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𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 || 𝐜.𝐬
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carlos sainz jr x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re moving to Madrid to be closer to Carlos and on the day he picks you up from the airport, he has a suprise for you
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: established relationship, fluff
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k
𝐚/𝐧: carlos is attentive (and rich)
"You’re not kidnapping me, right?”
The buzz of Carlos’ car dwindled under the breeze whistling through the rolled-down window. Soft bossa nova tunes floated around the car as you reached over to toggle the volume on the radio. Yoshitaka Minami’s voice flooded your ears as your eyes fluttered closed. You practically had complete ownership of the car radio whenever you and Carlos drove around together, and he didn’t mind at all. Carlos’ hand stroked your knee tenderly as he swivelled up and down the bustling streets of Madrid. You indulged in the smell of the fresh breeze, and the familiar musk of Carlos’ cologne. It was the fragrance of home. Your new home.
You’d spent numerous Summers in Madrid with Carlos, but you’d always found yourself missing the comfort of your hometown, even though you didn’t really enjoy the town itself. You’d always end up so homesick while you were in Madrid, feeling lost as you yearned to go back to your mundane life, away from intruding cameras and vexing fans. Yet, when you went back home, you found yourself calling Carlos every night, expressing how much you missed him and life in Madrid. It was paradoxical, and Carlos never understood why your feelings about Madrid and your hometown were equally polarizing, but he never pried. Nonetheless, the more time you spent in Madrid, the more you felt like the lack of privacy was worth it. Madrid was beautiful; the streets, the people, the culture, it was everything your hometown had never been. So here you were, sitting in your boyfriend's Ferrari 812 Competizione, with your luggage in the trunk, and your heart in his hands.
The car ride from the airport to Carlos’ home wasn’t long, you’d practically memorized the route yourself after travelling between the two locations so frequently. Carlos’ fingers tapped on your clothed thigh to the mellow beats of the song, causing you to turn your attention toward him. His hair had been tossed around due to the turmoil of the wind, yet it still managed to look more cloud-like than messy. It was an art form. He hummed along to the music before throwing a quick look at you.
“It’s rude to stare, querida,” Carlos chuckled, his gruff voice snapping you out of your daze.
“Not staring. Just admiring, querido,” You replied. He squeezes your thigh once before returning his hand to the steering wheel, leaving the lingering phantom of his touch.
“I missed you a lot,” Carlos spoke.
“I missed you too. Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for you to talk about how devoted and in love with me you are once we get home,” You punctuate the sentence with a poke to his cheek, and he turns his head in an attempt to bite your finger.
“I unpacked all the boxes you sent over to the house from your hometown. I think you’re really gonna like how everything turned out.” Carlos said.
“Didn’t realize you were also a part-time interior designer,” you teased.
“I suppose I’m just good at a lot of things,” Carlos winked.
You turned your attention back toward the picturesque view painting the window. The trees and buildings blurred into a single mosaic as the car sped through the city. Carlos slowed the car down as he moved into the right lane of an intersection. You faced him with a raised eyebrow as the car turned onto the unfamiliar road. This was not the way to Carlos’ home, but he remained unfazed.
“Carlos, I think we’re going the wrong way,” you said as you leaned further into the window.
“Nope. This is the right way,” Carlos said curtly.
“Is this the long way?” You were looking right at him now.
“I guess you could say that,” He said, keeping his eyes directly on the road ahead of you.
“Carlos…” The music was being drowned out by the tumbling of thoughts in your head. The syncopated guitar couldn’t stop your brain from kicking into overdrive.
“Don’t worry, I know where we’re going,” He pokes your thigh, sensing the anxiety boiling over in your stomach.
“We’re going home, right?” You ask.
“In a way.” The corner of Carlos’ mouth upturns.
“Carlos, seriously. You’re not kidnapping me, are you?” You half-joked. Carlos laughs at the quiver in your voice.
“Mi amor, I’m not doing anything. Don’t worry,” Carlos reassured.
“Fine.” You gave in, calming your unnerving thoughts as you analyzed the unknown environment.
Carlos continued to drive through Madrid, stopping upon a large iron gate surrounded by meticulously sculpted trees. He pulled out his phone, typing quickly before the iron gates began to creak open. Carlos smiled at you briefly as the car started to drive forward. The driveway was decorated in yellowed cobblestone, leading up to a breathtaking statue situated at the heart of a fountain adorned with specks of moss.
“Carlos, what are we doing here?” You whisper.
“You’ll see. Be patient, querida.” He turns off the car engine before opening the driver-side door. Carlos opens up the passenger-side door, holding out his hand for you like the gentleman he was, even when he was being annoyingly secretive. You place your hand into Carlos’, allowing your fingers to entangle as he leads you to your luggage in the trunk of the car. He pops open the trunk, grabs your luggage for you, then smiles at you once more before leading the pair of you up the cobblestone path.
As you walked further up the path, a regal home sat at the top of the slope. The exterior of the home was a mustard yellow with grand windows that spanned the entire height of the building. Plants and abstract furniture peeked through the openings of the windows. The home could only be described as otherworldly.
“Carlos, can you tell me where we are now?” The home was so captivating that you hadn’t even bothered looking at Carlos as you spoke to him.
“Cariño, remember when we were watching Architectural Digest a few months ago, and there was that one home that you said was the embodiment of your dream home? Well, I did some research and it turns out the house was located in Madrid. So I bought it. For you. For us.” Your heart plummeted to the floor of your stomach. You could almost hear the pride oozing from Carlos’ mouth. “Is that okay with you?” Your silence was causing Carlos to deflate as he searched your face for a hint of emotion
“Cariño, please say something,” Carlos placed your luggage on the doorsteps in favour of holding your hands in his.
“Carlos…” Your gaze shifted to his. His eyebrows were knitted together as his eyes fixated on yours.
“If you’re going to be mad at me, please do it inside. There’s a really pretty view in there,” Carlos spoke carefully, pointing toward the home. Your home.
“Carlos, I don’t know what to say… I love it so much. I love you so much. This is, like, surreal. My brain is hardly processing this.” You sank into him, wrapping your arms around his torso as if he were about to vanish into the atmosphere. Carlos encased you in his embrace, embellishing the top of your head with never-ending kisses.
“I mean, you bought us a house. My dream house, Carlos. I’m having a hard time believing you aren’t a literal Angel,” You spoke, lifting your head to look into his eyes.
“The only angel here is you, mi amor.” He nuzzled his nose into the side of your head, holding you tighter.
“How are you so perfect?” You felt your eyes begin to water as the weight of the moment began to settle. You’d been so hesitant to move to Madrid, but everything turned out better than you could have ever hoped, and it was all because of Carlos. He released you from his hold before he dug into his pockets in search of the house keys. Carlos pushed the front door open, and a wave of warm vanilla diffused into your lungs. You walked past the threshold of the front door together, welcoming your new environment as a unit. The interior of the home was suited perfectly to your and Carlos’ tastes. It was an undeniable incarnation of your relationship; coordinated, cozy, and inarguably quite beautiful.
“Your clothes were unpacked and placed in our shared closet, all of your instruments are in their own music room, and we’ve even got a home theatre for when our friends come over,” Carlos explains. Photos of the pair of you lined the hallway as they sat in gold picture frames. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d been working on this.
“Friends? I’m not sure about that. Can’t let Pierre taint our little sanctuary.” You joked, stroking Carlos’ back.
“Come on, Hermosa, you’ve gotta see the library we decorated for you,” He grabs your hand, pulling you down the vast hallway.
“Library? Carlos, you’re joking…” Hummingbirds couldn’t have competed with the flutter of your heart.
“I know what my girl likes.”
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prompt two list vaunt and kisses with our international frat boy carlos
international fuckboy Carlos was in my dream last night but I’ll text you about that after // prompts SFW: Vaunt & Kisses
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K - Kisses (what are they like? favorite place to kiss you. where do they like to be kissed?)
it depends on the context of the kiss tbh
if it’s after a race and especially if he’s done well: it's sweaty and sticky and he’s covered in champagne but it’s sweet and gentle and he's holding you against him with your hands on his face as you congratulate him.
if he didn’t do so well, those are more private; the two of you in his driver’s room, cuddled up as you pepper his face with kisses to try and cheer him up which then turns into the two of you making out and that spirals but I'll leave the rest up to you besties ;)
favourite place to kiss you would be your thighs or your cheeks.
Cheeks because he just loves you, a simple gesture of love
Thighs because that’s where he is when it’s just the two of you; don’t be nasty I didn’t mean it like that.
He lays between your legs while you two are on the couch or in bed, you're reading your book and he's playing his game or the two of you are watching a movie but he’ll turn his head and just kiss your thigh then go back to whatever he was doing.
Okay but his shoulders are such a good spot for you to kiss, it’s purely because of convenience.
He’s hugging you? Shoulder kiss.
You're in bed and you just roll over? Shoulder kiss.
He’s standing beside you? shoulder kiss.
but if not his shoulder then either his chest or the top of his head.
You pass by and kiss the top of his head if he's sitting down
he's laying on you and you kiss the top of his head
you’re laying on him ? you kiss his chest
(plus have you seen that man? he’s sooooo chiselled lmao)
V - Vaunt (what do they like to show off? what are they most proud of?)
Carlos isn't a particularly vain person but he is aware that he’s more than just conventionally attractive
unintentionally but intentionally, he’ll work out without his shirt or he’ll go out of his way to mention something about himself but not often
it’s sweet how proud of himself he is
He's proud of his career; past and present
Of his family; especially his sisters even though he bickers with them (which siblings don't bicker lmao)
But if someone randomly asks what he’s proud of, the answer is always the same; you.
he talks about you more than he realizes
you have a pretty low-key relationship but to those who do know about you two, he blabs all the time
sometimes about your work or some new hobby you picked up
he's like a dad sometimes, he’s like wanna see a picture of my girlfriend ?? <33333 and just shows them a whole album of you lmao
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deal - cl16 (17/?)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.
Chapter Summary: That's definitely not the goodbye you wanted.
Warnings: angst, jealousy, swear words
Word Count: 3.3k
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A/N: sorry for this shitty chapter and sorry for keeping you waiting! feedback is appreciated! love ya.
It's not long before Charles falls asleep next to you.
You hear his soft breathing, the way the bedspread rustles as he slides his arm under the pillow and bends his right knee. Apparently he's lying on his stomach, snuggled tightly in the warmth of the bed you'll share for the second and last time.
That Charles has grown so close to your heart in exactly three days is something you would never have thought was possible in your life.
After Raphael cheated on you and your friends let you down, you vowed to take better care of yourself and your heart and never let anyone into your life so easily again. You resigned yourself to the fact that you would spend the next time alone until you could put your trust in someone again. And that had been perfectly fine with you, as long as it had kept further pain at bay.
But the brunette Monegasque, without making any particular effort, has walked into your life as if God personally had opened the gates for him, and has taken up residence with you as if he were a virus that is taking you over completely.
You turn away from him, but you can still feel the warmth of his body through the many layers of fabric that lie between you.
The fact that he will spend the next few days in Italy is a good start to building the wall that will keep your heart from great harm. It will create some distance between you, buy you more time in which to figure out your feelings. And if it really comes down to you feeling more than simple friendship for your roommate, you'll still have plenty of time to think of some way to handle the situation.
You're about to press your face into your pillow so it can stop the whirlwind of thoughts in your head when your cell phone lights up.
Lando: Did you know that the Eiffel Tower is about six inches taller in the summer than in the winter?
Confused, but grinning, you glance at the screen. It's the middle of the night - why is he sending you such a strange message at this late hour?
You cast a glance over your shoulder to make sure Charles is actually asleep before releasing the key lock, lowering your phone's brightness to its lowest setting, and starting to type.
You: Didn't know that. Why is that?
The "seen" with the little checkmark appears directly under your sent message, and a few moments later the typical three dots that appear when a reply is composed flash.
Lando: Due to thermal expansion, meaning the iron heats up, the particles gain kinetic energy and take up more space.
You have to smile, even suppress a giggle.
You: You googled that for sure.
Lando: You got me. I didn't know the best way to start a conversation.
You: I'd say the middle of the night is generally not a good time to start a conversation. What if I had already been asleep?
Lando: Then you would have woken up confused for sure and blocked me right after the message.
You: Then you're lucky I'm still awake.
Lando: I'm definitely lucky.
Behind you, Charles moves a little, but doesn't seem to wake up. You feel him scoot a tiny bit closer to you, as if he realizes you're still awake.
Lando: Have you ever been to Paris?
You: Unfortunately not. I'd like to go there sometime, though. And you?
Lando: I've been there before. Maybe we can go there together? Then I can show you the most beautiful places.
You have to grin. Straightforward guy he is.
You: Do you really think I would just travel to Paris with a semi stranger?
Lando: You're right about that. But that can easily be changed. You and me, tomorrow, dinner at 8?
You feel Charles rest his hand on your bedspread. It's like he subconsciously realizes you're about to go out with one of his friends. He exhales deeply, but doesn't move any further.
You: That was very smooth, Mr. Norris.
Lando: So is that a yes?
Without giving it much thought, you answer the Brit with a "Yes, I'd love to," whereupon he responds with a "Great. I'll get back to you tomorrow. Don't stay up too late and sleep well" back. You press the key lock on your phone and put it back next to your pillow.
Time you do have. Charles isn't around, and you don't have a job to go to every day, so your days are as free as the beach in winter. And for sure it will do you good to spend time with someone other than the Monegasque. Lando is nice and friendly and funny. And since the two of you don't live together, and the level at which you're getting to know each other is much more superficial than the one Charles and you are on right now, you shouldn't be in danger of taking him to your heart as quickly as your roommate.
Who by now has moved so close to you that you can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. It's steady, coming in waves and brushing your skin like a warm summer breeze. For sure he is sleeping well, maybe even having a nice dream. He doesn't even know yet that it's the last time he'll sleep next to you.
You close your eyes, almost press your eyelids together and force yourself to fall asleep. With the ulterior motive that the person who is dearest to you right now is exactly the one with whom you will soon have to keep the most distance.
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Something rustles.
The sound is close, but not so close that it could find its origin right next to your ear. It also sounds muffled, as if there is a thick piece of soft cotton between the sound and your eardrum, so you can't really hear what exactly is making that sound.
You press your face a little deeper into the pillow.
The rustling becomes louder.
Tired and with your eyes closed, you pull the blanket higher to your chin to cling to sleep. And for a brief moment it works, your mind slips back into a gentle slumber - until you hear a loud, unmistakable rumble.
Annoyed and above all confused, you open your eyes. Your cell phone reads 6:15 a.m. Who's making that kind of noise at this hour?
You sit up abruptly, as if you've been electrocuted, and the covers fall into your lap. Charles.
For sure he is packing up the last things before he wants to wake you up. To say goodbye to you. You're surprised you didn't hear his alarm clock. For sure he only rang it once briefly before your roommate turned it off so it wouldn't wake you up. Very kind and considerate.
You swing your legs over the side of the bed and slip into fuzzy socks so your feet don't freeze. As you tie your hair so it doesn't look like you've touched an electrical socket, you hear keys jingle.
Charles wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to you, would he?
Hesitantly, you go to the door of the room and open it slowly to make sure he's still there. And indeed, he hasn't left the apartment yet.
But he has shouldered his travel bag, his feet are in shoes, and the apartment door is open, as if he is about to take the first step out. When he hears you, he turns around.
Confused and still slightly sleepy, you stand in the doorway. You point your finger at the large bag. "Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?" you ask him, rubbing the heels of your hands over your eyes. Damn, it's definitely too early to be awake.
Your roommate steps unsteadily from one foot to the other. "I didn't mean to wake you." In his free hand, he holds his key.
You screw up your face. "But you wanted to say goodbye." You cross your arms in front of your chest. "You said you'd set an alarm so you could get up on time and we could say goodbye properly."
The situation is strange. You're standing in the doorway to the room where Charles shared a bed with you, as he stands on the threshold that separates this apartment from the rest of the world. It feels like he's trying to escape from what's happening inside these four walls. Like he can't wait to leave and leave you here.
He doesn't even want to say goodbye to you.
"I know, but-" he begins, but doesn't seem to know how to finish the sentence, which is why he just falls silent. His gaze wanders from your face to the room behind you before he lowers it to his shoes. He swallows once before looking at you again. "Can we talk about this another time?" he asks quietly. "I have to go."
What happened in the last few hours you were asleep? Did you do something to make him want to run away from here? To want to flee from you? The way he's standing there, he seems like he can't wait to finally leave the apartment. As if he had to quickly put as many kilometers as possible between you.
The fact that he doesn't want to talk to you about it unsettles you more than you'd like to admit.
When you were with Raphael, there were many arguments, after which you both went to bed without clearing up the situation or talking things out. That oppressive, stomach-churning feeling was so devastating and caused such nausea in you that you told yourself that you will never again let an argument or difficult situation just stand.
You don't want to go to bed angry. And you don't want anyone to go to bed angry and mad at you either.
"Did I do something?" you ask, letting your arms, which were crossed just a moment ago, fall to your sides. As a sign that you're ready to face whatever may follow. "Talk to me, please, Charles."
Of course, neither of you would go to sleep now. But the very thought that you won't see each other again for another four days, and thus parting, leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. Which you naturally want to get rid of as quickly as possible.
Demonstratively, he glances at his wristwatch. "I don't have time. Let's talk about it another time."
"It's 6:25. I thought you didn't have to leave until 7?"
He clenches his teeth. "I want to drive now." He's visibly tense, his hand almost tightening around the key. Charles doesn't want to drive. He wants to run. From you. And you don't know why.
Somewhere inside you, a small crack is opening up, uncomfortable, pressing on the pit of your stomach. Your discomfort worsens with each passing moment.
"What have I done?" you try again to get him to talk. You cross the room until you're standing in front of him. "Whatever it was - I'm sorry. I don't know what it is that I could have done that upset you so much. But I don't want you to leave now and be mad at me when we won't see each other again for another four days. Let's talk about it. Please."
It's almost pathetic how desperate you sound. Your voice trembles like it's going to break at any moment, and you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. You try to blink them away.
There have been countless situations like this with Raphael. It was always you who wanted to solve an argument. The one who tried harder. Who sacrificed more. And it has brought nothing.
Even though you two have only known each other for a few days, this argument is much worse. Because you don't know what you have done, and therefore you can't change anything. You can't find a solution here.
Charles doesn't seem to care that you are on the verge of crying. His gaze is hard and cold as he looks down at you. He looks at you as if you were a stranger just standing in his apartment.
As you reach out to him, he takes the last step over the threshold. The small crack inside you grows larger, now seems to have reached your heart, forming a great chasm. The wall that has been built so far has been of no use. It is completely useless.
"If you really want to talk to someone, why don't you talk to Lando?" His tone is icy and his gaze sprays venom.
Lando?
Charles seems to have picked up on your confused look. Annoyed, he rolls his eyes, which stings you further. "Now don't act like that. He texted me in the middle of the night asking what culinary cuisine you prefer for your dinner tonight." He raises an eyebrow. "And here I thought you'd already had an extensive conversation about it. What was it again? Canned soup and BigMac?"
Your discomfort gives way to an even more rotten feeling. Anger spreads through you like a wildfire you can't stop it. How dare he?
"What are you trying to say?" you ask calmly, even though everything is burning inside you. Charles interfering in this matter when he has no right to do so makes your anger spill over, but you know better than to take it out on him directly. You pull yourself together. Even though you'd like to strangle him, you don't want you two to fight.
"Come on, Y/N." His smile is spiteful and ugly - even though he's the most beautiful man on the planet. "We both know he's just trying to fuck you. So what's the point of dinner? It's just a waste of money."
Excuse me?
"What do you mean?"
He seems to think for a moment, as if he were struggling with himself to say the next words. "After all, what Raphael did to you doesn't seem to bother you much if you're going to date someone new right away. And you said yourself yesterday that you weren't going to meet anyone on this couch." He extends his free arm and waves it in a semicircle in front of him. "Let's do it, then. Monaco is full of rich men. Then you don't exactly have to hook up with one who's my friend."
Never in your entire life have you wanted to smack someone so badly as Charles at this moment.
He knows what Raphael did to you. And he also knows why your ex cheated on you. The fact that he now assumes that you would just jump into bed with Lando like that upsets you so much that you're at a loss for words.
You don't recognize him. The Charles who lets you stay with him for free, who makes you laugh, and who is so close to you at times that you have to consider how to protect your heart, has dropped off the face of the earth.
Opposite you is a mean and ruthless man you can't get away from fast enough. His words hit you harder than any blow could, and the tears in your eyes no longer originate in discomfort, but in pure rage.
You don't care what you did to make him act this way. You don't care what exactly happened between you that caused this argument to degenerate like this. And you don't care if you go to bed tonight mad at him.
This argument is different than the one over his phone call with Raphael or the one at dinner with his friends. It's too close, too personal, and for Charles to think of you that way, after everything you've told him about yourself, chokes your throat and makes your heart shatter into a thousand pieces.
"You can have the apartment," you say emotionlessly. Your fire is extinguished, your anger is suffocated. The only thing left is a dull feeling of grief.
How could you think Charles would be any different? That he would actually be a friend to you? You even showed him your favorite place. That wasn't even twelve hours ago.
"When you come back, I'll be gone." Your gaze is fixed on Charles, letting him know how serious you are. Something flashes in his eyes, but whatever it is - you don't care. "I hate you."
Without waiting for an answer, you close the apartment door. As you turn around, you feel like an intruder in your own home.
Which, theoretically, isn't even your home. It's Charles' home, it's his apartment. He's just been nice and let you stay with him. And he didn't do that because he saw a friend in you, but because he felt sorry for you, as you must now realize.
Did this "good deed" make him feel better? Did he let you stay here to prove to himself what a good guy he is after everything with Annika? Is he really that selfish?
Who exactly is Charles Leclerc?
You would like to leave the apartment immediately, because there is nothing that doesn't make you remember Charles. The couch reminds you of the evening when you drank wine and watched Cars. The kitchen table is where you eat pain au chocolat and croissants. The bathroom is where you grin at each other in the mirror as you brush your teeth. Charles is everywhere.
He's especially in the dark bedroom, too, when you return to lie down in bed. His sheets are still where you found them when you woke up, and his smell is all over the room, making it hard for you to breathe.
Pulling your own blanket up to your chin, you lie there staring at the ceiling, racking your brain as to where exactly you took a wrong turn. But for the life of you, you can't think of anything.
You turn on your side and take a deep breath. Charles' smell hits your nose and only now, surrounded by darkness and silence, do you allow yourself to cry. Tears roll down your skin and one sob after another escapes your sore throat, which feels as if it has been laced shut. Your body shakes like it's electrified and somewhere inside you think your heart has stopped beating.
The person you trusted the most has let you down. Your closest friend has dropped you without explaining himself to you.
But that's not what hurts so indescribably.
It hurts so much because it's Charles. The Charles you saw as your best friend after only a few days. The Charles who didn't judge you.
You slide to the other side of the bed and slip under Charles' covers so that you are now completely enveloped in his smell. You feel so close to him, even though he's so far away, and even though the warmth feels like a hug, you feel lonely. You cling to that hug that isn't a hug, because that's the closest thing you have left of him.
Tomorrow you would look for another apartment, maybe even move away from Monaco. And then you would pack your things and leave, just like you promised Charles. And you wouldn't break that promise - that deal, the way he broke his.
Not long ago, you didn't want to share the bed with him anymore, braced yourself for it to be the last time you'd be this close. You wanted to build the wall that would protect, should protect your heart.
But it's no use building a wall when your heart hasn't been yours for a while.
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Miguel O’Hara is real & these are pics I took of him on our honeymoon🙈
*Plays Older by Isabel Larosa*
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Dating Carlos Sainz Jr
Specific things I think Carlos would do as your boyfriend
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Carlos did not hesitate to ask you out as soon as he saw you, he didn't take his time to let you know that you called his attention. He thought he needed to ask you out before someone else did
Things moved fast
The next thing you knew was you were in the paddock supporting your boyfriend, so in love of him
Carlos loves that you are by his side, his heart beats frantic when you are present
He can’t take his eyes off you, so much that sometimes you distract him when he has to concentrate on serious things, like for example, on the race that is about to begin
He likes to take you to dinner at fancy restaurants, where both have to dress elegant, so you always use the things he gifts you
Carlos’ love affection is to give you compliments, always lets you know how much he is drunk in love with you and the things you make him feel
"You look— wow, you’re so beautiful."
He likes to gift you things, even if you do not say anything and do not ask him for it, he knows you and knows the type of things you like
For him there is something pleasant in the way in which you usually love the details that he gives you
Galas, parties, wherever he has to be, so are you. You’re a girlfriend who supports him in everything and he needs your company as air to breathe
Although he also likes to stay at home, it's not always necessary to leave home
He likes to make homemade food for you and share a moment alone, his passion is to prepare something with his own hands and feed you
That man loves compliments, he really loves them
more when they come from you
"Do you like it?"
"Of course, Carlos. Everything you do is incredible.”
His brown eyes glow with excitement after you tell him something nice
He also loves when you stroke his hair and tell him that you love him
You can be quietly lying on a bed, him by your side and you passing your hand through his hair. Carlos is like a cat that purrs because he loves you
"I love when you touch me, please keep doing it."
He tells you stories of his childhood to lull you to sleep while he hold you, tells you about his races, the places he had visited and the things he loves most, always ends up talking about the day he met you
You will always remember that day as the most important day of your life
Carlos is a lovely boyfriend and is obsessed with you, so much so that his friends joke about you having him curled on a finger
He does not correct them, because they are right
That man breathes and lives for you, since you came to his life cannot stop thinking about you and in all the ways in which you can make him happy
Confesses love in different languages so you don’t understand completely
If you don’t speak Spanish, he will teach you because he loves to hear you speak his language and be your teacher
If you speak Spanish you can have long conversations, talk in front of a lot of people, knowing that no one will understand your secret conversations
He makes a LOT of suggestive dirty jokes
Carlos texts you pictures of himself with captions like "miss you." and "can’t wait to come home."
He’s needy
Carlos reminds you of a prince
He acts like a prince
He is your prince charming
#carlos sainz jr one shot#carlos sainz 55#carlos sainz one shot#carlos sainz fanfic#carlos sainz f1#carlos sainz headcanons#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz blurb#carlos sainz smut#f1#f1 blurb#f1 x you
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FAVORITE PHOTOS ★ HEADCANON
pairing: f1 grid x fem!reader (no pronouns specified)
summary: f1 drivers and their favorite photo of you
note: i love this not gonna lie
★ CARLOS SAINZ (55) — one with piñón. you and his dog, his favorite living creatures in the world. when he took the pic, it was 4 PM in barcelona, a day after both of you got home from miami. piñón was very excited to see you, never leaving neither of your sides all day, so when it came down to buy some fast food (because he was not expecting to go home before monza), you had to take her. you were eating while holding her, and the biggest smile appeared on his lips. he had to take a picture.
★ LEWIS HAMILTON (44) — lewis’ favorite picture came unexpectedly. one night, he woke up at 3 AM because of some noise, you weren’t next to him, and if he didn’t know you and your sleeping patterns, he would have freaked out, but he knew you, you were looking for water. he steeped out of bed, entering your living room to find a surprise. you weren’t looking for water, you were in the floor, painting. you were mesmerizing. that day held a place in his heart.
★ CHARLES LECLERC (16) — he is in love with you… and with his car. one day, you had the amazing idea to ask him how it felt to drive around with a pista, he instantly thought about you driving it. a week later you were getting into the driver seat, he took a hundred photos that day, his favorite being you before getting in. you were so nervous he remembers kissing it better.
★ PIERRE GASLY (10) — you are not a party person, much less a fan of PR events, however, a couple of months ago, you found yourself as pierre's plus one at an alpine event. it was unbearable, which could have been a problem if pierre had been enjoying that night, but he was not, so you decided to leave early. in your hotel room, you threw yourself to the bed and he laughed at your obvious relief. he took a picture, now it's his favorite.
★ YUKI TSUNODA (22) — one of you eating something he made. like 100%. even if he had tons of these pictures, his favorite was unique because of the memory. it was the first dish made by him you tried, he was so scared you hated it, but after you had the first bite, you eyes started shining, the world stopped, it was pure bliss. you loved it, he was so relieved and in love.
★ MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1) — one with the cats 100%, you both are proud cat parents. it would be a photo of the day sally started giving you kisses for the first time, it melted his heart. you both looked perfect, at some point you picked her up and laid down with her while singing a lullaby, the cat drifting to sleep.
★ LANDO NORRIS (4) — you asked him and he proceeded to complain about how dare you ask that knowing he takes at least 35 pictures of you a day, asks if you want him to cry and says you’re making him question his life decisions. finally, he shows you a photo he took of you with his favorite helmet: the one dedicated to you. it wasn’t the best pic you had taken that day but, for him, it felt like home.
★ ALEX ALBON (23) — while your favorite photo of him is him smiling, his favorite photo of you is the funniest, most embarrassing thing. you love it. he took it on a trip you made to the drugstore in the middle of the night, “enchanted” by taylor swift started playing and according to you, your “taylor demon” was awoken. he was recording the whole thing, you were sure the security guys thought you were drunk-out-of-your-mind.
★ GEORGE RUSSELL (63) — george is a simple guy (not really he just repeats that a lot) his favorite photo of you is a very domestic one. one morning he woke up to you reading, he was enchanted by you, he was sure you stayed up all night reading. he found that attractive… and concerning, but more attractive, so before you noticed he was awake, he snapped a picture and immediately started kissing you.
★ LANCE STROLL (18) — having a drink with lance after media day was one of your favorite things, nevertheless, one night you drank more that you should. you don’t remember much, but as far as the videos you both took go, you were knocking on each door of the hotel and drunkenly running away. one of those photos is now his favorite, he doesn’t remember taking it, but he wishes he did.
★ DANIEL RICCIARDO (3) — daniel has two folders dedicated to you in his gallery: one with the cute, artistic, hot, beautiful, sexy, perfect photos he has taken of you and the other with cursed, embarrassing or silly pictures of you. his favorite is a silly one, it’s the only one he has marked as favorite, he loves looking at it and remembering. which one is it? that 0.5x photo he took with his phone the moment you arrived to your first date.
★ MICK SCHUMACHER (47) — he loves sunsets. during a small getaway, you started playing music, dancing, and singing. the sunset had soft tone that complimented you, it was magical and perfect. he knew he would be obsessed with the memory for a while, so he snapped a picture.
★ SEBASTIAN VETTEL (5) — easy pick. the happiest day of his life — your weeding, especially that one photo of you with the veil, seconds away from saying ‘i do’ and accepting to love him for the rest of his days. you were blushing by the way he looked at you and he loves it, he has it printed for his nightstand, as his lock-screen, and it definitely has a spot on his instagram during the whole ‘my life through pictures’ agenda.
# “ ࣭⸰ ★ my writings !#f1#formula 1#f1 fic#f1 imagine#formula one#f1 social media au#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 fandom#f1 headcanons#f1 smau#f1 2023#f1 instagram au#f1 fanfic#headcanon#carlos sainz jr#lewis hamilton#charles leclerc#pierre gasly#yuki tsunoda#max verstappen#lando norris#alex albon#george russell#lance stroll#daniel ricciardo#mick schumacher#sebastian vettel
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Charlos shipper delulu ❤️
I don't know how to describe this, but I can tell that Carlos is so obsessed with cute things and being sulky with Charle bc he always ends up having that cute thing's attention 😆
I'm sure u guys already watched this, u can see the smile on Carlos's face when the magic guy said he would give the dog plushie as a gift-
-to Charles 😂😂😂 and his face immediately drop
When Carlos tried to explain to the guy that he was the one who carrying the plushie the whole time, he should be the one to have it, u can see how Charles looked at him 🥰
I know Charles, we all know he is cute (even he is jealous or not)
Or have u guys watched the clip of Toto bringing his son to meet the drivers?
Look how his eyes light up when he saw the kid 😩
He is in his delulu of having his own cutie 🤭 (with Charles)
Yup, here comes the guy who got all the attention and love though he didn't even try ✨
#ignore my delulu if u don't like#charlos#c2#carlos sainz jr#charles leclerc#headcanon thingy#bottom!carlos#my english is bad
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dad!carlos and daniel !! 🥹
Dad! Headcanons - Carlos Sainz/Daniel Ricciardo
Carlos:
I see Carlos as a girl dad tbh
He would buy the little girl anything she wanted as much as you didn’t think it was necessary
He would show her off to everyone in the paddock, which always lead to people saying she had him wrapped in her little finger, which was very true
Spanish would be their main form of communication, so it was like their own little thing between them
He would definitely wear a matching tiara with her on race weekends and make uncle Charles wear one too.
Filling her closet with Ferrari merch and getting her a little version of his race suit in her size
Getting her a kart after finally convincing you and being the proudest dad ever
Daniel:
Daniel is a boy dad to me
Taking his little boy dirt biking around the farm
Wearing matching cowboy outfits to COTA
He would definitely get his son a mini version of his race suits too for race weekends
You’re the one that convinces him to get your son a kart
Teaching your son to take pictures so he can be like his dad and uncle Lando
Daniel would probably find a way to be able to take him up to the podium every time he got one
#f1 one shot#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#formula 1 imagine#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz jr x reader#carlos sainz jr imagine#carlos sainz headcanons#dad! daniel ricciardo#daniel ricciardo fluff#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel riccardo one shot#daniel ricciardo x you
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c'mon carlos, in a minute mi vida.
get in the water i'm just soaking up
with me: the view:
#the view in question is his muppet#in case it wasn't clear#they're together your honor#source: trust me bro#pic credits; pinterest and instagram#carlando#carlando prompt#carlos sainz jr#lando norris#formula 1#i'm a big fan of the headcanon that carlos calls lando ❛ mi vida ❜ after they start dating officially#the hard launch is nearing dw pals <33#stella's textposts
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Dont' know about you but my headcanon(calling it headcanon for now) for this pic is that they were both checking their schedule for this week to plan something to do together and Fred came there to have a cheeky toast with his beer. Lando was heading out with his backpack, we know that he's already in Japan, while Carlos was still there celebrating with the team and we know he went out last night so, yeah.
Cellphones in their hands, checking schedules, planning things...I'm so normal about them.
edit: I was so focused on the foreground that I didn't even noticed Adam! @the-toasted-teacake you're so right 😭❤️
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𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫
pairing - carlos sainz jr x fem!reader
warnings - none :)
author’s note - i started this like three months ago and completely forgot about it oops. but since it’s his birthday, i finally got some motivation to finish it :)
and ty to my girls anj and cece for some help on a few of the letters <3
a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
i don’t think he’d be super affectionate in public. but when you’re at home and have some privacy, carlos is very affectionate.
b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)
you’d be best friends before you started dating. and carlos would be the best bff ever!!
very chill and would just wanna hang out with you all the time. lots of movie nights where inside jokes are created, and so much alcohol and gossiping for sure.
c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
loveeees them. he especially loves laying his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.
d = domestic (do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
for sure wants to settle down with you. at the right time though, he’s not going to rush it.
he loves to cook for you. he definitely prefers eating in rather than going out. he’ll surprise you with new recipes all the time. and he seems like he’s very organized and clean so he always keeps your place tidy.
e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, why would they do it?)
his family is really important to him so if they don’t like you, this could be something that causes him to break up with you.
and also with his job, distance would also be a big reason why he’d end things.
f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
big yes to commitment. like i said before, he’s not rushing anything and would wait til the right time. he’d want to focus on his career first.
g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
he’s very gentle with you both emotionally and physically. emotionally, he’s just so soft with you all the time. and physically, there’s gonna be lots of gentle touches, soft kisses, and holding your hand for sure.
h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)
loves them. especially hugs from behind!! he’ll just come up to you, wrap his arms around you then rest his head on your shoulder. his hugs are literally the biggest bear hugs. and he hugs you all the time too!!
i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)
he would be the one who says it first. he’d wait until the right time and when he knows that’s how he really feels about you.
j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
whenever he gets jealous from seeing a guy at the club flirting with you, he wouldn’t speak up.
no, he’d rather show him that you’re not available. he’d just come up to you, wrap his arm around your waist before pulling you in for a heated kiss.
and every time, when you break away from the kiss, he just has a huge smirk on his face when he sees that the guy had left.
k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)
his lips were made for kissing. and his kisses are the best. he loves kissing you everywhere. and he really likes using his kisses to tease you too.
his favorite place to receive kisses from you is always his lips. he loves the way you lightly bite down on them and tug his lip back a little when you pull away.
l = little ones (how are they around children?)
he’s great with kids and kids love him.
i could see him wanting a big family too, maybe 3 or 4 kids.
m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)
lazy mornings during a no race weekend are his favorites. he gets to sleep in and wake up to his favorite person in the entire world.
he would always wake up before you though. most days he’ll just cuddle with you until you wake up. but some days he’ll get out of bed and go make some breakfast to surprise you with in bed.
n = night (how are nights spent with them?)
just as cuddly as your mornings are. seriously, this man loves cuddling with you. lots of cuddles and soft kisses on the couch while a movie plays as background noise.
o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
he wouldn’t start opening up about any deep things until later on in the relationship. and he would start telling you these things slowly, not wanting to scare you off by dumping everything on you at once.
p = patience (how easily angered are they?)
he’s sooo patient and it’d take a lot to really get him angry. it’d have to be something super serious to get him that angry.
q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
maybe not every little detail but he remembers the important things like your anniversary, birthday, and some of your favorite things.
r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
if you asked him to choose just one favorite memory from your relationship, he wouldn’t be able to. he cherishes each and every second that you’ve shared together.
but if he really had to choose, it’d be the day you first met. you had met at the dog park when his dog ran over and nearly tackled you onto the ground.
carlos apologized for piñon’s behavior and helped you back up before he tried to get going again. but piñon was sat right by your feet and he wouldn’t leave.
so while his dog was being stubborn for whatever reason, carlos began talking to you. the two of you got so into your conversation that neither of you even realized that piñon had run off to go play again.
he ended up asking you out on a date after that conversation. and the two of you always talked about how piñon was what brought you together.
s = security (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)
he’s protective of you but not in a crazy way or anything. he knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself.
if you’re at a party or a club, he’ll keep you by his side with his arm around your waist or your hand in his the entire night.
t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
he puts sooo much effort into planning all your dates. carlos would like having more lowkey dates with you but he always makes sure that they’re the best date you’ve ever gone on.
and he loves spoiling you too. he always gets you little gifts that remind him of you. most of the time they’re not even crazy expensive gifts either. just random things he saw in a shop that instantly made him think of you.
u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
a big bad habit of his would be that he hides his feelings from you sometimes. he could be angry with you but he wouldn’t talk to you about how he’s feeling.
v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
he’s not very concerned with how he looks. he doesn’t mind the sloppy look and honestly, he pulls it off really well.
w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)
of course!! he’s not clingy and needs to have you by his side at all times or anything like that but he definitely feels a bit incomplete when you’re not together.
x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)
cooking for you is something that carlos loves to do. he would learn all your favorite recipes and even find new ones for the two of you to try.
and he especially loves cooking together. most of the time he ends up taking over everything though.
and almost every time, it’d end with a little food fight. if you’re cooking something with flour, he’d always swipe a little bit onto your cheek which leads to you throwing some on his hair. and before long, the two of you are chasing each other around the kitchen, covered in flour.
y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
he wouldn’t like someone who’s not a family person. his family is really important to him so he’d want to be with someone who felt the same way.
z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)
he always needs to be holding you in his arms when he’s asleep. and when he needs to turn onto his other side? he’ll just pick you up and turn around with you.
he also seems like he would fall asleep in the weirdest positions. ones that don’t look comfortable at all and have you wondering how the hell he’s able to sleep like that.
#cs#carlos sainz headcanon#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz jr x reader#f1 headcannon#f1 x reader#diorleclerc writes
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I’m insane I can’t sleep I need to write this
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At first, it was nice to see two men with such a strong friendship. Carlos and Lando always managed to wade through the crowds to find one another, bumping fists before reclining against the nearest surface they could find and catching up. They were obviously still close despite no longer being teammates. That was sweet.
Then, Guanyu actually started hanging out with them now and again, and he felt…an odd tension. Between them. Initially, he wondered if it was competition. And sometimes it was. Most of the time though, it was how intensely Carlos looked at Lando. The way Lando licked his lips so slightly when he spoke to Carlos. How neither of them would stop smiling. How sometimes Carlos would talk over Charles just because he wanted to continue a conversation with Lando. How Lando would close the distance between himself and Carlos as the conversation progressed, even though they were, were, standing in a circle with other drivers.
Weird. But hey, who was Guanyu to judge? They were apparently super close. Good for them.
Still, he couldn’t help but think - what if…?
Nah.
But still.
So he kept an eye on them. From a distance. Maybe up close if he ended up organically standing near them. They were good enough at inviting people into the fold; it was just that when people were there, they would kind of…ignore them? It wasn’t purposeful. It was just…well, kind of like they were in a world of their own. Like in the Miami opening party; doing nothing together and somehow making it seem like it was more important than whatever the hell everyone else was doing.
And so Guanyu found that he could not ignore a possible conclusion. But no. He needed more data.
And then that conversation happened.
“You’re weird,” Carlos had said, his voice exasperated, but his eyes…total affection. Adoration. And Guanyu had noticed that while Lando was gesticulating, Carlos had kept his hands close to himself. Pressed against his body. As though he was restraining himself. From what?
From touching Lando. It had to be.
“You’re weird,” Carlos had breathed, and Lando’s face went smug.
“Yeah?”
“So weird,” Carlos said, and the smile spread across his face even as he shook his head. The camera turned away, the personnel filtered out, and it was just Carlos, Lando, and…well, Guanyu. Whom they had forgotten. Evidently. Because then, Lando said, and he didn’t say it so much as fucking purr it (who does that?):
“And you don’t like that about me?”
Carlos exhaled shakily and said, “You don’t want me to answer that question.”
“What if I do?”
Guanyu felt the overwhelming urge to leave. But he was also fascinated. And anyway, it would be super awkward to leave at that point.
“Then I would say that I love how weird you are.”
Lando smirked and walked closer to Carlos. “Yeah?”
Carlos stood suddenly and grabbed Lando by the arms. “Yeah,” he said, and he added, “You drive me crazy.”
“How crazy?”
Carlos stared at him and sat back down. “I will not answer that,” he said firmly, and Lando almost looked disappointed.
He pouted (what the fuck?) and said, “Boring. Anyway. I said I’d go say hi to Charlotte. Wanna come?”
The look in Carlos’ eyes dissipated. He grinned and stood up eagerly, and they walked off like nothing had happened even though something clearly had.
What the fuck.
And they had forgotten Guanyu entirely.
Later, stuck in his thoughts, Guanyu nearly bumped into Valtteri.
“Careful,” Val said, in his gentle, casual way. He held up his little paper espresso cup. “This is so strong it might not come off if I spill it on you.”
“Valtteri,” Guanyu said, “are Carlos and Lando…?”
“Ah,” Valtteri grinned, “so you have been initiated. What was it? Eyes? Hands? Dinner plans? Carlos fixed Lando’s mood? Lando made Carlos break a rib laughing?”
Guanyu stared at him. Then, dumbly, he said, “They. Touched. Lando asked how crazy he drove Carlos.”
Valtteri looked impressed. “Wow. They are getting confident.”
“…does that mean they are…or…?”
“Who knows,” Val said, shrugging. He took a sip of his coffee. Then he chuckled and said, “Probably, they are. Most likely.”
Guanyu kept staring. Then Valtteri smiled a little at him, poked him in the chest with his coffee cup, and said, “Be cool about it.”
Since apparently Carlos and Lando weren’t going to be.
#hibi writes#carlando headcanons#carlando#Guanyu Zhou#Valtteri Bottas#carlos sainz jr#lando norris#f1 fic
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him having a drink in that first pic, at the dj booth, makes me think carlos is there partly to support his hubby and translate where necessary, but also to provide a steady flow of drinks to lando, alcoholic or not ❤️🧡
Yes! Also being sure he drinks enough water and snacks something.
This also made me think about Caco’s wedding reception. I’m imagining like a Taste Test Spanish Wedding Food. Carlos telling Lando the names of each dish, making Lando saying them out loud. Ah, and of course Carlos feeding him some gildas 😊
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deal - cl16 (8/?)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.
Chapter Summary: It's always nice meeting new people. Especially British ones.
Warnings: fluff, flirting, one swear word, social media aspect
Word Count: 3.3k
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A/N: this chapter is for everyone who send me kind words when I was feeling down. even tho I don't answer every single message, I read everything you send me. I love you.
You look desperately at the piece of paper in your hand.
You have the chicken breast, the avocado and the kale and garlic. According to the signs in the shop, two aisles down are the jars of sun-dried tomatoes that you also need. But where the heck are the sesame seeds and chilli flakes?
You rub your forehead with the back of your hand.
For twenty minutes you have been walking through the supermarket, which is so much bigger than the one around the corner from you. Ten minutes ago you put the chicken in the shopping basket, which is hanging down on your elbow. And since then you have been wandering the aisles with little success, trying to find the rest that Charles scribbled on the piece of paper.
When you left the bedroom this morning, your roommate had already disappeared. He had stowed his sleeping things in the wardrobe and tidied up the living room. Even the dishes had disappeared from the sink. Apparently he got up very early.
After drinking a glass of orange juice, you found the note on the kitchen table that Charles had left there.
"Bonjour,
Je suis à la salle de sport ce matin. I'm at the gym this morning.
Pourriez-vous acheter ces choses pour le déjeuner ? Could you please buy these things for lunch?
Merci, mon ami.
Charles
PS.: Mes amis et moi sortons ce soir et j'aimerais que tu viennes avec moi. My friends and I are going out tonight and I would like you to come along".
Next to it was another piece of paper with the shopping list for the bowl his nutritionist had picked out for him. Judging by the ingredients, Charles has good taste and for a moment you had considered buying a double portion - one for him and one for you - but the toast lying in your kitchen is about to go bad and you are reluctant to throw it away. Besides, no food in the world can beat a good sandwich.
But reading the list, you also realise that the small supermarket around the corner would not be enough to get everything.
The employee you asked a few minutes ago gave you a rough direction where you could find the sesame seeds, but he disappeared so quickly that you couldn't follow up. And since then you've been standing in a corridor that looks like you might find them here. But you've read through every label on every shelf, and although your French has improved - and you have a translator app on your phone - none of them sounded remotely like sesame or seeds.
"A pretty lady wasn't on my shopping list today, but I can be spontaneous," you hear someone with a British accent say behind you.
As you turn around, a young man is standing in front of you. He is a little taller than you and wears a black hoodie with his hands in his pockets and a black cap on his head. Although it is winter, his skin is tanned, and as he grins broadly, you see a small gap between his white front teeth.
You hesitate for a moment, trying to gauge whether he is really serious, and glance briefly at your shopping list before turning to face him fully. "An overeager man is not on mine either. And unfortunately, since I have to stick to my budget, I can't be quite as spontaneous."
His grin widens even more. "So the pick-up line was that lousy?"
His smile is so honest and friendly it's infectious. "Terrible."
The young man presses his tongue into his cheek before pulling his hand out of his jumper pocket to hold it out to you. "Lando. Nice to meet you."
As you place your hand in his, you feel the warmth of his skin. "Y/N."
Before you can respond, Lando snatches the piece of paper in your hand. His eyes flicker over the ingredients on it and then over the contents of your shopping basket. "You've been standing here for ten minutes. Do you need any help?"
You narrow your eyes and try to reach for the list in his big hands, but he is quicker. He pulls his hand away. "Have you been watching me? See if the note says stalker."
He pretends to go through the ingredients again, but his gaze lingers on you again after a few moments. "Stalker it doesn't say, but helpful stranger it does." He holds the note up to your nose. "Right under chicken breast. See. Right there. In invisible ink."
You push your lower lip forward and consider whether you should accept his help. The only thing against it is the fact that you can usually help yourself. But since he has already noticed how helplessly you search for the missing groceries, the argument is not exactly convincing.
"Alright." You extend your arm and wave it in a semicircle in front of you. "Show me the way."
Lando leads the way as you follow him through the shop. Despite his jumper, you can see that his cross is relatively wide. Not as wide as Charles, but still enough to be noticeable.
"You don't seem to be from around here, do you?" asks Lando as you walk past the cheese shelf. He looks down at you.
"I've actually lived here for months, but I've never been to this supermarket," you admit, shrugging. "The stuff on the list isn't for me, it's for my roommate. I'm not much of a bowl fan."
The helpful stranger stops abruptly in front of a shelf, causing you to bump lightly into him. You can still feel the hard muscles through the many layers of clothing. "What are you more into?" When you look at him with a raised eyebrow, he rolls his eyes. "Food-wise, I mean."
"Culinarily, I'm afraid I've stayed at McDonalds level. Or frozen pizza." As Lando grins, you lightly punch his arm. "I know, I know. Like a kid."
He reaches out and takes a packet from the shelf, and as he puts it in the basket, you see that it's sesame seeds. He then takes the basket from your hand. "So I don't need to take you to a super fancy, expensive restaurant? You'd be happy with take-out as well?" He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow.
Apparently he can't help it. But you find his boyish charm not annoying, rather amusing.
You raise your hand and poke your index finger against his chest. "You could buy me a can of soup, too, and I'd be blown away."
Lando is too surprised to retort, so he lowers his eyes to the list in his hand. You can still see the blush that comes to his face. He clears his throat. "Chilli flakes should be here somewhere too. Ah, there. Right behind you." He leans forward a little and reaches past you. As you inhale, you can smell his perfume.
"Thanks for your help, Lando," you say as you stand together at the checkout a little later, putting your purchase into a bag. "I don't know what I would have done without you." Your smile is genuine and you're glad he returns it. If it hadn't been for him, you'd almost certainly still be standing here tomorrow looking for the ingredients.
"I'm glad I could help." As you take your groceries from him, he shoulders the bag and shakes his head. "Would it be weird if I asked you if I could walk you home?"
"It would." You've both known each other for a few minutes and for sure it's unwise for a young stranger to find out where you live. Yet something about him makes you trust him. As Lando's mouth curls into a thin line, you smile kindly at him. "But weird is okay."
His expression brightens instantly. "Great. Show me the way. I'll follow you."
The walk home takes thirty minutes, but it feels much shorter with Lando by your side. He's two years older than you and incredibly funny, which is why your stomach starts to hurt from laughing at some point. He talks about what it was like growing up in England and that although he has his permanent home here in Monaco, he still works there.
"So you're always flying back and forth? Isn't that very tiring?" you ask him. The house where your home is located comes into your field of vision. In a moment you are about to say goodbye and somehow you have a feeling that he would make an attempt to ask for your number.
"It's very exhausting," he confesses, but shrugs. "But you know yourself what it's like to live here. Monaco is beautiful and I love it. Besides, many of my friends live here. It's definitely worth the stress for me."
You stop at the front door and Lando's smile disappears from his face as he realises that your time - for now - is up. He hands you your groceries, which he's been carrying for you like a gentleman for the last half hour.
"Thank you. For your help and the nice company," you thank him and fish the front door key out of your pocket.
Lando puts his hands back in the pockets of his jumper, undecided whether to hug you goodbye or not. "I have to thank you." He pulls his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. "Can I see you again? Maybe for dinner? I'll get your favourite can of soup too," he grins and you have to laugh out loud.
"I'd love to," you reply. Why green eyes and dimples suddenly flash in the back of your mind, you don't know.
"Great. Do you have Instagram?" he asks and you look at him, confused. He raises a hand and scratches the back of his neck nervously with it. "I'd ask for your number, but I don't think you're someone who gives out their number to helpful strangers just because they're friendly."
You turn your head and point to the front door. "Well, you already know where I live, after all. And yet you ask for my Instagram?"
He licks his lips once with his tongue. "I didn't mean to be too forward."
You look down at your shopping bag, then back up at him. "You? Forward? No way."
You tell him your Instagram name and he saves it before you say goodbye with a hug that, in retrospect, you might find a little too brief. But Lando doesn't seem to want to cross any lines, which is why he only puts one arm around you to pull you close for a moment, not pressing you tightly against him but leaving some space between you.
"I'll get back to you," he says as you put the key in the door lock and turn it. "Promise."
When you enter the apartment minutes later, Charles is sitting on the couch, staring at his laptop, which is on the coffee table in front of him. You feel his gaze on you as you close the door behind you and slip off your shoes.
"Bonjour, Y/N." He gets up and follows you into the kitchen, where you take the groceries out of the bag and place them on the countertop. "Thank you for shopping. Did you sleep well?"
You did indeed. Whether it was the wine or the fact that you really enjoyed your evening with him, you don't know. When you woke up this morning and found that Charles had already left, you had been a little too relieved. The thoughts you harboured towards him last night make you feel guilty, so you decide to repress them and forget about them.
Everything that happened last night was purely amicable, which his "mon ami" on the note also confirms. Secretly, you are glad that he sees it that way too. If he were to give you signs of being interested, you would have to think seriously about the whole situation. And you don't want that.
You're happy living with Charles. And even though you've only known each other for two days, you're sure he's a better friend than anyone else has ever been. No one in your old group of friends had ever been so friendly, so helpful, so caring.
If that's how friends behave, then you never really had any.
"Well," you answer him. "I'm still alive, although I didn't lock the door yesterday. That certainly lets me sleep well."
Charles smiles and reaches for the chicken breast, which he rinses and seasons as you put a pan of oil on the hob. "Or maybe I just want you to feel safe. And someday, when you're not expecting it, I'll catch you," he jokes.
"And that's exactly why I was serious about my offer last night," you return, watching as he puts the chicken into the hot oil. You hear it hiss and bubble. "That you can sleep in bed tonight. I don't mind. After all, it's your bed. And it's only fair that you use it."
Charles turns the chicken in the pan and looks at you. "And you're not just doing this so I won't murder you while you sleep?" His grin widens.
"That, my friend, is a nice side effect."
While the chicken sizzles away, you prepare the avocado and Charles the kale. "It's all right, Y/N. It's only been the second night on the couch. And I promise you nothing will happen that would make you lock the door."
"But last night you -"
"Last night the wine was talking out of me when I sent you the picture," he interrupts. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." His smile is gentle. "That's what we agreed and that's what we'll stick to."
"That we agreed, I know," you confirm, digging a bowl out of the cupboard. Charles fills it with the ingredients and finally puts the roasted chicken on top. You turn off the hob. "But I don't think we have to stick rigidly to that rule for this," you point to the space between you, "to work. We're friends, not strangers. And as your friend, I can't have you breaking your back."
You see Charles swallow before turning away and picking up the bowl. Apparently he doesn't know what to say in response, because he changes the subject as you sit down on the couch together. "So, are you coming tonight? We were going out for dinner and then to a club. You don't have to come if you don't want to, of course, but I'd love to introduce you to my friends. We're a cool group and I think you'd fit in quite well." He spears a piece of avocado with his fork. "Besides, maybe I can take your mind off your asshole of an ex-boyfriend that way."
That's right. There was something.
You haven't had to think about him since last night. About him calling you all the time and spoiling your mood. That he cheated on you a while back and broke your heart.
Charles managed, with just a film and his company, to make you forget the pain and anger. In his presence you felt comfortable, warm, which was perhaps also a little due to the wine. And as you thought back over the evening, a feeling spread through you that you could not describe.
The only word you can think of to describe this feeling is Charles.
"I didn't mean to remind you," your roommate says softly when you don't answer him. His eyes are fixed on his food. "Sorry."
You shake your head, more to let him know that your thoughts are not about your ex-boyfriend, but about Charles's kindness and care, but apparently he takes it as accepting the apology. He exhales in relief.
"So? Are you coming with me later? With my friends and me?", Charles asks again.
Isn't it too early to meet his friends? You two haven't known each other for very long either. But after all, you would be there as his roommate slash friend, not as his girlfriend. So for him, there's no reason why you shouldn't be there. So there is none for you either.
"Do I need to wear anything nice? My wardrobe isn't exactly the most elegant," you confess, pointing to the oversized jumper hanging from your shoulders and the black leggings down your legs.
Charles' gaze moves from your face, across your torso, down further to the tops of your feet, which are inches away from his. "It doesn't matter what you wear. You look beautiful in anything."
You hope he doesn't notice how hard you have to swallow the lump in your throat. "Then I'll come with you."
Satisfied, Charles puts a piece of chicken in his mouth and chews on it. As his cell phone vibrates on the table in front of you, he stiffens a little.
From your position you can see that an unknown number is calling him. And you can well understand his reaction to it. You definitely wouldn't answer a call either if you didn't know who it was from. A short time later the phone is silent again and the screen goes black again. Charles visibly relaxes.
"I think calls from unknown numbers are totally nerve-wracking," you try to lighten the situation a little. "There was a time when I let the phone keep ringing, but now I just press unknown callers away."
Charles looks to you. "Would you press my call away?"
You draw your eyebrows together. "Well, since I don't have your number, I probably would."
Your roommate presses his tongue into his cheek. "Then it would be better if I gave it to you, no?"
Without a word, you hand him your unlocked phone - which looks really puny in his big hands - so he can punch in his number before calling himself. As he hands it back to you, he picks up his own phone to put your number in, deleting the unknown call.
"Give me your Instagram, please."
You look at him uncertainly, but give him your name. "Do you need anything else? My credit card number? Birth certificate? National insurance number?"
"No, you dickhead." He taps away on his phone and a moment later a notification pops up on your screen.
bawsixteen started following you
You open the app and click on his account and on the "Follow" button and a few moments later his entire profile is visible to you. He hasn't posted many pictures, some you recognise from Jori's place, but one in particular catches your eye.
"So, tonight we're going out for dinner. Around eight, so we have to leave around around quarter to." Charles puts the empty bowl on the table and turns to you. "I have to leave in a few minutes. Will you be okay on your own until then? I don't think I'll be gone too long."
You wonder if he's going to the woman he spoke to on the phone yesterday. "I'm an adult, Charles. I'll be fine," you smile. "Maybe by then I'll find a nice potato sack to wear later."
Charles laughs, gets up and goes into the kitchen to wash the bowl. "If you can find a second one that might fit me, bring it along. Then we could go in matching clothes. That would be something." You hear him turn on the tap at the sink. "Well, if you find one, you can call me."
"As long as you promise to answer." You turn and lean your arm over the back of the couch to watch him. His back muscles stand out under his shirt and you can see them moving.
Charles looks over his shoulder at you and smiles. "Deal."
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𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐂.𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 𝐉𝐑
SUMMARY ! in which Carlos loves his wife to the brim, when she gets a new body wash she didn't expect for him to become feral.
WARNINGS ! sexual intentions, seducing, female receiving, pussy drunk, face riding!
A lady should always or will at some time of their lives will experience self care, that means buying things that can help your body restart itself.
Lana smiled seeing it was a good time for her self care time since it landed on her anniversary. Carlos for the past 4 years of their marriage has given her so many things, and it was finally her time to give him something in return.
So the week before their anniversary she went shopping for everything, things to shave, things to make her smell good for the day, plus a special little outfit for the time.
What made her panic was that before she had time to do everything, Carlos had told her that they were going to Paris for their 5th year of being married. She quickly packed her essential bags and decided to do everything there.
She will admit it was hard, but she was able to pull it off. Though Carlos caught on a bit, since he knew her so well. "Amor, did you shave your legs?" He whispered as he slowly but surely felt her legs wrap themselves around him. "why are you asking?" Lana was already halfway asleep when he asked.
"They are soft and smooth, crazy smooth." Carlos had tugged her more into him, making her smile. "I felt like shaving these bad girls." Lana snickered, resting her head in his chest as he hummed and left it at that.
They went to have dinner the next day, Carlos gifting her a large bouquet of roses and a new necklace. She had went to go shower first using all of those product to good use, her friend Carmen had gifted her a body wash, putting in a good word for it.
The moment she popped the the lid open, a strong aroma of honey came out, making her oozy. With no complaint, she scrubbed the alluring scent onto her body, making her smile.
The moment Carlos went to go shower her plan was green, she placed her lacy black lingerie on her body, her smooth legs would be Carlos defeat.
The leftover scent in the bathroom did the rest of the work for her, it made Carlos feel oozy and drowsy. "Amor, ¿qué huele tan bien?" [love, what smells so good?] Carlos dried his hair with the leftover towel that was once on his hips.
"yo, tu esposa cariñosa." [me, your caring wife] Lana wrapped her arms around his body, her nails scratching his back, sending him a shiver. Carlos let the towel drop to the floor, his brown eyes wandered to the woman underneath him.
He was in awe, Lana was absolute drop dead gorgeous. His large palms dragged themselves up her body, realizing the image in front of him was real. “que es esto hermosa?” [what's this beautiful?] He smiled, twirling her hair.
"Tu regalo." [your present.] Lana smiled, dragging him to his bed. Carlos moaned slight, feeling her body crawl on top of him, his large palms going up her smooth thighs. "para mi?"[for me?] He smiled, looking at her as if she was a full course meal.
"para ti mi rey." [for you my king] Lana kissed his brown sugary skin, peppering kisses on his neck. That's when it hit Carlos, the scent in the bedroom was strongly on her skin. It made his oozy feeling come back.
Kisses were exchange, ones that gave passion and sexual tension, but the more that scent made it way into Carlos nose the more everything became blurry around him. His kisses became sloppy, his breath got shorter.
He was gasping as he flipped Lana onto the bed, feeling his dick become harder than ever. "Eres tan hermosa.."[You're so beautiful] Carlos whispers in between kisses, feeling his wife moan in his mouth. "I love seeing you wear these type of clothes."
"Carlos..." Lana breathe out, her voice barely above a whisper. She were a flustered mess. It was her idea to please Carlos as her gift, he loved it when she did these things to him, but he was slower and out of it this time. As if he was drunk.
She immediately wanted more. "your fine with this?" He bit his lips trying to hold in his needy noises. Lana nod her head before telling him yes and this is all Carlos needs before he's back to kissing her, this time the kisses aren't as gentle as the first ones.
They were sloppy, both of them acting as if it would be their last kiss.
Carlos was quick to throw everything on her body off, her breast on full display on for him, her needy feelings making her back arch when the cold air hit her nipples.
She watch Carlos's facial expression, suddenly loving her nude in front of her, it was always on his face when they had a chance. He was starving for her, and he wanted to eat her up quickly.
"jodidamente bonita"[fucking pretty] he says and suddenly her body shivers in pleasure. He always was good at saying the right things.
Carlos kissed her lips once again, but this time he makes his way down her body kissing and licking her neck and collarbones before reaching her chest. Lana moans when he licks and sucks on her left nipple while softly squeezing the other one. Carlos repeats his actions with the other one and she were already such a moaning mess for him.
He grins softly up at her before continuing to kiss down your body again until he's finally down there and her breathing hitches in her throat when he places a soft kiss on your clit. "wet as always." he says, his words making her blush red.
When his talkative tongue landed on her clit, she immediately felt pleasure shoot right up her. Her hips buck off of the bed whenever his mouth sucked her, he softly pushes her thighs back on to the bed and holds them in place.
Lana can barely think straight as Carlos sucks and licks her clit before he enters two of his fingers slowly inside of her. That's when it hits him, the aroma hitting his nostrils strong. Sweet honey, making his licking become faster.
The vibrations sent shocks through her body, and she knew she were already close. "I'm going to cum." Lana manages to get out. He quickened his pace on you, his finger—
entering her faster and his tongue quickening at a godly speed. Her grip in his hair tightens and she see stars as her orgasm quickly approaches. Carlos licks her mess up making her legs shake at the sensitivity.
She lets go of his hair, his head laying right next to her thighs, Lana lays there catching her breath as Carlos climbs back up to her, kissing her softly before pulling her up.
"Car—Carlos.." She splutter. "More, please." He spat out, flipping her above him, it was his turn to lay down. "What?" Lana was still catching her breath. "Ride my face." She moans out, like his words were sensitive.
"Please baby, just this once." Carlos begged, pulling her thighs that were wrapped in the tinted fabric. Lana was looking down on him, his breath was short, and he looked angelic.
Thankful the two had a rented out home here, or she would be waking up the whole neighborhood. "please.." His desperate voice pushed her over the edge, making her legs drenched again.
"okay.." Lana whispered out, she took off her stocking, her bare smooth legs going between his head, her wet cunt on display for his eyes only. Lana could only wish she had her camera on her, she would love to take a picture on how his jaw flexed when he licked her good.
His tongue was in and out of her, both of them whimpering and moaning. Carlos can't keep his eyes off of Lana, she were a panting, beautiful mess and he was struggling not to cum right in his shorts at the sight of her.
Carlos kisses her cunt hard, his tongue sliding roughly between her pink folds as his tongue thrust continue the same quick pace. He was everywhere all at once and she felt like she would combust.
Carlos slides his hand down and up her thighs before his hands starts making circular motions on her clit. Lana's second orgasm already approaching fast.
"I'm close again," she tell him holding the frame of the bed tightly, but he already knew. He could feel her clenching, her cunt hard trying not to release as quick, so he continued.
His fingers move faster on her clit and she's back to moaning his name again. It sounded like pure heaven to Carlos.
"Cum on me, baby." Carlos groans. Lana squeezed her legs tightly around him, his strong arms wrapping around her legs, holding her down. Carlos starts to thrust his tongue in her again, feeling her tremble around him.
"Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Lana managed out, her voice barely audible as her orgasm hits her. Without realizing, her hands digs his head deeper.
The feeling of her cumming and digging his head in her was too much for Carlos, he immediately cums in his boxers, moaning strongly in her after he released.
Carlos gives her cunt one last kiss before he gasp for air, his mouth, chin and lips glazed with her juices. Sitting on his dick didn't help his behavior. Lana gasped, leaning back on her bed.
Carlos looked down on her with nothing but love and lust, she wasn't going to be getting out of this soon.
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SIMPTEXTS ★ HEADCANON
pairing: f1 grid x partner!reader (no pronouns specified)
summary: texts some f1 drivers would send you as your s/o.
note: headcanons are my new favorite thing… send prompts to do more with the f1 grid lol.
★ CARLOS SAINZ (55) — he would definitely give some dorky remark, like the most silly, horny, direct remark after saying something cute:
★ DANIEL RICCIARDO (3) — we all know danny would be that hype and obsessed boyfriend, so he would NEVER miss a morning or night text:
★ MICK SCHUMACHER (47) — his texts are the cutest ( sometimes naughtiest but shhh ) ever. he loves sending pics, he would send you some of what he is doing or where he is, sometimes of things that remind him of you:
★ LEWIS HAMILTON (44) — we all know lewis is wild (like his comments are out of this world) so he would be cute and 100% teasing + horny:
★ CHARLES LECERC (16) — he is SHY… and wants to make you happy. he doesn’t have the best way with words, but he would remind you how much you mean to him, how grateful he is for (1) your heart choosing him and for (2) his heart choosing you, and finally, he always reminds you he loves to see you happy:
★ PIERRE GASLY (10) — i know for a fact you guys love jealous!pierre, and while he wouldn’t be intoxicatingly possessive, he would say things about how you are his and how he is yours and how he wants to remind that to everyone:
★ YUKI TSUNODA (22) — his love language is food, he loves cooking for you and with you, he loves having you around while he cooks. he would text in the middle of the day —very spontaneous— asking if you want to get/make food. yuki has a strong “i’m here open up” vibe:
★ MAX VERSTAPPEN (1 / 33) — max texts you ALL the time. he texts you while at work, on meetings, flights, in the bathroom, not in the bathroom, before races, after races, once during a race, when you are not with him, when you are with him, and especially… when he is drunk and starts saying the funniest things:
★ LANDO NORRIS (4) — he is the most lovesick brat. he complains about how it started raining when you were wearing an outfit that goes with sunny days, he goes full crazy mode when someone treats you poorly (not even bad, they just don’t meet his standards — which are high), and he is also a little brat with you… all jokes of course, tho sometimes he means the silliest things:
★ ALEX ALBON (23) — he is the cutest…. and a simp. cute and simpy. he would just remind you how awesome, beautiful, funny, intelligent, interesting, talented, and badass you are, he loves you and loves to show how crazy you make him:
★ GEORGE RUSSELL (63) — he literally texts facts, does recaps, and even powerpoint presentations about you. he loves to show off how much he knows about you, how much he observes, and what he learns:
★ SEBASTIAN VETTEL (5) — the quality of his ‘i love you but in other words’ + ‘feel good’ texts is top tier. seb would remind you how valuable, lovable, and unique you are. you don’t even have to ask, he always knows what to say and how to say it:
( two because no one does it like him )
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