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the honorary WAG - cl16

summary: yn has always been known as 'the honorary wag', since she's kika's best friend and adored by all the other wags, but what happens when the girls want her to become an official wag? a bet to get her and charles together before kika and pierre's wedding sounds like a plan.

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folkie radio: i saw that video of alex and charles dancing at a wedding and i felt like i NEEDED to write something that involved charles and weddings, this was the result ! i really hope you like it (if you do please leave a reblog)

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pierregasly Last night I proposed to the love of my life and she said yes. @/francisca.cgomes I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, I love you ❤️

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username1 OMFG

username2 NO WAAAAYYYYYYY

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↳ username1 AHHH THE WAGS NEED TO BE BRIDESMAIDS

alex_albon Amazing news ❤️ ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc Wow I can’t believe my childhood best friend is getting married, you both deserve all the happiness in the world and I’m so happy for you ❤️ ♥︎ by author

↳ username2 CRYING AGAIN

↳ username3 he needs to be the best man idc

username3 this wedding is going to be out of this world

francisca.cgomes IM STILL OVER THE MOON. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ♥︎ by author

↳ username5 KIKA IS GOING TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRIDE EVER

landonorris YOO I CANT WAIT FOR THIS PARTY ♥︎ by author, francisca.cgomes, yourinstagram, lewishamilton, iamrebeccad, oscarpiastri

↳ username1 LANDOOOO PLEASE

↳ username2 and i can’t wait to see him absolutely wasted

yourinstagram MY BEST FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED 🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM CRYING AGAIN ♥︎ by author, francisca.cgomes

↳ username3 yn and kika are the it girls

↳ username4 she’s probably going to be the maid of honor im crying over people who don’t know me

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yourinstagram MY BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD IS GETTING MARRIED 🥺 im so happy for you both @/francisca.cgomes @/pierregasly (even if that means that you finally stole her from me) let the wedding planning begin 🕺

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username1 congrats kika and pierre !!

username2 it girls ❤️‍🔥

carmenmmundt This wedding will be the best thing ever ♥︎ by author, francisca.cgomes, lilyzneimer, lilymhe, iamrebeccad

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↳ username3 i love that yn is not a wag but she’s loved among the wags anyway

username4 oh to be a guest at this wedding

landonorris Can I be a bridesmaid too?

↳ pierregasly No

↳ francisca.cgomes No

↳ username1 HEEEELP poor little lando norris 😭

francisca.cgomes I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SISSY 🥺 you’ll always be my wifey even if i’m married to someone else ♥︎ by author

↳ pierregasly That hurt

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womenofthepaddock Kika Gomes (soon to be Mrs. Gasly), Carmen Montero (Spain’s national treasure) and YN (the honorary WAG) have arrived to the Paddock #SpainGP

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username1 SLAYYY

username2 they’re all so stunning omg

username3 oh to be one of them

username4 i love how yn is really the honorary wag

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↳ username2 ALL THE WAGS LIKING THIS COMMENT 😭

username5 i NEED yn’s outfit

username6 get yourself a bestfriend like kika gomes who takes you to formula one races

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📍BARCELONA, SPAIN.

Every time you agreed to join Kika for her boyfriend's (and now, fiancé) races, the same question came to your mind: "Why is the paddock so confusing?"

You were currently trying to make your way back to Alpine hospitality, where you're supposed to watch the race from, but you kept getting lost. The maze of motorhomes, garages, and bustling activity was overwhelming. The constant hum of mechanics working, team members rushing around, and fans hoping for a glimpse of their favorite driver made it all more chaotic.

"YN, hey!" you heard a voice call out for you, turning around, you saw Rebecca and Carlos walking your way.

"Hey guys," you greeted them with a small hug once they approached you.

"Got lost again?" Carlos asked, and you remembered the time he found you in the same situation a couple of years ago.

"Yeah, this place is like a labyrinth. I have no idea how you guys navigate it so easily."

"Years of practice," Carlos chuckled, "Come on, We'll walk you to Alpine. It's not too far from here."

"Wait," Rebecca said before you could even start walking, "Why don't you come to Ferrari with us a bit, I'm sure Kika and Pierre won't mind."

Your eyebrows immediately raised at Rebecca's suggestion, noticing the teasing smirk on her face. She wanted to carry on with her (and the girl's) plan of making you like Charles.

Charles Leclerc, loved by millions, but you weren't quite one of them.

It's not that you actively disliked him, but there was something about him that didn't sit right with you.

Maybe it was the fact that every single time you've interacted with him ever since you started joining Kika for F1 stuff, he was somehow rude to you.

The last thing you wanted was to have an awkward interaction with him at the Ferrari garage, but you knew Rebecca wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Okay, fine," you sighed, "I'll come with you guys.

"Great! Let's go then." Rebecca's face lit up with a smile.

The three of you walked towards the Ferrari garage, the race wasn't starting for another few hours so you knew you were inevitably running into Charles once you got there.

"This is the perfect opportunity to clear the air between you and Charles," Rebecca elbowed you, almost making you roll your eyes, "Who knows? Maybe you have more in common that you realize."

"You and Charles don't like each other?" Carlos asked you, reaching out to hold his girlfriend's hand.

"Stop, It's not like that," you said, almost throwing your head back in frustration, "Every time we've interacted, he's been... dismissive. Rude, even. I don't know if it's just me or if he's like that with everyone."

"Charles can be a bit intense sometimes, especially on race weekends," Carlos pointed out, "But he's a good guy. Maybe you two just got off on the wrong foot."

"Maybe," you muttered, not entirely convinced.

You eventually reached the Ferrari garage, Rebecca and Carlos led the way, weaving through the throngs of people with ease. You tried to keep up, feeling a bit like a fish out of water in the sea of red uniforms.

You spotted Charles almost immediately, deep in conversation with one of his engineers and not even noticing that the three of you entered the room.

"Charles, hey!" Rebecca called out for him, you really admired her determination on the matter.

"Hey guys," Charles approached you, and you couldn't help but get a good look at him.

He might not be your favorite on the grid, but you couldn't deny that he was really handsome.

"You remember YN, right?" Rebecca asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Of course," Charles replied, a small smirk playing on his lips, "You're going to be Kika's maid of honor, right?"

"That's right," you nodded, a bit surprised he remembered.

Rebecca and Carlos exchanged a knowing glance before Carlos spoke up, "We need to go check on something. You two, catch up."

You shot them a look of disbelief, but they were already walking away, leaving you and Charles alone.

"So, what have you been up to?" Charles asked, leaning casually against the wall. "It's been a while since I've seen you around."

"Yeah, I haven't really been able to come to any races, I'm moving to Monaco, so that has been keeping me busy," you said, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Really? Which area?" he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

You told him the name of the neighborhood, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No way. I live there too. Are you the one who's been making all those moving noises two houses away from mine?"

"I fear that would be me," you laughed, feeling some of the awkwardness melt away, "I didn't know you lived there."

"Small world, huh?" he chuckled, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the Charles that everyone else seemed to adore.

"Yeah, it is," you agreed, still a bit cautious but warming up to him. "Guess we'll be seeing more of each other."

"Looks like it," he said with a smile, "I mean, at least you'll have someone you can ask for a cup of milk when you run out."

As you continued to chat with Charles, you found yourself genuinely enjoying the conversation. It was a stark contrast to your previous encounters with him, and it made you question your initial judgment. His smile was warm, his laugh infectious, and the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rebecca and Carlos across the garage, watching the two of you with satisfied smiles and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at them. You were already expecting the girls groupchat to explode with messages about you and Charles.

"Looks like your plan is working," Carlos said to Rebecca, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Told you it would," Rebecca grinned, "The rest of the girls and I even made a bet."

"A bet?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Yep," Rebecca confirmed, a playful glint in her eyes. "We bet on getting them together before Pierre and Kika's wedding. We all agree they'd make a great match."

"You and your schemes, amor," Carlos chuckled, shaking his head, "But I have to admit, you might be onto something."

Rebecca leaned her head on Carlos's shoulder, watching you and Charles laugh together. "Trust me, Carlos. Sometimes people just need a little nudge in the right direction."

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username1 SLAYYY

username2 the honorary WAG for real

carmenmmundt I missed you so much 🫶 ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram same here 🥲

f1gossip We love the WAGS (and yn) being besties

↳ username1 they need a masterplan to make yn a wag ♥︎ by iamrebeccad, lilyzneimer, francisca.cgomes

pierregasly My fiancée loves me 🥰

↳ francisca.cgomes more like tolerates

↳ yourinstagram she’ll always love me more

lilymhe bridesmaids gang 👯‍♀️ ♥︎ by author

↳ landonorris Am I still not allowed in the gc?

↳ francisca.cgomes exactly

↳ username2 HEEEEEELP

charles_leclerc Lovely to catch up. See you around in Monaco 😉 ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram likewise 😊

↳ username1 HELLOOOO???

↳ username2 SOMEONE DECODE THIS

↳ username3 i think this is the first time i see charles and yn interact 😭😭

iamrebeccad My job here is done

↳ carlossainz55 😂😂😂

↳ yourinstagram never trust the sainz-donaldson couple…

↳ username1 WHATS GOING ON HERE

↳ username2 lord i’m so nosy i need to be part of their friendgroup

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

Living alone it's all fun and games until you get locked out of your house after a quick run to the store for some late night snacks.

You stood there, staring at your sophisticated security system installed in all the houses in your upscale Monaco neighborhood —one that was definitely too expensive for you, but you were grateful the company you worked for paid for your rent — feeling utterly defeated.

The high-tech lock had its advantages, but it also meant that once you were locked out, getting back in without a key was next to impossible.

Sighing, you pulled out your phone and texted Kika, hoping she might be able to help.

You frowned at the suggestion. Asking Charles for help wasn’t your first choice, especially given your rocky interactions in the past. And yes, maybe you had a great conversation in Barcelona but that didn't mean that he suddenly liked you and would be willing to help you.

What if he's busy? Or thinks you're stupid for locking yourself out of your own house? What if this is all part of the girl's plan of setting you up with a driver?

Were some thoughts that ran through your head as you stood in your porch. But with no other options, you pushed them away and sent him a message.

You sighed, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. Asking Charles, someone who you disliked from time to time and thought he hated you just a few weeks ago for help wasn't on your bingo card, but there you were waiting for him to show up.

True to his word, Charles arrived shortly, wearing a casual outfit that made him look really comfy, and you prayed that you didn't disturb him too much with your antics.

"Locked out, huh?" he said with a grin.

"Yeah, stupid me forgot the keys inside," you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"No worries, happens to the best of us," he said, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket. "I actually learned a trick for these locks. All the houses here have the same system, and I’ve had my fair share of lockouts."

You watched as he worked with the keys and the lock, not sure of what he was doing but trusting his word that he knew how to unlock it. After what it seemed like a minute, your door unlocked with ease.

"Thank you so much, Charles. You saved me," you said, letting out a sigh of relief, "And I'm really sorry that I bothered you, you must've been busy or just resting and I made you get out of the house."

"Hey, It's okay," he said, flashing you a warm smile, "Told you could shout if you needed a spare cup of milk, or in this case, a way into your house."

"Thank you a lot, really."

You smiled softly as you both stood on your porch, and he mirrored your gesture. You looked at his features for a moment, his eyes were soft and a beautiful shade of green and blue, he looked extremely cozy clad in his hoodie and joggers.

Ugh why are you even thinking about Charles Leclerc like that? The voice inside your head came out again. And you didn't have an answer for it, but you pushed the thought away and focused on the present moment.

"So, how's the unpacking going?" Charles said after a minute of silence.

"It's getting there. Still a lot to do," you shrugged.

"Well, if you need any help, just let me know," he offered. "I'm pretty handy with setting up furniture and stuff."

"I might take you up on that," you said, and you fell into silence again.

And that's when you realized that for some reason, you didn't want the interaction to end, and something about the way he looked at you made you feel like he didn't want it either.

"How about you come in for a cup of tea?" you suggested without even taking a spare second to think about it, "As a thank you for helping me out, I mean."

He looked pleasantly surprised. "I'd really like that. Thanks."

You led him inside, quickly tidying up a few stray boxes before boiling water for tea. Once it was ready, you both sat down with steaming cups of tea, and you started talking about the topic that was inevitable among the grid and friends: Pierre and Kika's upcoming wedding.

"Can you believe they're getting married?" you asked, stirring your tea.

"I know, right?" Charles replied with a chuckle. "Pierre's been so excited. He talks about it all the time."

"They're such a great couple," you said, smiling. "Kika has been my best friend for years. I couldn't be happier for her."

"Yeah, Pierre is like a brother to me," Charles added, his expression softening. "He deserves all the happiness in the world."

You took a sip of your tea, feeling the warmth spread through you, "They deserve each other."

"By the way," Charles said, setting down his cup, "have you thought about what you’re going to wear?"

"I’ve been stressing over it," you laughed, "I want to find something perfect, and I feel like I'm running out of time."

"I’m sure whatever you choose will be great," he said reassuringly. "You have good taste."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a bit flustered by the compliment. "What about you? Got your outfit ready?"

"Not at all," he replied with a grin. "You know, since you're the maid of honor and I'm the best man, we should coordinate our outfits," he suggested with a playful smile. "Imagine how great we'll look standing next to Pierre and Kika if we match."

You laughed at the idea. "Maybe we should. It would make for some great photos."

"I can already see it now," Charles chuckled, "The perfect duo."

The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying Charles's company. He was funny, engaging, and far from the dismissive person you initially thought he was. You talked about everything from the wedding to your favorite places in Monaco, your work, his feelings about the F1 season so far and you couldn't help but think about how much the girls would freak out if they saw you talking and engaging the way you were.

Maybe they were right about you and Charles getting along well, but they're wrong about you possibly dating him, because you weren't looking for that, you thought to yourself again.

As the night drew to a close, Charles stood up to leave. "Thanks for the tea and the company, YN. I’m surprised we never got to talk like this before."

"Me too," you admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for your previous judgments about him. "I'm glad we did, though. And thank you again for helping me tonight, you were kind of my savior."

"Stop thanking me, you already did it like ten times," he said as you both walked to the door. "Are you going to the race in Austria this weekend?"

"I wasn’t planning on it," you said, "Kika's not going, and I usually go with her."

"Well, you could be my guest this time," he offered, a hopeful look in his eyes. "It could be fun."

You blinked, taken aback by his offer. "Are you serious?" you asked, needing to be sure you heard him right.

"Absolutely," Charles said, his tone sincere, "I know you're good friends with the girls and you love hanging out with them. It would be fun, and I'd love to have you there."

Your mind raced. When you left your house a few hours ago you never expected to get locked out which would lead to end your night with an invitation from Charles Leclerc to the Austrian Grand Prix, offering you a chance to spend time together at a race.

The wheels in your brain turned, making you unsure of your answer, when deep down you knew you wanted to take on his offer and go to Austria. You loved attending races and being around everyone in the F1 world, at first it was just something you did with Kika because of her boyfriend, but now it was something you enjoyed a lot.

Plus, you had to admit, the idea of spending more time with Charles was becoming increasingly appealing.

On the other hand, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt in the back of your mind. Was this just Charles being nice? Or what if the girls had put him up to this in another attempt to set you two up? You didn't want to complicate things somehow, especially with Pierre and Kika's wedding on the horizon.

Realizing you had been silent for a moment too long, you looked at Charles, your expression a mix of surprise and hesitation, and maybe you were crazy, but something in his face told you that he wanted you to say yes.

"That sounds amazing, Charles," you said, a small smile playing on your lips, "But… can I think about it? It sounds fun but I want to make sure I can make it work with my schedule."

"Of course," he replied with a nod, not pushing you for an immediate answer, "Just let me know soon so I can make the arrangements if you decide to come. I'd really like to have you there."

"Thanks, Charles," you said, feeling a warmth in your chest at his genuine interest. "I'll let you know soon."

"Great," he said, giving you a smile that made your heart flutter a little. "Goodnight, YN."

"Goodnight, Charles," you replied, watching as he walked away.

As you closed the door, you had one thought running through your head: the bridesmaids groupchat is about to go crazy

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📍SPIELBERG, AUSTRIA

The Austrian GP weekend had been eventful so far to say the least. When you arrived on friday, you expected to catch an Uber to your hotel, or for someone sent by Charles to pick you up.

But turns out, Charles himself was standing there as you walked through the gates, waiting for you with a warm smile.

None of the girls ended up attending the GP, so you spent most of your time with Charles. It felt strange at first, since you had never spent much time interacting with him before, but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy it.

Despite the friendly atmosphere off the track, it was a tough weekend for Charles competitively. His car had plenty of complications, from engine issues to problematic tires, which led him to a bad result on Sunday.

With that excuse, you suggested buying him dinner. You thought it would be a good way to cheer him up and to thank him for the weekend. It was friendly and casual.

You decided to have room service in his hotel room, neither of you in the mood to go outside, so you ordered a couple of pizzas, a bottle of wine and desert.

As the room service cart rolled in, you both laughed at how much food you had ordered. "I think our eyes were bigger than our stomachs," Charles said, eyeing the spread.

"Well, we have all night to work through it," you replied with a grin.

You both settled on the couch, the boxes of pizza open in front of you and glasses of wine in hand. If someone had told you a few months ago that you would be in this context with Charles Leclerc you'd laughed at them.

You knew the girls would have a field day when they found out.

"I'm really glad you came this weekend," Charles said after chewing on his slice of pizza, "It's been nice having you around."

"I'm glad I came too," you said, smiling back. "I didn't realize how much fun it would be. I always come to the races with Kika so this was different. Thank you again for asking me."

"I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about asking you," Charles took a sip of his wine, "I wasn't sure if you'd want to spend time with me."

You almost tensed at his words. All this time, you had assumed he disliked you because he had been rude or dismissive in your past interactions. But maybe it had all been a misunderstanding, like Kika had told you multiple times.

Damn you hated when she was right.

"Why wouldn't I?" you partially knew the answer, but you still wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I don't know. I guess I always thought you didn't like me much," he shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I thought the same thing about you," you laughed softly, "I figured you were being rude because you didn't like me."

"I never meant to be rude to you, at least not intentionally," Charles shook his head, "I'm really sorry if I ever was."

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Charles. I guess we both just misunderstood each other."

"I'm glad we cleared that up," Charles gave a relieved smile, "It feels good to finally talk about it. Honestly, with the wedding coming up and the roles we're playing in it, I was nervous about the entire thing being awkward."

"We're good now," you said, feeling a genuine warmth spread through you. "And now I can join you in suit shopping without it being awkward."

Charles laughed, a sound that was starting to become one of your favorites. "Oh yeah, we still have to do that. We're definitely matching."

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username1 SLAYYYY

username2 CHARLES AND YN???

lilymhe The one time we all decide to skip the GP… ♥︎ by francisca.cgomes, carmenmmundt

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username3 wait are her and charles together ??

↳ username4 they could be friends chill

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↳ username1 ALL OF THE WAGS HERE AGAIN 😭

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

"Charles you literally just passed me."

"Did I? Oh, I see you now," Charles said as he spotted you walking towards his car, hanging up the phone and parking so you could get in.

You got into the passenger seat, clicking your seat belt and dropping your hands to your lap, "Hello there."

"Hi love," Charles leaned in to peck your cheek, "How was work?"

This was routine by now. After your time alone in Austria, you and Charles couldn't stop hanging out. He picked you up from work, you cooked dinner for both of you, you had sitcom marathons together and so on.

It felt nice.

"It was meh," you shrugged, "My day is about to get interesting, though, isn't it?"

"If you find looking at ties and shirts for hours any amusing, then yes it is."

Today was the day you and Charles had been talking about for so long, you'd get his outfit for the Gasly-Gomes wedding.

You got your dress already, it was a beautiful satin green dress you absolutely loved. Since Charles was away racing when you bought it, you showed it to him through FaceTime and he insisted he needed to get the perfect suit to match it.

"It's going to be fun," you poked his side as he drove, "But we do need to find the perfect fit, Kika is going to kill us if we ruin her pictures."

"I mean you're going to look stunning so I just need to stand next to you and hope it rubs on me," he shrugged, and you felt your cheeks burn.

Charles made a habit out of complimenting you at this point, and even though you didn't want to think too much about it, you found yourself melting every single time.

"Feeding my ego again, Leclerc?" you teased.

"Just stating the obvious."

You engaged in small conversation as he drove to the boutique you've previously picked as your first option. One of the things about your unexpected friendship with Charles that you loved the most was how easy it is to talk to him about anything. It was easy, comfortable, and it made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company.

When you arrived at the boutique, Charles opened the door for you, a small gesture that always made you smile.

Inside, the boutique was filled with racks of elegant suits and dresses. A sales assistant approached you, and you explained what you were looking for. She guided you to a section with suits that could match what you needed.

Charles began browsing through the racks, holding up different jackets and shirts for you to see. After some deliberation, Charles found a suit that caught his eye.

"Try it on," you urged him, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Charles disappeared into the fitting room, and you waited eagerly. When he emerged, your breath caught in your throat. The suit fit him perfectly, making him look even more handsome than usual.

Since when were you this down for this man?

"What do you think?" he asked, turning to look at himself in the mirror.

"It's perfect," you said, "You look amazing, Charles."

He grinned, clearly pleased with your approval, "You think I look amazing, huh?"

"Don't let it go to your head, Leclerc," you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile.

With the suit sorted, you moved on to finding the perfect tie. After a bit of searching, you found one that matched your dress perfectly. You held it up for Charles to see, and he nodded in approval.

"Looks great. Now, help me put it on?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Sure," you said, stepping closer to him.

As you worked on his tie, you realized just how close you were standing. Your hands moved deftly, but your heart raced with the proximity. You could feel Charles's breath on your face, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips every now and then. His eyes were fixed on you, a soft intensity in them that made your knees feel weak.

"There," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "all done."

But neither of you moved. Your faces were inches apart, and the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. You noticed Charles glancing at your lips, and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"Shame on Kika and Pierre," Charles said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "We'll definitely be the best-looking pair at the wedding."

You laughed lightly, the tension easing just a bit. "Absolutely. They'll have to step up their game."

Charles's hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was so tender it made your heart flutter even more. "Thanks for helping me with this," he said, his voice sincere.

"Anytime," you replied, your voice equally soft.

You lingered a moment longer. It was just you and Charles, standing so close, sharing a moment that felt incredibly intimate. Eventually, you both stepped back, a silent understanding passing between you.

You really wanted him to kiss you

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

The most awaited weekend of the year was finally here, the Gasly-Gomes wedding bound was in full swing. Guests arrived to Portofino from all over, their excitement palpable as they gathered to celebrate the love between Pierre and Kika.

Despite Charles' attempts to convince you to fly with him, you were firm on your decision of flying with Kika, you knew how nervous she felt and you wanted to be by your best friend's side for the most important moment of her life.

However, you were attending the rehearsal dinner together. Which had caused a commotion with the girls earlier in the week.

Their so called plan of getting me a boyfriend from the grid won't work, you thought to yourself, I'm not even looking for a boyfriend, Charles is my friend.

The rehearsal dinner was set in a beautiful, intimate restaurant overlooking the sea, and you were waiting for Charles at the hotel's reception to leave together. You smoothed out your dress, glancing at the grand clock on the wall, you felt a bit nervous, which only made you think about Kika and the fact that she was probably a million times more anxious.

"Hey there," Charles's voice broke through your thoughts. You turned to see him approaching, looking effortlessly handsome in a tailored suit, "Mon Dieu, you look insanely gorgeous."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. "Thank you, Charles. You clean up pretty well yourself."

He grinned, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

You linked your arm with his, and together you made your way to the car waiting outside. The drive to the restaurant was filled with light conversation and laughter. Charles had a way of making you feel at ease, and tonight was no different.

As you arrived at the venue, the soft glow of candles and string lights illuminated the setup. Tables were adorned with flowers, and the sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop. You could see Pierre and Kika at the entrance, greeting guests with radiant smiles.

You were really happy for them.

"Let's go say hi," Charles suggested, leading you towards the happy couple.

"You both look amazing!" Kika exclaimed once you approached them, hugging you tightly. "Thank you for being here."

Pierre soon joined, greeting both you and Charles with a warm smile. "Thanks for keeping her sane on the flight here," he joked, giving Kika a playful nudge.

"It's the least I can do, you already stole her from me ," you said with a grin.

"I promise to share her from time to time." Pierre joked, making all of you laugh.

The four of you exchanged a few more words before making your way into the venue. The atmosphere inside was magical, the soft hum of conversation and laughter filled the air.

You really could feel the love and excitement radiating from everyone present.

You made your way towards the table, noticing Lando by the bar already. You couldn't help but giggle, he was dead serious about going all out with the alcohol this weekend.

You settled into your seats, Charles opening your chair for you before sitting down. You were at a big table where most drivers and their partners were already settled, Carmen and George next to you and Max and Kelly on Charles' side.

Damn, you were really the honorary WAG

"What?" you said, noticing Carmen's teasing smile as she glanced at you and Charles.

"Oh nothing," she shrugged, "You guys look really cute together."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "Thanks, Carmen," you replied, trying to brush off her comment. "We're here as friends."

"Sure, sure," Carmen said with a wink, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her persistence.

The evening flowed smoothly, the conversations lively and the laughter contagious. As you sipped on your champagne, you couldn't help but steal glances at Charles. He seemed so at ease, laughing and joking with the others, his eyes occasionally meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart flutter.

Dinner was served, a spread of Italian cuisine that had everyone praising the chefs. You and Charles shared bites of each other's dishes, a habit that had become second nature.

After dinner, it was time for the speeches. Since you were best man and maid of honor, you came up with the idea of surprising Kika and Pierre with heartfelt messages, which lead you to nights of takeout at his place to help each other write your speeches.

Charles was the first to stand, his presence commanding attention as he held up his glass.

"Bonsoir, everyone," he began, his voice clear and confident, "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Charles,"

"No one knows you! You're not world champion," Max yelled from his place, making everyone laugh.

"Somebody's jealous because he's not best man, I see," Charles teased, causing laughter again, "Anyway, I have known Pierre for many years now, and I can honestly say he is one of the best friends I could ever ask for. And Kika, you have brought out the best in him. Your love story is truly inspiring, and I am so honored to stand here today as your best man."

His words were heartfelt and genuine, and you could see Pierre and Kika's eyes shining with emotion. Charles continued with anecdotes about him and Pierre's karting days and well-wishes, his speech met with applause and cheers by the end.

It was your turn now, you were nervous but Charles sent a wink your way as he passed you the microphone that made you relax.

"Kika and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember," you began, your voice steady. "We have shared so many incredible moments together, and seeing her find someone who makes her so happy is truly a blessing. Pierre, you have brought so much joy into her life, and I am beyond thrilled to see you both start this new chapter together."

Your speech was filled with love and appreciation, and by the time you finished, there were a few more teary eyes around the room. Kika hugged you tightly, whispering her thanks in your ear.

After the speeches, the lights dimmed, and music began to play. Everyone gathered around the dance floor, and Charles turned to you with a mischievous smile. "Care to dance?"

"Sure," you replied, taking his hand as he led you to the center of the dance floor. The music was slow, and Charles pulled you close, his hand resting on the small of your back.

You danced together, your bodies moving in sync. You felt his breath on your cheek, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your faces inches apart, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared.

From across the room, Lily and Rebecca watched with satisfied smiles. Alex joined them, raising an eyebrow. "So, you think your plan worked?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"Definitely," Lily said, her eyes twinkling. "Look at them. They're practically made for each other."

Rebecca nodded in agreement. "We've been planning this for months, and it looks like it's finally happening."

"Well, I have to admit, you girls make a pretty good matchmaking team," Alex chuckled, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

"We just knew they needed a little push," Lily grinned, "And now, look at them. They can't take their eyes off each other."

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

Kika Gomes and Pierre Gasly were finally married.

The ceremony was held at a charming seaside chapel, adorned with white flowers and delicate ribbons. Guests filled the pews, their faces reflecting the joy and love of the occasion.

You stood beside Kika as her maid of honor, heart swelling with pride and happiness as she exchanged vows with Pierre. Charles, standing beside Pierre as the best man, caught your eye several times, his gaze warm and reassuring. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt words, laughter, and a few tears of joy.

Charles made sure to compliment you from the moment he first saw you, and everyone was gushing over the two of you being color coordinated, just like you thought they would be.

After the vows were exchanged and the couple was pronounced husband and wife, it was time for the reception, or as Lando Norris would like to call it, the time to get absolutely wasted.

The party was held at a stunning villa overlooking the sea. The evening was filled with delicious food, heartfelt toasts, and lively dancing.

Just like the rehearsal dinner two days earlier, you and Charles were together all the time. Sitting beside each other at the table, Charles grabbing the train of your dress for you when you needed it, keeping at least a hand on each other all the time. You knew that wasn't "we're just friends" behavior, but you were too happy to mind.

As the night progressed, the drinks kept flowing, and everyone was in high spirits. Lando, true to his word, was leading the charge in getting everyone to the dance floor. You and Charles danced together, his hands on your shoulders as you swayed to the music, his breath on your neck as he whispered to your ear.

You knew some prying eyes were on both of you — and by that, you mean Rebecca, Lily and their respective boyfriends—, but once again, you were too happy and tipsy to mind.

After hours of dancing and celebrating, you finally took a break and sat down with your friends at one of the tables near the dance floor.

“You two were adorable on the dance floor,” Lily teased, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh, stop,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm. “We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah, right. Just friends, huh?” Rebecca smirked.

Before you could respond, Charles appeared at the edge of the table, looking as handsome as ever, his suit jacket long forgotten and a few buttons of his shirt undone.

You were really down bad for him.

“Mind if I steal YN for a bit?” he asked, his eyes twinkling from the alcohol.

"Let the girl breathe mate! She's probably tired of you," Carlos teased, earning a round of laughter from the table.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I think I can manage a bit more of Charles," you said, standing up and taking his offered hand.

"Of course you can," Rebecca said with a smirk. "Go meet your boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across your face. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you protested weakly, standing up from the table.

“Not yet, anyway.” Lily laughed.

You ignored her comment, though your heart did skip a beat. You don't know if Charles had heard any of it, but you let him lead you out to the terrace, your hand wrapped around his. From the corner of you eye, you saw Kika looking at you, nudging her husband and pointing at you both, teasing smiles on their faces.

They just got married so you'll let it slide.

“Nice to get a break from all the noise,” you said once you reached the terrace, leaning against the railing and looking out at the sea.

“Definitely,” Charles agreed, standing close beside you. “It’s been a perfect night, though.”

"I know," you smiled softly, "I'm so happy for Kika and Pierre, they deserve this so much."

"They really do. It's been a beautiful day," Charles nodded, his eyes fixed on you, "Just as beautiful as you."

He stepped closer, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Your heart raced at his touch, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. You'd thought about it more times than you'd like to admit, and the way he glanced at yours told you he did too.

“Charles,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “what are you trying to do?”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m trying to charm the pretty bridesmaid,” he replied softly, his thumb tracing small circles on your waist.

You laughed, feeling a flutter in your stomach. “And how’s that working out for you?”

“Let’s find out,” he said, leaning in slowly.

He closed the distance between you, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was everything you’d imagined and more, slow and sweet, filled with a longing that had been building for months. His hands slid up to cup your face, deepening the kiss, and you melted into him, losing yourself in the moment.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Definitely working,” you whispered, making him chuckle.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes full of affection. “Good to know,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth.

You spent a few more moments on the terrace, talking and laughing, sharing more kisses and wrapped around each other.

You were not sure what this meant for your friendship, but you were too happy to care. The night felt magical, like a dream you never wanted to end. It was a night of new beginnings, not just for Kika and Pierre, but maybe for you as well.

As you both made your way back inside, hand in hand, you noticed a few knowing smiles and exchanged glances among your friends. Kika and Pierre were still on the dance floor, looking blissfully happy, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for them.

“Look who’s back!” Lando called out, a wide grin on his face.

“What’s going on?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at their suspicious behavior.

Kika abruptly approached the group, dragging Pierre by the hand a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Everybody pay up,” she said, holding out her hand.

Charles and you exchanged confused looks. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“We had a bet going,” Kika explained, clearly enjoying this. “We bet that we could get you two together before the wedding. And technically, we did.”

“Damn, I didn't think you girls would actually make it happen,” George handed over some money with a laugh.

“Wait, you all really bet on us? The infamous masterplan was actually a real thing?” you asked, still processing the revelation.

“Of course it was,” Rebecca said with a grin. “It was obvious to everyone except you two.”

"I can't believe you guys," you said, shaking your head but unable to suppress a smile, covering your face with your hands, Charles pecked your temple gently.

"To be fair, the girls started it, we just joined in later," Oscar said, trying to deflect the blame.

“I can’t believe it took a wedding and a bet to get us here," Charles chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "I guess we owe you all a thank you,"

"No need to thank us. Just be happy," Carmen sent a wink your way, making you smile.

"Alrighty, a toast now," Lando said, climbing on top of a chair. Everyone knew he was too drunk to be stopped so you just let him, "To Kika and Pierre the happiest and most beautiful couple in the world!"

"Hear, hear!" echoed through the crowd as glasses clinked together, laughter and cheers filling the air.

"And to YN finally becoming an official WAG!" Kika chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief, making the girls cheer.

"Official, huh?" Charles murmured, leaning in closer.

"We'll talk about that later, Leclerc," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of dancing, laughter, champagne and celebration. Charles never left your side as you enjoyed with your friends.

As the party continued, you found yourselves on the dance floor once more, swaying to a slow song. Charles held you close, his arms wrapped securely around you. "So, how does it feel to be an official WAG?" he asked, his breath warm against your ear.

"As far as I'm concerned, you haven't asked anything, mister," you teased raising your eyebrows.

"Well then, consider this me asking," he murmured, his voice playful yet sincere.

"In that case," you began, teasing him further, "I suppose it feels pretty good."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Good to hear," he replied softly, brushing his lips against your temple.

Being an official wag was amazing

𝙞𝙫 - 𝙞'𝙢 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 : 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒/𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 (𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌)

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, "𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘮𝘴/𝘬𝘺𝘴" 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 (??)

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 3.4𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

𝘢/𝘯 : 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 (𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏)

Over the past few days, the house had surprisingly settled into a somewhat peaceful atmosphere. Oscar has been relatively quiet, minding his own business. His sisters though? It was quite the opposite.

Hattie and Edie had attempted to bake cookies, coming worryingly close to starting a kitchen fire. May has been peaceful (at least), spending most of her time with Y/n in the garden or by the pool.

Now Y/n sits comfortably with a book in hand, her eyes scanning the pages of "Call It What You Want" By Alissa DeRogatis through her sunglasses.

As she continues with her book, enjoying the quiet morning, she's surprised when Oscar suddenly emerges from the house and steps into their backyard. Wearing a tight shirt designed for swimming, he moves purposefully towards the pool area.

Y/n's gaze drifts towards the door, drawn by Oscar's unexpected appearance. Unintentionally, her eyes linger on his figure a bit longer than usual, taking in how the swimwear hugs his chest. However, her subtle gaze remains unnoticed, masked by her sunglasses in the bright golden light.

Oscar makes his way to the lounging chairs near where Y/n is sitting. He casually lays down his towel and phone on one of the chairs, situating it far enough from Y/n to not feel like he's encroaching on her space but still maintaining a modest distance

As he positions his towel and phone on the lounging chair, he approaches the edge of the pool, Without warning, he dives into the water, causing a moderate splash as he plunges beneath the surface.

A few droplets from the splash reach Y/n's feet, nearly wetting her book in the process. Startled, she instinctively pulls her book away to protect it from the water

"What the hell?!" I shout, holding my book close to my chest, and directing my gaze to the swimming pool.

I sit up straight in my chair, glaring at Oscar as he emerges from the pool, droplets of water trickling down his skin.

The sight of him almost makes me blush. Almost.

"You could give me a warning before you decide to water the entire fucking garden, you know!" I yell, walking up to the edge of the pool "You almost got my book wet!"

Oscar, still in the pool, looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine. He runs his hands through his hair. "Oh relax," he retorts, his face painted with annoyance. "It's just water. Didn't know you were that sensitive about a little splash."

My annoyance only intensifies at his response. I roll my eyes, my lips curling into a frown. "Oh, right, sorry for being 'sensitive' about my stuff," I reply. "You know some people actually value their belongings and don't want them ruined by careless splashes."

Oscar grins at me, resting his arms on the stone beside where I stood, and responds with some sass, "Well, why would you read next to the pool anyways? It's common sense that water has a tendency to splash, you know."

I glare at him for his comment, my annoyance growing with each passing second. "Maybe because I thought I could have a peaceful moment to myself without somebody deciding to splash their way into it." I half-scream, my voice filled with sarcasm. "Ever thought of that, Oscar? Or is common courtesy too much to ask from you?"

He raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. "Oh, I didn't realize reading by the pool required a peaceful, splash-free environment," he replies, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Next time, I'll make sure to give you a detailed report on my swim routine in advance, just to be safe."

My teeth grit in frustration, my frustration continuing to grow. "You know, you don't have to be such a dickhead all the time," I retaliate. "Seriously, a little warning wouldn't kill you. But apparently, common decency is a foreign concept to you."

Oscar playfully feigns innocence, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I apologize, my dear Y/n," he says, his tone mocking. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of someone so easily flustered by a few droplets of water. My apologies for interrupting your oh-so peaceful reading session with my mere existence."

I roll my eyes once more, my patience wearing thin. "And you wonder why I don't enjoy your company," I reply dryly. "You have the tact of a bull in a china shop, you know that? A little decency, a little thoughtfulness, that's all I ask for. But I guess that's too much for you to handle."

Oscar, who is apparently unfazed by my remarks, merely chuckles at my words. "Oh come on, lighten up." he smiles, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're acting like I committed a crime or something. Trust me, life's too short to be so uptight about a little water. Relax a bit, will you?"

Y/n having had enough of Oscar's attitude, grits her teeth and decides to retreat inside. She quickly gathers her belongings, and with a final glare at Oscar, she turns and walks back into the house, slamming the doors behind her.

Once inside, Y/n finds May waiting nearby on the couch, who heard the sound of the door slamming. May looks at her with concern and asks, "Hey, what's going on? What happened out there?"

Y/n lets out a frustrated sigh, clearly still upset about the interaction. "Oh, it's just Oscar being his usual insufferable self," she huffs. "He decided that diving into the pool and nearly drowning my book was a good way to start the morning."

May listens intently, her expression displaying a mix of annoyance and understanding. "Sounds like a typical Oscar moment," she says while smiling at her phone. "He has a talent for getting under people's skin, doesn't he?"

Y/n lets out a defeated sigh, walking over to the couch and sitting beside May. "Sorry for saying that about Oscar- I know that he's your brother and stuff but he's really pissing me off."

May gives an empathetic nod, understanding Y/n's frustration. "Yeah, no worries," she replies. "I get it. He can be a handful, I don't blame you for getting worked up over him. Trust me- I've had my fair share of moments where I wanted to strangle him."

Y/n lets out another sigh, her irritation still evident in her voice. "I just don't understand why he has to be so... Oscar all the time," she says, her tone laced with frustration yet again. "It's like he takes pleasure in being a pain in the ass."

May chuckles softly, knowing exactly what Y/n means. "Oh, believe me, I get it," she affirms. "He lives for those moments where he can push people's buttons. It's like his favorite pastime or something. I can hardly believe he's even related to me sometimes."

"Yeah," Y/n laughs dryly, "But what do I do now? I lost any and all motivation to keep reading."

May listens, understanding her friend's struggle. "Ah, that sucks," she sympathizes. "it's never fun losing motivation to read. Maybe we can watch a movie?"

May's face lights up with excitement at the idea. "You know what?" she suggests. "We should totally watch some rom-coms or something."

Y/n's interest was piqued, and she considers the proposal. "That actually sounds like a good idea," she admits, a hint of intrigue in her voice. "What movie do you wanna watch?"

"The Notebook maybe? I haven't watched that in a while." May says grabbing a pillow. Y/n hums, "Sure, let me get some drinks first. Do you want water or iced tea?"

"It's fine, go get your drink and I'll find the movie on the TV," May says, shoo-ing Y/n in a friendly way.

I walk back into the living room, a water bottle filled with water in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. "Sorry if I took a while," I apologize, "I had to find a bowl for the popcorn."

I take a seat beside May, "It's alright," she says, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl. "Play the movie," I say adjusting myself on the couch.

"Okay, okay, calm down lady." May teases, reaching for the remote and starts playing the movie, the sound of the opening credits filling the living room.

After the tear-inducing finale of "The Notebook" finally credits roll, Y/n and May find themselves wrapped in each other embrace, tears streaming down their faces. Sniffles fill the room as both girls are visibly touched by the emotional rollercoaster ride of the movie.

Y/n's voice trembles a bit as she speaks through small sobs. "That movie always makes me cry," she manages to say, her voice breaking slightly. "It's like they purposely make these movies to make us cry our hearts out or something."

May nods, her own eyes still misty from the emotional ending. "I know right? Like what the fuck," her voice slightly shaky. "It's like a rite of passage to cry during this movie. I swear the directors knew which buttons to push for us to turn into emotional wrecks."

Y/n pulls back slightly, wiping away a tear from her cheek. "Maybe we should have prepared ourselves better before watching," she jokes softly, a half-smile on her face. "But then again, it wouldn't be the same without absolutely sobbing our eyes out, would it?"

May laughs through her lingering tears, a hint of amusement in her voice. "True, true," she admits. "There's something about crying during a sad movie. It's like... a release of emotions."

The two girls make their way into the kitchen, still wiping some stray tears from their faces and disposing of the tissues they used to dry their eyes. Y/n takes a moment to refill her water bottle from the tap, the sound of water filling the silence in the room.

Meanwhile, May grabs a glass from the cupboard and pours some water for herself, rehydrating after the emotional movie experience.

As they continue their business in the kitchen, Oscar enters the room. He takes in the sight of Y/n and May's tear-stained faces, noting their emotional state. A smirk teases the corner of his lips as he regards the pair.

"Well, looks like someone's had a good cry," He saunters further into the the kitchen, his gaze lingering on Y/n.

Y/n rolls her eyes, a mix of annoyance and embarrassment on her face. "Oh, shut up," she retorts, trying to maintain her composure despite her tear-stained cheeks. "We just watched a sad movie, okay?"

May snorts, playfully chiming in. "It was 'The Notebook', you know the one with the epic love story that makes you sob like a baby?"

Oscar, his smirk widening, feigns offense at May's accusation. "Now hold on a second," he protests, putting a hand over his hear in mock indignation. "Just because some people get emotional over a romance movie doesn't mean I do."

May laughs at her brothers response, raising an eyebrow skeptically, "Oh really?" she asks, her tone laced with gentle mockery. "Are you telling me that big, tough Oscar wouldn't shed a tear during a sad romance movie? I don't believe you for a second."

May playfully continues, her attitude of wanting to continuously tease her brother being fueled by Y/n's almost silent giggles. "You're not fooling anybody," she teases "I remember how you bawled your eyes when we watched "The Notebook' with Mom and Dad. I thought you were going to flood the room with your tears."

Oscar's cheeks flush slightly with embarassment at the memory. He pretends to scoff, trying to maintain his tough facade. "Oh come on," he says, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "That was a long time ago, and I was a lot younger then. People change, you know."

May smirks, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Right, 'people change,'" she quips, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And somehow you magically grew out of being a big, tough guy who cries his heart out during a romance movie. Sure, Osc. Keep telling yourself that."

He crosses his arms, his face still sporting a hint of redness. "I have changed!" he protests, his voice betraying his defensiveness. "And for the record, I didn't bawl my eyes out. I simply had a few... manly tears."

Y/n unable to hold back any longer, intervenes and pulls May away from the room. The two girls giggle, unable to contain their amusement as they headout towards the backyard. The scene in the kitchen, where Oscar and May were engaged in their playful quarrel, fades into the distance as Y/n leads her out onto the patio.

Me and May arrive at the pool table on the patio near the actual pool. I turn to May with an excited grin. "Do you know how to play pool?" I inquire, a hint of eagerness in my tone.

I see May's face light up, a smile slowly spreading across her lips. "Of course I do!" she replies, her response indicating her familiarity with the game. "I'm actually pretty good at it, if I do say so myself."

"Oh really?" I teases, a smirk playing on my lips. "I'll take you up on that. Let's see if you can back up those claims with some actual gameplay."

Y/n and may spend the rest of the afternoon engaged in an exciting game of pool. They both laugh, tease each other, and take turns successfully sinking shots into the pockets. Time seems to fly as they play, the backyard patio filled with the sound of billiard balls clacking and their playful banter.

During their game they share stories, jokes and even brief moments of friendly competition. The sun slowly descends in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the pool area. Eventually, when the game comes to an end, they both realize that hours have passed and the day has grown late.

I grin, leaning on my pool cue. "I have to admit, you're not half-bad at this," I praise May, a hint of friendly rivalry in my voice.

May returns the grin, leaning against the pool table. "And you're not too shabby yourself," she responds, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I had a feeling you'd be a worthy opponent."

I nod, still holding onto my cue. "Yeah, I may not be the best, but I know how to hold my own," I boast playfully. "Maybe we should have a rematch sometime soon. I need to redeem myself after losing more times than I'd like to admit."

We set down our pool cues and make our way back inside the house. The sky outside now tinged with hues of pink and orange, signaling the approach of dusk.

After a delicious dinner together, Y/n retreats to her bedroom. Exhaustion from the day's activities and the emotional intensity earlier in the day starts to take its tolls on her. She enters her room, and the silence envelops her as she shuts the door behind her.

As Y/n settles into her room, her mind drifts back to the days activities. She recalls May snapping some photos during their pool games.

She steps out of her room and makes her way to May's room, intending to take a look at the photos. However, when she enters, she finds herself in a room slightly different than she expects. Unknownst to her, May and Oscar had swapped rooms a couple day earlier, and Y/n is now in Oscar's room without realizing it.

As she enters May's Oscar's room, she's met with an unexpected sight. There stands Oscar, shirtless and visibly caught off-guard by her sudden appearance. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks at her, clearly not expect company.

He holds his hands up in the air out of surprise, while trying to process what's happening. "Uh, knocking is a thing, you know that? Right?" he quips, in an attempt to hide his initial surprise.

Y/n feels her cheeks heat up and her eyes involutarily drift down to the sight of Oscar's shirtless torso. She quickly realizes that she's staring and snaps her gaze back up to meet his eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and intrigue.

Flushes and struggling to find her words, Y/n attempts to speak, "W-Where's May?" Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her flustered state.

Oscar, sensing her awkwardness, decides to mess with her for a little bit, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Haven't seen her since dinner," he responds, keeping his answer vague on purpose. "Why do you ask?"

She continues to stutter, a blush starting to form on her cheeks. "I... I just wanted to ask her if she had any pictures of me and her playing pool," she says, barely maintaining her composure.

He couldn't help but notice the blush creeping onto the girls cheeks. He finds her flustered state amusing and decides to tease her a little more. "Ah, so you're after some photos, huh?" he remarks, a playful glint in his eyes.

Oscar takes a step closer to Y/n, feigning curiosity. "And why do you need those pictures so badly?" he asks, his voice having a somewhat flirty tone.

Y/n swallows hard, her heart rater rising as she attempts to control her emotions. She steps back, trying to maintain a small distance between them, but her voice still sounds a bit shaky. "I just... I just thought it would be nice to post some of the pictures," she stutters, her eyes darting around the room to avoid his gaze.

He smirks, noticing her attempts to avoid eye contact. Oscar takes another step forward, closing the gap between him and Y/n a little bit more. He leans forward, his arms crossed over his chest, and a sly smile displayed on his lips. "Is that the only reason you're here, or is there something more?" he teases playfully.

Y/n's heart races, her mind spinning with conflicting thoughts and feelings. She can feel the heat in her cheeks intensify as she struggles to maintain her composure. "No, that's the only reason," she insists. "I just- wanted to see those pictures."

Her mind catches up with the realization that she's actually in Oscar's room. The situation hits her, adding to her flustered state. She fumbles through her words before rushing out of the room after making her apology.

Oscar watches as she hurriedly leaves the room, a feeling of amusement making him smile. He couldn't help but feel ma hint of satisfaction at her reaction to seeing him shirtless. A smirk forms on his lips as he shakes his head slightly, entertained by her flustered state.

Y/n hurries back to her room, her mind racing with embarrassment and conflicting thoughts. Once inside she shuts the door behind her with a slight slam, trying to drown out the thoughts that swirl through her mind.

She flops down onto her bed, fishing out her from from her pocket and quickly opens a text conversation with May.

May enters the room and spots Y/n laying face-flat on her bed. She chuckles slightly, amused by her friends dramatic attitude. "Hey, dramatic much?" she teases lightly.

Y/n lets out a frustrated groan in response. May chuckles a little bit louder at her reaction, amused by her friend's theatrics. "Don't worry, you big drama queen, I sent you the pictures," she mentions, "Check your phone."

Y/n lets out a muffled thanks, and May grins before leaving the room, leaving Y/n to her own thoughts and the newly received pictures.

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may.piastri i'm never watching the notebook again cuz wtf was that man

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Just as Y/n prepares to switch off her phone and go to bed, she hears the sound of a notification. Curiosity piqued, she picks up her phone and checks the notification.

Her eyes go wide as she notices the follow notification from Oscar. Her heart skips a beat and involuntarily throws her phone out of shock. She quickly buries her face in her pillow and lets out a muffled scream. In that instant, all the memories of the day's earlier events flood back, especially the embarrassing moment when she barged into his room while he was shirtless.

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

🔄Reverse Tropes

🛏Too Many Beds Lando Norris x Engineer!Reader

🚕Accidentally Kidnapping a Mafia Boss Max Verstappen x UberDriver!Reader

🪡The Obvious String Lestappen x MercedesDriver!Reader

😾Really Nice Guy Who Hates Only You Oscar Piastri x Celebrity!Reader

🧡❤️Dating Your Enemy's Sibling Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader

🧠Fake Amnesia Lando Norris x Fan!Reader

✉️Divorce of Convenience Oscar Piastri x Wife!Reader

🤨Everyone is Convinced that You Aren't Together Logan Sargeant x FerrariDriver!Reader

🔥Too Hot to Cuddle Oscar Piastri x TeammateReader

🫂Voluntary Proximity Charles Leclerc x BestFriend!Reader

💔Fake Breakup [But You Two Weren’t Together in the First Place?] Lando Norris x Piastri!Reader

Imola GP looks ‘24 2/2

Miami GP looks ‘24 3/3

Monaco GP looks ‘24 3/3

[09:33 p.m.] — M. VERSTAPPEN

CONTAINS: afab!reader, dubcon, manipulative!max, slightly toxic, p in v.

Max fumbled with his zipper, going as fast as he possibly could do as you stared at him with wide eyes leaning on the bed, beneath him. “Don’t go back on your word now,” He muttered, finally winning the fight against his jeans slipping out of them, underwear included making his cock spring out. He wastes no time on wrapping his thick fingers around his length, still hovering over you.

“You’re going to let me do it, right schatje?” You nod shyly, blood rushing to your face at the sight of him so exposed. He releases the grip on his cock and uses his hands to spread your legs further, watching your skirt rile up, a peek of your panties coming to view.

“Just the tip, right Maxie?” He hums, pressing his thumb on top of your clothed cunt, feeling the wetness pooled there slowly stroking it and making you jump. He licks his lips as he moves your panties to the side, exposing your sex to him. He aligns himself with your hole, the tip of his cock pressing against it.

“Yes, just the tip.” He presses, your cunt engulfing the head of his cock and he can’t help but laugh, watching your face screw, muffling a whimper with your hand. “Maybe a little more, baby, would you let me?” He coos.

You gulped, not sure if you want any more than what was already happening, but he didn’t let you answer. “You want this, I know you do, right schatje?” You gave in, a tiny nod in response as he didn’t wasted time and thrusted into you, filling your cunt with his thick cock.

The sick grin on his face was nothing new to you.

Summary: y/n and Louis, who haven’t seen each other in a while, attend a concert for their good mutual friend and end up going home together.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol consumption, flirting, super cute fluff beginning/end, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (F), fingering, hair pulling, biting, filth

Y/fbf/n -> your friends boyfriends name

Y/f/n -> your friends name

Master

“Are you guys ready yet?” Y/fbf/n says leaning against the door frame.

You look over your shoulder, “You can’t rush perfection.”

He rolls his eyes, “You can if you don’t want to miss a free concert.”

You sigh and shake your head, laughing, “Hey, those are my tickets. I didn’t have to bring you.”

You got tickets from your close friend, Niall. He’s doing some shows and teasers for his new album that’s coming out. (I started writing this before his album dropped so just pretend it hasn’t yet lmao)

“Don’t listen to him, we have plenty of time.” Y/f/n smiles and continues to do her makeup.

——

You arrive at the venue and walk in. You’re greeted by someone at the door and Niall cuts them off, “They’re with me!”

Excitement fills your body as the security guard moves and you see Niall for the first time in two years.

“Ah! Oh my god!” You hug him and bounce up and down, “I’m so proud of you!”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Oh stop it.” He looks up at your friends, “Hello.”

“Niall, this is y/f/n and y/fbf/n, her boyfriend.”

Niall reaches out to shake each of their hands, “Ni, I’m Niall.”

He moves back to you, “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

You follow Niall around the arena, talking with him and catching up. It’s going great until you walk away to grab a drink.

You turn back around and see Niall standing close with your friends, “Secrets don’t make friends.”

Niall laughs, “Yeah, no you’re right Um.” He glances over at y/f/n then back to you, “We were just trying to get the last minute plans together for your birthday dinner tomorrow.”

You squint and tilt your head, “Believable.” You laugh and look at Niall, “If you’re talking about Louis, it’s fine.”

He shakes his head and checks his phone, “Actually, I haven’t heard from him a day, so. I don’t even know if he’s coming.” Niall looks up at you, “If I would have known, you know I would have told you.”

You nod, “Yeah no. I know.”

You and Louis dated for a little while then broke up because of him wanting to focus on his solo career and you headed off to start your own business that is now very successful.

You miss Louis, honestly.

A part of you now feels like you guys could make it work, but another part of you is nervous because it’s been so long and time goes on.

You wanted to know if he’s seeing anyone, but you didn’t want to be upset the whole show, so you decided to distract yourself until then.

“Hey, anyone hungry?”

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You grab a drink at the bar and make your way to the vip section of the pit with your friends. You smile and look around at all the people who came to support Niall.

You knew him for years before the x factor. He’s the one who actually introduced you to Louis.

Only after years of flirting and not facing up to the fact that there was chemistry there, you finally decided to give it a go.

It was going great for the longest time. You and Louis were inseparable until you couldn’t seem to find a solution involving your career paths.

The breakup was civil and you remained friends, but it left you with that unfinished feeling.

You always said that Louis was the one, and you still stand by that.

The lights go down and the volume is the room immediately gets cranked up to ten.

You smile and bite your lip, waiting for Niall to come on.

The beat of Nice to Meet Ya starts playing and everyone goes nuts as Niall walks out.

He starts singing and you dance with y/f/n as you sing along with him.

“I wanna blow your mind.. just come with me.. I swear..” you smile, “I'm gonna take you somewhere warm, you know j'adore la mer..”

You sip your drink, still dancing in your spot. You hum along to the music and y/f/n lays a hand on your shoulder, “Oh, um. By the way..” she lets out a nervous laugh, “Niall lied.”

She steps away and you turn to her, “y/f/n!” You shake your head, “About what?”

“Fancy seein’ you here.”

Your heart drops into your stomach and you turn towards him, “Louis?”

He smiles and holds his arms out, “Come here.”

You immediately fall into his chest, definitely not like you thought. He wraps his arms around you, “I wish I would have known you were coming, I would seen you sooner.”

He leans back, “Wow you still look good.”

You smile and shake your head, “Wait, Niall didn’t tell you I was coming?”

Louis shakes his head, “Not at all. Didn’t even mention ya.”

“Hmm.” You look over at your friends and they give you a thumbs up. You laugh and look over at Louis, “So you been okay?”

He nods and talks to you as he glances back from you to Niall, “Yeah, great actually.. you’ll have to come to a show.” He smirks and looks at you.

You nod and smile, “Please. Yes.”

Louis stares at you for a few moments, the same thoughts about making it work with you run through his mind.

Throughout the show, you and Louis have gotten physically close.

It feels like you guys picked up right where you were supposed to.

You feel whole again, just like he does.

You knew you and Louis were going to be the talk of the fandom because you spotted some fans snapping some pictures and what not.

But you didn’t care.

You had Louis again and this time, you knew you’d do anything but let him go.

Niall starts to sing Story of My Life and Louis wraps his arm around your waist, holding you as he watches Niall perform the song that they used to sing together.

You watch Louis, smiling as you quietly sing along with the crowd.

He looks down at you and without hesitation, he plants his lips onto yours.

The fans that are closest to you absolutely go crazy and you can tell you’re being lit up by phone flashlights.

“You got any place to be after this?” Louis asks just loud enough. You smile and shake your head, “No where until tomorrow night.”

He nods, “Good, because I’ve been missin’ something special of yours.” He watches as you close your eyes and fight back a moan.

You nod and slowly look up at him, “yeah.. okay.”

He chuckles at you trying to keep yourself composed, “Fuck, I missed you.”

He pulls you back into his body and holds you close to him as Niall works towards finishing his show.

——

Niall stands on the stage, looking out at everyone.

He spots you and Louis holding onto each other in the crowd and points, causing the fans to scatter to look around.

He smiles and shakes his head as he walks over to grab his guitar. The fans go wild because they know what that means.

It’s gets quiet and Niall starts playing his guitar, “I'm like a crow on a wire.. You're the shining distraction that makes me fly.. Oh, home..”

You and Louis sway slowly to the sound of Niall’s singing.

“And yeah.” Niall sings and steps back to let the crowd sings.

“I let you use me from the day that we first met.. But I'm not done yet.. Falling for you, fool's gold”

You smile and look around in awe. Your gaze slowly meets Louis and you smile even bigger.

“But I don't regret.. Falling for you..” Louis sings to you as he brushes your cheek with his fingers.

You wanted to hate Niall for calling you out like this, but at the same time you wanted to hug him and thank him over and over again.

After the song ends and Niall leaves the stage, Louis grabs your hand and leads you out of the pit, your friends following behind you.

You make your way around, to backstage and Niall dances as he walks over to you. He points at your hands that are interlocked together and looks up at you and Louis with a huge smile, “I knew it would work.”

“You are such a liar! And you lied to me! That’s even worse, Niall.” You fake pout but can’t control your smile, “Thank you.”

“See, I knew you wouldn’t be mad.” Niall hugs you and Louis, “Now go. Catch up.” He gives you a wink, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You turn to your friends and y/f/n bats the air, “Go. We knew about for the longest time so we made plans.” She laughs, “You deserve this.”

“Okay, love you.” You blow her a kiss and wave to y/fbf/n. Louis keeps your hand in his as he leads you out to the car.

Of course there’s fans waiting to see if they see us leave together.

And they do.

You laugh as you get into the car, “These fans are sneaky little things aren’t they?”

Louis laughs and raises his eyebrows, “Oh, you have no idea, love. But they’re good though.”

You nod and look out of the window, luckily the windows are tinted dark enough to where they can’t see in.

Louis pulls you over to him and attaches his lips to yours. You lay your hand on his chest and he cups your cheek, “I’m so happy to see you.”

Louis kisses down your neck and you tilt your head, “I’m so happy to see you.” You run a hand through his hair.

You bite your lip as he sucks a purple mark into your neck, “I don’t know why I let you go.” He looks up at you.”

“I’m back.” You rest your forehead against his, “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He smiles and brushes his fingers through your hair, “We’re about to have the best sex ever, you know that right?”

You smirk and nod, “I do know that.” You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him.

You and Louis break apart when his driver clears his throat, “We’re at the hotel, Louis.”

“Ah, thank you.” He looks over at you, “Come on, love.”

You get out of the car and hold his hand all the way up to the hotel room. You guys felt like teenagers again, running through the hallways to be alone with each other.

He pushes the door open and pulls you in with him. He kicks the door shut and pulls you with him to the bed.

His hands never leave your body and his eyes never leave yours.

You sit down, pulling him down with you and he falls into you. His lips meet yours and they move in a quick rhythm against each other.

“Fuck.” He groans against your lips, “Didn’t know how bad I wanted you back until I saw you standing there across that arena.”

You lay your hand on his cheek and smile up at him, “Well, you got me.”

He bites his lip and nods, “Fuckin’ right I do.”

He flips you guys over and you straddle him as you giggle. You lift your shirt up over your head and toss it behind you. His eyes move over your body and he tilts his head, “No bra? That’s sexy.”

You laugh and lean down to kiss him. His hands drag down your back and squeeze your hips.

You grind down on him, moaning into his mouth as the bulge of his cock pushes against your thin panty covered pussy.

He tilts his head back and groans, “Shit, babe.” He grips your hips and pulls you towards the bed. You lay down and look up at him.

He undoes the button on your skirt and pulls it down your legs. Your legs instantly spread for him and he slides his hands up your legs, “Ah, ah. Gotta get these off of ya.”

He hooks his fingers into the band of your panties and you watch as he pulls them down.

Once they’re off, his hands lay on your knees and push your legs apart. He waist no time diving in, pushing his tongue past your folds and pushing it inside of you.

You moan and arch your back, hands immediately going to his hair. He moans against you, pulling you closer to him.

You tug on his hair, earning a groan from him.

“Y-yes, baby.” You whine out, “Fuck, fuck.”

He brings a hand up, slipping two fingers in to replace his tongue and he slowly builds up speed as he thrusts them in and out.

He watches you you move your hands to the sheets and pull at them, moaning as you feel I’m bringing you closer, “Fu-“

Louis leans down, circling his tongue with your clit. Your eyes roll back and close at the added pleasure, “F-fuck. Fuck.”

You look down at him and grab his shoulders, “Come here. I need you.”

He pulls his fingers out and sits up. He quickly takes his shirt off, throwing it, “Anything you want, my love.” He gives you a smirk and pushes his jeans down.

Your eyes flicker down to his cock and back up to his eyes with a smile forming on your lips.

He moves up to hover his body over yours and he rubs the tip of his cock against you before slipping in with a groan, “Fuckin’ hell.”

He places one hand on your thigh and squeezes. You moan as he pushes his cock fully in, resting there for a second as he looks down at you.

“So fucking good.” He moans lowly and dips his head down to kiss you as he starts to thrusts his hips. He quickly builds up to a fast, almost punishing pace.

Your back is arched and your chest is pressed against his. Your legs tighten around his waist and you wrap an arm around his neck, “Fuck, baby. Yes. Yesyesyes.”

He moans into your neck as you tighten your arm and legs around him, clenched his cock as you moan.

You become a whimpering mess under him.

“So pretty when you cum.” Louis whispers quietly as he rubs your thigh.

He grips it and flips both of you over, “Wanna watch you ride me.” He smirks as he raises his eyebrows, “Always one of my favorite things.”

You smirk and reach down to hold his cock steady as you sink back down onto him. Your eyes flutter closed and your lips part as you feel him fill you.

You start to slowly move your hips and open your eyes and look down at him, “Louis.” You moan out almost breathless.

“What baby?” Louis strokes your hips with his thumbs, “Tell me.”

You whimper and interlock your fingers with his as he grabs your hands, “I love you.”

He smiles and nods, “C’mere.”

You lean down and he presses his lips to yours as he squeezes your hands, “I love you.”

You smile and kiss him again, moaning into his mouth, “Close again.”

He lets go of your hands and sits you up, “Go on then.”

You smirk and bite your lip as he watches you. His eyes slowly move down and fixate on his cock being swallowed by your cunt, “Fuck, y/n.”

You moan and reach down to rub your clit. Louis moans and lays his head back, eyes still on you touching yourself.

“Fuck, fuck.” You tilt your head back and let out a long loud moan as you cum around his cock. He places his hands under your thighs to hold you up and steady as he thrust his hips up from below you.

You reach behind you and lay your hands on his shins, digging your nails in, moaning as he fucks you through your orgasm.

After a few moments, Louis’ thrusts become slow, quickly. You look at him, tilting your head as you let out a small moan as he cums inside of you.

He lays his head back, taking a deep breathe before looking at you, “Could do this all day.” He winks and watches as you lay next to him.

You lay your head on his arm, “We might just have to.”

“Ah, yeah, but your birthday is tomorrow, and we have dinner plans.”

Your mouth drops slightly, “What else don’t I know?” You laugh slightly, “we have until then.” You look up at him and give him a smile.

He sighs and thinks for a few moments, “Sold.” He leans down and kisses you before he leans back.

His eyes scan over, studying your face, “I’ve wanted you back since the minute you left.”

You nod, “I know how you feel. I bawled for weeks.”

“Aw, babe.” He pulls you in and hugs you, “I should have followed you.”

“I should have came back, or called you at least. I didn’t think you wanted to hear from me.” You sigh, “I’m sorry.”

“None of that, ya hear me. It’s no one fault.” Louis runs his hand over your hair, “I gotcha now.”

You smile and nod, “And I got you.” You look up and he looks down at you. He presses his lips to yours and smiles within the kiss.

“Oh!” You sit up and get up to go grab your phone out of your purse, “Wanna see something crazy?”

He nods and moves the blankets for when you come back over and you unlock your phone, tapping on the twitter icon.

First tweet that pops up is about you and Louis and you look over at him. He looks over the screen and shakes his head, “That’s always been crazy. How fast stuff goes around like that?”

You nod, “Agreed.”

You scroll through with Louis, looking at the pictures of you guys from Niall’s show.

“Oh that’s so cute. I’m stealing that.” You laugh as you screenshot and crop the photo.

“Send that to me.” Louis says smiling,

“Of course.”

He presses his lips to your temple and watches you as you go through the #Y/NandLouis hashtag.

@/LOUISFAN01: Y/N Y/L/N and Louis Tomlinson were seen arriving to the show separately. Met up during the show got a little cozy, then they were seen leaving together. What. Does. This. Mean?! #Y/NandLouis

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@/LOUISFAN2: Is Louis and y/n happening again? #Y/NandLouis

@/LOUISFAN3: Pleaseeeeee I pray to god that Niall brought this power couple back together. #Y/NandLouis

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A Love for the Ages CL16

A collection of short stories of yours and Charles unique love story through the ages

pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader // sibling!Pierre a/n: i have a lot of this already pre-written in my drafts so there will be scheduled uploads regularly - each short flashback in time will begin with the same intro you see below - if you want to be on a taglist lmk

All eyes were on you, the white wedding gown that clung perfectly to your body, your impeccably crafted hair paired with flawless glowing makeup. There was no denying you looked ethereal standing at the altar gazing into his familiar eyes: those eyes that had comforted you, cried with you, looked at you with desire, had burned with anger and softened with apologies. The eyes that have witnessed dark days and brighter ones now bore into your own; you saw a flash of anticipation in them waiting for you to mutter the two words joining you together forever. Those eyes transported you back through everything that led you here, to this altar, holding his hands, about to embark on forever.

8 years old

You were a typical eight-year-old with lots of friends who all obsessed over the latest boyband, your parents’ victims to hours of being the audience for your self-choreographed dance routines to a variety of songs. You were lucky, in hindsight, to have so many friends around you at a young age. Sleepovers were your favourite thing to do for birthdays; Pierre, your older brother, was always allowed to have his own friend over for company whenever you had a sleepover. It was a rule that annoyed you at first - sleepovers were an only girls allowed territory - but Pierre and his chosen friend typically locked themselves in his room and played on his gaming console so you knew he wouldn’t interrupt.

You were running around behind your mother in an effort to help before your friends arrived; your mother was ensuring there was enough room for their sleeping bags, double checking the fridge was full of enough food and drink cartons and accepted your idea of placing the CD player in the spare room so you had enough room to practice your dance routines in private before the big show you would unveil later in the night.

“Charles is here!” Pierre exclaimed as he darted past you toward the front door to let him in. You followed your mother, choosing to linger in the nearest doorway as she greeted Charles’s parents taking his overnight bag from them and welcoming him into the house. You vaguely recognised Charles' round face from one of Pierre's racing weekends.

“Here you are, Charles. Have fun you two!” You spotted a hand ruffle the top of his brown head of hair, another handing him a gift bag he shyly took. Your mother and his parents exchanged numbers in case of emergency before closing the door. Charles stood with a gift bag adorned with a pink bow in his hand when he spotted you staring his way curiously; Pierre’s friends were usually all older than you but Charles looked younger, he had an innocence in his eyes that matched your own.

“Pierre said it was your birthday, so this is for you – happy birthday,” Charles politely spoke, walking toward you, the bag with the pink bow held out in front of him. Looking between the gift bag and your mother she silently encouraged you to give your thanks and ushered the three of you into the front room to place the gift bag on an empty table.

“We’ll put any presents here for now - that’s so kind of you Charles, thank you,” your mother reiterated, not quite satisfied with your shy mumblings of appreciation you gave. None of Pierre’s friends had ever brought you a gift before so this one was already your favourite out of them all.

“Let’s go upstairs and play my new game!” Pierre was already visibly bored, bounding up the stairs, Charles followed behind politely and gave you a small friendly smile you shyly turned away from.

“Let’s put some music on shall we? Your friends should be here soon,” your mother turned on the CD player you had already set up with three CDs to rotate between that would earn approval from your friends. You took the opportunity to peek inside the lone gift bag on the table, glittering pink wrapping paper in the shape of a box sat inside. You wondered what the strange new boy with brown floppy hair had bought you when he didn’t even know you.

Charles had undoubtedly intrigued you from the moment you first met him.