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cahmilo · 2 years

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Chocolate Love ㅡ carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x reader

genre: angst to fluff

word count: 2.2K

tags: enemies to lovers, mentions of sickness, making out

summary: in which carlos madrigal both ruins and makes your valentine's day

“CARLOS YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT” You yelled as loud as you can like the entire village could hear you. On your hand held a once white shawl, now drenched in red ink. Not only that, but your entire outfit is too. And theres only one man to blame.

Fucking Carlos Madrigal.

Your mortal enemy. You actually didn’t know what clicked inside both of your brains but one day when you were 10 years old, you and Carlos went from the best of friends to the most annoying enemies ever.

And speaking of enemy, there he was. In front of you with his mischievous smirk you just wanted to punch off.

“Why complain? I made it look better, Y/N.” He said calmly as if he didn’t do anything wrong.

To that, you pursed your lips, trying to hold back your profanities. “You knew what you’re doing Carlos, this is not the time to be pissing me off today.”

He walked closer to you, dabbing his fingers on the wet paint from your clothes and then painting your nose. This fucking asshole.

“I know what I’m doing, now you’re a clown with your bright red nose” His smug smile grew upwards as he started laughing at you. “Ay, Bonita/o. Cheer up a little. Clowns are always smiling, you should do it too.” Now, he painted the side of your lips, pushing his thumb upwards to your cheekbone, making it look like you’re a joker.

Finally getting fed up, you pushed him away from you. With gritted teeth and tear-stained eyes, you mumbled. “This isn’t over, Madrigal. Next time, fucking watch out.”

Walking away, you grabbed the now messed-up shawl while trudging towards home as you wiped away the paint from your face.

Going back to Carlos, he stood proud. But deep inside, he didn’t fail to notice your glassy eyes and that made him slightly stunned. Did he cross a line?

—

“No Mirabel, you don’t understand. I hate that fucking asshole of your primo. Every time I try to avoid him he just pops out of nowhere and ruins my day. One day I’ll snap and accidentally beat him up and I wouldn’t hear the rest of it from both our families.” You slumped on your bed. Mirabel was just there on your bed, lying down while reading a book.

“Already knew that, but what happened this time?” She asked, her voice also sounding annoyed from her cousin.

You looked at her and gestured to the shawl. “The shawl I was supposed to give to Luis! I wanted to give it to him on valentines tomorrow but that dumb idiot had to swoop in and cover it with red paint. It’s ruined now I feel bad cause he always give stuff to me.”

“Do you even like Luis? I mean sure, he clearly likes you but it didn’t seem like you were interested until now.”

“I don’t know? But I’m losing time Mirabel. If I don’t get a partner before 18 I’m gonna be arranged and that’s even worse. I’d rather take the effort and try to reciprocate my feelings.” You said, your hands fiddling on your blanket.

Mirabel stood up and put a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, you’re a kind soul. But now, you’re being dishonest to Luis. Don’t force your feelings. If you don’t like him back, he’ll be okay with it rather than you pretending.”

She’s right. “But-”

“Your love will come one day and I know it! Someone else has their eye on you.” You raised your eyebrows at her. “What do you mean?”

Mirabel only shrugged. “You’ll find out soon. In the meantime, don’t make a fuss about it. Love will come when it wants to”

“It’s taking long! I’m not like you! I don’t have a knight in shining armor, I don’t have someone to accompany me 24/7, I don’t have someone I can prank and annoy with playfully, and I certainly do not have someone willing to spend their life with me!” Mirabel laughed at you rambling.

“If you want, you can take Carlos. He’s basically everything you mentioned”

Your eyes widen. “NO! He’s an ass! Never did he do anything that made me happy.”

Mirabel looked at you and squinted her eyes. “Really? ‘Knight in shining armor’ he took the blame when you broke Osvaldo’s cart. He skips his chores to accompany you, he pranks you a lot and also, everyone knows he’s not a people person but every time I see him with someone it’s always you.”

“....”

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!” You threw a pillow at her. “And I thought the house cracks were the most insane thing you have said.”

Mirabel gasped dramatically, a hand on her chest. But seeing your unreadable face, she laughed. “Ay Y/N, you are just a lamb to the slaughter.”

Standing up, Mirabel took a glance at your window, seeing it already dark.

“That’s my cue, amiga/o. See ya” You gave her a friendly hug, saying your goodbyes, until she muttered.

“Oh and Y/N, the paint was red for a reason.”

What? Why?

—

You slept in. It was already noon. And to be even more worse,

It was finally Valentine’s Day.

Of course, you didn’t prepare anything anymore. Mirabel’s words circled around your head, probably even in your dreams as well.

“Everyone knows he’s not a people person but every time I see him with someone it’s always you.”

Yep, you’re going crazy. There’s no way that the Carlos Madrigal likes you. Yes, hes attractive but sometimes he annoys you. Though you are rivals, there are times you share when he was an actual decent person. Only thing is, he always looks so insincere and you hated that. You hate it when people put a mask on you. And he always does it.

Snapping away from your thoughts, you opened your doorstep only to find a very very large teddy bear, almost the size of you. On it’s hand held a bouquet and a letter.

“Y/N! Aren’t you just the luckiest person!” A middle-aged lady said as she passes by you, seeing the extravagant gift.

You shyly shrugged. “It’s not too much Señora, but here, Happy Valentines.” Plucking out a rose from the bouquet, you handed it to her.

“Oh, aren’t you sweet! I saw the boy coming by to drop the teddy bear here, he’s also such a dear! I hope you guys end up together” Your eyes widened at the comment, but then gave a warm smile before she leaves you alone.

Oh, Luis. You really are a dear. I don’t deserve you.

Reading the letter, it said to meet him by the bridge on the river. Quickly preparing yourself, you dragged the teddy bear to your house as you immediately ran to the river to meet Luis.

—

Huh?

Once you approached the bridge, no one was there.

“Was I being set-up?” You mumbled to yourself. Dropping down your shoulders, you tried to walk back home, seeing that the sun was already about to set.

But as you turned back, you heard a voice very familiar to you.

“Leaving so soon?” Your heartbeat paces faster. Turning around, your eyes are met with a familiar maroon ruana.

“What do you want, Carlos?” You grumbled. “I don’t have time for you right now.”

Carlos only bit his lip, inching closer to you. “Oh, then what are you in such a hurry for, Y/N?” His half-lidded eyes gazed onto yours and you tried so hard not to fall for it.

“I’m meeting Luis here for Valentines.”

Carlos raised his eyebrow, “Oh really? And what did he give to you that was so special?” Hiding a gulp, he grew nervous of the answer.

“A life-sized teddy bear.”

That was it. His breaking point.

“You are so stupid, Y/N. Did you really think Luis would be into you like that?” His eyes turned dark, shoulders raised higher and his smile turned from sly to smug.

“Fuck off Carlos, he’s more of a sweetheart than you’ll ever be.” You crossed your arms, sending you a glare.

He chuckled, “You don’t see it do you? You are a gullible fool.”

And you, you were also near your breaking point. It took you a lot not to slap him right there and right now.

“What is your problem with me, Madrigal! Do you think insulting me would make me feel better? Why are you such an ass!”

“Because you’re too dumb!”

“Too dumb?! How am I the dumb one! You always get in my nerves no matter how much I try not to! I try to understand! I try to be patient! Tell me why I’m too dumb! Tell me what makes me dumb! YOU CANT! Because I’m not the dumb one! I’m not too dumb to-”

“YOU’RE TOO DUMB TO REALIZE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. IDIOT” He finally snapped.

Your eyes widened. You managed to choke out a “What?”

“YOU’RE TOO DUMB TO SEE THROUGH ME! It was never Luis! Luis never gave you the teddy bear, I did! Luis never brought you those flowers, I did! You thanked Luis for buying you your favorite dress and you wondered why he was confused? Because he didn’t give you that dress! I DID! God, every time I try to make a move on you, you always think its Luis and it pisses me off! Luis never liked you and I have been saying that ever since. HE DOESN’T LOVE YOU, HE’S NOT THE ONE FOR YOU. BECAUSE IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE ME!”

He dropped down his shoulders, sweat beading his forehead as he finally manages to stop his tantrum. Raking his hands in his hair, he looked away and took deep breaths to calm himself down.

And you, you were frozen. All of his words just came into you like a firetruck, rapidly sending alarms over your mind. You couldn’t speak, and you definitely couldn’t move.

You didn’t have the energy to yell anymore, and to be honest. You deserved it. His words hit you so hard, it managed to almost break you. That’s when you realized why, because this was the first time he ever raised his voice at you.

Carlos, finally calming down, didn’t even give you a chance to speak and he knew why. You were overwhelmed, and he also felt bad for spitting it all out to you.

So, reaching out from the back of his ruana, he pulled out a heart-shaped box containing chocolate.

Going back to his cold persona, he lightly shoved it towards you. “Here. Tia and I made it.”

Finally regaining your senses, you looked up at him. “No.” His eyes widened.

“No. Carlos, I CAN see through you. You’re pranking me and it’s going way too far.”

Taken aback, he furrowed his eyebrows at you. “I’m not pranking you. Take the goddamn chocolate.”

“You most definitely put something in there. I’m not eating anything made from your hands.” Crossing your arms, you decided to be stubborn, knowing full well that this was probably another stunt he pulled to mess with you.

“Fucking hell, Y/N why are you so goddamn stubborn?”

“Eat the chocolate first, and then I’ll see whether you spiked it or not.”

Giving up, Carlos sighs. While glaring at you, he opened the box, showing the beautiful design. It seemed perfect. The shape of the frosting, the colors, the perfect circular coating. It looked delicious and you desperately want to try it, but it was from Carlos. You should be careful.

Carlos took the middle chocolate, the only one frosted into a heart. He popped it to his mouth without hesitation. He didn’t seem to chew it though.

You nodded in approval, figuring that it wasn’t spiked after all. But as you reached for the box, he pulled it back. You looked at him in disbelief.

Now he’s not giving it to me? What the hell?

Moving closer to you, Carlos took a long glance at your face. You only stared at him back, and admired him. Jesus, who knew he was this attractive up close.

Leaning even closer, Carlos took the initiative to cup your jaw rather tightly, making you look up to him.

He crashed his lips on yours.

Eyes wide, you were taken aback. But then you returned the kiss seconds later, Feeling the warmth around you.

Suddenly, he bit your lip, making you gasp. And as you parted your mouth,

he pushed the chocolate treat onto yours with his tongue.

Shit, I’m gonna lose it.

Finally tasting the chocolate that he made, your heart swelled at how delicious it actually was. But it wasn’t sweeter than this kiss right now. He then kissed you more gently, pulling you on the waist while you rake your hands all over his curls, making him groan against your lips. Fuck, this was hot. Was all you thought.

The hues of the sunset complimenting this view the chirping of the birds singing a lovely tune, god it was so perfect. You could get lost in this moment and not give a shit about anything else. Carlos was surprisingly a good kisser and you craved for more.

But then he pulled away and smirked at your flustered image. Putting his hands on his pockets, he smiled genuinely for the first time. Not his mischievous or sly grin, but an actual smile that reached his eyes. A smile that holds love, admiration and care. You melted at this sight.

Grabbing back the chocolate box, he pushed it forward to you gently.

“So, is it a yes, mi amor?”

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pink02 · 2 years

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request: softy carlos? fluff? i rlly want to read smth with kissing rn :-) maybe also can include song lyrics?

Love Like You

Carlos Madrigal x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, songfic

Summary: When he first saw your bright smile and kind heart, he wanted to know how you did it. How you made it so simple, simply being you.

Trigger warning: None

A/n: it's been a while.... I know this is not in the original Masterlist but I just wanna write this so bad. Also, I don't know how to summarize plots now.

Ignore any grammatical errors, still working on that.

♡♡ Masterlist ♡♡

If I could begin to be

Half of what you think of me

"I know you're not all mean, Carlos," You giggled as you caught him attempting on making a fool out of you.

You would already know he's a bully. Despite being in the same age, he always tries to be bigger so that he could mess with the other kids. The 12 year old mennace is one of the shapeshifting boys that always looks for trouble, though he's more cunning and destructive than his other twin. Carlos would be the one that gets scolded the most out of all the Madrigal grandkids.

I could do about anything

"What do you even mean?! I'm nothing but mean!" Carlos shouts as red crept up to his cheeks and ears from embarrassment and frustration.

This made you giggle more which made his shoulders stiffened, pursed his lips and clenched his knuckles. His plan back fired him resulting to now being the one who was made fun of.

"I don't believe in such, tonto," You held your had over you mouth to sniffle down your giggles. "I could see right through you,"

"What?" This stunned him, wide eyes staring back at you.

"You just wanted to do something fun! Though there are many other ways to have fun not just by pranking and fooling everyone, you know," You grinned brightly and pulled him by his hand to which he was taken aback. "Come on! Let me show you."

I could even learn how to love

When I see the way you act

Wondering when I'm coming back

Ridiculous, this is so ridiculous, Carlos thought. To think that you actually persuade him on hanging out with you just to have "fun".

The red ruana boy scoffed, arms folded in front of him as he leans on an alley wall looking over you from afar.

I could do about anything

You were with your friends happily conversing with each other, giggling and smiling. This made his heart skipped a beat just by hearing your laugh, his cheeks suddenly turn red.

I could even learn how to love like you

He paused when he heard his name called out but when he gazed up looking for the voice, he saw you looking over at him waving your hand. He abruptly turned his head and walked away with a scrunched up blushing face.

"Is he okay?" One of your friends asked curiously which made you raise a worried brow and shrug in confusion.

I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that it's true

Carlos was again alone leaning against a wall. But this time he is in a social gathering, a party that his own family held to which another year of celebrating the birth of their family's miracle.

He wasn't really a fan of crowded places or parties. He wasn't a fan of people in general to be honest since they would always avoid him. His bad reputation already made people label him as the rebel of the most respected family. Though he didn't mind, if people thought of him like that then so be it.

'Cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you

And again, the shapeshifter was looking at you from afar. Gazing at your pretty face and beautiful dress, you were dancing gracefully to the beat of the music. Your hips swayed as you turn and slide, he was entranced by your swift moves.

Look at you go

I just adore you

He wavered his gaze away from you, covering his red tinted cheeks. You always look so pretty, it made him question how you always look so flawless. It always made his stomach flip whenever you smile, whenever you call his name.

I wish that I knew

"Carlos, Come on! Dance with me!" He was startled at your sudden appearance. One moment you were in the middle of the dancefloor, now you're right in front of him asking for a dance. Before the Madrigal boy even say a word, you pulled him by the hand smiling brightly just like five years ago.

What makes you think I'm so special

If I could begin to do

Something that does right by you

"This is for you," The young man held a bouquet of flowers in front of you, his head turning away as he scratched his neck nervously.

"Is this not another trick, amore?" You asked mischievously, smirking when he whipped his head back at you with a perplexed look.

"W-what?? No! Of course not!" His cheeks burned.

"I'm kidding! Thank you, Carlos," You giggled and pecked his cheek. "You still look so shy, mi amarido," You smiled as you smelled the sweet fragrance of the flowers.

I would do about anything

I would even learn how to love

"Still not used to hearing that," Carlos laughed breathlessly as he held your hand. You giggled with him feeling his thumb caressed the back of your hand softly.

"I know you will, one day," You replied.

When I see the way you look

Shaken by how long it took

"Carlos..." Your lips trembling into a slight smile, tears forming on your eyes. You layed on the bed exhausted and sweating, he rushed by your side shortly as he heard you call his name. "I did it..." Carlos kissed the top of your head, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours making you both close your eyes slowly.

"I'm so proud of you, amore," He gently held your cheeks and hushed you softly as he heard your sobs. "You did well," A small cry was heard making him open his eyes and gazed down by the sound.

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you

"There there, my little one." He gently lift the child to his arms and caressed his soft cheek. "Tu papi is here," the now father rock his new born son gently making him quiet down.

Love like you

"We're parents now..." You said between soft sobs. Carlos turns his head back to you just as your child now falls asleep. He wiped your tears with his thumb and gently leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

"Parents.." He echoes.

Love me like you

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"blank space"

summary:

— Carlos had everything he ever wanted and needed, money, fame, you name it. But there was a void inside of him that kept nagging him. Until you came into his life and filled that blank space, is it going to be forever, or is it's gonna go down in flames?

genre:

— fluff to angst, aged up, & modern au

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mentions of violence and obsessive behavior

a/n:

— alright, this has been stuck in my drafts for a looooooong time, this is inspired by Our Last Night's cover of Blank Space, pure Carlos energy highly recommend you guys listen to it while reading this.

The annoying sound of silence merely gave any comfort within these halls. Everything has been eerily quiet for too long. To be in the middle of the woods, on your private property, within the walls of your mansion, maybe the recipe for insanity. But not for Carlos Madrigal, a man who achieved everything he wanted.

Carlos looked like the world was in the palm of his hand. The man had everything one would imagine. Wealth and power, all that business. He owned a lot of properties and made money on a daily basis. His meals would be often warm and fresh, and he was never bored considering the number of things he can do with the amount of rich he has, and he's young. Carlos Madrigal was a young and wealthy man with all the time in the world.

However, during the span of his peak, a tiny void in him began growing. The irritating unsatisfaction came to grow each second of the day, reckoning him bored. It was ridiculous really, he had the time and money yet he has become bored. It comes to show that having everything can only get you so far.

Carlos was looking for something, anything exciting. To replace this blank space inside of him, to fill his empty page. Carlos knew he was smart but not enough to figure out why he was this way. Eventually, the change he ached for so long arrived.

The man saw it, from his window. A yellow Cadillac sped into his property. Carlos straightens his collar and carefully brushed his curls out of his face. A smile erupts in his face when he saw a gorgeous young woman step out of the vehicle, all dolled up and ready for his eyes to see up close. Carlos hurried downstairs to greet her.

You walked into the mansion of a man you met online. You weren't sure why you began there but you were surprised to find yourself getting here. It was a normal Saturday night when a man DMed you on Instagram. From stalking his profile, you smelled the money from the pictures he posted on his page. You made the assumption that he was just a bored and annoying rich guy but it turned out he was interesting. A mysterious guy with history, he got your attention. So after getting to know him through a series of messages and video calls, you two agreed to finally meet each other in person.

With twinkling eyes, you admired the chandelier inside the mansion. You gawked at the walls and expensive furniture inside. The interior made you feel so small and insignificant, it felt like the entire mansion can swallow you whole. Nevertheless, you don't let yourself be intimidated.

"Glad you can make it, [Name] [Surname]"

You gasped to see the one and only Carlos Madrigal standing on top of the staircase, peering down at you with those glistening eyes. You gulped as you watch him get down the stairs. Dear lord, he was hot. Perfect curls, captivating eyes, and a sly smirk. You feel your knees go weak. His attire was polished from head to toe, wearing a maroon tuxedo and pitch-black shoes. Carlos comes to take your hand and kiss the back of your palm, your skin tingled by this.

"I'm...I'm thrilled to be here, Carlos Madrigal"

"Your name sounds perfect for the blank space I've saved for you"

You raised a brow at the random statement by this but you assumed it was just him trying to flirt with you so you smiled at him.

"I'm assuming you're starving after your long trip to my place. Let's have lunch shall we?"

Carlos invited. He takes you to his enormous dining room with various food on the table already prepared. There were seats only at the ends of the table as you two sat across from each other. The food was scrumptious! You smiled and created a conversation with Carlos, who seemed to be enjoying himself more than you.

After the delightful lunch, Carlos insisted on taking you to experience his vinyl collection. The man had a versatile and impressive taste in music. You laughed when he went to drag you towards him for a dance, he acted so sweet to you. Swaying you side to side like a princess. Trying to have more fun, you asked him to go ride a bike inside the mansion, Carlos was too happy to say no.

You squealed when you chased each other down the halls on your bikes, careful not to knock down any expensive decoration. After the chaotic activity, you two tried some artistry. Carlos begged you to let him paint you, so you agree. It was more than an hour of you sitting still as he painted a live portrait of you. For some reason, you never questioned why he did it because the thrilled smile on his face had you distracted.

The plans for your stay were extended for a week because you found yourself enjoying the once-in-a-lifetime luxury. After getting breakfast, Carlos comes to show you around his property, he even brought his pet Dobermans with him. His whole property was astronomically huge, it looked endless and like it offered everything. There were gardens, fountains, and a lot of places to waste time. You change into fancy clothes at lunch because he took you to go horseback riding, it was crazy to know the man owned horses too.

Carlos can feel the void inside of him slowly getting filled by every second he spends with you. He chased you around with that beautiful dress of yours, the smile on your face making his heart beat excitedly in his chest. Carlos felt like he was actually living. So, as he grinned and caught you in his arms, he decided that he can spend forever like this.

By the time you took a break, Carlos discreetly hung the framed painting of you in one of the hallways. He gazed at the breath-taking portrait of you, the smile on his face was so wide it made his jaw hurt. You looked so perfect like that, on his wall for him to admire for times to come. The emotions he had by just looking at your face were bursting within him, he wanted more of it.

As the sun began to set, you and Carlos found yourselves holding each other under the gazebo. You were unsure why but you wanted to kiss him so bad. He had you around his finger and you adore it, you wanted to live with him in his sanctuary for eternity. The moment arrives as you pressed your lips against Carlos' sharing a tender kiss as it slowly becomes passionate. He licks your lips and soon enough your tongues danced together in harmony. You whispered after pulling away.

"I love you"

"I love you, too. Very much, querida"

Carlos breathlessly whispered back. Amongst the trees, after sharing a passion-fueled kiss, you giggled and dragged him to a tree. You asked him for his pocket knife and he reluctantly agrees. Carlos watches in astonishment as you started carving a heart on the tree with your names on it. His heart fluttered when you smiled and returned his pocket knife.

"There. Now, we belong together"

"That's kinda cheesy"

"Oh, don't act like you don't love it, Carlos"

"How about I kiss that pretty lips of yours to give you a better reminder, [Name]"

A relationship between you and Carlos was born. Your week's stay turned into a month. You spent your time with Carlos around his mansion, kissing and holding each other. This was the happiest you've ever been. It really seemed like you were on top of the world with him. Carlos was enjoying this more than you can ever imagine. A smile never left his features, he'd kiss your lips harder and harder, claiming a part of your soul every time his lips would move on yours.

You were his queen and he was your king, the perfect fantasy, a happily ever after. If only that were the case. Carlos noticed your increasing time on your phone, when eating, and before bed. His mind starts to itch in horrible ways. He needed to find out what are you doing there typing. Carlos dreaded imaging you talking to someone else behind his back.

So, he did what he had to do to silence his worried thoughts. Carlos wanted to be wrong, he wanted his suspicions to be debunked. You were his and his only. You fucking kissed him first and fucking carved both of your names on a tree inside a heart. You've got to be sick for fooling him.

: When are you coming home?

: I miss you

Me: I'm leaving soon

Me: Please wait a little longer

: Okay

Me: ily

: ily too

Carlos' eyes felt wet, his breath hitched as he watched the screen. He silently shuts off your phone and leaves it where he found it. His greatest fear came true, you were backstabbing him. You went ahead to make this love story only to betray him behind the scenes.

Oh no no no no no

The void in his chest was beginning to return, heat was bubbling in his stomach. What the fuck was this? He treated you greatly and this was what you're returning to him? Carlos hissed as his breath turned shallow, he gripped his hair and cussed. You were his! How many fucking kisses do you want for you to be reminded? What the fuck do you want from him? Money? You could've said something because he was willing to provide it for you.

Carlos wasn't able to control himself when he saw you at dinner, his anger got the best of him. Every attempt of you making a joke, trying to cheer him up never did, he was in too deep. Of course, you got upset.

"Carlos, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I should be asking you that, [Name]"

"What? Okay, what did I do?"

"You should know by now. I guess being on your phone too much made you fucking stupid"

Your mouth turned agape by his words. You stand from your seat and threw the napkin aside, not wanting to start an argument. But Carlos stops you from leaving by grabbing your arm and towering over you.

"Ca-Carlos?"

"What? Playing dumb, darling?"

He growled. Your eyes watch him gain power over you as he grabbed both of your arms and pulled you dangerously close to him.

"Tell me, am I the only one you say 'I love you' to?"

"Wh-what do you me-mean-"

"Hey, answer me, amor. Use that pretty fucking mouth of yours!"

"Pl-please Carlos! I don't know what you mean!"

"Oh, you know what I mean, hun. Those texts, your eyes on the phone when it should be on me"

Your stomach dropped by this. Realization comes kicking in. The truth came to haunt you back. You never told Carlos you already had a lover, you never had the courage to. You were just so enamored by him and his riches. He bewitched you before you can say a word. You pursed your lips and averted your eyes away from him in guilt. Carlos scoffs.

"I fucking knew it"

"...I was really planning to tell you but-"

"Just fucking shut up, please"

"Carlos..."

"Don't make me make the fucking tables turn, [Name]!"

Carlos shouted. You try to suppress your fear by scowling at him. The least he can do was let you say a word or explain. You see him grip the roots of his hair and pacing in circles.

"Oh my god, who is he?"

"My...my-"

"Fuck, I don't wanna know. Dios, [Name], you fucked me over"

"I'm sorry..."

"I gave you everything you can dream of, we could've had it all but you fucked me over!"

He screamed, hysterically. You were getting tired of the argument and also ashamed for being dishonest, you decided to turn around and leave. But before you can exit the door, Carlos grabs the nearest expensive flower vase and throws it at you, merely hitting you. With a gasp, you turn to cuss him out but he grabs the sides of your face and pulled it close to his.

"I know you're gonna come back each time you leave [Name]"

"Carlos what the fuck-"

"Oh darling, I'm a fucking nightmare dressed like a daydream"

With those haunting words, Carlos releases you as he watched you flee upstairs and lock yourself in your bedroom. You sobbed as you hear glass shattering and objects breaking from outside your door, followed by cries laced with fury.

With each passing day, he made your stay like a living hell. First, he threw your phone into a fountain in front of your eyes. He'd cuss at you and destroy your belongings, mostly setting your things on fire. He went berserk every time he would see you.

One time, you were trying to hide from him when you passed by a hallway you'd never seen before. Your heart dropped to see the paintings displayed on the walls. They were all portraits of people, but they were heavily vandalized and abused. One painting had nasty scratch marks and another had an ax stuck to its face. The color drained from your face when you saw your own portrait, painted on the day he first met you, it was all torn up and a knife was stuck to the canvas. The horror brought a shiver down your spine, these were paintings of all Carlos' ex-lovers. All of a sudden you bolted to your room and collected anything that was spared from Carlos' destruction.

The man was barely coping after finding out you lied to him. He was furious, not because of you but it happened again. You weren't the first to come to his mansion and make him fall in love. He had way too many to count, all of them left and told him he was insane. They would come to fill this blank space in him only to tear him apart after, he thought it wouldn't happen again after his first and second exes, but it seemed like a constant loop of finding people not loving him back. Carlos was sick and tired of it, he poured all of his efforts only to be wasted.

What brought a disgusting flavor to his mouth is that Carlos still loved you after the shit you did, that made you different from his ex-lovers. You literally carved your names into a tree, nobody has ever done that before. He still fucking loved you for it. He still wanted to kiss and hold you. He didn't want you to leave, he wanted you so bad. Carlos needed you here with him forever.

You rushed with your suitcase to your car only to find Carlos sprinting to your precious yellow Cadillac with a golf club. You drop your things, wide-eyed, and screamed.

"CARLOS NO!"

He doesn't listen as he smashed the headlights of your car with his golf club. You shrieked when Carlos began crying and destroying your windshield and the entire front of your car. He poured his fury out on your Cadillac. You sank down to your knees and began pleading for him to stop. It felt like an hour when he completely ruins your car. Carlos looked over at you and saw the mascara streaming down your cheeks along with your tears. He drops the golf club and glared at you. He grabs you by the jaw and gives you one long and emotional kiss. But before you can kiss back, Carlos pulls away with a nonchalant expression and red eyes, he whispered.

"Get out before I make you stay"

You scrambled up to your feet, not bothering to retrieve your belongings out of fear. Fortunately, your car was still functioning, so with one last look at Carlos, you mouthed 'I'm sorry', before speeding out of his property. The image of him staring blankly at you longingly will always haunt you in your dreams.

A red Ferrari pulls into the driveway, a woman steps out dragging her expensive dress outside. The first she noticed was a cut tree nearby, it was odd to see it stand alone compared to all the uncut trees. She walks into the mansion and looked in awe. The place was glimmering like the stars in the night sky. Her eyes land on the staircase to see a man dressed in maroon, with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Ah, I'm assuming you're Carlos Madrigal"

Carlos chuckled at the woman as he goes down to meet her face to face, he takes her hand and kisses the back of it. She watched him in bewilderment, blushing.

"Great to finally meet you, Nadia Cordona"

"...Likewise"

"Your name sounds perfect for the blank space I've saved for you"

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maxtermind · 27 days

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when f1 drivers dirty text you

(and you pretend your dad answers)

★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri

★ : genre :: crack

★ : a/n :: promise I'm working on getting the requests done, exams just have me busyyyy!

©maxtermind // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

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csainzoperator · 1 month

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f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆

summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"

warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel

an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼

lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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caesium-55 · 27 days

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“My girlfriend will be upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest,” Carlos murmured, high as fuck post surgery.

“Sir—” you sighed, removing the stethoscope from his chest. You straightened the lapels of your white coat. “I’m your doctor.”

Carlos Sr. made an amused noise from his chair beside his son’s hospital bed. He gestured towards you.

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Carlos Sr. told his son.

“Oh,” Carlos blinked his big, brown eyes. “I don't?”

Carlos was certain he had a girlfriend. They've been dating for over four years now. Their relationship was kept from the world as his girlfriend wanted to focus on her job without being bombarded by Carlos' millions of fans in her workplace and Carlos respected that, although he was not exactly the type who liked the idea of secret relationships. What did she do again? Carlos couldn't remember. The anesthesia was making everything whoozy for him.

“That's your wife, son.”

Carlos moved his gaze to your coat—[Name] [Surname]-Sainz, M.D., Chief of Trauma Surgery.

"Oh."

You raised an amused brow at his dumbstruck face, his beautiful brown eyes wide and his mouth agape. You shook your head at your husband's adorableness, smiling affectionately.

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ln444 · 6 months

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★ how does f1 drivers react when you call them pretty. . .

norris, piastri, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russell, verstappen

cw: fluff, slight suggestive (verstappen), f!reader.

now playing: pretty boy by the neighborhood

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✹ lando norris

lando would be the type to act annoyed but absolutely loves it. he just won't admit it but you know it.

"hey, pretty boy", you whisper against his lips, leaving a sweet peck on it just to be met with a pouty and flustered lando. "i told you to stop calling me that!" he whines, but deep down he hopes that you'll never stop. you look at him with a playful smile, softly caressing his hair. "okay, i'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable", you wait impatiently for his reaction and as you excepted, lando start to panic. "i mean... you can but you know... just not in front of other people", he laughs nervously, hoping that his excuse is good and his cheeks start heating up. you can't help but laugh softly, pulling him close by the neck and lando pouts again, "stop making fun of me!", your smile softens and you plant another kiss on his lips, "sorry, you're just too cute, my pretty boy". lando's cheeks are now completely red and he tries to hide it by pulling you in a long and warm kiss, feeling the butterflies going crazy in his stomach.

✹ oscar piastri

oh my god, please don't do this to him. as soon as he hears the word, his brain starts malfunctioning.

"you did so good!", oscar pulls you for a warm hug, holding you as tight as he can. he loves seeing you after races and hearing how proud you are of him no matter what he do. you pull out, staring at him like his eyes holds stars and oscar can't help but feel overwhelmed by all the adoration he sees in your eyes. you put your hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. "i'm so proud of you, my pretty boy" and even though you mean it, a hint of teasing can be heard and oscar groans, pulling you in a new hug to hide his face in your neck "if you call me that again, i think i'm gonna die" he mumbles against your skin. you laughs, one of your hands slides in his messy curls, your fingers playing with it. you will never get over how cute your boyfriend is when you call him pretty.

✹ charles leclerc

he absolutely loves it and won't deny it, even if he gets a bit shy when you call him pretty. he can't control it, his heart gets warm and the butterflies in his stomach goes crazy.

you were getting ready for a cute date and charles was wearing a new shirt, with flowers on it. as soon as he's ready, you lock your arms around his neck and you look at him with a big smile on your face. after planting a sweet peck on his lips, one of your hands cup his cheek. "you're so pretty, baby", your voice is full of adoration and honesty and charles' smiles gets wider. "thank you, chérie", he says softly and he immediately pulls you for a gentle kiss, hoping that you didn't notice the way his cheeks has redden, but you didn't miss it.

✹ carlos sainz

he loves it, like really loves it. he finds it funny tbh. and he won't hesitate to give the word back to you.

"woah, what a pretty boy", you look at him showing you his brand new haircut. he laughs, posing in front of you a little more before joining you on the sofa, pulling you on his lap and placing a kiss on your nose. "got pretty for my pretty girl, we are such a pretty couple", you both giggles before sharing a kiss, laughing and smiling against each other's lips. but, even if he doesn't want to admit it, carlos can feel his heart beating a bit faster and a sweet feeling in his stomach when he hears you call him pretty.

✹ lewis hamilton

he would get so shy, make it seems like he doesn't like it and it annoys him but he can't hide it for long, he always ends up with a big smile on his face and a heart beating faster than it should.

"ahhh, stop it y/n", he whines as you continue to leave kisses all over his face, sitting on his lap. "but, you're so pretty!", you say, cupping his cheeks to look at him in the eyes. he groans, acting annoyed by pulling you out of his lap and you try your best to fight the smile creeping on your lips. you both know that he's just flustered and wants to hide his red cheeks. "come on, baby, let me finish my kisses", he doesn't fight you when you climb back on his lap but he crosses his arms, trying to hold onto his character and you laugh softly, going back to leaving small pecks all over his face. it doesn't take long before he finally smiles, his hands finding your waist to pull you close and kiss you back. he just can't resist you.

✹ george russell

he always tries to ignore the way it makes him feel and act unbothered but he can't fight the way his body warm and a smile instinctively forms on his lips. he just loves getting praised by you.

"baby, can you pass me the knife, please?" you ask, preparing the vegetables and george, who has been helping and watching you cook for an hour now, hand you the knife as fast as he can. you turn to face him, placing your free hand on his neck to pull him close, "thank you, pretty boy", you says softly and he places a kiss on your lips, smiling softly "you're welcome" he says, trying to sound as neutral as he can and you pout, acting disappointed, "what? you don't like when i call you that?", you know that he do. you just want to hear it. he looks at you, a playful smile forms on his lips. "i know what you're doing", he chuckles and pulls you for another kiss. you end up both laughing, george's heart feeling full.

✹ max verstappen

he gets all nervous and doesn't know how to act anymore. like, if you want to make a mess of this man, just call him pretty.

max have been acting flirty all day, enjoying teasing you and seeing you all flustered in front of other people. you tried your best to keep your cool all day, playfully punching him from time to time or just laughing it off. but when you two end up alone at the end of the day, you're finally able to get your revenge. you start making out, getting more and more touchy and needy. "take off your shirt, pretty boy", you whisper in his ear, and max almost startle. a playful smile forms on your lips and you don't even have to look at him to know that his cheeks are now red. after a good minute of no reaction from him, you finally meet his eyes, giving him a confused look. "is everything okay?", you try to hide your teasing tone but max doesn't miss it, a playful grin finally forming on his lips and he chuckles; "naughty girl".

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itaipava · 7 months

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— f1 boys pulling you in their lap.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

he does this casually. most of the time he looks uninterested as he scrolls through his phone and when you pass by, he reaches out to grab you and pulls you into his lap without sparing you a glance. looks at you after and gives you a smile and says a simple ‘hi’ before peppering your face with quick kisses. shows you whatever he’s looking at or watching on his phone. this usually turns into lazy, cozy cuddling.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

he does this out of habit. he’s talking to someone but when he notices you pass by or feels you near him, he takes your hand and gently pulls you to him, letting you sit on his lap, all the while continuing to talk with someone else. mindlessly traces little patterns on your back or thigh. this only happens around people you’re both comfortable with and he does this so often that it doesn’t even bother the other person anymore.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

he just loves having you on his lap so he will do it all the time. no matter what he’s doing, he’ll pull you into his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder, continuing what he was doing before.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

he does this out of nowhere, especially when he’s bored and wants to cuddle. he watches you intently and adoringly while you’re doing your own thing. and when you pass by him, he grabs your wrist and pulls you gently towards him. hugs you from behind while you’re seated on his lap and always leaves a trail of feathery kisses on your shoulder and back of your neck and wordlessly holds you close, resting the side of his face on your back.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

he does this when he’s doing something but also wants to show you affection. distractedly says ‘come here, baby’ with his arms outstretched and pulls you to sit on his lap while he’s watching a movie or something. looks at you briefly with a small smirk and a raised brow before he continues with whatever he’s doing. rests his chin on your shoulder sometimes or gives you distracted, lingering kisses on your neck and shoulders although his eyes stay fixed on the screen.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

sometimes he does this unconsciously; he sees you passing by and gently takes your hand, pulling you into his lap. he brushes your hair off your neck and spreads soft kisses over your neck and shoulder before wrapping his arms around you, bringing you even closer to him - if that’s even possible.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

he does that when he misses you. sometimes he keeps busy all day with work and unconsciously ends up leaving you out; so at the end of the day he just pulls you gently into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he leaves soft kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek. he thinks this is such an intimate and unique act and he never gets tired of having you so close to him.

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 2 months

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Racing Simulator

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut!!!

Today was the time of the month when ovulation was taking its place and your hormones were running wild completely taking over you and you didn't do much to resist them. From early in the morning you were craving Lando's touch and you knew from the start that you were gonna be all over him all day.

In the afternoon Lando was in his gaming room, his eyes focused, fixed on the screen as his hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his veins popped. You leaned against the door squeezing your thighs together as you watched them instantly imagining them on your hips. You were only wearing panties and one of Lando's oversized t-shirts that reached just below your butt.

"Lan?" You say stepping closer behind the seat he was in putting your hands around his shoulders.

"Yes, darling?" He asks not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Whatchu doin?" You ask playfully leaning down to leave a kiss on his broad, muscular neck. He didn't say anything back, but you were determined to get his attention.

"Baby" He chuckles as you straddle him making yourself comfortable in his lap. He still doesn't let go of the wheel but tries to look over your shoulder for the screen. Your hands grip his t-shirt as your lips find his neck slowly moving up to his weak spot just below the ear. "Fuck baby, you're gonna make me crash."

"Lan.." You whine slowly starting to rub yourself against him. "Pay attention to me.." You slide your finger under the waistband of his boxers pulling it and letting it snap back against his skin.

"I see what you're doing here" He smirks squirming a little in his seat. "You want me to fuck you again? This morning wasn't enough for you when I had my head buried between your legs?" He asks making you moan in response and clench around nothing. "When you were deliberately pressing your ass against my already hard cock until I fucked you rough? That wasn't enough for you?"

"Baby, stop talking and do something, please" By now you were a whimpering mess. You couldn't contain your arousal. You weren't even embarrassed to show him how desperate and horny you were for him. "Feel how wet I am. It's all for you."

Finally, he let go of the steering wheel and firmly squeezed your butt pushing his tongue into your mouth. His long, hard bulge that was showing clearly against his grey sweatpants made it clear that you were about to get what you were asking for.

"So needy, so desperate for me aren't you?" He murmurs against your lips. "What's gotten into you, huh?"

"I'm ovulating. That's why I need you a little extra today -uhh."

"Yeah? Well, I'm here to fulfill all your wishes, baby. Like always. How do you want it, hm?" His hands grip your hips pressing you down harder on his crotch.

"I wanna ride you in this seat." Hearing you, he throws his head back already creating pictures in his head of you bouncing up and down on him.

"Fuck" He moans grabbing his cock through his sweats. Your hand escapes into your panties to rub your throbbing swollen clit and his eyes closely follow your movements. You lean in to kiss him again and just as you were about to take off your t-shirt, he stops you.

"No, leave it on. Your tits look so good like this." He pulls the material on your back so it's tighter on the front making your hard nipples peek through it. He pinches both of them before he slides his sweats and boxers down just enough so that his thick length springs off hitting his abdomen.

"You wanna sit on it?" He asks giving himself a few strokes when he notices you lustfully looking at it.

"Yes, fuck" Bucking his hips up a little he pushes your panties aside and helps you sink down on him. Both of you let out moans of pleasure as he gives you a little time to adjust to his size before you start to rock your hips back and forth.

"You're so big, Lan,-uh" Your palms were pressed on his chest for support and his hands were guiding your hips however he pleased lifting you up and down making you bounce, rocking you back and forth, pressing you down harder till you winced.

"I know, baby, I know, but you're taking me so well. All of me." He praises you, his eyes locked on yours making sure you're looking straight into them while you're fucking him. "That's my girl, yeah, my pretty girl riding me so good"

The rhythm of your hips quickened at his prompting words, your wetness trickled down on him as you were getting closer to reaching your climax.

"Fuck baby, you keep squeezing me like that and I might put a baby in you" Your mouth formed "o" shape when you heard him say that. There was something that drove you crazy when Lando talked about getting you pregnant during sex. Even though that wasn't in your plan any time soon, hearing him say that would make you ready for it right then and there.

"Maybe I should, hm?" He murmurs against your neck as your fingers roam through his hair. "I wanna see it dripping out of you" He whispered and that was all it took for waves of pleasure to wash over you as you came undone around him. He watched you in delight holding you tightly when you tried to squirm away.

Your back was arched against the wheel so he took his opportunity to slam into you bucking up his hips.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum inside you" He groaned squeezing his eyes shut. You could feel him twitch before spilling his hot cum inside of you.

Your loud breathing and heartbeat was all that could be heard in the room. Sighing with pleasure you sank into each others bodies. He was still deep inside you as he kissed your lips moving your hair out of your face.

"Fuck Lan, what did we just do?" You chuckle caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"Well.." He laughs. "We might have just made a baby"

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lipringlrh · 21 days

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HE DOESN’T WANT ME WHEN HE’S SOBER.

summary: lando’s your best friend but seems to like you when he’s drunk. but then again, he seems to like everyone when he’s drunk.

pairing: lando norris x gn!reader

wc: 1.5k

The music was too loud but Lando was so close that he didn’t need to alter his volume - he was talking at the perfect volume that only you could hear him. Each sentence was getting lower, deeper and quieter, but your own mind made him louder, filling up every space in it with replays of him. He was engrossing. He was all you could think about.

He almost dropped the cup in his hand as he took the final step closer, not that the cup would've mattered to him, his only concern would’ve been making sure you stay dry. Still, your throat turned dry at the little distance between you both; at the prospect of what was surely about to happen.

His free hand drifted to your jaw, holding it so delicately and manoeuvring your face gently to face up at him at the perfect angle for him to kiss you. When it was just right, and he could no longer remove his eyes from your lips, not even for a second, his hand moved to the back of your head, holding you in place.

He leaned down, oozing out confidence despite the absolute fear inside of him, and rested his forehead against yours. You had closed your eyes, expecting him to kiss you, but you opened them again when you realised he wasn’t, pulling away only slightly due to the hand on your head preventing it further.

“Lan,” you breathed, your tone showing everything that you weren’t saying, “What are you waiting for?”

His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily like resisting kissing you was the hardest thing that he’d ever done in his life. “I’m just making sure you want this,” he paused, opening his eyes and flicking them between your eyes and your lips, “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” you responded instantly, your desperation being evident from miles away. He held back a chuckle and instead revelled in the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. “Please, Lan.”

“So polite,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. He titled your head again, bringing you impossibly closer. You could feel his shirt against your chest and his breathing on your face - there was no going back and you both knew it.

He was going to kiss you, he was leaning down, too slowly for your liking but it was happening and so you weren’t complaining. You felt a ghost touch against your lips - the slightest feeling - but it was there before being harshly ripped away in an instant.

“Mate! I’m going now, congrats on the podium,” Carlos said after walking up to Lando from behind, a hand on his back, the other one shaking his hand.

“Congrats on your win, more like it,” Lando replied, a half smile on his face, trying to be as genuine as possible and not show his annoyance that his moment was ruined.

Carlos looked towards you, about to share a goodbye with you, before noticing your dazed look and shifting between you and Lando as he noticed what was happening. “Shit- sorry, man- carry on, I’ll see you later, yeah?” he said, not letting either of you reply before wandering off, towards the door.

You both stood there frozen for a while, not speaking or moving, just staring into each other's eyes, begging the other for an answer.

Quickly, Lando had given up and stood up straight, looking into his cup and swirling what was left around. “I’m getting another drink, do you want anything?”

“No,” you said, barely audible and no longer looking at him or in his general direction. If you hadn’t shook your head as you spoke, he wouldn’t have known what you said and he really didn’t want to get into an awkward cycle of asking you to repeat yourself a few times before he finally heard you.

“I’ll find you,” was all he said as he left. You watched him as he cut through the crowds to the bar and ordered a drink and a shot, downing the shot the second that he got it.

He turned around and scanned the room, briefly meeting your eyes. You could tell he was debating whether to come back or not but you didn’t know what he decided as he began to stand up, so you made the decision for him and walked away to the side of the club, hopefully weaving through the tides of people enough that it would take a while for him to find you.

You ended up in one of the back corners of the club, pushing yourself into the wall so that people could squeeze past you and so you could people watch better. You were busying yourself giving strangers names and storylines, trying to distract yourself from whatever just happened, or could’ve happened, when you almost threw yourself to the floor in shock from a sudden hand waving in front of your face.

“Don’t jump - I was just trying to get your attention. I called your name a few times,” Alex said. You turned to look at him, slouching right next to you against the wall.

“Sorry, loud music,” you replied. It wasn’t a lie, the music was loud, but you could barely hear it over your thoughts whirring anyway. You watched Alex grimace and shake his head, somehow knowing it wasn’t the music distracting you.

“I saw,” he hummed as you took in a sharp intake of breath.

“I don’t-”

“You kissed him, finally, then what happened? Why are you all alone?” he questioned, his eyes scanning the place for Lando, knowing he’s not usually the type to leave you alone in places like this. He could tell you were upset and confused, and he needed to get to the bottom of it in order to work out whether he’d need to drive his car into Lando’s during the next race or not.

“No- he almost kissed me. Again. Carlos interrupted and he left. He left, Alex. Asked if I wanted a drink and left,” you spat, a mixture of uncertainty and anger clouding your voice. Why did he leave? He started it and left knowing exactly what was happening whilst leaving you with nothing - it was unfair.

Alex sighed. He wasn’t happy with Lando but knew what he felt for you and ultimately wanted to give him the chance to tell you without any mistakes.

“Maybe talk to him about it. He might just be unsure of where you’d like it to go-”

“He called the shots, Alex, he does it whenever he’s drunk, I don’t think he gets to be the confused one,” you sighed, looking at your feet. Alex paused and tried to think of another way to give Lando another chance to tell you how he feels without ruining it.

“Maybe talk to him when he’s sober. He’ll-”

“He doesn’t want me when he’s sober,” you whispered but wanted to scream. It hurt you to say it but you felt like it was true. Alex felt his breath hitch and his heart ache to scream at you that Lando does want you.

“That’s not right. Who wouldn’t want you?” he could see how it was affecting you and wanted nothing more than to make you feel better, but his train of thought was abandoned when he saw your body recoil into the wall in disgust.

He followed your eyeline to find Lando towards the middle of the room, kissing some girl that you had never seen before. He was leaning into her as if he’d die if he let go, and his hand was on the same place on the back of her head as it was on yours.

“Oh,” Alex said, not really knowing what else he could do. He was furious and wanted to mortify Lando in front of everyone in the room.

“Yeah, oh,” you repeated sarcastically. Your knees felt weak and your eyes were on the brink of bursting - it was impossible to hide if you tried. “I’m going to go home,” was all you could get out, your voice choking on every word.

You tried to convince yourself that you weren’t upset and rather you were disgusted but you couldn’t after the image of Lando sucking some other girl's face was plastered in your mind and you shed tears the whole way home. Lando didn’t know - in your mind he didn’t even care but as you were crying to Alex and Lily in an uber, he was looking for you everywhere. But as it hit him, the guilt and weight of what he’d done, and the realisation that you must’ve seen, he prayed that you’d let him explain, like he did every time this happened, whilst you would tell yourself, again, that you meant it this time; that he was too late.

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makiwife · 1 month

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F the big 3 CL16!

Driver’s Soft Launch Series

Charles Leclerc x Redbull Driver! Verstappen!Reader

Author’s notes: hihi!! back from my year long slump😭 all pics are from Pinterest. It’s a long one so hope you enjoy!! it gets vv messy😈.

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes.

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Y/nverstappen

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Y/nverstappen with love xoxo

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maxverstappen1: Where is your shirt in the first pic🤨🤨

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↳ Y/nverstappen: fym… it’s right there😅

francisca.cgomes: YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL BABY🥰

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Lilymhe: bae is looking so FINEE

↳ Y/nverstappen: my wife I love you🥹

F1xY/n: HOW IS SHE SO PRETTY IM JEALOUS

Ferraricharles4: SHE REALLY CAME SHIRTLESS IN THE FIRST PIC

Landonorris: bro is posing before a GP😭

↳ Y/nverstappen: bro hasn’t given anyone vip paddock passes since he got broken up with😭

↳ danielriccardo: LMAOO🤣🤣

redbullY/nfan: SHE GAGGED HIM

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Y/nverstappen

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Y/nverstappen date before race ❤️‍🔥

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Redbullluv: DATE NIGHT W WHOM?!???

McLarengirl11: UM HELLO WHO IS THAT MAN?

Lilymhe: STUNNING☺️☺️

↳ Y/nverstappen: I love you lil🥰

danielriccardo: the people want to know who you’re soft launching

↳ maxverstappen1: what the fuck is soft launching🤨

↳ Y/nverstappen: 🤫🤫

Y/nloveerr: SHES TEASING US OH MY GOF

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Y/nverstappen fuck the big 3, it's just big ME.

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↳ Y/nverstappen: thank you maxie🙏 i love you.

y/nf1fan: THE CAPTION??? WHY DID SHE GAG OCON SO HARD

Redbullgirly3: THE VERSTAPPEN SIBLINGS HAVING BEEF WITH OCON IS SO FUNNY TO ME

lewishamilton: congratulations Y/n!! very proud of you.

↳ Y/nverstappen: THANK YOU LEW🥹 you're so sweet

charles_leclerc: P1 BABYY

↳ Y/nvestappen: my haters got me to where I am☺️

redbullracing: simply simply lovey!! amazing results y/n🙌 keep up the wonderful work. (nice caption)

landonorris: that caption is so messy, i love it

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↳ Y/nvestappen: “I don’t really have a lot to comment on that, except that he was being a pussy”

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georgerussell: CONGRATS!! AMAZING RACE FROM YOU!!

josief1: THE WAY SHE QUOTED MAX WHEN HE DISSED OCON IN AN INTERVIEW 🤣 MOTHER IS MOTHERING FR

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alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: princess treatment only for the best 💕

Y/nverstappen: I literally love you alex baby🥹🥹

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Y/nverstappen: LMAOO SO TRUEE

charles_leclerc replied to your story: you deserve everything and more. I'm so very proud mon amour ❤️.

Y/nverstappen: cha baby I’m actually so in love with you❤️❤️

A/n: Guys i literally had so much fun writing this!! I def want to make a pt2 because there wasn't really any soft launching/ flirting happening. I lowk wanted to show you guys a little bit of her personality, but I also wanted to ease into the romance yk. sorry for the yap sesh but I hope you enjoyed!!

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cherry-leclerc · 2 months

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wait for you ☆ cl16

genre: fluff, humor, tiny bit of smut, established relationship

word count: 1.8k

An eager Charles tries to convince you to take part in an adorable video to show off your relationship for the first time, but it only lands you two in a clumsy mess.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+…mainly just charles being a tit addict lol, oh and a bit of dry humping ahhah

req!…quickie, but enjoy :) ps. we love a man who understandssss

“Come on! Don’t be like that.”

It takes all of you to not roll your eyes at your needy boyfriend. He was excited to be back to racing after such a long time and this was just pure adrenaline, if you can even call it that. He had brought it up a few nights ago over dinner.

It’s been a year. Actually scratch that. A year and five months. Which is basically two if you stop and think about it.

Humming, you nod with less enthusiasm as he dangles his phone right in front of you, displaying cheesy couple videos.

We can recreate it, people will know, and people will love you. Easy peasy.

But there was nothing easy about any of this. It had stayed a secret for so long for a reason - a perfectly reasonable reason. While you knew the good would most likely outweigh the bad, that didn’t make it less nerve wrecking.

With a heavy sigh, you roll off of his lap, chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m not sure, Charles. You know how I feel about all this. Plus, don’t you like knowing it's just you and me who know about us?” You signal between the two of you, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as he gulps.

“I do love having you to myself…”

“So it’s settled. Not yet.”

The next time he brings it up is when you’re out on a double date with George and Carmen, seeing as they spend a good amount of time here in Monaco. Could be nice, he says, blankly taking a lick from his vanilla ice cream. Would make me happy, y’know…

“I feel like I have to ask,” the Brit mumbles curiously. “Trouble in sex-paradise?”

Choking with surprise, you hurriedly shake your head as Carmen pinches her boyfriend's thigh. He yelps, scooting closer to the Monegasque who continues to pout. Rubbing your temples, you say, “Don’t pay him any attention, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“Amore, it would be perfect!” Angling his head to the couple, he retreats his phone, already showing off the video. “Wouldn’t it be cute to announce our relationship like that?” Before they have a chance to answer, he nods happily, as if they’ve given him the biggest blessing. “It would, I know it would.”

“Reckon it’s a bit much,” George says while Carmen winces in agreement. Charles’ green eyes flicker to where you bite back a grin, writhing to let loose.

“You guys…”

Carmen pats his hand gently over the table. “Charles, just try and put yourself in her shoes. She’s worried. We’ve all been. Being in the public eye is extremely terrifying. Maybe she’s not ready-”

“Or she’s not that into you.”

The brunette clenches his jaw. “You’re not?”

Giggling, you peck his rosy cheek as he stubbornly gives in, a smile already being drawn onto his lips. “I’m so in love.” Then you turn to the Brit, kicking him sharply underneath the table. “Asshole.”

As he winces in pain, his girlfriend rubs his arm gingerly. “Oh, she’s definitely in love, Charles. But she’s not ready. Just wait on her for a tad bit longer.”

You’re honestly shocked when he doesn’t bring up the topic the time you visit his family, or when you meet up with Pierre and Kika. It was odd, but you didn’t think much of it.

That is until he has you perched on his lap, greedy mouth wrapped around your sore buds. Large hands come in to grip your breasts, squeezing them closer to his face as he groans. You shiver when the cool air hits your wet skin. He smiles wickedly when you start rubbing yourself against his thigh, whimpers entering the room.

“You sound so sweet…”

You grip his shoulders tighter.

“Doing so good for me, yeah?”

You nod with soft pants and tired eyes.

“Do you love me?”

More than anything.

“Then you’ll do the video with me? You will, won’t you, darling?”

“Yes, yes,” you huff, core growing tighter. “Anything and everything you want.”

You can practically feel his smirk against your chest, but are too far gone to even care.

With one last lustful lick, he scoffs. “That’s my girl.”

“Okay, stand still,” he instructs, hands fixing his phone against the wooden chair. There's heavy concentration that lingers adorably as he gently bites down on his bottom lip, that it almost makes you regret how much you were dreading this. Balancing yourself on your tippy toes, you giggle nervously. Green eyes look back at you before pressing a kiss against your temple. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Just stand there and look pretty.”

“Because that’s all I’m good for,” you mumble sourly as he aims a deadpan expression. You know that’s not true. Then he presses the countdown and runs out of the frame, leaving you to stand like a lost puppy, soft eyes looking for their owner. Frowning hard at the camera, you sigh. “I really don’t get it-”

All of a sudden, strong arms wrap around your waist as he carries you in a hurry. You’re squealing loudly and shutting your eyes tightly. It leaves you winded as you slip into a coughing fit. Swiftly, the Monegasque places you back down and cradles your face with worried eyes. “Holy shit, are you okay?”

Pushing him away harshly, you shoot daggers at your boyfriend. “What the hell was that? You nearly killed me!”

The brunette winces. “I didn’t mean to do it that fast…” His shoulder droops with panic when you narrow your sharp eyes, chest heaving with slight anger. “Or that hard.”

You step away, frantic arms shooing him. “I’m out, this is stupid.”

“No, wait!” Following after you, he reaches to grab your hand. “I’ll be gentle this time. Let’s just try again.”

A skeptical scowl paints your face before nodding along. Dimples shine back towards you as he happily leads you back to the large kitchen. Slow, Charles. I mean it. Beaming brightly at the screen, you playfully search for him before you catch a glimpse of your clumsy manchild through your peripheral vision. You foolishly flinch as he makes his way and comes to an unexpected halt. He groans and you wail.

“Why did you stop?”

“Why do you look scared?”

Letting out a dry laugh, you bring your hands to your hips, right leg extending out like a strict teacher. “I was doing my part.”

“If looking scared was what you were going for, then mission accomplished.” He rubs his lids. “Try to pretend that you like me. The whole point is to show people that we’re in love.”

“Am I supposed to act like I like you or all lovey dovey? Which one is it?” you bicker back, hair whipping your cheekbones. He rolls his eyes. Stop acting like that, it’s not cute. “It’s not cute,” you mock as you return to your original spot. “Do not fuck this up, Charles.”

“Fine,” he grunts. Repeating the same actions, this time around he manages to trip over his own two feet, landing with a loud splat. The sound of his skin hitting the marble floor has you rolling with laughter and gasping for air. This is great, you wheeze, eyes crinkled. “It’s because I mopped earlier, remember? One last time.”

The Monegaque readies himself like a quarterback, dark eyes drawn to you like a hungry lion. You almost want to laugh with how serious he’s taking all of this, but somehow hold back. Once again, he makes his way on cue, arms wrapping around you securely and taking you down with him this time.

Landing with a low umph, he holds onto you tightly, making sure to land on top of him safely as you yelp. Twisting up quickly, you bang a soft fist against his chest. “Dickhead! What are you doi- I’m not a fucking potatoe sack!”

The brunette manages to sit up, immediately going in to rub his head. Black spots blaze over his eyes. “I think I’m blind.” He pants, loopy eyes making a weak attempt to take in your delicate figure. “You still look like an angel, though.”

“That makes absolutely no sense.” You pause. “A-are you okay, baby?”

Brown locks bounce up lightly. With a heavy sigh, you help him up, leading him carefully towards the couch. Sore shoulders relax against the pillows. You bite down nervously on your thumb as you debate calling for help, given as how he hasn’t spoken much after the catastrophe. He hums. “I’m fine. Sit.”

“Oh, good,” you say, releasing out a breath of relief. As soon as he feels a dip next to him, he peeks one eye open, finding you with a pale face. A strong sense of protection takes over as he pushes your hair back, making sure to analyze everything about you. Why are you colorless? Did it hurt? Does anything hurt? We can go to the hospital to get you checked out. Actually, let's go.

He’s already grabbing your hand, flinging you to stand up when you let go. “I said I was okay. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. You took it the hardest, I swear I heard the sound of a coconut crack.” A teasing smile slips onto your berry lips, closed fist gently knocking against his head. “Only making sure.”

“Ha-ha.” Bringing you towards his chest, you nuzzle your face sweetly. “I tripped again-”

“I know,” you giggle, though it comes out slightly muffled, and slightly demonic. But it makes him grin eagerly, hand flying to smack your ass. You jump, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckles. “This was an utter mess. How about we try again tomorrow?”

“How about we don’t?”

You pull away, hands pressing against his tall frame. “But I thought you wanted to do this…”

“I do, but you’re not ready.” A boyish wince strikes his face. “And I’m not going to force you.” You can’t help the swing your heart goes through with his sweet gesture. He continues. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this in the first place; I knew you weren’t ready and I still tried. I’m sorry.”

Guilt eats you up with his words. “I swear I want to do this for you. I can try again!” Slithering out of his tight grip, you cluelessly look for his phone. He chuckles at your cute pout of determination.

“But you’re not ready,” he states for the second time. “I’ll wait for you to be.”

The internet was a scary place - one you dread very much - but it’s true. You would have done this with him, even if you weren’t open to it. But the fact that he understood regardless…

Sheepishly marching your way over to the green eyed boy, you shoot a shy wink. “When I am…I’ll let you know?”

He grins, arms wide open as you find a home between them. “Of course.”

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eccentricwritingbaby · 18 days

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baby finn series, house divided

dad!lando norris x mom!wife!reader

series list - bedtime stories - sneaking onto stream - babysitting and date nights

summary - yours and lando’s little boy has decided to become a fan of a different team, leading lando into a little spiral

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finn norris, yours and landos bubbly pride and joy, was turning three this sunday - subjecting his birthday to a race day. finn had obviously grown up along the track with his dad and all his colleagues and friends which led him to adore and fall in love with the sport that is formula one - scaring the living daylights out of you in his passionate displays of love for the dangerous activity at such a young age. not only was finn bouncing off the walls when lando informed him of where his birthday would be held, he was jumping, shaking and yelling with excitement as the race track was his favorite place on earth.

“finn, baby, calm down,” you chuckled while giving lando a glance. you both were sat on the couch with your son in front of you in order to tell him the wonderful news. now your adorable little almost three year old was racing around screaming with joy.

lando let out a laugh as well and reached for his son, “if you’re excited about spending your birthday on the track you’ll also be very excited about my other surprise for you,” finn looked up at his father with those same crystal blue eyes and whispered as if it was to himself, “anotha’ supwise?” lando and you share another small laugh at his wonder as he proceeds to get your son his gift. you take this moment to sweep up your still giggly son into your lap and give him a few quick kisses to the top of his head. those delicious baby laughs were all you heard as you felt his face snuggle further into your arms. lando returns as swiftly as he left, yet this time he appears with a large box in his arms. your boy wiggles in your hold until you release him to crawl towards his father. once settled on your husband's lap, lando begins to aid him in opening the bright papaya colored box, leading to your understanding of the exact contents in seconds. lando was always getting sent items from fans that were miniature, or receiving pint-sized merch from mclaren all for his mini me which both of you just doted over. once the wrapping paper and tissue paper were thrown enough around your living room, finn finally poked his head into the box and came out with a frown.

“you don’t like it, bud?” lando softly questions while his eyebrows begin to furrow. “‘s not wed, dada,” your son responds as he eyes his father, confusion listed on all of your faces.

“baby, why would you want your outfit to be red for your birthday? don’t you want to cheer on daddy?” you attempt to understand the little boy by posing the questions but he simply just whips his head around to you even more confused.

“i cheer dada in wed!” his eyes begin to gloss over and you can already feel a temper tantrum about to stir, yet one look over to lando and you understand that both your boys may need a minute to cool down.

“okay finn, why don’t you pick out what you want to bring on the trip? i’ll be right in to help baby,” you reply cautiously as you lift him out of lando’s arms, around the forgotten papaya box, and in the direction of his room.

“otay, momma!” finn shouts as his little legs attempt to quickly take him into his room down the hall. once the tiny steps disappear, you turn to look at your other baby.lando sits on the couch with a blank stare as his hands ring together in front of him.

“he wants to support ferrari, love. not his own father,” lando’s head falls as he speaks and you land on the couch cushion next to him, beginning to run your hand up and down his back. even though finn was born while you both were young and unsure of how to raise a child together, since you were children yourselves, lando was consistently one of the best fathers you had seen. he let the third driver take his seat for a month and a half in order to be a dedicated father and bond accordingly with your son. he doted over you and your needs no matter what the cost or occasion. and overall he cherished approval, whether it be in the bedroom, the track, or parenthood. lando is confident, yes, but he will always want the confirmation that he is doing his best, and that his best is enough - which it is always more than. therefore, you could tell that his son not wanting to support his team, and by partisan him, has led him to conclude that he is not a good racer, role model, or father - and you needed to stop those lies from invading his head.

“lando, he’s two - almost three, he probably just likes the color and wants to wear it,” you reply to his heart heavy confession.

“no he wants to support his uncle carlos, who has been winning and been on all the podiums - oh except for when he was in the hospital having a surgery,” the ending of his small reply held a bitter tone which you knew was not jealousy. lando and carlos are especially close, he is beyond happy and proud of his friend who he knows deserves his winnings, but you could understand the envy appearing when his son is preferring him over his dad.

“lando, it doesn’t matter what team he wants to support, that is your son. and he worships the ground you walk on. trust me. i am with him all the time,” you continue with a chuckle and a funnier tone as you begin to recite the words your son always speaks to you, “it’s always, ‘when’s dada coming home?’ ‘i want dada to tuck me into bed’ ‘can i drive like dada when im older’ and so on. lando, he loves you - you know that. don’t make this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. he is three, his intentions are pure,” as you end your speech, lando begins to raise his head looking into your eyes.

“i know, love. it just sucks i guess,” he lets out a quick sigh along with a shrug and meets your eyes again, “you’re still wearing papaya, right?” slight anxiety in his higher pitched question and you begin to laugh, “yes, love, i will always be in your color,” you reply as he hums and leans into your embrace, reaching down to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. just as you pull apart you can hear the quick little pitter patter of feet running down the hallway your little boy emits, trailing behind him is his bluey mini suitcase overflowing with toys and games.

“i all pack!” he squeals in excitement as he races over to you and your husband. lando drops down onto your floor, finn running right into his embrace, followed by a fit of giggles.

“let’s see what you packed, buddy,” your husband replies as he ruffles around finns baby curls. finn then claps a bit until he’s situated on the floor in front of the suitcase. he begins pulling out his items and reciting them to both of you and you respond in a chorus of “ooh’s” and “aah’s”.

race day -

as lando struts down the makeshift runway that is the entrance to the paddock, you follow behind a little further as to not draw too much attention to your little son. even though finn had grown up around the paddock, both lando and you are still not fully comfortable with the cameras and attention specifically around your son. therefore, any precaution - even the slightest - to not have him overly immersed in the media you both will take. lando is simply sporting his mclaren team gear, you in a light and well-fit sundress that lando emphasized in the morning you look ‘absolutely ravishing, my darling” and your birthday boy, well, he has arrived in a bright red ‘sainz55’ ferrari shirt as well as a bright and wide smile - something your husband couldn’t even be mad at if he tried, as your son’s smile that bright on his birthday was worth any sort of bruise to the ego. once well inside the paddock, finn begins to wiggle and squirm in your arms wanting to be let down which could only mean one thing.

“UNCLE LOS! UNCLE LOS! UNCLE LOS!” he begins to cry as you put him on the ground and he takes off towards him.

“FINN! SLOW DOWN!” your husband cries after him as he picks up a jogging pace after his overenthused son. carlos’ head whips around at the voice of his favorite little man as he begins to crouch down and brace for impact with his arms held wide. the little ball of red soon collides with his newfound favorite driver and the two begin to laugh as they hold each other. once you and lando catch up to the pair you can hear the adorable conversation at play.

“i wear wed fo’ you, uncle los!” finn sings happily while prancing around in front of carlos. the spanish driver, still crouched at your son's level, chuckles in admiration as he stares at the boy in front of him, “i think red is your color, pequeño,”

“it is! it is!” finn replies once again jumping around in full excitement.

“i also think it is somebody’s birthday,” carlos says holding a sly grin while staring at the little lando in front of him.

“ME! it’s mine!” your boy continues to jump.

“i think special birthday boys get to sit in their favorite uncles car?” carlos feigns innocence in the question as he looks at lando who holds a grin on his face. finn looks at his father for permission with a slight doe-eyed expression and lando gives him a simple nod before finn and carlos quickly disappear to the ferrari garage.

“i am very proud of you, love. you’ve got a good brave face,” you say quietly to your husband as he reaches down to pull you into a kiss.

“you know why i’m smiling, baby?” lando doesn’t wait for you to answer the rhetorical, “because we just gained a free babysitter for about an hour,” he kisses you again, this time with more urgency as he continues, dropping an octave, “and i’ve got an empty drivers room just waiting for us,” one more kiss and he’s already pulling you into the direction of the mclaren garage with you jogging quickly behind him in a fit of giggles.

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hemmingsleclerc · 2 months

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My Husband ┃CS55

summary: Y/N attends her husband's home race but didn't expect to find the "popular" girl at her high school back in the day.

The sun was seen over the Barcelona-Catalunya Circuit while the Spanish Grand Prix was taking place. Y/N, dressed in an elegant yet casual dress that perfectly combined glamor and comfort, strolled through the paddock with an air of confidence. Her husband, Carlos, was focused on preparations for the next race, leaving her free to immerse herself in the exciting atmosphere.

As she toured the different garages and hospitality areas, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of nostalgia. The roar of the engines brought back memories of her teenager's years when she would never have imagined being there in the paddock. Yet here she was, the wife of one of the sport's most talented drivers.

The familiar murmur of voices interrupted her thoughts and she turned to see a group of people approaching her. Among them was a face from her past: a girl named Carla, who was once the queen bee of her high school. Carla's eyes widened in false surprise when she saw Y/N there.

"Well, well, if it's not little Y/N," Carla sneered, her tone full of mockery. "What brings you to the Spanish Grand Prix? Trying to catch a glimpse of the rich and famous?"

Y/N smiled, refusing to let Carla's comments get to her. "Oh, you know, I've always been an F1 fan. I thought I'd come and support my husband."

''Husband?, so after all you did get a boyfriend?, what a wonderful surprise!''

''Yes, yes I did Carla'' Y/N responded, avoiding the urge to roll her eyes.

Carla smiled and looked at her boyfriend, who was next to her. "Well, we're here because my boyfriend is a big fan. You probably know him, he was with us at school! In fact, today he met all the drivers. It's a dream come true for him."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, recognizing the familiar pattern of Carla trying to outdo her in any situation. "That's fantastic for him. I'm sure meeting the drivers was an unforgettable experience."

''So, is this your first race?''

''In fact no, I have attended several grand prix, although it's probably your first time, so enjoy it Carla!'' And just as she finished saying those words she turned around and walked away from that irritating situation.

The race came to life and Y/N continued to enjoy the event, doing her best to ignore the presence of her ''wonderful'' former high school classmates.

As the checkered flag waved, signaling the end of the race, Y/N once again found herself in the path of Carla and her boyfriend.

"Well, well, look who it is," Carla said with a forced smile. "Did you have fun watching the race, sweetie?"

Y/N sighed inwardly but maintained her composure. "Yes, it was thrilling. Excuse me, I need to find Carlos."

As she tried to walk away, Carla's boyfriend, Y/N's old crush from high school, stepped forward, trying to strike up a conversation with her. Y/N felt a wave of discomfort but remained polite. All she wanted to do was go to her husband and congratulate him on his incredible podium finish in the race.

Suddenly, the crowd around them buzzed with excitement as Carlos Sainz approached, his red racing suit adorned with sponsor logos. Carla and her boyfriend exchanged surprised glances.

"Carlos Sainz!" Carla exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile triumphantly. "Oh, I didn't mention it before? He's Carlos, my husband, sweetie."

Carlos, oblivious to the tension, politely greeted Carla and her boyfriend. When they noticed, Carla's forced smile faltered and Y/N took the opportunity to gracefully exit the conversation. She walked away from her, leaving behind a speechless Carla and a bewildered old lover.

''Thank God you showed up, I couldn't stand them for another minute''

''You okey mi amor?''

''I'll be better after the celebration for your great podium, cariño''

With their heads held high, Y/N and Carlos walked out holding hands, along with the shiny trophy, ready to have a great night.

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maxtermind · 25 days

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baby, would i still be your lover?

★ : summary :: when he accidentally insults you during an argument ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: angst ★ : word count :: 2.9k ★ : a/n :: as much as i love making the crack texts, i'm just an angst addict 😔

Max Verstappen

Everyone, people who weren’t even in Max’s close proximity, knew that he was impulsive and a little reckless. With you, on the contrary, Max was usually a think first, act later kind of a lover. That wasn’t to say that when arguments happened, they were a pretty sight to look at.

It was a single thing that you said which suddenly turned into a huge blown out argument, leaving your head throbbing as Max continued to vent his frustrations about unrelated issues.

"You're so hot-headed, you can't even have a normal conversation without blowing up."

"Attacking me now, are you?" Max retorted, his tone defensive.

He was quick to bite back and the ball in your throat made it scratch-y to talk. You were sure that your eyes were welling up with tears but he was too far away to see it.

"I'm just stating the truth.” You started after taking a shuddering breath. “Every time we talk, it turns into a fight because you can't control your temper."

"Well, maybe if you didn't push all my buttons, we wouldn't be here."

He was talking in the same decibel at least and for a second you had hope that everything would be better. Then his words registered and the hope vanished as well.

"I'm not the one who flies off the handle at the slightest provocation!"

You had to stop and take another breath, otherwise, you were going to start crying and this conversation was inevitably going to get left in between because Max wasn’t an asshole who was okay with his girlfriend crying just because he was angry.

"You know what? I'm sick of your constant criticism."

"And I'm sick of walking on eggshells around you!"

He took a moment to say the next thing. The silence indicating that he was thinking it over first. Max's next words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

"Fine, maybe we should just call it quits then."

The suggestion hit you like a punch to the gut. Was this really that easy for him? He just ripped your heart out and splashed it on the ground. Your chest hurt so much and he was just sitting there? Was he not at all affected by the way you looked close to crying now?

"Fine. Enjoy being single and available," you retorted, your voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes looking over at you, indicating how he didn’t really think that you guys were breaking up. Though in your head, this was the last time you were ever going to look into his eyes again.

"You're too sensitive, always getting upset over nothing."

You were already on the edge, not having even processed that you guys almost- probably did break up over you trying to talk something out with him.

“Us breaking up is nothing to you?”

The weight of his words crashed over you, the tears finally spilling down your cheeks. Max's expression softened, regret flashing in his eyes, but it was too late. The damage had been done, and the fragile bond between you felt irreparably shattered.

Lewis Hamilton

How can one tell if they really are in a good relationship? Is it the security and sense of peace? Is it the frequent love confessions? Honestly, the explanation might differ person to person but one thing you always believed that made a relationship was being level headed even during arguments when emotions were running high

Needless to say, you were very glad you found solace in Lewis. A person who was prone to recognizing the impact of his words. Arguments between you two were rare, and when they did occur, Lewis prioritized finding solutions rather than escalating the conflict. His ability to remain level-headed during disagreements was a cornerstone of your relationship.

Everyone has those days though, when acting out of character seems more suitable than the usual. Moments when emotions override reason.

You were more worked up than usual. Your insides were burning with this desire to get answers because your boyfriend wasn’t there with you on the day you needed him the most.

You drove back home from your conference, dismayed despite it being a very successful session, given that your proposal got accepted as soon as you were done. You just wished your chocolate eyed man was sitting in the crowd looking at you with his signature proud smile.

After a shower, you sat on your couch to watch some show and just move on from the bittersweet day. It was an hour later, when your boyfriend showed up with a bouquet in his hand. Lewis walked over to you and leaned down to kiss your head.

“Congratulations, love," he greeted, oblivious to the storm brewing within you. “Saw it on the news, sorry I couldn’t join you. Got caught up with work.”

Usually, you would have avoided the argument till you felt like you could understand his side too. That was one of the things that helped you guys the most. You both waited to discuss stuff till you knew you were calm and ready to get what the other was saying.

“Aren’t you too busy with work lately?”

He gave a humorous huff in return, not catching on.

“You know how it is once the season starts.”

“You literally got home last night and you had to go in again early in the morning?”

“Missed me?”

He had a playful grin on his face and it killed you to spoil the good mood.

"Of course, after all you're more committed to your cars than you are to me."

The words left your mouth and you were too far gone to be caring about it at this point. Lewis has been such a passionate lover so this sudden shift was hurting you.

“What was that?” he responded, his tone sharp with surprise.

However, you were done and already up to call in early but his words stopped you on our track.

“Wow. You're so insecure, it's exhausting trying to boost your ego all the time."

Tears immediately welled up in your eyes but you didn’t turn around and with a deflated sigh, walked into your bedroom before locking the door while Lewis stood frozen in his place, not believing his own words.

It was like he was in a stance and all he could do was listen to you cry through the closed door on a day when you guys were supposed to be celebrating each other’s wins.

Carlos Sainz

Carlos was the perfect man. His mature yet easy going demeanor was exactly what you needed in a partner. You hadn't been together for that long to be at the altar but just enough to know that you were going to last.

You understood the demands on Carlos's time, with his career in the spotlight of the racing world when you decided to say yes to a date with him. Carlos was left with very less time away from all the glam, media and the track. Making it precious because of how rare it was.

You mostly accompanied him and let him drag you around to wherever he wanted once he had the break. So imagine your surprise when the only time you made some pretty important plans and he refused to tag alone.

"I can’t believe you’re saying no to this," you protested, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“I’m not saying no to anything, Carina.” He kissed your knuckles to un-knot the strong fist you’ve made of them. “I’m just suggesting we do it some other time.”

"But this is the third time, Carlos!" You stood up, unable to contain your hurt and disappointment. “Sorry if meeting my parents is such a chore for you.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth now.” Carlos responded with a sigh, attempting to pull you into a hug, which you reluctantly accepted. “It's not about it being a chore. You know I'd do anything for you, Y/N."

"I do know that, but actions speak louder than words, Carlos. My family is important to me."

“I promise that I want to meet them. I do. It's just… the timing."

"I don't want promises, Carlos. I want actions. If you can't even make it to meet my parents, what does that say about our future?" You insisted with a heavy heart, putting distance between you two.

"You're blowing this out of proportion, Y/N." Carlos countered, frustration evident in his voice.

"Out of proportion? I just wanted you to meet my family, and you can't even do that!"

“Well, I don’t have time to waste on this! If you want to go, just go alone!” His words hung in the air, a sharp pang of hurt piercing through you.

You immediately took a step back and saw him do the same. Both of you standing there as the silence stretched, contemplating in silence what exactly the next course of action was going to be.

“Y/N, I…” He trailed off as you glared at your foot, trying to hold the tears in before one eventually slipped and fell down your cheek.

“Baby, no! Don’t cry!” He panicked about extending his hand, about to touch you but you flinched away and shook your head.

“Carlos, if you think I’ll just ignore what you said ten seconds ago then you’re very wrong.” You whispered, your voice thick and husky.

Guess you were the only one from you both expecting this relationship to last. A second later, you were clutching your bag in your hand and walking towards the exit, speaking up before Carlos could beg you once again to ‘sit and talk it out.’

“Don’t,” you interrupted, your voice barely a whisper. “Thanks for letting me know that our time together was time wasted for you.”

You walked out with his heart in your pocket, your own splashed on the floor of your apartment.

Charles Leclerc

Charles was the love of your life, the very time you saw him smile at you from across the room igniting a spark in you that shaped your future together.

He walked over to you with a pretty girl hanging onto his arm, leaving the impression that they were more than friends. Everyone around you was also convinced at the time that they were dating but Charles bluntly flirting with proved just how different the real life scenario was.

Pippa was just his ‘best friend,�� someone who throws side eyes at you every time you and your boyfriend are in close proximity to her. Despite nearly a year together, her hostility persisted, the woman was a different kind of vicious. Hell bent on draining your energy.

It was physically exhausting being around her with her catty sarcastic tone that Charles always failed to notice. It was just another one of those days and Charles dismissed your concerns as usual, leaving you frustrated.

This time it was pissing you off greatly.

"Doesn't she realize we're together?" You rolled your eyes.

Charles remained silent and that drew your brows together.

“Charles, does she not think we’re serious?”

“I don't think so. She's always been oblivious to these things.”

And honestly? That fucking hurt. It hurt to know that Charles noticed this but was still rather quick to defend her every time.

"But we've been together almost a year?”

"Baby, she just never pays attention.” His arm pulled you closer to his chest. “Or maybe she doesn't want to see it."

"Do you think she has feelings for you?”

There it was, the truth out in the open. As much as it made you want to die to say it out loud and acknowledge it, your body felt lighter while the comforting arm around your waist began to feel heavier.

"I don't know. Maybe?” Charles’ chest heaved with a deep sigh, "It's complicated?"

The heart beating in your chest stopped for a long second because of how unconcerned your boyfriend seemed right now. Was he seriously just going to accept that a person he has shared so much history with wants to steal him from you?

“It’s not that simple, darling. she's been a friend for years.”

“Yeah, well, friends don't act like that. She’s just what? Waiting for the right moment to swoop in and steal you away from me?”

Charles did not like it because the arm was moved away from you in a second and he was sitting a bit straighter now. He looked furious and ready to defend his best friend and all that was running through your head was how he would probably not do the same for you in front of her.

"That's enough, Y/N. You're being paranoid."

"Paranoid? Or realistic? Face it, Charles, you're so blind when it comes to her. It makes me feel so small compared to her!"

Charles, frustrated and defensive, ran a hand through his hair and shot back,"Don't flatter yourself thinking Pippa gives a damn about you or me."

Lando Norris

No one could deny the magnetic pull Lando had on everyone around him. It was, after all, what drew you to him in the first place. You had your biases but he broke through them all with his shameless at worst and awkward at best flirting.

However, as you stood in a quiet corner to hide from the crowd, you couldn’t find it in yourself to sympathize with Lando. He had brought you to this glamorous social event, flashes of camera and expensive drinks overflowing all around you.

You were extremely excited to accompany your boyfriend especially since he had such an amazing season but throughout the evening, Lando was constantly pulled away by enthusiastic fans and demanding media, leaving you aside feeling like an accessory rather than his partner.

Standing in a quiet corner, you couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as you watched other couples bask in each other's company. You didn’t even know where Lando was at this very second.

Then, suddenly, his arms enveloped you from behind, his lips pressing gently against your head. "I'm sorry, babe. Everyone here just wants a piece of me," he murmured, attempting to console you.

You sighed and tried to calm yourself so you wouldn't explode in front of everyone, "I understand, but I miss spending time with you."

"I promise, I'll make it up to you tonight." Lando winked, keeping the conversation light.

That was all he said before someone from your left approached him again and your safety haven spot under the stairs was crowded with journalists a second later. You rolled your eyes before walking away, with half a mind to grab a cab and leave.

It was on your way back home when your patience finally ran its course as you listened to your boyfriend go on and on about how much of a success the event was.

“Why did you even take me with you?” You interrupted, your tone tinged with hurt and watched as the smile on his face got replaced with a frown.

“What?”

“I mean… you barely clicked two pictures with me and then left me to fetch for myself? You didn’t even come stand with me for more than a minute?”

"Babe, I'm sorry, but this is part of the job."

"I get it, but it doesn't make it easier.” You felt your own body shudder because of how overwhelmed you felt. “You were there talking to everyone but me!”

Lando opened his mouth to say something but you weren’t done yet.

“They were all strangers to me and you didn’t even acknowledge this! I was standing there alone the whole time, watching others and wondering why my boyfriend wasn’t there for me!”

The weight of your words hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, there was silence. You stopped to take a breath and not start crying. Then, Lando spoke, his words struck like a knife to the heart.

“This isn’t… This isn’t about you. Why are you always making it about you?”

Your body froze after that and your mind went blank. You didn’t care that the tears were running out of your eyes or that apologies were falling from his mouth. His own eyes were welling up because he knew.

He knew what he said was unacceptable.

You were so zoned out that as soon as the car stopped, you got out of the car. Thankful to catch the glimpse of yellow among the traffic before you hailed a taxi, the distance between you and Lando growing with each passing moment.

He attempted to hold your arm, his own tears falling down his face. You just wanted to put your point across but with his reaction, you were certain you guys were done for.

“I guess I expected a little too much from you, Lando.”

With a heavy heart, you walked away, knowing that sometimes love wasn't enough to mend the fractures in a relationship.

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