Drivers x text posts / Charles Leclerc 2/?
summary: the reserve drivers have a little mischief pool going, keeping themselves occupied on weekends where they have nothing better to do. until nico hulkenberg pushes y/n and oscar a little too far and makes them confront how they feel about each other
pairing: oscar piastri x female alfa romeo! reader
warnings: alcohol is involved, drinking games are played (spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven) and a massive prank war is waged on every driver in the paddock, implied smut scene at the end, but no smut is written. sexual innuendos because jack doohan is a little shit, y/n is too cool for oscar (she's also really mean to fernando but in a funny way . . . sorry nando) mentions of a crash ( everybody was fine, y/n is just still feeling the emotional effects )
author's note: so for a while now i've been wanting to make a story or a fic that focuses on the reserve drivers because i feel like they all sort of get forgotten, so this fic is dedicated to the reserves and those who hide behind the scenes : )
"alright, jamie and logan got the extra dye from alex, liam and dennis are going to distract the old man." y/n started eagerly, making grabby hands towards logan sargeant, who gave her a strange look before passing over the bottle of red hair dye. "oscar, do you and jack have a way of getting into his driver's room?"
the reserve drivers were standing outside the alpine hospitality building, mischeif in their eyes as a plan started brewing. the reserve and development drivers were only performatively employed through driver's academies. they had no real reason to be there on race weekends. very rarely were they actually needed.
it was natural for them to get bored, expected, even. because who wanted to stand around and look at data all day when it didn't even affect them? who wanted to take a ten hour flight to another continent just to sit around and do nothing all race weekend except look good for the team?
and that's when nico hulkenberg had made his proposal. every season, it was a new game. always disruptive to the regular drivers, always chaotic and more than once it got guenther steiner swearing at the lot of them. two teams, a season full of dares and challenges.
and may the best pranksters win.
jack doohan nodded. "it was shockingly easy to get his keys. all you've gotta do is find a way to swap out his shampoo for the dye. and then when he goes to take a shower after free practice," jack clapped his hands together. "his hair will be red before the old codger knows what hit him."
their team was the young guns, the under twenty-fives. there were more of them than anybody else, but they were competing against guys who had been there way longer: nico hulkenberg, antonio giovinazzi, robert schwartzman, nyck de vries, stoffel vandoorne and pietro fittipaldi
"i'll come inside with you. since the contract thing started, people in alpine hospitality have been giving me a wide berth." oscar piastri shrugged his shoulders, hands in the front pockets of his black chinos, making his alpine polo ride up, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach.
y/n sucked in a barely audible breath, hoping that nobody around noticed.
she wasn't sure when she developed a crush on the aussie f2 champion, but she knew it wouldn't lead her anywhere good. never mix business and pleasure, so she had always been told.
no, it was better to leave oscar to his own devices. to pretend she felt nothing towards him.
"you don't have to." she said gently, pulling a denim jacket over her alfa romeo polo. with any luck, she was little-known enough that the hospitality staff wouldn't recognize her and just let her pass through.
worst comes to worst, she could always pretend she was coming to say hi to abbi pulling, who had recently signed to the alpine young driver's programme.
"you don't even know where his driver's room is."
she hated it when oscar was right. "fine." she pouted, hooking her fingers in her belt loops. "but let's make it quick, before daddy szafnauer gets the wrong idea."
jack snorted, and logan shook his head, wishing he could leave the conversation.
"excuse me, what?" the american frowned, raising his eyebrows. "there's something wrong with you."
"what?" she laughed, sipping from her plastic starbucks cup.
god, oscar would never tire of that sound, the visual of y/n throwing her head back, smile splitting her features as her hair spilled down her back.
"he's like, the fourth most fuckable team principal. don't even get me started on daddy toto."
"there's a scale?" jack looked scandalized. "i am but a mere child, too innocent for this!"
oscar snorted. "according to the country of australia, you're street legal, doohan."
"here's the scale: toto, jost, andreas, otmar, christian, mattia, mike, guenther, fred, franz. i'd fuck ted kravitz, too. don't underestimate daddy kravitz."
somehow, at the revelation that y/n wanted to fuck toto wolff, oscar's ego ached. if her type was six foot five austrian men old enough to be her father twice over, what chance did he have?
'"i know way too much about you." logan shook his head, beginning to walk backwards. "good luck fucking fernando over- bad word choice given that last conversation, let me know how it goes."'
y/n laughed, playfully punching oscar in the arm. "come on, alpine's most wanted. i've got an old man's day to ruin and a self-centered german to upstage."
y/n tossed the bottle in the air, catching it with a grin as she brushed past oscar and headed into the hospitality suite.
oscar watched her go with wide, bright eyes, attempting to casually hide the boner forming in his khaki's as his eyes zeroed in on the alfa romeo driver's sashaying backside, made extra prominent by her tight black jeans.
"you coming, problem child?" she shouted, a bright smile on her face as she stuck her head out of the glass door.
"coming in just a second!"
"i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"""i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"
"fuck off!" oscar whined, pushing jack's hands away as he sauntered up the hospitality steps. "i'm doing it for my commitment to the bit."
he wished that he had sounded like he believed it, but everybody knew that he didn't.
everybody knew that he did it because he was head over heels for y/n y/l/n.
he ran to catch up to her, directing the testing driver in the direction of fernando alonso's diver's room. fernando was never the original target of that prix weekend's scheme. in fact, y/n was never supposed to be the person who planned it. this was supposed to be frederik vesti's weekend to plan and execute the scheme.
but after an unfortunate incident in fp1 resulted in fernando cutting y/n off and sending her into the wall, cutting her coveted rookie driving session short, a session she had fought freddie vasseur tooth and nail to steal away from theo pourchaire, plans had changed and she'd swapped weekends with fred.
drawing the keys out of her jacket pocket and offloading her frappucino on the australian standing next to her, she opened the unmarked door to fernando's room, rolling her eyes at the massive spanish flag hanging on the wall.
"where's the fucker's shampoo? he doesn't get to ruin my one young driver session and get away with it." she started pacing, hands reaching to the back of her head to tap on the brim of the backwards baseball cap she was wearing. "changing his hair color is fucking mercy compared to what i should be doing to him."
"shower's are that way." oscar nodded, cocking his head towards a royal blue hallway. "how many points do you think this is going to get us with the hulk? you have to admit, that stunt he pulled on crofty and brundle last week was kind of legendary."
y/n rolled her eyes, heading towards fernando's shower and wishing she had brought gloves. seriously, what do old men get up to when they shower? she didn't want to find out. she could get a goddamn staph infection just from stepping foot in the damn thing.
"all nico did was fuck with the microphones. they fixed it in less than half an hour. all that happened was making sure that fp1 was narrated by darth vader." she shook her head, wincing as she reached into fernando's shower, wishing she could have gotten somebody else to do it. "nico shouldn't even be doing the scoring if he's participating. why can't kubica do it? he's a neutral party."
but there wasn't enough money in the world to pay one of the other reserves to stand in fernando alonso's shower.
she uncapped the bottle of men's head and shoulders, overturning it in the bathroom sink as she turned on the faucet, watching the thick, cream colored liquid bubble and fizz as it went down the drain.
"robert made it damn clear that he wants nothing to do with this." oscar laughed, trying to decipher the label on the side of the starbucks cup, curious to see what sweet concoction was in the cup, especially knowing that she didn't like to drink coffee.
"understandable. i think robert's kind of done with everybody's bullshit. mostly theo's, though. frankly, so am i. truth be told, i think vasseur wants me gone." she frowned, twisting open the bottle of red dye that logan had given her and upending it over the plastic bottle. "i don't think that he's a fan of the fact that i'm never going to drive competitively."
"that's a bullshit reason for him to fire you."
"that's what i said!" y/n complained, throwing her hands in the air as she waited for the thick red dye to drain. she wasn't even sure if her plan was going to work: fernando's hair was dark, and it was arguable that the color might not even show unless the spaniard bleached it first. "i've never wanted to drive competitively, but after what happened in magny-cours, i'll never be able to compete again."
she had never wanted the fame, the glory, the champagne and the trophies. all she'd ever wanted to do was drive. she'd had a mediocrely successful season with the w series in 2019, followed up by half a season in formula three before a three-car crash had broken four bones in her foot.
she could still drive, and she loved her job working in testing and development, but she could tell that frederic vasseur was tiring of prepping and training a driver that was never going to make it to f1. a driver that would never compete in anything ever again. the crash had stolen all of her self-confidence, and there was nothing she could do other than pack all of her dignity in a box and walk out of the prema garage, terrified to ever race again, for fear of another incident occurring. her partnership with the ferrari driver's academy had fallen through a year later, and she counted her blessings every day that alfa romeo had rescued her from the wreckage of what she had seen her life becoming.
shaking her head as she realized that the dye bottle was empty, she rinsed it out before stowing the evidence in her jacket pocket and putting the cap back on the shampoo bottle before thrusting it back into fernando's shower.
"come on, piastri." she grinned, taking her drink back from the academy driver. "let's get out of here. all we can do now is wait for the old man to have a shower, and then nico is going to have to give in and declare us the winners."
they got their answer three hours later.
y/n was walking through the paddock with jamie chadwick and jessica hawkins, twirling her paddock pass between her fingers as she made small talk with the girls she considered to be her best friends.
"so, y/n . . . " jess started, the pom pom on her signature beanie hat bouncing as the brit walked. "are you finally going to tell oscar?"
"nope." she answered. too fast, always too fast when it came to feelings. too quick to catch them, even quicker to deny them. especially when they concerned the boy at the center of every f1 news story in the last two weeks, ever since he had announced he would not be signing with alpine, but in fact would be ousting daniel ricciardo from mclaren. "never. no feelings whatsoever."
"aw, jess, look at her face go all red." jamie laughed, nudging y/n's side. "she's definitley in love with piastri."
"um, go fuck yourselves. both of you." she laughed, trying to hide how flustered she was. she had been waiting all day for fernando to come running out of hospitality, cussing her out in spanish at the top of his lungs. "the way my life is going, i might not even be around the paddock next year. i've actually started looking into testing for formula e, maybe i can become a reserve driver or something there. mclaren will need people."
"vasseur finally sick of seeing your face in his garage?" jess replied sadly. "i'm sorry, love. freddie just has a stick up his ass and someone needs to yank it out. with force."
the girls laughed, arms around shoulder's as they kept walking down the paddock. y/n froze, reaching for jess and jamie's arms, trying to get them to slow down before they walked past the alpine suite. jack and oscar were sitting on the patio with liam and dennis, waiting to see the fruits of their labour.
"who did this?! which pendejo is responsible!?"
"jesus fucking christ." jess groaned. "please tell me that you didn't."
on y/n's other side, jamie extended her hand for a low high five. "so that's what the dye was for." she laughed as the front door to alpine hospitality swung open, a furious fernando alonso standing on the front steps.
his hair was still soaking wet, but it was clear to everybody in a five mile radius that his hair was now a very vivid cherry red. the pure look of rage on the spaniard's face should have been enough to send a shockwave of terror through her body.
instead, it just made her feel alive.
at the patio table, the four boys had collapsed in laughter. jack had his head buried in his hands while liam had his phone out to videotape the entire encounter.
"did you cabrons do this?" fernando roared. "as if what you've done to the sanctity of this team wasn't enough!"
"oscar, run!" she could hear dennis hauger shout through his fit of laughter.
oscar stayed put, laughing to himself as he looked over at y/n.
and when he winked at her, she thought her legs would buckle, the butterflies spreading through her stomach so rapidly that she thought she might be sick.
she had been past the point of denying her feelings to herself a long long time ago, and now the aussie had a permanent place in her dreams, in both horny and wholesome ways. her fingers had become quite acquainted with the motions they robotically performed whenever oscar piastri appeared in her late-night fantasies.
"oi fernando!" she shouted, throwing her middle finger up in the air, ignoring all the patrons and crew members who were gawking at the alpine driver. "that's for sending me into the barriers, you old cunt!"
when fernando turned back to her, jessica grabbed her hand, and in a fit of laughter the three girls took off down the paddock to the aston martin garage.
nico hulkenberg had decided to award ten points for that stunt.
he had given himself eight points for the darth vader microphone trick.
the war would continue for weeks upon weeks, only stopping for the summer break. jessica and y/n had teamed up with liam to cover lawrence stroll's desk in plastic wrap, rendering it unusable and relishing in watching the multi-millionaire throw a fit when he couldn't figure out how to get the plastic wrap off his ikea desk. ( worth eight points. )
robert schwartzman and antonio giovinazzi had countered that by gluing clown wigs to the headphones used by the ferrari pit wall. to this day, mattia still didn't know who was responsible. ( worth five points. ferrari were already enough of a joke as is. )
and suddenly they were in sao paolo, and the season was almost over. begrudgingly, hulkenberg had relented and crowned the younger group the winners.
y/n had hefted the large lego trophy with a proud look on her face, standing in the center of oscar piastri's king-sized hotel bed while the other reserve drivers clapped for her from the floor.
they had gathered together for one last hurrah, a night without pranks or fighting or superiority complexes. a night to celebrate: logan, nyck, oscar and nico were all being promoted.
and y/n had news of her own that she planned to announce after the season ended in abu dhabi: she would be leaving f1 to go to formula e and act as the reserve and development driver for avalanche andretti now that she knew for certain that vasseur would not be renewing her alfa contract for another year.
jamie would be leaving for indy nxt, and liam for japanese super formula. it was truly their last night all together, their last night of things being the way that they used to be.
"i think we need to end this season properly." pietro insisted, reaching for the bottle of ferrari trento that was in the middle of the circle where they were all sitting. "it's our last season together, so forgive me for growing attached to you motherfuckers."
with news of nico returning to grid with his new place at haas, he had been quick to hand the reins of the prank war to his young apprentice. pietro fittipaldi intended to take his job very seriously, and was already dividing the teams for the 2023 season.
"psst, i'll still be around." y/n said, hopping down from the bed. "someone's gotta keep piastri in check. and who else is going to remind you all just how fuckable your bosses are."
"ugh, never say those words again, i beg you!" antonio begged. "if i ever hear you talk about 'daddy mattia' again, i swear i will put a laxative in your drink, just like i did to steiner."
the laxative stunt had won giovinazzi eight points, but at what cost? guenther had been pissed off for the rest of the weekend, and there had been a smell lingering around the haas motorhome despite f1's best efforts at cleaning it up.
y/n just laughed, holding out her plastic solo cup. "hit me, fittipaldi. i want as much champagne as can fit in this glass."
pietro shook his head, but abided the testing driver's request, filling the solo cup up to the line.
"what do you say that we make this night a little more interesting?" jack doohan proposed, looking over at oscar and y/n out of the corner of his eye.
the two young adults were sitting directly next to each other, their knees touching through their jeans. and then jack suddenly had the best worst idea ever.
he turned to liam, lowering his voice and whispering something into the kiwi's ear before they both burst out into sly grins.
"oi, fitti, how much champagne is left in that bottle?"
pietro frowned, looking at the green glass bottle in his hands. "like, a third. why?"
"just drink it so we can use the bottle." liam suggested, offering up his own solo cup. "pour the rest of it in here."
"nope." robert schwartzman cut in. "liam, i refuse to deal with your drunk ass again. that can be somebody else's problem today."
as pietro passed off the bottle, nico met liam's shit eating grin. still chuckling to himself, the red bull junior nodded in the direction of oscar and y/n, who were signing the nineties song blasting from pietro's phone in a very tipsy, our of key way. but somehow, they were perfectly in tune with each other, even if their rendition of 'hot in herre' didn't match up with one nelly was singing on the other end of the phone speaker.
nico's eyes widened as he watched jack set up the bottle in the middle of the circle.
they were going to play spin the bottle, but with the number of men outweighing the number of women, it was a set up for chaos. but even more than that, it was supposed to be a way to get two very specific lovesick idiots to finally admit how they felt about each other.
"who's ready for spin the bottle?!" liam shouted, being met with cheers from some of the other guys. guys who just wanted to see something really stupid that they could use as blackmail material.
but nobody missed how oscar and y/n instinctually moved away from each other as pietro shut the music off, a dusting pink on their cheeks as y/n moved to put jamie in between her and oscar.
"aren't we a little old for this?" stoffel vandoorne sighed. "we are grown ass adults."
liam shrugged. "you don't have to play if you don't want to."
"and let you jackasses have all the fun?"
"i say trophy bearer over there goes first." jack proposed, pointing at y/n.
nobody missed the way that her eyes flicked to oscar, nerves settling in her stomach. it was fine, she told herself. there was no way that the bottle would land on oscar. and next year, she'd be in a different paddock and her heart could cool down from all the ways that the aussie used to make it race.
taking a deep breath, she leaned forward to spin the empty trento bottle, nails scraping against the label. she closed her eyes, sitting back on her heels and crossing her fingers behind her back that god would be on her side.
hoping and praying that it wouldn't land on oscar.
and because her eyes were still closed, she didn't have a chance to watch jack nudge his foot into the circle, stilling the bottle's movements so that it landed on oscar piastri.
oscar's face flushed pink as he leaned back against the bed. next to him, liam and jack cheered, as did nico from the other side of the circle.
"oscar and y/n!" the german cheered. "now where's the closet? we're playing full seven minutes in heaven, out here we'll set the timer. you kids have fun." nico winked
trying not to make eye contact with each other, oscar and y/n got to their feet, slowly walking over to the closet like they had been sentenced to the gallows.
"ladies first." oscar coughed out, sliding the mirrored door open and allowing y/n to slip inside the confined space. the future mclaren driver followed her inside.
they stood less than two feet apart, breaths heavy.
"we don't have to do this if you don't want to." oscar said quietly. "nico is a jackass. we can just stand here and talk for seven minutes."
"oscar," she cut him off. "i need to tell you something." the time for being a coward was over. she wasn't going to be here next year. if oscar didn't feel the same, at least she wouldn't have to deal with seeing his stupid, pretty face every day. "i'm not coming back next year. vasseur told me that management is changing, and that the new guy isn't likely to keep me around if i'm never going to drive competitively again. i'm going to andretti, oscar. i'm going to be a formula e reserve in 2023."
"what? what do you mean you went to andretti?" oscar's voice was faint as he stared at her, his eyes slowly moving from her plump, pink lips, down to her tiny black garage top, the lace of her bralette peeking through the deep-cut collar, her cleavage on perfect display.
if he was ever going to do something with his feelings, now would be the time.
but y/n didn't even give him the chance, pressing up on her toes to smash her lips to oscar's, his hands flying to her waist. it was a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as oscar pushed her back against the wall.
sometimes, a kiss could say more than words.
she moaned as oscar's hands squeezed her thighs through her army green flare pants, the aussie taking that moment to gently slip his tongue in between her lips. her fingers carded at his hair, gently pulling a small handful, eliciting a growl from the driver's throat before he changed his area of focus, hungrily kissing her neck.
y/n gasped at the feeling, a sensation made double as oscar's cold hands touched her skin, teasing the bottom of her shirt, running over her toned stomach.
"oscar." she whined, feeling a familiar ache in between her thighs. in the back her mind, she wondered if they were nearing the end of their seven minutes.
or if nico had even bothered to count.
they got their answer when a harsh knock on the closet door startled oscar so much that he tripped on his own feet, falling to the carpeted floor.
"time's up, kiddos!" stoffel shouted from the other side. "make yourselves decent and then get your asses back out here."
getting decent would be difficult: her hair was a mess, a hickey already forming on the side of her neck, and there was definitely a bulge in oscar's jeans that wasn't there when the duo entered the closet.
"fuck." she mumbled, resting her head against the wall. "what do we do?"
"it's my room." oscar reminded. "i can just kick them out, and we can finish what we started."
"good plan." y/n agreed, throwing the closet door open.
the pair stumbled out, and oscar found himself tugging the tails of his button up shirt over his crotch, hoping that nobody could tell how massively turned on he was.
"everybody out!" he shouted. "this night has been incredible, but i'm very tired and have things to do in the morning." he lied blatantly, dragging dennis and jack to their feet.
logan gave him a very confused look. "the fuck? tomorrow is race day? they don't need any of us."
"logan." jamie said gently "read the room."
it took the american a minute as the rest of the reserve drivers groaned, abandoning their night of champagne and debauchery. or at least, relocating it from oscar's room. but when the pieces clicked in his mind, his eyes went wide. "what the fuck? you're kicking us out so you can fuck, aren't you?"
"ew!" robert shouted. "god, you guys are terrible!"
jack and liam just winked at each other as they slipped into the hallway, thankful that their plan had worked, and that the two would finally stop being idiots around each other.
"yes, now get the fuck out unless you want to watch." y/n concluded, kicking theo pourchaire in the back to try and get him to stand up.
"wait, live porn is an option? i'll hide in the closet, i swear you won't even know that i'm there!" pietro shouted, half joking and half not as oscar pushed him through the doorframe.
"out!" oscar shouted again, holding the door open as all of the drivers walked out in single file.
"call us in the morning and tell us all about it, love." jessica winked at y/n as she and jamie followed stoffel out.
"oh of course." y/n agreed. "see you all in the morning. or not!" she shouted down the hallway before oscar closed and locked the door.
they stood toe to toe, soft smiles on their faces.
"hi, lover." she said softly, eyes on his lips.
"hi." he said, just as soft as he pressed his lips to hers. "no, where were we?"
"well, i think you were about to do this." she hummed, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it to the ground.
oscar's eyes darkened at the sight. the lacy black bralette was even better now that he could see all of it, the halter strap sweeping up around the back of neck. as she spun around, he could see the thin strap draping low down on her back.
"god, you're beautiful." he rasped.
she wasn't prepared for how deep his voice was going to get, but it thrilled her to no end, knowing that she'd had that effect on oscar this entire time.
"you know what makes it even better?" she lowered her voice, pretending to be distracted as she started to undo the buttons on oscar's shirt. "i'm wearing a matching thong."
"bed, now." oscar insisted, sweeping her off her feet.
it was going to be a looong night.
for the request on X
i've got my eye on you, too –pedri
part 2 of i've got my eye on you <3
the sight of gavi hit pedri like a punch to the face. and that was before gavi had actually punched him in the face.
"OH MY GOD", you screamed. everything happened so fast, one minute you were kissing pedri, the next gavi had found you two and now he had pushed pedri and punched him in the face. all in the blink of an eye. and you didn't quite understand anything that was happening.
pedri's cheek throbbed relentlessly, and he brought one of his hands to press it and try to calm the pain. he didn't fight back, he did in fact deserve the hit. but he still didn't regret a single thing.
gavi's face was a mixed of disgust and anger, pedri had seen that face on the field many times when his best friend got mad at some player, but he had never seen that look directed at him.
gavi came very close to pedri, "you're a piece of shit", he said in a low voice, and then stormed off, slamming the door.
you were still in shock, but you reacted when you saw pedri's face filled with pain. you gently took his face with your hands to take a better look, "are you okay?", you quickly asked him.
he closed his eyes and nodded, "yeah don't worry im fine", he said. he was hurting, but he didn't want to worry you and it wasn't like the pain was unbearable.
you traced your thumb along his cheekbone, "you just got punched in the face by your best friend, you don't have to lie"
"okay fine, please bring me some ice because that fucker might not be very tall but he can throw a punch", he grimaced.
you got him some ice and you two sat on the sofa. the house was empty, everyone had left already, and fer was probably passed out drunk on his bed.
"so...", you started, trying to make sense of what had happened, "i guess gavi didn't want you kissing me right after he had asked me to go out on a date"
pedri let out a sigh. "yeah, i guess i can tell you truth now"
and so he did. he told you how he had felt attracted to you from the very beginning and how gavi had felt too, and how he felt like he had to take a step back for his best friend.
"so what? you were willing to watch from the sidelines?" you couldn't believe what he was telling you.
"yes. at first. look, he was mesmerized by you and i had never seen him like that, so i decided to let him shoot his shot. i thought it would be easier if i stayed away from you but i got to know you more and then i was having feelings for you, and i couldn't help it", he was letting it all out, word after word like it had been burning inside of him, "and then he said he'd ask you out and i decided to avoid you all night because i figured it would help but-"
you cut him out, shutting him up with your lips. pedri forgot what he was saying, forgot he had gotten punched, he could forget his own name every time his lips were on yours.
you joined your foreheads together, "i can't believe you were willing to put your own feelings aside for someone else" this just proved how good and how pure his heart was.
"i never realized you liked me", he said quietly. "if i had known... maybe this whole thing could've been avoided and my best friend wouldn't hate me right now"
you leaned back. now you were feeling guilty. this whole mess had started when you kissed him, and now the beautiful friendship the two boys had was all messed up.
like he was reading your mind, pedri sweetly grabbed your chin and looked you in the eye, "don't you dare feel guilty about any of this okay? this my problem with him"
you slightly nodded and he gave you a forehead kiss, "we both need some rest after tonight"
...
fight or not fight, the boys had to go training. the whole team could feel the weird tension that was happening between the two players, but as long as it didn't affect their performance on the field, nobody said anything.
and that was the worst part, gavi thought, it didn't matter that he was mad at pedri, they still had a huge bond, they still knew each other so well on the field that playing with him was like a second nature, it was like nothing had happened.
but after training was over, things were not that easy.
"man we gotta talk", pedri went after gavi, in their way to the locker room. it was a mistake, pedri knew that, he needed to let gavi alone for a couple of days until he calmed down and was less mad, that was how it worked with him, but pedri couldn't wait.
gavi shook his head, still not looking at him. "you could kiss any girl", he said, "and yet you kissed her?"
pedri fidgeted with his hands, "i have feelings for her as well, i never said anything because i thought it would go away but at the party-"
gavi turned shooting him a furious glance, "so you didn't even tell me that?! you have liked her all along and you just couldn't fucking tell me so we could work it out? you just had to go kiss her the same night i TOLD you i was going to talk to her?", gavi ran his hand through his face, he was tired and hurt and everything that came out of pedri's mouth was making it all worse.
"im so sorry just let me expl-"
gavi cut him out "i don't want to see you", he started walking to the bathroom, "or talk to you", he looked at him from the shoulder, "i don't know how to trust you", and then he left.
two weeks had passed since gavi's last interaction with pedri, they kept playing together but gavi refused to let pedri explain everything.
so if gavi didn't want to hear him, at least he would read what he had to say. pedri spent the whole night writing a letter, explaining with detail all the events that had happened. he let his heart out, he wanted to be as honest as possible since he hadn't been honest with his friend from the beginning. he wrote about his feelings for you, about your feelings for him, and how he didn't knew it was reciprocal. he hoped with everything that he had that gavi would read it, and could forgive him.
so in training the next day, the last guy to come out of the locker room was pedri, and he slipped his letter into gavi's backpack. afterwards, he left, waiting and hoping that would be enough.
...
now your birthday was coming up on friday, and pedri had a special date planned out.
he was secretly a romantic, always thinking that somebody was out in the world meant to be his other half, and after you told him you had been a barcelona fan your entire life, he was more than sure you were the one. so, he spoke with a lot of people and begged a couple of times, and he had the camp nou opened just for the two of you at night.
and you had no idea about it.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU", you smiled at your pillow hearing laura's loud voice, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Y/N, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU", she threw herself at your bed.
you laughed and hugged her, "thank you love, how lovely it is you hear you this loud in the morning"
she laughed, "i know i am the best", she stood up and urged you to do the same, "you have a special gift waiting for you outside so move your ass"
you know it couldn't be him, he was training this early. you got out of bed and went to the living room, there you found a huge bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flowers.
with the biggest smile on your face you picked up the note that was on the bouquet and read it.
happy birthday to the girl who spins my whole world around <3
can't wait to see you tonight. -P
your stomach filled with butterflies you couldn't help to giggle, you were falling for him and there was no way to stop it. he had become such an important person to you, and everyday you were grateful to the universe for bringing him to you.
you took a photo with the flowers and sent it to him. you are simply the best, thank you for always making me feel so special, you texted him.
laura wanted to organize you a little party here tonight, but pedri had asked her to leave your night free for the two of you, so you would have a little party tomorrow, and your parents would come so they could meet him. you went to have a shower and prepare to go to work, wondering exactly what he had planned for the date.
you had ask him to give him a clue to know what to wear to wherever you were going, and he had only told you not to wear heels, to wear something you would feel comfortable in. so it definitely wasn't a restaurant, you thought.
you were finishing with your perfume when somebody knocked on the door. you quickly went to open it. his handsome face was waiting for you on the other side, "happy birthday my love"
you hugged him, you loved how he always smelled good. "thank you", you said, your face on the crook of his neck.
after the hug he said, "you look beautiful", his eyes ran through your body from head to toe, you blushed a bit and he kissed you, after waiting the whole day to do it. electricity ran through your body. this night felt different for some reason. your hands went to his hair as you kissed him back, forgetting about the plans, only concentrated in the way his lips tasted, and how his hands were roaming your back.
"of course you haven't left and instead are making out in public display", you heard laura say with amusement, "didn't he get punched in the face for doing exactly that?"
"laura shut up", pedri said, grabbing your hand, "we're leaving now"
she laughed, "yeah wear protection kids", she turned to head to her room, "oh and have fun!" she said, as you two left the apartment.
"you still haven't heard of gavi?", you asked getting on his car.
pedri felt a sting of pain on his chest, "no, nothing", he said and started driving.
you placed your hand on his thigh to comfort him, "im sure he'll reach you eventually", you said sweetly, you knew how much he missed his best friend, and you still felt guilty about the way shit had went down.
"yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. it's your day today", he said quickly looking at you. "i really hope you like my surprise"
"so, are you telling me where we're going?", you asked him, looking at the streets of barcelona.
"you'll find out soon enough", he winked at you, and kept driving.
and some time later, you saw where you were going, you entered the parking lot of the most beautiful stadium of the world, the camp nou.
your hands intertwined, and the smile on your face growing and growing bigger and bigger, pedri led you to the field, after saying hello to one of the men who worked there. you were amazed by the immensity and the beauty of the stadium.
"i can't believe you got the place just for us", you said to him. "it's beautiful to see it at night, i'd never visited it at this time"
"i know", he said quietly, and then you saw the ball and it all made perfect sense. "i thought we could improve our football skills with the camp all for ourselves", you looked even more beautiful under the lights of the field, and he could swear your eyes were glowing. and he was sure that you smiling on the field was the most precious sight his eyes had seen.
you laughed, "it's very sweet how you say you can improve your football skills when you are like the best player of the team"
"there is always room to learn", he said, grabbing the ball, "who knows? maybe you could teach me something new about football", he smiled.
"i have a feeling you will be the one who teach me everything about football today", you gave him a peck on the lips.
"let's start then", he held you hand, "let's see how good are your penalty shots"
it was the most special thing somebody had done for you. he taught you how to shoot, how to make a great pass, he told you with which part of your foot you had to kick the ball. you loved learning and listening to him. you two spent the night playing with each other, laughing about how bad you were, and talking about everything. besides, kissing a barça player under the lights of camp nou was something straight out of a fairytale.
"this was the perfect birthday", you murmured against his lips.
after you were tired, you got on the car and left, "i thought we could go to my place and watch a movie to rest a bit", he said, and your pulse fastened.
"i'd love to", you said, and now he was the one who put his hand on your thigh.
you slept together for the first time that night, and it officially became the best birthday you'd had. he dropped you off by your place right before he left to train.
...
laura organized a cute party the next day, the apartmente filled with your friends and family. you introduced pedri to your parents and of course they loved him, how could they not? he was like a dream, always polite and funny without trying to. the party was ending, you were about to eat the cake when somebody knocked on the door.
"hey, y/n", gavi was standing at the door with a little gift on his hands and looking like he wanted to get away from there as fast as possible. "happy birthday", he gave you the present and you took it.
you were impressed to see him here, not really sure how he had known about the party, but you took his presence as a good sign. "thank you", you said and you gave him a quick hug. "come in, we're gonna eat cake". he hesitated but he joined the little party.
truth was, gavi had read the letter, and he had done his best to understand the entire situation. he wanted things with pedri to be the way they were before, he deeply missed his best friend. but, he hadn't felt ready to see you again with him. until laura texted him, inviting him to the party, she talked to gavi, and that also helped. so now here he was, ready to speak to pedri again, and ready to make peace with the whole situation.
pedri spotted gavi and his eyes widened, he went to him and opened his mouth to talk but no words came out.
gavi rolled his eyes, "well, i can't stay mad at you forever", he gave him a little smile. pedri smiled wholeheartedly and gave him a hug. he had missed his best friend, his brother, and now he was back.
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flowers and rain –mick schumacher.
short story i wrote a while ago <3
pov: you and mick took a break, but he shows up on your birthday to talk to you.
you hear a knock on your door. "did you guys order anything?", you ask your friends while you walk to the door. you open it and your heart starts jumping on your chest as you lock eyes with the last person you thought would be standing outside of your apartment. mick gives you a shy smile, holding on for dear life on the flowers he bought for you.
"happy birthday, sunshine", he says, and you can't help but want to wrap your arms around him and never let him go. all the emotions you have been pushing away for the past 4 months come at you like a wave, drowning you. your eyes water and you give in, closing the distance between the two of you. you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, closing your eyes, allowing yourself one moment of selfishness. you feel his arms quickly wrap around your waist and you inhale his minty scent, one that you never seem to get enough from.
"thank you, micky", you whisper against his ear. god you've missed him. the hug ends as you both separate from each other, although the minute that is over you are already missing the feeling of his body close to yours. you need to pull yourself together as he gives you the flowers. of course they have to be lilies, mick never forgets how much you love them. you accept them and you extend your arm and signal him to come inside. he does and you close the door, but he quickly stops and turns to look at you.
"i'm sorry i'm here this late", he says. "i just- really needed to see you, and wish you a happy birthday".
"it's fine, we stayed up chatting and all", you say. "mom and the girls came and we had a little party here".
speaking of them, angi calls out to you from your room. "y/n who is it? hurry up or we are gonna eat all the ice cream".
"i'm coming!", you yell at her.
"if you don't mind, i'd really like to talk to you", mick glances at the door and then at you again, feeling nervous. "but if you're busy i'll just-"
"no, don't go", you blurt, hating how needy you sound. but you cant stand the idea of him going away again. you are familiar with the pain that causes. "let me go tell them you're here and we can go to the rooftop and talk privately". you search for a vase to put the flowers on before going to your room. you open the door and put your hand on your mouth, still processing the fact that the boy you love is right outside waiting to talk to you.
your friends all give you confused looks.
"what's wrong? who was it?", mom asks you.
"mick is outside. he brought me flowers. and told me he needed to see me. and talk to me. and oh wish me a happy birthday like he doesn’t know that the best present i could receive is him standing outside of my door", you tell them as you simultaneously see them all open their mouths to form a perfect "o". "so i'm gonna leave you here, and i'm gonna go outside to talk to him, so behave", you say and you don't give them a chance to say anything as you slip away from the room and come back to mick. you both leave the apartment and take the stairs to the rooftop in silence.
what does he want to talk to you about? has he missed you like you've missed him? does he also want to get together because he finds that the world without you does not seem as colorful as it was before? is he gonna tell you he met somebody else and your break is more than over? thousand of questions swirl in your mind. you get to the rooftop and you take the both of you to the pair of chairs that are always in here but he shakes his head, as you hear thunder from afar.
"i would rather not sit. since i've been sitting during most of my trip", he says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. he always does that when he's nervous.
you let out a sigh and decide to get this over with and finally know what's going on. "why are you here?"
"you know i've never been able to lie to you, even if i were, it would never be possible for me to hide how much i miss you. because i do, y/n, so fucking much", his blue eyes look sincere, and you feel the sudden need to cry. because it is obvious the break has affected you both the same way. "i understand why we decided to take a break, and it honestly seemed like the right call at the time, but it clearly wasn't. not when i can't seem to stop longing for you at every moment of the day. so i am here now, willing to put my heart out for you but most importantly willing to listen how you feel. and finally end this doubt that eats me alive every day.", his hands grip mine as he gives me a sweet look. "do you miss me too?"
"of course i do, micky. and this break has caused more pain than good. i know we were not in the best position when we decided to part ways for some time, but it was nothing compared to the hollow feeling that is not having you with me." you feel the first drops of rain on your skin, you let go of his hands and take your hands to cup his cheeks. "i love you, mick schumacher, and not even a hundred breaks could make that go away".
rain starts falling from the sky as he closes the gap between the two of you. he kisses you with a burning passion, trying to show you just how much he has thought about this moment. your hands go to his hair and his hands grip your hips. the rain keeps coming down on you. not all the words in the world could describe the kiss, and all the magic it came with it. you break the kiss breathless, and you can't help but to smile at the beautiful boy in front of you, with his red lips and his hair soaking wet.
"this kiss? and under the rain?", you murmur against his lips. "best birthday present i could ever receive". he laughs as you hug him, your head resting on his chest, and his head resting above yours.
"i love you. promise me you will never forget that." he says, closing his eyes.
"i promise", you vow, thinking you couldn't be more in love with him.
Charles Leclerc, Ferrari F1 development driver, watches testing from a grandstand at the Circuit de Barcelona Catalunya, Spain (7 March 2017) 📸 Zak Mauger
his face card alone has done more for this sport than some people's entire careers
i've got my eye on you –pedri
pedri and gavi met y/n and they both have a crush on her, pedri decides to step aside and let his best friend go after her. but turns out things are not as simple as that.
all pedri could think about was that girl he had just met. his friend laura had came by his house to return something she had borrowed from pedri and she had brought a friend with her. y/n was by far the prettiest girl he had laid eyes on. he had asked them to come in and have a drink with him and gavi, who was also at his house. gavi had introduced himself to y/n, and also invited her and laura to come him but the girls couldn't stay so they left. and that what all it took for pedri to have y/n constantly in his head for the rest of the day.
what he didn't know was that the same thing was happening to gavi.
"look man im pretty sure i fell in love at first sight", gavi said in the car, while pedri drove him to his place.
pedri laughed, "well that's the first time ive heard you say that"
"i know, i don't usually say this but you know the girl that was with laura today? y/n? ive been thinking about her all day" , gavi brought his hands to his face, embarrassed.
pedri's stomach sank. okay, they both thought y/n was a pretty girl, nothing was wrong with that. but he had never ever heard gavi -who was never seriously interested in any girl- speak like that about anyone.
"she is beautiful, the most beautiful girl ive seen, and she also seemed pretty sweet", gavi said looking at his best friend. "you gotta invite laura to hang out, and tell her to bring y/n"
pedri laughed again. "okay, lover boy." he tried to wipe y/n's pretty smile off his mind. gavi was interested in her, and he was like his little brother, he couldn't be in the way, no matter how much he thought of y/n. he wouldn't let his attraction to her go any further.
...
"im gonna ask you a favor, and it's one that you'll probably like", laura said wiggling her eyebrows and entering your room.
"what is it?", you asked smiling, knowing nothing your roomie could be planning would be good.
"i know you have to go out today to buy some food so on your way here could you please give this to pedri? he left this sweater here forever ago and now he wants it back for whatever reason", she said. "you know where his place is, i'll let him know you're the one going because i am busy."
"laura you are NOT busy", you said giving her a judgy look.
"i know but im in my pajamas and i don't want to get changed", she whined, "besides you can see your new crush."
you threw her your pillow, "oh my god i only said that he was really cute shut up!!"
"same thing darling", she winked at you, "but please i'm being serious, would you do it?"
you were actually excited to see pedri again so you couldn't say no to her.
you remembered where he lived since you had met him about a week ago, you got to his front door and knocked.
"hi, y/n", pedri said with a smile.
"hey", you replied, "i brought your sweater", you handed it to him awkwardly.
he thanked you and before he could really think it through he said, "do you want to come in and have a drink?" he knew he shouldn't, but he had been thinking about you for days and now that you were here he couldn't resist to try yo make you stay a little longer.
you said yes, maybe even a little too quickly but you were a bit nervous so you just blurted it out.
and just like that you spent all afternoon talking, to be fair time went faster when pedri was with you. even though he was quite shy for a football player, you two seemed to connect and conversation would flow easily. you told him how you had met laura and he told you how she and him were friends since they were little.
"wow i should probably get going, surely lau is wondering where i am", you chuckled.
"yeah no worries", pedri said standing up, and he accompanied you to the door. "it was... very nice talking to you", he couldn't help to say it, he had loved every minute of it, getting to know you a bit more. just as friends, of course, he kept repeating that to himself.
you blushed a little and you heart started beating faster. "i feel the same way", you smiled at him.
he opened the door for you, "see you soon, y/n"
you remembered that barcelona was going to play tomorrow so before courage left you, you leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "good luck on the match tomorrow", you said and giving him a little smile, you turned in your heels and left.
pedri closed the door and let out a sigh. he really wished that gavi suddenly had forgotten about his crush on you because the last thing he wanted to do was stay away from you.
two weeks had passed and now laura, gavi, pedri and you were sitting together. the four of you had been all day planning fer's birthday surprise, the birthday of pedri's brother was in 3 days and even though he would spend most of the day working, pedri wanted to surprise him with a little something when he got home. and so, he had asked laura to help him organize everything, and to bring y/n along because 4 minds thought more than just 3. and of course, he really wanted to see you again.
"should we get some food? or just a cake and some drinks?", gavi asked.
"well i know we can get a bunch of free bananas from pedri, count that as the first thing ready for the party", you joked and he laughed, your eyes finding his immediately. you loved his smile. whenever you two shared a smile, or a look, you felt like everybody else disappeared from the room, only the two of you remaining present.
he felt it too, like you were the only one there with him, and his heart couldn't help to beat faster. but then reality would hit him, and he would hear gavi's voice asking you something, trying to make conversation, and he would look the other way. because it was not right.
gavi hadn't forgotten about his crush on you and in fact, he had told him that he would ask you the day of the party to go out on a date with him. so pedri had decided to step aside because his best friend liked you, and he couldn't do that him, no matter how he felt towards you.
..
the party was here and even when pedri invited only a couple of people, the place was crowded and he didn't know how that had happened. he went to get a drink to the kitchen and on his way back to the backyard he found gavi eagerly talking to you. he paused and stayed there, watching the two of you from a distance. gavi was probably asking you out right now. he turned and went looking for his brother.
you felt very weird. you arrived to the party with laura, and quickly found gavi with who you started talking. he introduced you to some of his teammates from the club who had attended to the party, you thought it was really sweet of him. but, you couldn't find pedri, and you found that really weird.
"im gonna find something to drink", you said to gavi.
"oh if you want i can bring it for you", he offered smiling.
"oh don't worry i'll be quick", you said and went inside the house, heading to the kitchen, you opened the door and there you found pedri. you couldn't help but to smile. "well hello, i finally found you"
"hey", god you looked gorgeous tonight, he thought. he really needed to stay away. "have you seen fer? im looking for him"
"yeah he's talking to one of your teammates", and you hadn't finished when he rushed past you, murmuring a "thanks"
the night was really different from what you had expected. from pedri being far away from you for a reason you couldn't comprehend, to gavi looking nervous and then asking you to go on a date with him, and you awkwardly telling him that you saw him as a friend and that you actually liked someone else. after the party ended, you stayed to go talk to pedri.
he was in the kitchen, yet again. "did i do something?", you asked, his behavior was hurting you, why would he act distant so suddenly?
"what do you mean?", he acted he really didn't know what you were talking about.
"you've been avoiding me all night, don't act like you haven't realized that"
he closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "it's for the better", he murmured.
"what is that supposed to mean?", you furrowed your brows, you were getting angry by all of this confusing conversation.
"did gavi left?", he asked you suddenly, completely changing the topic.
"i don't know and i don't care, pedri", you said truthfully, all you cared about was the boy in front of you.
that threw him out of balance, and he realized that you both had taken steps throughout the conversation and now were face to face. "didn't he... ask you out?", now he furrowed his eyebrows. he had stayed away from you all night because his friend was gonna shoot his shot with you.
"he did, and i said no", why would he care about that? it was obvious that you didn't have eyes for anyone else but for pedri.
his eyes widened and he couldn't help but to ask, "why?"
you gave in, you placed your hand on the side of his neck and leaned in to kiss him tenderly. he kissed you back and his hands found your waist. he felt like he was dreaming. you broke the kiss smiling and slight shaking your head, "you're the reason why"
everything clicked then, and he understood that it didn't matter if he stayed away, it didn't matter if he looked the other way, because it wouldn't change the way you felt about each other. he pulled you to him and kissed you again. this one being very different from the one moments ago. it was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, the kind that left you spinning. the type of kiss that made you feel like you were the only two people on earth.
but you weren't.
"you son of a bitch", you heard. you both separated from each other and turned to the kitchen door. gavi stood there, his jaw clenched.
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part 2
surprise! / julián álvarez
request: julian alvarez ig au where his gf surprises him with the help of his manchester teammates/the manchester staff
author's note: so the pics are old (during camp with the nt) but we'll pretend he's with city kajsksj (hoping to get pics this year🤞🏻)
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Dreams and adventures by the sea | Charles Leclerc
Hello, this is the first time I write here and I like the idea of making several stories! English is not my first language so there are some translation errors I would like to know!
Synopsis: Where you and Charles are fully enjoying the summer break with your little girl and you discover a recurring dream that he has.
Warning: None, just a little Charles fluff and Charles!dad/family man. I hope you like it <3
Sunbeams dance on the turquoise water, palm trees sway gently in the breeze. Charles Leclerc, tanned and carefree, chases a giggling Mollie along the shore. Her tiny pink swimsuit with flamingos glistens in the sun's rays as she squeals with delight and her tiny footprints disappear into the sand as the two year old girl scampers.
"Catch me, Mollie-mouse! Catch Papa!" He said as he chased after Mollie.
"Dada! Dada!" She shouted with joy in her voice.
Charles scoops her up, spinning her in the air, the sea shimmering behind them. She throws her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder while she giggled.
"Careful, you two! Don't turn into sandcastles before lunchtime!" You called to them from under a beach umbrella as you smiled.
Charles grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Just practicing our pit stops, amore. We have to be ready for next season."
He plops down beside you on the sand, Mollie wriggling between you like a happy starfish. You carefully brush sand off her damp hair, her tiny fingers clutching at your necklace.
"This is the life, isn't it? No deadlines, no cameras, just family and sunshine." You said with a bright smile on your face, it had been a long time since you two had been so relaxed with your favorite people in the whole world.
"Except maybe less sand in the sandwiches, hmm?" He said while nuzzling your neck.
He winks, then reaches for a mango smoothie. You roll your eyes, but the corners of your lips rise. He's never learned to apply sunscreen, and his olive skin is already freckled with a toasty glow, but he still looks cute, as always.
"You look like a tomato patch, Charles. Don't you ever learn?" You rolled your eyes playfully at him.
"Sun's my natural fuel, amore. Makes me look like a Ferrari on the track, don't you think?" He said while shrugging his shoulders.
Mollie reaches for your smoothie, her tiny hand leaving a sticky trail. You laugh, handing her a small sip of your smoothie.
"Just don't blame me when you're peeling like a banana tomorrow."
"Wouldn't trade this sunburn for anything, not even a podium finish." He said with a smile, probably the most sincere smile you've ever seen.
He pulls you close, your skin cool against his heat. Mollie snuggles between you, her eyelids heavy with the sun and the sea. You watch the waves roll in, the sound like a lullaby.
"This is the best kind of winning, isn't it? Just being here, with you, with her."
"The only trophy I need." He said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.
He rests his head on your shoulder, and you close your eyes, breathing in the salty air, the warmth of the sun, the tiny, rhythmic pulse of your daughter's heart against your chest. In this moment, the world shrinks to just this small patch of paradise, a bubble of love and laughter, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.
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Back on the yacht, the sun dips lower, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and pink. Mollie, tired from her beach adventures, yawns and snuggles into Charles' arms. He bounces her gently, singing a soft lullaby that sends shivers down your spine.
"She's out like a light. All that beach air must be exhausting." You smiled as you looked at them.
"Don't worry, amore. We'll have plenty of time for adventures tomorrow. Tonight, it's just you and me." He said in a low voice so as not to wake her.
He winks, his eyes glinting with a familiar spark. You laugh, your heart skipping a beat each time he winks at you.
"And don't think about asking me to help with sunscreen again. You're on your own, tomato boy." You said jokingly.
"Hey! I resemble that remark. Besides, your touch is like magic SPF, amore. Keeps my skin smooth and my engine purring." He pretended to be offended by your words, but then he giggled like a teenage boy.
He pulls you close, your lips meeting in a kiss as sweet as the mango smoothie. The fire crackles on the deck, its warm glow illuminating your faces. The ocean laps against the hull, a gentle rhythm that lulls you into a world of your own.
"I love this, Charles. Just being here, with you and Mollie, although she is asleep, on the open sea. It feels like we're the only two people in the world." Did you whisper delicately.
"We are, chérie. We definitely are." He kissed your forehead with such care.
He leans back, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of water. He usually has a vacant look when he is very lost in thought or when he is thinking about something quite deep.
"You know, sometimes I dream about what it would be like to leave all this behind. The racing, the pressure, the fame..." he let out a soft sigh "You know, spending my days with you two without worrying if you're okay while I'm on the other side of the world."
"And become a beach bum? I'm not sure Mollie would appreciate the sand in her toys." You raised an eyebrow as you spoke and giggled slightly.
"No, no, darling, something simpler, you know sweetie... Just a small house by the sea, maybe a little vineyard...a family to raise. I know we've talked about this before, but I'd like to experience that quiet life with you." He said chuckling.
You have had this conversation a couple of times, especially the time you got pregnant, at that time you were 23 and he was 24 and you both had no idea what to do, you were very afraid. He at that time proposed the idea of leaving his racing career behind and focusing purely on you and Mollie, you obviously told him no, since one of his dreams was always, apart from having a family of his own, was to be a racing driver and leave a mark on the sport. You, for your part, when you told your parents that you were expecting Charles's baby, it was perhaps the worst thing you would have said to them, They did not take the news kindly and even told you to abort the baby, but obviously, that was not in your plans, you also wanted a family with Charles, he was always the ideal person for you. Since that exchange of opinions between your parents and you, they never spoke to you again and you did the same and honestly, it was better that way for you and your family.
Now looking back, you didn't regret that decision, on the contrary, you were grateful that it was like that since you knew how judgmental your parents are and how much they criticized you for the slightest, Charles could also experience that the times he went to visit you at your parents' house, they were not very nice to him, it doesn't matter if you had been dating for a long time.
He looks at you, his eyes full of longing. You reach out, tracing the lines of his pretty sun-kissed face. He gives you a small smile, the cutest thing you've ever seen, of course... Aside from your little Mollie.
"We already have that, Charles. We have everything we need my baby."
"Everything except maybe a little more time. Maybe a little less asphalt and a little more sand." He said as he pulled you closer to him.
He kisses you again, this time a slow, burning kiss that speaks volumes of unspoken dreams and shared desires. In that moment, you see a glimpse of the man behind the racing helmet, the boy who yearns for simple things, for a life built on love and laughter. The boy you fell in love with since you were 18 and the one who ensures the safety of his girls.
"Maybe you're right, Charles. Maybe next season, we'll find a different kind of track to conquer. One that leads us back to this very spot, with the sun on our skin and the sea in our hearts." You smiled at him.
He looks at you, his eyes filled with a promise of forever. You know, deep down, that this is just the beginning. The open sea is not just a backdrop, it's a symbol of endless possibilities, a life waiting to be written, together as a family.
And as the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky, you raise your glass to the future, a future painted with the colors of love, laughter, and the endless horizon.
summary... where old lovers meet again, unearthing a world of heartbreak and lost that they'd buried five years ago. pairing... charles leclerc x reader contains... smau and written parts, angst angst angst, childhood lovers to strangers, jealousy, smut, resentful charles, forced proximity, slightly toxic relationship, tba
i. in another life - wherein old photos of you and charles resurface and goes viral, forcing you and the man whose heart you broke to cross paths once again.
ii. you still make my heart beat fast, ferrari - in which karma finally bites you in the ass.
iii. i should hate you - a reunion between old lovers after five years and charles can't keep his eyes off of you. or his thoughts for that matter.