk to you later. i'm going home, can you check up on her?"
"just know i'm doing this for her. she's happy with you, but if anything happens, say goodbye to your future children."
"always a pleasure (y/f/n)," lando said, hanging up the phone. lando thought (y/f/n) was being to nice to him compared to what lando thought of himself at that moment.
"so, i was thinking we could hit some clubs, get some girls-"
"listen, jason, i need to go. now. i'm sorry but you'll have to find another ride, it's urgent."
"what's going on?" he asked, watching as lando climbed into his car and turned on the ignition.
"it's (y/n), i have to go home, she-"
"you're seriously ditching me for that chick? i've been your friend for years. girls come and go, you'll find another one."
"i don't want, or need another one." with that, lando sped up, leaving jason behind.
you curled up in bed, you'd removed your makeup and put on your favorite comfy pajamas, which consisted of a pair of shorts and one of lando's hoodies. it still held his scent.
the light from the tv illuminated the room, your favorite comfort movie playing in the background. you weren't really paying attention, too busy thinking about lando.
you didn't know when exactly you drifted off to sleep, but the sound of the front door closing woke you. you heard rustling, followed by a set of footsteps climbing the stairs. you hated the small knot that formed in your stomach.
the door to your room opened, you stayed still with your back to it. you felt the bed dipping beside you, heard a small rustling as soft petals hit your nose, making you flinch.
"you're awake..." lando whispered. you opened your eyes, seeing his hunched figure. you gave him the smallest smile. "angel, i'm so sorry. i- i knew your birthday was coming up and i- i had so many things planned. we- we were going to-" he rambled, your heart broke at the sight of his clearly disturbed face.
"it's okay, it happens." you said
"it's not okay. not in the slightest. and to think that i left you for someone you don't even like, i... i don't even know what to say."
"then don't say anything. let's go to sleep, we can talk about it in the morning," you said, feeling exhausted.
"but, angel, this-"
"i know. i know, and we will talk about it when we're both well rested. please?" you said, grabbing his head.
the next morning you woke up to an empty bed. dread filled your body immediately. your mind began wandering again, but stopped as you heard the loud fire alarm coming from downstairs, followed by a series of curses and quick footsteps.
you made your way downstairs, seeing the clock on a wall. last night left you exhausted, seeing as you slept well past midday. you stopped in your tracks as you reached the living room. there was a small path leading to the kitchen, but other than that, every surface was covered in flowers. all kinds of flowers all in your favorite colors. even some of lando's helmets had been replaced by flowers.
starstruck, you walked to the kitchen, where a worried lando stood, looking at the burnt cake he tried to bake.
"morning," you said, leaning against the door frame. lando's eyes flew to you, and he wasted no time in rushing to you and giving you a kiss that left you breathless. "what's all this?" you asked, pointing with your head to the flower shop that now lived in your home.
"angel, that's nothing compared to what i have planned for you today," he said, biting his lip. you smiled, kissing his cheek.
"does it involve a burnt cake?" you couldn't help but tease him.
"you weren't supposed to see that," he said, his head falling in defeat. you laughed, standing on your tiptoes, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
"come on, i'll help you," you said, taking his hand and pulling him towards the pantry, where you began taking out the ingredients. you felt his hands on either side of your waist, he leaned his head on your shoulder.
"but baby, this is for you."
"and i very much like my home as it is, i don't want it to burn down when we can bake a new cake together safely this time."
he gave in, kissing your temple, a soft 'i love you' leaving his lips.
lando kept hold of you the entire time, standing behind you with his hands on your waist as you poured all the ingredients, his hand on yours as you mixed the batter. he fed you small bites of the cake once it was cool and decorated, only to replace the fork with his lips right after each bite, tasting the sweetness on your lips.
eventually, as you sat on the couch next to him, he apologized for yesterday, and you could hear in his voice that he truly regretted it and was sorry for forgetting it. you explained your side of the story, and he explained his, you both filled in the blanks for what you'd missed on the other's day. you talked it through, explained how you felt but had forgiven him the moment he looked at you with that pained look on his face. you made promises, cried through happy tears and sweet words, falling a little deeper in love with one another.
the perfect day ended with lando posting a photo of you, officially making your relationship public after almost two years of dating. how you both managed to hide it for as long as you did surprised you.
in the picture, you were sitting in the middle of the living room surrounded by the hundreds of flowers, smiling hard with his present for you sitting on your lap, a beautiful golden retriever puppy.
'yesterday was my best girl's birthday, today we add a new member to our small family. welcome to the fam, ivy norris.'
pairing: lando norris x driver!reader
word count: 3.7k words (i have no self control)
request: yes/no. by @foxy-kitsune: "hey there! love your fics so much! i wanted to ask if you could do one where lando is jealous of the reader because she and max spend a lot of time together and thinks there are more between them and they start arguing and after the argument the reader has a panic attack and he finds her in the bathroom and he knows he messed this up and comforts the reader in the softest way possible. thank you in advance🥺🧡" i really loved this request. so sorry it took so long :( i hope you like it!!!!!
warnings: angst, jealousy. i don't know how to write arguments so i'm sorry if it sucks lol. description of panic attacks.
a/n: hello again, it's been so long. not proofread! also english isn't my first language! it's my birthday this friday! i'm not much for celebrating because i get the birthday blues, but i'm hoping this year it's better for me <3
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(here's some sad lando to get in the mood)
switching teams is scary. you felt nervous about leaving the people in mclaren after so many years, but this was an offer you could not turn down.
you'd been with mclaren for many years now, since your last season in f2 and when you eventually made your debut in f1. you'd been teammates with lando since 2019, both of you straight out of the f2 championship with impressive results.
you couldn't quite remember the moment you met him, suddenly he was there, a part of your life, a rival on track, a friend to confide in, and eventually, a lover.
your relationship was not a secret to anyone. people all around the paddock knew that the two mclaren drivers were an item, and together, you and lando were unstoppable on the track. you cheered for him when he achieved his podiums, and he did the same for you. there wasn't any awkwardness when one of you gave a great performance and the other didn't, you laughed, and cried, and cheered just like he did for you.
it was no secret that other teams wanted you, the principals often praised your brave and bold decisions during the race, and made comments about talks with your people about switching to a different team. one offer stood out from the others.
red bull wanted you.
and it'd be a foolish decision to say no to them.
even lando encouraged you to accept.
"think about your future, do you want to be world champion?" he'd asked.
"of course, but-"
"look at how many world championships they've got! plus, you'll be with max, he can help you with the car and all the different settings... love, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity," he said. you looked down at your joined hands.
"i don't want things to change between us," you said, your thumb rubbing back and forth of the back of his hand.
"they won't. i'll still support you in every way i can, we'll see each other just as much, and i'll wave to you when i pass you on the track," he shrugged his shoulders as he kissed your cheek and you snorted.
"yeah, right. more like i'll wave when i'm lapping you," you couldn't help but joke as well.
"we'll be alright, i promise" he said. you let your mind wander, thinking about all the possibilities the future held for you.
"okay, i'll sign,"
the first couple months after switching the papaya orange for the navy blue went by easily, as you'd thought, you couldn't see lando as often, but every free moment you got was spent with him, preparing yourselves for when the season started.
"hey, love, are you on your way home?" you heard lando through your phone's speaker.
"baby, i'm so sorry, i have to stay a few more hours to film a new ad for some sponsors. but don't wait up for me, please. i don't know what time we'll be done," you said, it was already two hours after you said you'd be home on this particular february night.
"oh, okay. it's alright, i'll see you when you get here. i was thinking about doing a live stream anyway,"
"that sounds great, lan. i have to go now, i'll see you later. bye!" you rushed your goodbyes as someone kept calling your name.
"bye, lo-" he started, but you'd already hung up.
lando sighed, looking at his lock screen, a picture of you on your first win, one of the many podiums you'd shared. you were standing with the brightest smile on your face as both lando and your now teammate, max verstappen, sprayed champagne all over your racing suit.
about thirty minutes later, he was sitting in his streaming room, the comments on the chat flying by as more and more people commented the same thing.
'lando have you seen red bull's story?'
'red bull ig story!'
'max and (y/n) omg... new ship unlocked.'
that last one caught his attention.
"alright, i'll check that story you're all talking about," he said as he pulled out his phone and opened instagram. after quickly typing the username he tapped the icon and a few videos popped up.
the first one seemed to be a behind the scenes from the ad you were shooting, you and max laughing, your head thrown back as you smiled. the next was a video, white lights flashing as you two moved, standing with your shoulders touching and arms crossed over your chest.
the last video was the one most people were referring to. you were on max's back, your arms around his neck as he held the back of your thighs, spinning you around.
lando had never been more grateful about leaving something in the oven, as the smoke detector started beeping furiously, giving him a perfect opportunity to leave the stream in a hurry and not comment about the pictures.
he wasn't jealous. no. he had complete trust in you. and max. perhaps he was just upset it wasn't him making you laugh.
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meals with family don't occur as usual as they should. you and lando are always busy, away discovering a new country, and when you're home you're way too tired to even think about going out.
as you sit with your head on lando's shoulder, hugging his left arm as his hand strokes your knee, he takes a moment to really take in everything going on around him. you're at his parents' home, all his siblings are there as well. he remembers the way you simply grabbed the vegetables and a knife and began chopping them without being asked to, and how you refused to sit around doing nothing when you could help. he thinks about the bottle of wine you bought for his dad, the one it took you two hours to find because it had to be the one lando's dad talked about the last time you visited.
he glances down at his watch, noting the way you snuggle deeper into his arm. he moves his head, placing a kiss on your forehead before resting his cheek against your head. since you and lando helped cook, it was now everyone else's turn to help clean up, giving you a few minutes of privacy as you sit on the porch swing in the backyard, the sunset a glowing mix of red and orange and yellow.
"it's almost six," lando said.
"i know. i don't wanna go," you sigh, lifting your head from his shoulder, an adorable pout on your lips.
"let's just stay a few minutes like this, love." he whispered, placing a small kiss on your cheek.
"i missed this, spending time with your family, disconnecting from everything else, even just for a little while," you said after a few moments of silence.
"me too. i've missed having you all to myself," he pulled you closer to his side, and you changed your position, now sitting on his lap. one of his arms around your waist, his warm hand on your thigh as you played with the small curls on the back of his neck, occasionally scratching his scalp.
the sound of a vibration interrupted your blissful state, and you reluctantly leaned forward to grab your phone, turning off the alarm that meant it was time for you to go.
"i'll drive you," lando said, placing a small kiss on your neck, right on your pulse point.
"oh no, don't worry. max said he'd pick me up so we could arrive together," you said. that night you had a fancy team dinner with everyone at red bull racing.
"max?" he asked, furrowing his brows as you typed a message to the dutch.
"yeah, he just moved a few minutes away from here and he offered. and i didn't want you to do the trip twice," you explained, kissing his lips quickly before standing up. "i should go change," you said as you walked back inside. you'd brought a nice light blue dress to change, and makeup to fix whatever had gotten messed up during the day.
you were almost finished getting ready in lando's old bedroom when you heard a knock on the door, lando peeked his head in.
"hey, i was going to call you, can you help me zip up?" you asked, moving your hair out of the way. he pulled up the zipper and let his fingers rest on your shoulders.
"i could've given you a ride, i don't mind. it's our tradition," he said. he'd been thinking about a reason why you hadn't asked him. you always drove together when the other had an event, to help calm the nerves and hype the other up for the upcoming, boring event.
"oh. it's okay, i just thought maybe you wanted to spend some more time with your family, since were going away for the triple header in a few days." you shrugged your shoulder. "but i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner, i didn't think about that," you said as you saw the frown in his face.
"no, it's fine, you're right. don't worry about me." he shook his head, giving you a tight-lipped smile. "you have fun tonight, can i come and pick you up?" he asked, and something inside you told you he needed a positive response.
"of course. midnight?" you said, kissing his lips.
"perfect,"
a shiny silver car parked in front of the norris home, your dutch teammate stepped out of the driver's side just as you opened the door after saying your goodbyes to everyone. you walked holding lando's hand.
"your carriage is waiting, cinderella," max teased, and you looked down to the color of your dress, chuckling. "hey, mate. how's it going?" he bumped fists with lando.
"all good. take care of her, please." he said as he opened your door.
"i will, mate. i promise to get her back in one piece," max nodded.
"lando's picking me up!" you said excitedly.
"ah, so you're switching the carriage for an ugly pumpkin, got it." max said as he got in and turned on the car.
"have fun," lando said, pulling you to him and kissing your cheek. you had applied your lipstick right before you stepped out and he didn't want to ruin it. but you circled his chin between your thumb and forefinger and brought his lips to yours.
"i'll see you at midnight," you whispered on his lips.
"midnight." lando nodded. you both flinched when max honked the car.
you hurried one last hug with lando before slipping in the passenger seat. as the car sped up away from his parents' home, lando stood on the middle of the road with his hands in his pockets, watching you leave with someone else.
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november came by in the blink of an eye, suddenly you found yourself planning a surprise for lando's birthday. you'd confided in the people in mclaren about your plan. you knew lando didn't really like being in public, so you decided to set up something back at your hotel after you were done with your responsibilities for the day.
you'd planned on flying lando's family to brazil so they could be with him on his special day, as well as a dinner with all his friends from mclaren and other teams.
you trusted max with making sure his present was ready. since you knew how much lando admired valentio rossi growing up, and that same weekend was the italian's last race at motogp, so you'd contacted rossi's team and asked for a replica of the helmet he'd be wearing that weekend. and they'd promised to send it signed, with a special message.
you felt giddy all weekend, and lando knew something was up, but you just brushed it off at being excited for his birthday.
on friday night, as lando was getting ready for bed, there was a knock on your door. lando went to see who it was, seeing your teammate standing on the other side.
"max?" lando said, catching your attention.
"hey, mate. is (y/n) here?" max asked, you noticed his tone was serious, and you immediately worried something was wrong.
"hey, what's going on?" you said, standing next to lando, who looked back and forth between you two.
"i uh- i need your help with something! can you come with me?" max said.
"is everything okay?" lando asked.
"yes, but i need (y/n) for something. i'll get her back in a bit!" he grabbed your hand and rushed out of the room with you behind him. you turned your head, to see lando frowning as he leaned against the frame.
when you returned to the room, the lights were off, no sound coming from the tv. you cursed silently as the door screeched.
"love?" you heard lando's groggy voice.
"hi, baby. i'm sorry to wake you," you whisper, removing your clothes and changing into pjs.
"it's okay. is everything okay with max?" he asked.
"yeah, he just needed some advice on how to approach the stewards tomorrow,"
"oh. okay," he said as you slipped under the covers. his arm finding its familiar spot around your waist.
"hey, it's past midnight. happy birthday, champ," you pressed your lips against his, hearing him humming in delight as he stroke your back.
"thank you, love. let's sleep now, we've to be up early,"
the next day you watched from your garage as the mclaren team were pulling out a table and a cake for lando, and you saw charlotte waving her arms at you, telling you to come over. as the rest of the team made their way out, you saw lando smiling at the cake, standing between andreas and daniel. you crossed your arms over your chest, singing along with everyone else, bumping fists with your former coworkers, who were pushing you towards lando.
his smile widened as he spotted you, opening his arms and you rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as his slipped around your shoulders, pulling you close.
you kissed his cheek once you finished singing, and laughed with everyone as he grabbed a cooling fan to blow the candles off.
as people began returning to their usual activities, you stayed behind a few minutes, catching up with daniel, feeling lando's arm tighten around you.
"the birthday boy!" you heard from behind you, and you all turned to see max approaching you. "happy birthday, mate,"
"thanks," lando smiled, clapping max's hand and giving him a 'bro hug'
"i'll leave you boys now, see you on the track!" you said as you pressed your lips against lando's cheek one more time.
the boys chatted for a few minutes, catching up.
"sorry about kidnapping (y/n) last night, i just needed her help with something,"
"it's fine. how did everything go?"
"perfect, she uh- gave me some tips about kelly's dad,"
"her dad?" lando furrowed his eyebrows.
"yeah, i don't think he liked me that much," max shrugged his shoulders. "i should go now, good luck, mate. and happy birthday,"
kelly's dad... the stewards... what was the truth?
his mind replayed that thought over and over again. he couldn't enjoy the rest of his day, his smile wasn't as wide as you hoped for when he saw his parents and sisters.
as you were driving away from the track, you slipped your fingers between his, he kept one hand on the steering wheel as he turned to you for one second.
"you okay?" you asked, and he gave you a tight-lipped smile.
the same happened when you arrived at the hotel and he saw his surprise party. you kissed his cheek as he thanked you, and you left him with everyone else, to call max and check on the helmet.
lando turned his head, looking for you. and found you on the entrance to the hotel, talking with max. you both had huge grins on your faces, and you jumped up and wrapped your arms around max's shoulders.
"what's going on?" you heard behind you. you stumbled backwards, looking at lando. "i asked you a question,"
"lando..." you started, furrowing your eyebrows. "is something wrong? why are you mad?"
"well i don't know how you want me to act, all year you've been pushing me away, choosing him over me. and not even on my birthday can you make time for me?" he was raising his voice.
"mate, it's not-" max started
"you shut up! what were you doing last night? because you both said different things... are you cheating on me? did you really think i'd be dumb enough to not notice?"
"no! no, i don't-" you said, feeling a heaviness on your chest as you heard the anger in his voice.
"it's not that at all, last night we were just-"
"i don't wanna hear it." he said, looking at you with cold eyes, his jaw tensed.
"please, listen, it's really not what you thi-"
"cut the shit, you're just saying that because i'm not as stupid as you think i am. well your little game ends now. hope you had fun making me look like an idiot."
he stormed out of the lobby, you ran after him to the parking lot, fighting back the tears in your eyes.
"lando! please, wait!" you yelled as he climbed in his car.
he found an empty park. the moonlight and the late-night crickets his only company besides his thoughts. he sat on a bench, leaning his against the back, his head hanging low. he thought back to the hotel, the little scene he caused, the broken look in your eyes. the pain behind your voice.
why was he feeling guilty? all signs pointed to the unthinkable. he didn't know what he did to deserve it, he didn't even want to think about it.
this wasn't how the night was supposed to go. you stared dumbfounded at the car, letting the tears fall freely on your face. you swallow down a sob that is threatening to slip from your throat, feeling an arm on your shoulders, walking you back to the hotel. you turn, hiding your face in max's chest as you ride the elevator together. you asked to be left alone, and he reluctantly leaves the room.
your tears never faltered as you fell down on the bed, grabbing lando's pillow and breathing in his scent. you sat there, crying your heart out, thinking about how everything turned from bliss to heartbreak in a few minutes.
lando wiped a stray tear away from his face, feeling his phone buzzing incessantly. he has several missed calls from his parents and sisters, some from charlotte.
none from you, he thinks bitterly.
he turned the screen off just as he received a new message. it's from max.
he wants to break the phone into a million pieces.
against his better judgement, he opens the message. it's a picture of a helmet, he recognizes it as the one his idol posted earlier that week. he receives another picture, and he can see that the helmet is signed for him, and there is a note next to it.
a new text.
'happy birthday, idiot. (y/n) spent the entire week making sure this got here on time and she asked me to set it up in your room.'
shit.
he opened the door quietly. there was a headache forming in the back of his head. the room was silent. he saw the helmet, feeling his heart drop to his stomach as he grabbed the note.
'happy birthday, lando! hope you have an amazing day with everyone you love. (y/n) told me about the surprise she planned for you. what an amazing girl, you deserve someone like her. keep up the good work, your time is coming.'
he finished reading and cursed himself. he had no idea how he was going to fix this. he walked to the bed, finding it empty. there was a sliver of light coming from the bathroom. he strained his ears, and he could just faintly make out your ragged, fast breaths. he turned the knob slowly, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.
you were sitting in the bathtub, still fully clothed but without your shoes. your knees were pulled up to your chest, you felt tingles and chills running down your back, your arms, the back of your head, as tears fell down your face.
you let out a broken sob, bringing lando out of his initial shock. he kneels beside you, his hand shaking as he touched your shoulder. you flinched under his touch, choking on air as you turn to him.
"l-lan," you stuttered. he shook his head, and a sudden wave of panic rushes through you.
"it's okay. breathe with me." he said, grabbing your hands in his. you squeeze them tightly and he does the same, anchoring you to this moment, to you and him. "in," he said and breathed deeply. "can you hold it?" he asked as you breathed in as well, but you shook your head. "that's okay, we'll go slowly. out," he instructed and you obeyed.
he helped you calm your breathing, subsequently calming your racing heart as well. he praised you when you managed to hold in your breath for a few seconds. the tears were still falling, though you paid them no mind and focused solely on the boy in front of you. he let go of one of your hands to wipe away a few tears, you lean into his touch, closing your eyes.
"lan," you whispered, opening your bloodshot eyes.
"i'm here. i'm so sorry." he said.
"i never- i swear i didn't-" you shook your head, leaning back.
"shh, i know. i know. i'm sorry," he climbed in next to you, you moved out of muscle memory, sitting on his lap. "i'm so sorry. i didn't mean any of that. i just-"
"you were right. i have pushed you aside, and i know if it were me i would be upset as well. i'm sorry i never noticed before," the last tears made their way down.
"you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. this is on me, i let my thoughts get the best of me and see things that weren't there. i'm sorry about how i acted, it wasn't the time or place. especially not after everything you've done for me today." his eyes traveled down to your hands, he grabbed them in his, playing with your fingers.
"i'm sorry i made you cry," he said. you shook your head.
"let's not dwell on the past. let's promise each other more communication. everything that goes through that mind of yours, i want to know. it's okay to have insecurities, but i don't want to go through this again, knowing we can avoid it if we're honest about how we're feeling." you said and lando nodded, his hand on your hip.
"i promise. i don't deserve you... not after tonight i-"
"we both messed up. let's work on our future and let the past slip away."
he nodded. you both remained quiet for a few seconds, thinking about the whirlwind of emotions that had been that saturday.
"thank you for everything you did for me. and i'm sorry i let my thoughts get the best of me tonight. i promise i'll make it up to you."
"you already did. you came back." you said, running your fingers through his hair.
pairing: pierre gasly x reader
word count: 1.9k words.
request: yes/no, by an anon: "hi! can i request a pierre one with fluff prompt 9?"
prompt: fluff #9: “you took all the pillows so i'm using you as one.” from this prompt listwarnings: fluff, language, cheeky pierre (we love), kinda enemies to lovers, talks about pee. not proofread. also english isn't my first language.
a/n: this is shit but i really wanted to post it. i might edit it later and change or add some parts.
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(majestic)
the universe is a funny son of a bitch. it said: 'here you go, a person who'll cherish you forever and will have your back whenever you need someone,' when you met your best friend, charles, as you built sandcastles with your little cousins on the beach.
it also said: 'and here's his other best friend, the person who'll make every day of your life miserable.' when you met pierre, the kid who shoved charles onto your sandcastle, thereby destroying it.
the difference between the two of them at that moment was that charles immediately began apologizing, comforted your little cousin as he promised he'd help her build the greatest castle to ever exist. meanwhile pierre was almost pissing himself out of laughter, proclaiming that he'd give anything to see your shocked faces again.
you decided, at that moment, at the tender age of sixteen, that you hated him. well, maybe not hate... despise, loathe. detest.
"what do you mean you're not coming to my birthday trip?!" you heard the door to your apartment slam shut as your best friend made his way inside. he stood with his green eyes narrowed at you as you sat with milk dripping down the sides of your spoonful of cereal.
"yes, come on in. make yourself at home, charles. i've been great, thanks for asking," you rolled your eyes as you swallowed your food.
"don't change the subject, why did charlotte just tell me you're not coming?" he said, sitting on a stool in front of you. you shrugged your shoulder.
"you know why," you told him with an accusatory tone in your voice.
"oh come on! it's been like seven years-"
"seven and a half," you interrupt before chewing on your cereal. charles had an annoyed look on his face.
"whatever, you have to let it go! he's already apologized," he said, adjusting the bandana on his head.
"oh, but it's not just that," you scoffed. "remember london 2018?" you asked, rolling your eyes.
"not that again..." charles threw his head back, covering his face with his hands.
"ohh, yes. you bought me tickets to see taylor swift live as my birthday present, and guess who decided to, on purpose!-" you lifted your index for more dramatics, "feed me of his leftover sushi rolls, which he left on the counter all night the night before, instead of the fridge, which gave me food poisoning!"
"it was an accident," charles sighed, rubbing the sides of his temple.
"accident, my ass! he knew what he was doing," you said as you finished eating and placed the bowl on the sink. "i'll never forgive him, thanks to him i missed seeing taylor swift, and not even god knows if she's ever touring again!" you said, placing a hand on your hip.
"but you're my best friend! i want you there," charles pouted.
"i'll go if he doesn't,"
"(y/n)..." he sighed.
"i'm sorry, charles. but i can't be anywhere near the guy without having the urge to strangle him with my bare hands. you and i can go celebrate some other time. i hate putting you in this situation, but it's for all of our sakes. i don't want to go to jail." you said.
you struggled to carry your luggage to the elevator in your apartment building, so you dragged it down the hallway and the main lobby once you made your way down. outside sat a giant van with the trunk open.
"perceval!" you called out, and he turned to you. "come help me!" you said and charles ran to carry your bag.
"merde, (y/n), we're going for two days, not a month." he complained as you reached the car.
"yeah ,yeah, but when you're freezing to death i won't share my blankets with you,"
"it won't be that cold,"
"sure, whatever," you shrugged your shoulder. once you finished playing tetris with all your bags, you climbed in the back seat, saying hi to charlotte, who was waiting on the passenger seat.
"let's go!" you cheered, you were actually excited for charles' birthday trip. after he told you that pierre was busy that weekend, you immediately made a checklist with everything you needed for the trip.
charles turned on the engine and drove away, you looked at your surroundings, frowning when he took a left turn instead of going straight.
"where are you going? it was that way," you pointed out, catching his eyes in the rear-view mirror. you noticed how he wasn't tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as usual, and charlotte as well, was looking from her phone, to charles. you frowned.
you received no answer as he kept going, you reached a hotel. and suddenly everything clicked.
"oh, fuck no. charles marc hervé perceval leclerc! what the fuck!" you yelled, slapping the back of his head in frustration. "i'm leaving," you said as you reached for the door handle, but it was locked. "let me go, you ass!"
"no. it is my birthday and i want to spend it with my two best friends. in peace. no more fighting, or arguing, or threatening to kill each other."
"tell him that," you crossed your arms over your chest, pouting like a child.
"(y/n)..." charles whispered, his forehead against the steering wheel, and you instantly felt bad. he was right, this wasn't about you, or pierre, or your hatred for each other.
"fine, i'm sorry, charles. i promise i'll be on my best behavior." you said.
you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you saw pierre walking out of the hotel, effortlessly carrying his bag in one hand. charles got out of the car and helped him with his stuff, the wall of suitcases preventing pierre from seeing you. they shut the trunk but stayed outside talking for a bit.
"i wanted to tell you," charlotte said, giving you a small smile, which you returned.
"it's fine. i know how important he is for charles, i just have to suck it up." you shook your head. the door to your right opened, an annoyed pierre staring at you with murderous eyes.
"(y/l/n)..." he muttered.
"gasly," you said in the same tone.
"jesus fucking christ," charles whispered in exasperation. he turned on the car and began driving to the mountains.
the car ride was... surprisingly uneventful.
pierre and you stayed glued to your sides of the car, rolled your eyes whenever the other spoke, and sent silent death threats that didn't go unnoticed by charles, but he didn't say anything.
"i have to pee," you said. there were only thirty minutes left until you reached the small cabin and camping space charles rented.
"again?!" pierre asked, rubbing his face with one hand, you scowled at him.
"yes, again. and you shut up, i didn't say anything when you needed to pee for the fifth time. how the fuck do you pee five times in like 3 hours?" you said as charles reached a gas station, you got out and slammed the door shut, wincing at the harsh sound. "sorry," you muttered to charles, who just shook his head.
when you returned to the car everyone was silent, there was no music playing, either.
once you reached the campsite you all began taking your stuff out of the car and into the cabin. you stuck to charlotte most of the time, helping her with the food whilst the boys built the tents, you helped them when they struggled with the stakes.
the rest of the day you got your tent ready with your sleeping bag and air matress. there were only two tents, though, yours and charles'. as you ate dinner, you sat around the bonfire sharing stories about your adventures.
"do you remember that time we slept on the hallway because we forgot our room keys?" pierre said, laughing as he recalled the memory.
you remembered. you were in london for the concert, and since you were sick, you couldn't go to said concert, so pierre and charles went together. without you.
you rolled your eyes, eyeing charles in a 'are you hearing this shit?' manner.
"yeah, you said we shouldn't wake (y/n) up at that time of the night," charles raised his eyebrows, as if saying: 'see? he did something nice for you.'
"good. you deserved to sleep on the floor after ditching me," you said bitterly. it still hurt.
"you were sick!" pierre defended himself.
"you got me sick!" you fought back.
"guys..." charles said.
"sorry," you both apologized at the same time, sending each other murderous glares.
you continued talking about memories shared with charles throughout the years as you ate. you had bought a pack of six cupcakes from charles' favorite bakery, and you brought them out once everyone finished eating.
"i forgot to buy a candle," you muttered to yourself.
from beside you, you saw pierre rushing into the cabin, he came back with a single match, and he placed it on top of the frosting on charles' cupcake and lit it with a lighter.
charles laughed as you all sang 'happy birthday' and you joined pierre and charlotte as they sang in french as well. the four of you ate the cupcakes in silence, too busy enjoying the sweet taste of the dessert. charlotte yawned, proclaiming she was too tired and left you three alone. you talked for a few more minutes, but you started feeling sleepy as well, so you grabbed the blanket that was resting on your lap and wrapped it around yourself.
"i'm leaving too, boys. i'll see you in the morning," you said as you adjusted your beanie on your head. you had agreed that you and charlotte would share one tent whilst the boys shared the other.
"uhh wait, (y/n)! i wanted to talk to you about something," charles said, getting up form his chair and pulling you to the side.
"what is it?" you asked.
"uh, i actually wanted to spend the night with charlotte. no funny business just... you know." he shrugged, and you nodded.
"aww, that's sweet. yeah, no problem. i'll crash in my tent, and he can sleep inside." you smiled, pointing at pierre with an eyebrow.
"that's the thing..." he put his hands in his pockets. "he didn't bring anything, just a blanket,"
"then he'll have to sleep on the floor,"
"(y/n)..." he sighed, you rolled your eyes.
"it's not my fault he didn't bring his stuff, i brought mine, i came prepared."
"please. it's just one night."
"whatever."
you huffed, walking to your tent and zipping it up behind you.
stupid pierre. who doesn't bring camping stuff to a camping trip?
you wrapped yourself in all your blankets, put on another pair of fuzzy socks, and settled yourself in your sleeping bag on top of the air matress. you were almost asleep when you felt it dipping beside you. you opened one eye, seeing pierre wrapping himself in your blankets. you'll let it slide, just this once.
you closed your eyes again, internally scowling at all the noise he was making. you felt him laying down beside you, your mind was getting foggier by the second.
until you felt a head on your boobs.
"what the fuck are you doing?" you said, getting up and he removed his head from your chest.
"you took all the pillows so i'm using you as one."
"pierre,"
"just... shut up, (y/n). i won't tell anyone if you don't,"
"fine," you said.
"fine," he repeated, snuggling closer.
"fine." you said, running a hand through his hair.
"shut up." he looked up at you with a small smirk on his face.
"you first," you gave him a little slap on the back of his head.
you fell asleep with a smile on your face.
you woke up with a sweaty face.
you opened your eyes, yet everything was still black. you tried to lean back but something around your back was stopping you from moving. you leaned your head back.
Summary : Growing up surrounding by the F1 world, you wanted to be a part of it as a photographer. But doubts filled your mind.
Warnings : childhood best friend Charles, boyfriend Pierre. A bit of language, panic attack
Words count : +3.3K words
A/N : Thanks to the person that requested this, it was nice to write. Sorry for the delay. Hope you still wanna read this. Enjoy🌻
I'm taking care of all the requests I've receive, it will all be up, don't worry !!
PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! 💙
not my gif, credits to the owner (i love them together 🥺)
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"What's up ?", Charles asked you, jumping on your couch.
You just got back from London, where you were taking your classes. As soon as you put a feet in your flat in Monaco, the Ferrari driver joined you.
You and Charles were best friends since the day you were born. Both of your families were really close. Charles took you everywhere he went. That's how you met Pierre. On the karting track, Charles presented you his 'other best friend'. Soon enough, you all became an inseparable trio. It didn't take you long to fall in love with the blond boy. But it took longer for the both of you to actually confess your feelings and start dating. It was only a few months back. Your new romantic dynamic was still a little weird, and the both of you were still getting used to it. Being Pierre's lover was a dream come true, and sometimes it felt unreal to you.
"I'm fine. You ?", you simply told him, fatigue taking the best out of you.
"Really chatty", he laughed. "The car is amazing this year, I'm finally fighting for the title. It's everything I've always wanted", Charles told you, stars in his eyes. He got podiums on podiums. Same for Pierre, still in his Alpha Tauri but he was doing miracles with it. The both of them were doing great. You were proud of them, but stil felt out of your place. You weren't going anywhere. They were living their best life, and you were struggling to do the bare minimum.
"How's uni ?", he kept asking, unaware of your stare into space. Tears managed to fall from eyes as soon as uni was mentioned.
"It's great", you didn't dare to look at him, a knot forming in your throat.
"Don't you have like an internship soon ?", Charles wondered, poking you with his fingers. You stayed silent.
"Can I have a little bit of attention ? I didn't saw you for a whole month, and Pierre will be there tomorrow and he's gonna take you away from me!", the young boy pleaded.
"Sorry, I'm really tired. The trip was rough", you explained. "I do have an internship. It's starting next week, for a few GPs. I'll be with the Ferrari photographer"
"What ?", Charles screamed happily. "You'll be there for the italian GP and more ? And in my fucking garage ?", he was now shouting.
You simply nodded. Charles crushed you with all his weight while giving you a hug. You returned the warm gesture shyly. You weren't in the mood to celebrate that.
"Are you staying here until then ?", he questioned you.
"Yeah, I'll stay in Monaco. I need a little break from London, too rainy", you tried to joke.
"That's freakin amazing. I can't wait to have you taking pictures of me for the next races", the monegasque said while laying back on the couch, a resting smile on his face.
"It is alright if I go to bed ? I know I just got home and we didn't see each other much but I'm going to pass out if I don't get my hours of sleep right now", you tried to explain.
"No prob, it's alright. I'm on my way out. Call me tomorrow, I wanna be part of your plans", he winked (well attempted to) and left your flat.
You sighed. You loved Charles, but you didn't want to be with anyone right now. You felt heavy, like a useless burden.
The next morning, you woke up feeling a dip in your bed. You frowned, still hazy from sleep.
"Hey there", you heard in your ear. You smiled lightly, recognizing the voice you'd die for.
"Hi, I wasn't excepting you until this afternoon", you curled up in his strong arms.
"I took the airplane earlier, I couldn't wait to see you. Charles spoiled the big news", Pierre said, leaving kisses on top of your head.
You sighed. You juste woke up and everything was bringing you back to the nightmare you were living and trying to avoid. You choose not to answer, pretending to close your eyes again. Pierre noticed your behavior but kept his mouth closed. You fell back asleep in the french boy arm's.
You woke up again a few minutes later, alone in the bed. You heard laughters in the living room, guessing Charles joined the party.
"Hey", you said entering the room.
"Well rested ? You okay ?", Charles asked you, referring to the awful mood you were yesterday.
"As long as no one mentions uni or my internship, I'll be happy", you told them, going to take a sip of the coffee Pierre made for you. It was their turn to frown. Both of them felt something was wrong, but they knew you. If they asked or forced you to talk, you would close up like an oyster. Talking to a wall would be easier.
Pierre just decided to hug you from behind.
"I've missed you so much, darling", he whispered.
"It's a nightmare to live without you", you replied, voice as low.
"Let's enjoy the next days, shall we ?"
"I am here, Charles is sitting on the couch. I repeat you two aren't alone", the monegasque said, looking disgusted.
You bursted out of laughter, and both boys were relieved to see you relax.
The trio of you enjoyed the few days off the drivers had. It went by so fast. The italian GP was just around the corner.
"Fly with me tonight", Pierre said while packing his small Alpha Tauri suitcase.
"Oh I wanted to stay in Monaco. They don't need me until saturday, I don't wanna be too early", you explained poorly to the french boy, avoiding his touch or his eyes.
"You don't have to be in the Ferrari garage, you'll stick with me", he answered.
"Yeah, no, I know. But for the hotel-"
"I live in Italy, love, remember ? You're not going in a hotel. I want you with me", Pierre cut you, with a stern voice.
You gulped loudly. You didn't want to start your internship. You didn't want to go to a GP for work. You didn't want to bother Pierre, or Charles.
"I'm taking a shower", you just said. You knew Pierre figured out that you were crying. To be honest, you couldn't care less. You were tired, mentally and physically. It was all too much for you.
You took a hot shower, cried for the most of it, and went to rest on your bed.
"I'm leaving", you heard Pierre say softly. You hummed, tears joining your eyes again. You didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want him to stay. You were a mess, and he was in peace, finally having a good season. He needed to stay away from you.
"You're not even going to kiss me ?", his voice was sad, maybe even disappointed.
"I think I'm sick. I don't want to infect you before the GP", you said, voice as low as a whisper.
"Bullshit", he murmured, loud enough for you to acknowledge. His footsteps were echoing in your flat, and suddenly the door closed brutally.
Pierre was mad at you. That wasn't your goal. Lately, you just felt like shit. You had struggle to keep up in uni, and feared you weren't good enough to be a F1 photographer. You were going to fail, and you knew it. It tore you appart to know that the two boys you loved the most would watch you on your fall out. They were going to be so disappointed of you. They were going to let you down. Who would want to hang out with a failure ? Especially when you're on top of the world ?
Your dark thoughts didn't gave you a minute of rest. You locked yourself inside your flat, staying in bed all day. Charles tried to call you, but you didn't answer. Pierre had probably already giving up on you.
During a night, around 3 am, you had a panic attack, it took you so long to calm yourself down. You couldn't managed to go back to sleep. You didn't know what to do so you texted Pierre.
Y/N : are you up ?
Surprisingly, Pierre replied to you almost immediately.
Pierre : yeah
Y/N : you were great at practice today
Pierre : i'm surprised you watched it
Pierre : it felt like you didn't gave a fuck
Pierre : not about the race, but about me
Pierre : i mean if you cared, you'd be there right ?
His words twisted a knife in your chest. That was the moment, he had enough of you.
Sadly, it was already saturday. You took a room in a hotel, you knew Pierre didn't want you around, especially after the texts. You managed to get ready for the morning.
You entered the paddock, your whole body tensed. Charles spotted you and ran to you.
"The fuck is going on with you ?", he went straight to the point, not wasting time with small talks. You shrugged your shoulders. Your internship supervisor called you, and you left without saying a word. Leaving the Ferrari driver standing like a dumbass.
"Y/N, it's so nice to meet. Your professor only told me good about you. We're going to be a great team together", he said. You smiled shyly, anxiety taking the control of you.
You stayed in his shadow for the following minutes. The drivers were getting ready for quali.
"Hey, Y/N, your turn to take some pictures", Marc, your supervisor, said, giving you the camera.
You took it, but your hands were shaking so bad. In this state, you wouldn't be able to take any great pictures. You gave him back the device, tears in your eyes. Air wasn't entering your body. You had to run away. You left the Ferrari garage under everbody's look - or judgement, you thought. Charles tried to call you, but you couldn't stay. You had to pass in front of the Alpha Tauri garage to find the exit.
Pierre was about to put his helmet on, when he saw you running, crying, struggling to hold yourself together.
"Pyry, cover for me !", he shouted and threw himself in your footsteps.
"Y/N ! Y/N, wait !", he shouted for you. "Love, c'mon !"
It didn't take him a lot of effort to be at your level. He grabbed you, and rushed you in his motorhome. He made you sit down in the little space. He breathed in and out with you, holding your fragile figure in his arms.
"You're okay, it's fine, I'm here", he whispered in your ear.
"That's the problem", you sobbed even more.
Pierre felt his heart break in his chest. Were you breaking up with him ? He just thought you needed a bit of time, some space. He got angry when you pushed him away, but he also knew what it felt like. You leaving him never crossed his mind, not even once.
"What...What do you mean, Y/N ?", he asked, his fingers trembling against your hair. "Talk to me... What the fuck have I done to put you in this state ?", he kept asking, pleading you for an answer.
"It's not you", you rested your head on his shoulder for a moment, before stepping away. You were about to open up, but someone called for Pierre. Pyry showed up at the door.
"I'm sorry, but it's quali time. If you don't take the start, you know what that means... Just go, I'll stay with her", Pyry assured the driver.
Pierre looked at you, broken to see you like that. He kissed the top of your head, and rushed outside.
Pyry stayed with you the whole time, in complete silence. When the door opened again, you hoped to see Pierre.
"Marc is sad you didn't come back. We were all worried, is everything okay ?", Charles asked you, voice less accusing than earlier.
"I'll never be an F1 photographer. I'm shit at this. I'm a fucking looser. You and Pierre should go away from me, because I am going to drag the both of you down with me", if your crying had stop, it just got worst.
"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that, Y/N. You are freakin talented, everyone else should blush. You're the best photographer I've ever met. And I'm never leaving your side, never ever ever. Same for Pierre", Charles tried to comfort you, kneeling next to you, knowing you only wanted his french friend by your side.
And he rushed to you as soon as he parked his car in the garage. He put all of his stuff back in his bag, and took your arm for you to get up.
"C'mon", he just said. You knew it was his way to tell you to follow him without complaining.
The ride to his flat was made without a sound, except for your sniffles from time to time.
Pierre helped you out of the car, and carry you to his bedroom. He put you down on the bed.
"Do you wanna change ?", he asked you softly. You nodded. He took you out of your clothes and replaced them by his comfy ones. He did the same.
He laid down, and pointed you to lay on his chest. You didn't obey right away.
"I shouldn't stay, the race is tomorrow. You need to rest", you tried to espace.
"No fucking way, Y/N", he strongly said while forcing you to lay down near him. "Look at me", he took your chin in his hands, forcing your eyes to meet his deep ocean ones.
A moment of silence floated between the two of you. You didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to pressure you.
"I'll never make it", you finally found the courage to talk. "In F1, I mean."
"Why are you saying that ?", he asked you.
"Because I'm terrible at it. Uni is a nightmare, and see how I panicked when it was my turn to take pictures today. I'll never be good at it", your voice started to croak a little.
"I know how this feels", he told you. "I felt the same way when RedBull dropped me, but look at me now. I'm finding my own place, and everything is turning great. Pressure is hard, but it will all turn alright", he tried to reassure you.
"That's also an issue. I'm a burden for you", but Pierre didn't let you finish your sentence. He put his lips on yours slowly.
"You're not. Y/N, you're the girl I've been waiting for my whole life. It has always been you. I love you, so so much. And you're an amazing photographer. All my instagram feed is made of your pictures, they're so good. You need to believe in yourself like I believe in you, love", he said, his mouth close to yours.
It was the first time he said the three little words to you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, almost making you forget how bad you were feelings minutes prior.
"I love you too", you told him, eyes close, nose filled with his perfume.
All night Pierre comforted you by saying how proud he was of you, and everything you needed to hear. You fell asleep in his arms, feeling way more relax than before.
"Morning, sweetheart", you woke up with Pierre kissing your face. "It's time to get ready, and shine on the paddock today", he said.
You were stil terrified to show your face there. What would Marc say ? You left yesterday without saying anything. Charles texted you, letting you know it will be alright. No one was mad at you.
And thanks to Pierre, you grew a little more confident in yourself. Being an F1 photograph has always been your dream, and you worked so hard for it. You weren't going to back down now. You still had things to prove.
Pierre kept your hand in his all the way to the Ferrari garage. Marc greeted you with a huge smile.
"Hi Y/N, are you feeling better ?", he asked and you just nodded smiling, so he took this opportunity to reassure you. "My first day as an intern photographer in motosport was awful. I dropped the camera, it cost the company so much, worst day of my life. Pressure is real, especially when you're a rookie, but you'll see, it gets better".
"See, everybody knows what it feels like to be under pressure. You'll do amazing, I can't wait to see the picture of our stupid monesgasque you're going to take", Pierre murmured.
"Thank you, I don't know what I'll do without you", you said, throwing yourself in his arms.
"I'm here for you, love. I'm headed to Alpha Tauri, you know where to find me if you need", he kissed you goodbye.
"I'll root for you !", you screamed to him.
You stuck with Marc for a little while. He showed you every details of the camera, and revealed you some useful tips.
"Y/N ! I'm glad you're here", Charles ran to you, and hugged you tight. "How's everything ?", he asked, eyes scanning you to see any signs of discomfort.
"It's way better now", you smiled a little.
"You're amazing, never forget that. Please, only take pictures of my right side, it's my best profil", he winked and went to chat with his engineer.
You managed to take some pictures in the garage before the race and of the GP, Marc by your side. It felt nice. In the few last laps, Charles had to retire so you went back to the garage. You edited some pictures with him on your computer, applying every advices Marc gave you, chatting about nothing and everything with your best friend. He managed to take a sneak peak at some pictures.
"Oh my, Y/N they're fucking amazing. I knew you'd do well", he said, his eyes never leaving the screen where the pictures were.
"Thanks, Charles. It's all thanks to you and Pierre. You guys are my rocks, I'd be so lost if you weren't in my life", you said honestly.
"Good thing we don't plan on leaving it then", you heard a familiar voice at the entrance of the hospitality. There stood Pierre. He joined you and Charles, sitting down close to you. He put on his hands on your thigh. He took the 9th place, in the points but nothing to really celebrate.
"Are those the pictures you took ?", he asked, dumbfounded. You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder. "Damn, they're amazing. You almost made Charles look nice", he said, smirking.
"Fuck you !", the monegasque answered.
You sent the pictures to Marc, who almost replied immediately with how amazing they were. He told you he'd bring his backup camera for the next GP in order to let you fully take pictures of the whole GP. Meaning you could go in the Alpha Tauri if you wanted. You were so excited. All your fears were gone, you trusted yourself. You'd be an F1 photographer, and you'd travel with your two favorite boys for the rest of your life.
"I love you", Pierre whispered in your ear. "I'll show you tonight how much you mean to me."
This is a part 3 to "Fragile" and "To The Moon and Back"
Summary : finding names for your babies is harder than you thought.
Warnings : just fluff
Words count : +1.1K (really short, but part 4 will be on its way, it's a promise)
A/N : Hello ! It's more of a flashback on how the babies names were found, hope you'll still enjoy it🌻
PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! Also it's not proofread💙
not my gif, credits to the owner !
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After the panic of your water breaking in the car, everything went so fast like a flash of light. You hardly remember the night.
Max took you to the hospital, and the medical staff didn't waste a minute in giving you everything that you needed. You gave birth to your two beautiful babies in the middle of the night, around 3am, on the 22nd of december. Both of them were completely healthy, and even if the labor was long and hard for you, you were in good shape too. If the fact that you were exhausted didn't count.
You were taking a little nap, Max watching over your two angels. A nurse knocked on the door, waking you up. You felt foggy and uncomfortable in the hospital's bed, but you soon drift off to sleep again. You'd only woke up if you heard your sons.
"Hi to the new parents. How's the new life with babies ?", she said, with a huge smile.
"Exhausting", Max said, pointing at you with a small smile and dark circles.
"You both are doing great so far. I'm here because I need to know the babies names", she said.
"Oh", Max replied, looking at you with stars in his eyes.
Max and you had troubles to find names. You looked on every site, every applications for any ideas but couldn't settle on anything.
"I didn't know it would be so hard to find stupid names", Max pleaded, back to a few months before you gave birth.
"Me too", you replied, equally tired by the searching.
"Maybe we could just name them baby 1 and baby 2 ? Or Verstappen junior 1 and Verstappen junior 2 ? That sounds cool", Max said with a straight face. You punched his arms playfully.
"You wish !"
"Since it's so freakin hard, maybe you could choose one name and I'll choose the other ?", Max said.
"That's actually a great idea. Let's do this ! Finding one name will definitely be easier", you said.
"Ok, and I have another great idea", your lover told you. You rolled your eye, fearing the dumbest thing will fall out from his mouth.
"We don't tell the name we have chosen to the other one. And like the day you give birth, we'll find out", he explained.
"But what if we have the same name ?", you asked.
"Okay, let's say, we just give each other the first letter so that we're sur ?", he told you, more in an interrogative way.
"That'll be unique, I like that idea", you replied.
And that's how Max and you decided to name your babies.
For days and days, you tried to find on perfect name. Max was away on a race weekend, and you were just laying on the couch with the tv on. It was early december, and you couldn't move much with your belly.
You were looking at some reality show, not actually paying attention to it. Suddenly, something caught your attention. The name of one of the person on the screen. It got stuck in your brain for hours. And hours. To the point you were now sure it'll be your name.
It was cute, and it sounded so nice. You were so happy and relived, you had chosen the name of one of your twins. You couldn't wait to tell it to Max.
The driver rushed home after the weekend and was greeted by a happy you.
"What happened while I was away ?", he questioned you with a suspicious look on his face.
"Nothing", you tried to act.
"C'mon, tell me", he said, getting closer and closer to you.
"G", you told him.
"G ?", he repeated, visibly confused by the single letter.
"Yes. G", you kept telling him, wanting him to understand by himself. A moment of silence floated between the two of you.
"Is that the first letter of the name you chose ?", he said, everything suddenly made sense to him. You nodded, hugging the dutch man tighter. "Mine's T", he whispered in your ear.
Back to the hospital, Max woke you up softly. The nurse shot him a weird look. The dutch man looked back at her, not understanding what he did to be observed like that.
"Do you have to wake her up ? Can't you just give me their little names ?", she asked. A smile spread on Max's lips.
"That's a game of ours. I choose one name, and she choose the other one. We decided to kept it a secret until now", he explained.
"Oh my, that's adorable !", the nurse finally laughed.
Your eyes opened a little, and you felt Max's hands caressing your face.
"Hey, love", he said with his soft voice. Remembering where you were, you shot up to look over at your two babies. They both were sleeping peacefully in their little crib. You relieved a breath, and that made the nurse laughed a little. That's when you acknowledged her presence.
"Hi Mom", she smiled your way. "I'm here for the names."
You looked up at Max, his eyes already fixated on you.
"You first", you told him. He nodded, and stared at his sons. He pointed to the smaller one, wearing an orange pyjama.
"May I present you, Tom", he told you proudly.
Tom suited perfectly that little boy. You loved it so much.
"It's amazing", you kissed Max on the cheek. The other boy, wearing his light green pyjama, moved a little but didn't woke up.
"That little baby is Gavin", you said to the nurse, but your eyes stuck on Max. You saw his eyes light up a little bit.
"Tom and Gavin Verstappen. Gosh, it sounds so beautiful", Max said, small happy tears in his eyes.
You spent three days in the hospital before Max was finally able to bring his little family home. Just in time for Christmas.
"You gave me the most beautiful present this year", Max whispered to you, while the both of you were resting on the couch, eyes fixed on your babies boys.
You smiled softly, but didn't answer. Words couldn't describe how happy you were right now. Everything felt in place, exactly where it needed to be.
Summary : your world is turning upside down when your childhood best friend asks you to be his fake date for his Valentine's family tradition.
Warnings : a little bit of swearings
Words count : +3.9K
(ideas from this prompt list " childhood sweetheart ")
A/N : Happy Valentine's day my sweethearts (a day later, sorry) 💌
PS : It's not proofread. And english isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! 💙
not my gif, credits to the owner ! (he's so hot in this gif)
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"I know you're gonna hate me but..."
"Oh god, what did you do Pierre ?", you sighed on the other hand of the phone.
"I didn't do anything...yet", he answered, you could hear him almost plead. You just didn't know why.
"Stop the fucking mystery, spill it", you told him harshly.
"Well, you know how my family do a brunch the sunday before Valentine's day ?", he asked.
"Yeah ?"
"I told them I was bringing a Valentine this year", he said, nearly above a whisper.
Everything went silent for a minute. You wondered why Pierre was saying that. Was it his way to tell you he had a new girlfriend ?
"That's... um, great", you replied, not really meaning those words.
Pierre and you have been best friends since you could recall. You've met on the karting track, and never went separate ways since then. You both been through hell and high waters together, standing strong near each other. You were there for him in 2019, and he was there for you when you felt like everything was meaningless. But you were also there for him when he got his first F1 win, and he was there you got your dream job as an F1 photographer - your favorite subject being Pierre.
Thing was, he didn't know that. He didn't know how your heart beat faster in your crib when you were looking in his ocean's eyes, or how your chest caught on fire when he smiled at you. He didn't how you could spend hours looking at videos of him, falling asleep to the sound of his cheery voice. He didn't know you fell in love with him when you were just a small chubby girl.
Back then, you thought of telling him many many times, but always discouraged yourself. Scared to loose your best friend for teenage feelings. Growing up, your feelings stayed the same - if not stronger -, and Pierre never understood it. Sometimes, you tried to make allusion about it, joking about getting married if the both of you didn't find their other half by 30 years old. He laughed along with you, without commenting more. He started to date girls, and you just stayed on the friend side of his life. Everytime he was bringing a new girl in, your heart ached a little more. Your love for him seemed to become unbearable, like your whole being would explode from staying silent. You just wanted to love him in your mind, because having a tiny part of him was better than have nothing at all.
"Did you hear what I just said ?", Pierre's voice took you out of your daydreaming.
"Sorry, what did you say ?", you tried to say with your voice as normal as possible.
"Are you alright, angel ?", you could hear concern in his voice.
He called you angel the first time you met. Because according to him, you looked like an angel fallen from the sky in your complete white suit back then. It soon became an inside joke in your relationship, and he never stopped calling you with that nickname.
"Yeah yeah, sorry, I saw something from my window, it distracted me", you tried to make up an excuse as fast as you could.
"It's alright. Someone fell in the streets, and I got worried. But he's up now, and people are helping him, so we're all good", you lied. You knew Pierre could tell when you're lying, but he also knew you weren't going to talk. He learnt it the hard way : if you don't want to talk, then you're not going to talk.
"Okay", he just said giving up.
"What were you saying ?", you changed the subject.
"I told my parents I was bringing a Valentine this year", he said.
"I heard that", you didn't mean for your voice to sound so mean. It took Pierre aback, but he decided not to comment on it.
"Well, I sank into my lie", he repeated his words from earlier - that you didn't heard.
"Lie ?", you replicating his word.
"A lie. I told them she was the one and all that like we were deeply in love and -"
"And she's just a one night stand ?", you cut him off.
"What ? No ? What the fuck are you on, Y/N ?", he asked, loosing it. You could hear your words got on his nerves.
"Nothing, I -"
"I'm coming to your flat", he said, this time cutting you off.
He didn't let you replied and hung up the phone.
"No, shit !", you cursed.
The last thing you needed now was Pierre asking you a million questions.
You were pacing your appartement, waiting for Pierre to enter it like a storm.
He didn't even knock, and opened the door pretty violently. The blond boy was feeling mad, and he didn't really know why.
"What was that ?", he just asked.
"Hi to you to", you replied, going to close the door, not wanting to let the neighbors hear the upcoming fight.
"Stop the bullshit, what's going on ?", he kept going, looking at you straight in the eyes.
"Nothing, I told you", you tried to defend yourself.
"Yeah, the guy falling on the street ?", he said in a defiant voice.
"Exactly", you replied in a confident way.
"Your shutters are freakin closed, Y/N", his voice got louder.
"I closed them waiting for you !", you were now shouting too. "I don't know what you want from me!"
"The truth!", he screamed, putting his head in his hands. "Tell me the truth, Y/N, I'm your best friend."
His words were your breaking point, and you just started to cry, curling up yourself on the couch. Pierre flew to you, and took you in a hug. You tried to move out of his embrace but he was way too strong for you. He kept you near him, and you could smell his familiar scent.
"I'm here", he calmed you down. "Everything's fine."
You had trouble breathing, everything felt so heavy. It was all way too much for you.
"Do you want to breathe with me ?", he asked in a soft voice.
You shook your head no, not able to talk but also not wanting to do dumb breathing exercices.
"Okay", he simply said.
Exhausted with feeling so much in so little time, you drifted to sleep. Still in Pierre's arms.
You woke up to the sound of someone talking on the phone.
"Oui, oui, je te promets Maman. On sera là. Bisous, je t'aime", you heard Pierre talking in your native language.
You yawned and stretched a little bit. Your eyes went to the kitchen, where Pierre was leaning on the counter.
"Sleeping beauty is up?", he tried to joke, testing the water to see if you were responding or not.
"Why did you stay ?", you asked, joining him in the kitchenette. You were so sure he would have left after your little scene.
"You obviously need someone to lean on, and that's my duty right ?", he said with a bright smile. You sighed and nodded your head yes, not wanting to start another moral lesson.
"Was that your mom ?", you asked him, refusing to properly meet his eyes and looking in the distance.
"Yep. That's what I was trying to tell you", you frowned, showing him you didn't understand what he was saying. "I don't have a girl in my life right now, Y/N. I don't know why I lied to my parents saying that I had someone, because I don't, and now I just can't go back", he confessed you.
"Oh", was all you could say for a whole minute. You went to take a glass of water, trying to swallow your bitter feelings. "So, who's the fake lucky girl ?", you managed to say after some time.
"You."
You chocked on your water, and dropped the glass on the floor. It shattered in a thousand of pieces.
"Fuck, Y/N, you alright ?", Pierre got up faster than his shadows to help you.
"Yeah yeah", you said.
You both picked up the broken glass. After, you went to sit down on the couch.
"Me ?", you talked, breaking the silence. Pierre joined you, sitting what felt miles away from you.
"I'm sorry. Your name just... Split out of my mouth and then it was too late to go back. You know how my mom can be", he explained, laughing in a sarcastic way.
"So I'll have to be your fake Valentine in front of your parents on sunday's brunch ?", you realized what Pierre wanted you to do.
"Yes, please."
"Pierre, it's-"
"I know. I'm a dumbass, and you have all the rights to hate me but I'm pleading you to help me on this one. Just the brunch, and I'll tell them we break up after", he tried to say, stuttering on his words.
"You can't do that !", you said. "How am I supposed to look at your parents after a fake break up ? Your mom's gonna hate me !", you said, scared of what Pierre got yourself into.
"No, she's not ! I'll promise. I'll say we tried to be together, but we were just better off friends. They'll understand, and everything would go back to normal", he said.
"Did you planned all of this ? It sound like you have everything prepared", you accused him.
"Not really, I just knew you were gonna say that !", he defended himself. "Please, angel, I need you now", he asked, stepping closer to you.
You closed your eyes. This was hell on earth. How were you supposed to be fake dating Pierre while you had true real feelings for him ? Pretending was going to break your heart.
"I'm sorry. You know I won't be asking you if it wasn't important", he took your hand in his, but you took it away. Your hands went to massage your temples. How could you say no to his deep blue eyes ? The one you could die for ?
"You're a pain in the ass, Pierre, I swear...", you sighed.
"But you love me ?", he said with puppy eyes.
Yes, I do.
"Just the brunch, and you swear me you won't make me look like the vilain of the story ?", you asked.
"I promise !", he exclaimed in a happy voice.
Pierre had to leave soon after, and you didn't really talk to him after that day. Until the Valentine brunch day.
Pierre 💙 : I'm here in 5 min
You were stressing like you never stressed before. You were sure you'd never getting out of this alive.
"Hello, angel", you heard from downstairs.
"You said 5 min !", you screamed.
"Well, guess I lied again", he joked. But you didn't really find that funny.
You walked down the stairs, looking for your keys in your purse, not giving attention to the boy at the door.
"You looked uh good", Pierre said, staring at his feet.
"Thanks, I am good enough to fake date you ?", you said.
"Yeah", was all he said before gesturing outside.
The car ride was awfully silent. Pierre parked in front of his childhood home.
"Okay, you're ready ?", he asked you, taking your hand in his.
"It's a bad idea, Pierre, we shouldn't-"
"Please, don't let me down now", he plead you. "We just have to be ourselves, nothing has changed. Just hold my hand from time to time", he tried to comfort you. "I'll guide you, I promise it's going to be fine", he kissed your hand.
It sent chills down your spine. His hand felt raspy, but his lips were as sweet as honey. You could absolutely get used to that. You shook your mind, trying to stay down to earth.
"See, it was easy", he smiled to you.
"How ?", you asked. Pierre was confused, seeing his eyebrows frowning.
"How what ?", he said.
"How we happened ? I mean if your parents asked, what are we-"
"Naturally. Our friendship just grew to love, like it happens to many couples okay ? Don't worry", he told you.
You heard someone knocking on the window.
"C'mon", Pierre said, getting out of the car to greet one of his brother. They did their handshake, and you stayed in a the car a little just to calm yourself down. Pierre opened your door like a gentleman. He helped you out, and put his arm around your waist.
"Y/N, it's so nice to see you ! I'm happy you both finally find each other", Paul told you before walking the little path leading inside the house.
You were so nervous you didn't even notice his words. But Pierre did, and his grip on you tightened.
His mom greeted you, and you felt like she was waiting for the two of you.
"Oh, Y/N", and she took in a big warm hug. "It's so nice to know you're the one sharing Pierre's life. You didn't know how long I've been waiting for that ! Jean-Jacques, Y/N's here", she shouted before taking you inside.
"Je suis là, aussi, Maman !", Pierre said laughing.
The brunch went so well. Pierre kept his hand on your tight for the whole meal. You could feel his gaze on you when you were laughing your head off. You tried your best to act like the perfect - but fake - girlfriend. It didn't take you a lot of effort to act in love with Pierre, because you were madly in love with him.
"So, I tried to keep my mouth shut but it's so tempting", Pascale said, with a smirk on her face. "For how long have you two dating ?", she asked.
"Since for ever", Nicolas joked.
"Très marrant, Nico. A couple of months, we're taking our time", Pierre said. The words came out of his mouth in such a natural way, like he wasn't lying.
"Oh that's so sweet", she said.
"Well, Y/N, I wish you good luck to keep up with Pierre, he's not the easiest person in the world", Jean-Jacques warned you. You heard Pierre talked under his breath, but took the lead.
"Well, I can't complain because he's actually amazing. The perfect gentleman", you said, smiling in Pierre's direction.
"Really ?", his brothers asked at the same time, in total shock to hear someone talk of their little brother this way.
"Yeah. Every moments with him look like they're coming from a romantic movie. I'm finally the princess from the books I was reading when I was little", you joked. When you were young, you used to read love stories for hours and hours, dreaming to find your prince charming, and Pierre's family always bother you with it. Especially his older brothers.
"I'm so happy for the both of you", Pascale replied, little tears in her eyes. "Your mom must be in heaven too!"
"She is, she is", you replied, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks. You almost forgot this was all fake.
"And what's your plan for tomorrow ?", Jean-Jacques asked, referring to Valentine's day.
"It's a surprise", Pierre said, squeezing your tight.
Pierre's brothers then changed the subject to something related to video games. Pascale decided it was the perfect time to do the dishes. She left to go in the kitchen.
"I'll go help your mom", you whispered in Pierre's ear.
"Thank you so much", he told you, kissing your forehead. You got lost in his eyes for a little moment, and then they flickered to his his lips. You saw him wetting his bottom lip, and your stomach did a 360 flip.
"Okay", you stuttered and quickly got up to leave the table.
"Let me help you", you grabbed a tea towel ready to the drying-up, joining Pascale. "Can I ask you a question ?", you suddenly asked her.
"Of course, honey", she smiled your way.
"What did mean by you don't know how long I've been waiting for that ?", you said while mimicking quotation marks.
"It's not a secret for anyone. Everybody could see how you two were in love with each other, it was eye catching. It still is", she winked to you, and you couldn't help but to smile a little. "When Pierre was knee-high, he was bragging out saying you'd be the princess of his castle. He never grew out of his feelings for you, really. He dated other girls, but it never worked out. You were probably always in a corner of his mind", she recounted.
Her words were shocking you. You didn't really know if you should believe it or not.
"You should have seen him when you made it into the F1 world. He was shouting in the whole house how you were going to be with him at every races. He was so happy, like a little child on Christmas morning", she laughed, remembering the moment. "I guess that's how you two find each other, and-"
"Ça suffit, Maman", Pierre told his mom with a stern voice. He hugged you from being and rested his head on your shoulder. You gulped. You wanted this - him - for the rest of your life.
"We're going to get on the road, the path is still quite long for us", Pierre said. "C'mon, angel", he made you walk outside the kitchen.
"Oh, that's so cute !", Pascale squealed. "You're still calling her with this sweet nickname."
"Always did, and I don't think I'll ever stop", he looked at you in the eyes, and you could swear he was going to kiss you. But he just put a lock of hair behind your ear with what you could call loving eyes.
"Don't make out in front of us, lover birds", Cyril warned.
You and Pierre did your goodbyes to his family and got in the car. Mechanically, Pierre put his hands on your tight, like he did the whole brunch. His thumb caressed your skin, and it gave goosebumps to your whole body.
Once again, the car ride was silent. You didn't know what to say. Or what to think. Was it your imagination ? Was he just a damn good actor ? Or maybe it was just Pascale's words that got into your mind ? Was it real ? Fake ?
The entire ride, your mind was racing miles an hour. You were trying to stay calm, but your breath was getting heavier and heavier by the minute.
Finally, Pierre parked in front of your flat. None of you dared to move.
"Do you-"
"I'm-"
Both of you decided to talk at the same time. You laughed a little.
"Ladies first", he said, looking out of the window.
"Do you wanna come up for a minute ?", you asked Pierre. You wanted to talk to him, solve the mystery of everything that happened today.
"Yeah."
You stayed in the kitchen to make tea, and Pierre went to sit down on the couch. He felt nervous, his foot tapping the ground loudly.
"You're nervous now ?", you joked, sipping on your tea.
"I'm so sorry", he just said.
"Uh, for what ? Every - everything went well, right ?", you asked.
"My mom, she's just... I mean... She always swore we were childhood sweethearts and", he stopped himself, not really knowing what to say. "It's dumb, I know", and with that, you felt your heart breaking in your crib. You got tears in your eyes, and tried to hide it. You just hummed in response, not trusting your own voice.
Your ringtone echoed in the flat. Thank god, you thought. Perfect excuse not to have that conversation. The one where the guy you're in love with break your whole being.
"Sorry, I have to take that", you simply told Pierre, not looking at him in the eyes and giving him your back. "Hi, Charles. What's up ?", you talked on the phone, putting a smile on your face.
Pierre got the hint and left your appartement without a word. Jealousy flooded into him. He felt like you thought Charles was more important than him to you.
Being Pierre's best friend meant you also got really close with Charles. You two got along really well. Recently, his girlfriend broke up with him and he relied a lot on you. You talked on the phone or on FaceTime almost everyday. He knew about your undying crush on Pierre, but never said a word to his french friend. And the blond one never confessed his love for you to his monegasque friend.
The whole day had been a rollercoaster. Pretending to be Pierre's girlfriend was delightful, but the end of the day put a knife in your stomach. You told Charles everything, crying a little bit on the phone. He tried to cheer you up as best as he could.
You decided to lay on your couch, in your jogging (which consisted mostly on Pierre's hoodie), a TV show as background noise and tried to go to sleep.
Once Charles hung up with you, he immediately called Pierre.
"Dude", he said.
"What do you want now ? You finished your little chat with Y/N, uh ?", Pierre spat out. He was seeing red, truthfully believing his friend had views on his angel.
"You're going to calm the fuck down, I don't have time for your bullshit. If you really want to know how she's feeling, I'm going to tell you. She's fucking crushed. Because of you, mate", Charles responded on the same tone.
"What ?"
"She loves you, Pierre, you fool !", Charles exclaimed. "How do you think she fell today having to pretend to be your girlfriend ? Listening to your mom praised your relationship ? And you telling how dumb it was ? Can you imagine how she felt ?"
He didn't take anything more for Pierre to hung up in his friend. he felt so stupid.
"Please, Y/N, open the door", you heard Pierre shout on the other side of the door. You weren't really in the mood to see him.
"I'm tired", you told him.
"I - please, angel."
"We can talk later-"
"It can't wait !", Pierre screamed. You knew how stubborn he could get, so you gave up, not wanting to cause a scene inside the building.
He rushed inside your flat, and you met with his tired red eyes. It felt like seeing your own sad reflection.
"I'm sorry, I didn't met to say it was dumb", he tried to explain but you didn't fully understand. "Y/N, I-"
He was pacing around, unable to calm himself down. He didn't know how to tell you, still scared to risk your friendship - even though Charles assured him you felt the same way as he did.
"My mom was right", left his mouth. "All of my past relationship, it was just... To try to forget you. I never felt good enough for you, and I got myself stuck in the friend zone without knowing how to get out of it...", he leaned against the wall.
"When my mom pressured me to know if I had someone, your name spilled out of my mouth easily. Because I wanted you to be there as my - my - my Valentine", he sighed. "I want you, angel."
This time, he dared to look at you in the eyes. You were looking at him in pure shock. He came closer to you, his hand caressing gently your face.
"Please, tell me you want it too", he whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. Words were stuck in your throat, so you just cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips on his.
Kissing him felt like a firework inside your body. All of your emotions were mixing, and you felt so right. Peaceful.
"I'm taking that as a yes", he smiled on your lips, breathing rapidly due to the passionate kiss. "Angel, will you be my Valentine ?"
