Hips Don’t Lie

Valentine’s Day Headcannons pt. 1

summary: how the drivers would celebrate Valentine’s Day with you

Drivers include Charles leclerc, lando Norris, Oscar piastri, Logan Sargeant, Lewis Hamilton

A/N: SO SORRY, I have 2 part time jobs which equals to a full time job and I only have one day off so…your girl has been busy. Part 2 with Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, and Daniel Ricciardo will be released in a few days and I’ll tag anyone who’s interested

Charles Leclerc

Charles asks you to be his valentine on February 1st, the man was READY. I believe he would have Leo wake you up and there would be a card pinned to his little sweater telling you to go to the kitchen.

You go into the kitchen and there are a bouquet of flowers and a few heart balloons. You then feel Charles’s hands on your waist as he hugs you from behind.

“Be my Valentine.” Charles said and of course you agree, thanking him for the surprise.

On the actual day, you’ll go somewhere pet friendly to include Leo. If it’s not too cold, you’ll go on the yacht, spend the day out in the ocean, he would have prepared (ordered) food for the two of you to eat, and maybe when it’s night time, you two stay out and there would be fireworks on display over the water.

“Did you plan that?” You asked, carrying also so he can see as well.

“Maybe. What’s the good of money if you can’t use it?” Charles asked rhetorically, making you giggle.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Charles said. He leaned in to kiss you only to get Leo licking his face. He laughed, took Leo out of your hands to place him on the floor. He leaned in to kiss you again but you stopped him.

“Im not kissing you like that.” You tell him. Charles then sprints to the yacht bathroom to wash his face. He Comes back with his face slightly damp but he grabs you by your waist to kiss you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mon coeur.” Charles said.

Lando Norris

With Lando, i believe he’s the type to surprise you the day of. If you work a 9 to 5 office job (like me), you get up, get dressed, and go to work. You and lando don’t live together but he knows your schedule.

Lando has paid for a flower delivery service to send a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers to your office at 9:10. By that time, you’re all settled in your desk, you’re logged into your computer, and all of a sudden you hear…

“Delivery for Y/N.” The delivery guy said.

“That’s me.” You get up from your desk to greet the man that’s carrying the bouquet thats already in a vase.

“Sign here.” You do so. “Thank you.” He leaves. You place the bouquet on your desk and read the note inside.

Happy Valentine’s Day, darling. More surprises to come, i love you.

You smiled reading the card and called Lando immediately.

“Hello, sunshine.” Lando greeted after one ring.

“You remembered.” You said

“Of course I did, I can’t forget Valentine’s Day now that i have a Valentine, now can I? You like the flowers?” Lando asked.

“Yes, oh my gosh, they’re beautiful.” You say with a smile on your face.

“That’s good to hear, you’ll be getting more surprises.” Lando said and hung up before you could ask.

20 minutes later there was another delivery but it was your favorite coffee order and a pastry from the cafe you always go to. When it was your lunch break, you got a delivery from your favorite restaurant. You called Lando to thank him.

When you went home after work, there he was in your apartment, wearing a suit, holding a single rose in one hand, and a dress bag in the other.

“What’s all this?” You asked him, putting your stuff down.

“We are going out to eat. The reservation is in 2 hours so that gives you enough time to shower of you want, and shower.” Lando said and you kissed him.

“You’re the best.” You took a shower before getting dressed in what lando bought you. It was the dress you were eyeing that one time you went out shopping with him for a new dress shirt to wear for the FÍA ceremony. You stepped out of the bedroom fully dressed and made up. Lando’s jaw dropped when he saw you.

“How do i look?” You asked

“Breathtaking. How did I get so lucky?” Lando asked before kissing you. “Let’s go.”

Oscar Piastri

Like Charles, he’ll ask you to be his Valentine like a week before the date, you woke up to Valentine’s Day cookies that Hattie definitely convinced him to make for you. Since you guys love together, you keep asking him where he’s taking you.

“It’s a surprise, darling.” Oscar would said and that makes you roll your eyes because you hate surprises.

Y’all live in London for work so Oscar had the great idea to take you to Pooh Corner in Hartfield, somewhere you always wanted to go but en ever found the time to. So he told you to put on a cute but casual dress, which you agreed to. He walked you to the car and told you to put on a blindfold.

“You’re kidding, right?” You asked him. Oscar shook his head.

“Nope, put it on, I told you it was a surprise.” Oscar said, handing you over the blindfold. You hesitantly put it on and when Oscar drove to Hartfield, you were fast asleep (car rides make me sleepy). When the cat stopped, Oscar gently woke you up

“We’re here, darling, you can take it off.” Oscar said, you stirred awake and took of the blindfold, the Sign saying “Pooh corner” directly in your face.

“Ah, no way, I can’t believe we’re here. Oh it’s gonna be so cute, thank you, sharkbait.” You said and he chuckled at your nickname for him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Love. Let’s go in, I’m starving.” Oscar said and they got out of the car, he obviously opened up the door for you, and helped you out. He was ever the gentleman.

Logan Sargeant

The beloved frat boy asked you to be his valentine over a game of pool when you were hanging out with his friends and their girlfriends. Because of the way he asked you, you’d think that Valentine’s Day with him wouldn’t be like a big deal to him.

You were wrong. As soon as you woke up, he was making breakfast for you, even learned to make a Frappuccino so you can have your morning sweet treat.

“Aw babe, you didn’t have to.” You said as you looked at the heart shaped pancakes.

“I wanted to, baby.” Logan said, giving you a quick peck on the lips before serving himself scrambled eggs.

When lunch time rolled around, he made you a panini to hold you over until he was finished cooking the Valentine’s Day dinner. He still had to buy the ingredients because he was busy looking for the recipe to your favorite meal. Once he bought it, he started prepping.

“Do you need help, babe?” You asked him.

“I got it, princess. Have a glass of wine.” Logan to,d you.

“Ooh, glass of wine while I watch you cook? Don’t mind if I do.” You said before you served yourself wine. It took Logan about 2 hours to prep and cook but it was worth it because he even lit a candle. “This is so romantic.”

“Only the best for you. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Logan said, kissing you over the counter.

Lewis Hamilton

Now Lewis is glamorous, okay? We love him for that, the man asked you to be his valentine while y’all went shopping. It was very casual too, but you loved it.

“Hey, while we’re here, why don’t you get your nails? I’ll give you the money.” Lewis said,

“Why would I get my nails done?” You asked because you usually don’t do it, preferring to paint your nails yourself.

“Don’t you want pretty nails when I take you out for Valentines Day?” Lewis asked. It took you a second to realize what he said but you smiled.

“I’d love to be your valentine, honey.” You said, giving him a peck on the cheek before taking his money to get your nails done. Obviously Lewis picked what color nails you should get, choosing a Ferrari red,

2 days before valentines day, he surprised you with hotel reservations in Paris. You were going to spend Valentine’s Day in Paris with Lewis and you were beyond excited. Lewis already packed your bag and all you needed to do was go downstairs because there was a car waiting to take you guys to the airport.

When you guys were in Paris, you went to the louvre, the Eiffel Tower, did all the touristy things because you never been to Paris. Later that evening, he took you to a restaurant, very good, the food was delicious, and over dinner, he gifted you a necklace.

“Oh my god, Lewis, it’s beautiful.” You said, kissing him. You pulled out your gift for him as well, it was a watch with a matching ring. “I know you have a lot but..”

“I love it, thank you.” Lewis said. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, it was the best one I could ask for.” You told him.

Meet and Greet

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Single Mom! Reader

Summary: Y/N takes her 4 year old daughter to the Canadian Grand Prix to meet her favorite driver, Charles Leclerc

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, inaccuracies involving F1

A/N: i Don’t know if there are properly organized meet and greets but I’ve seen some videos on TikTok where drivers are at a table and they are autographing things so

Y/N and her daughter Vidia were online to meet Charles Leclerc.

“Mami, how much longer?” Vidia whined

“Bebé, te quiero, but It’s a long line to meet him, okay. Just be patient.” Y/N said and Vidia groaned. “Do you want chips? I brought you chips.” Y/N said looking in her bag and pulling out a mini bag of lays, opening it for her.

“Yay!” Vidia said and grabbed the bag and started eating. Half an hour later, they are finally in front of Charles Leclerc. Vidia is shaking her mom’s hand in excitement.

“Well hello, little one, what is your name?” Charles asked the girl.

“Hi, my name is Vidia.” Vidia spoke softly. Charles smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you Vidia.” Charles said, signing his photo and he looked up to see Y/N. “And what is your name?”

“Oh I’m Y/N.” Y/N replied.

“She’s my Mami!” Vidia said.

“Really? And where are you guys from?” Charles asked.

“New York. We’re here on vacation with my parents.” Y/N said.

“That sounds like fun.” Charles said.

“Mami, can i take a picture with him?” Vidia asked, looking back at Y/N.

“You have to ask him, princesa.” Y/N said and Vidia looked back at Charles with wide eyes.

“Yes, we can take a picture.” Charles said. “Is it okay if I carry her?”

“By all means go ahead, it will make her day.” Y/N said and Charles carried Vidia and Y/N snaps the picture. “Thank you so much, Charles.” Y/N said as Charles puts Vidia down and Vidia went to hold Y/N’s hand. “Good luck in practice.” Y/N was about to walk away when Charles stopped her.

“How about you guy stay at the Ferrari hospitality, I could give you passes.” Charles said.

“Yes! Di que sí mami, porfis.” Vidia begged Y/N.

“Ay vidia, espera. Charles, you Don’t have to do that.” Y/N said.

“But I want to. Anything for the cutest Ferrari fan.” Charles said squatting down to Vidia’s level. “What do you say, Vidia? Think you can convince your mom to go to the hospitality?”

“Mami, please, please, please, please, please, please.” Vidia begged.

“Okay, okay, we’ll go to the Ferrari hospitality.” Y/N said.

“Yes!” Vidia exclaimed. Charles went to Fred and he gave Charles 2 passes. Charles put the pass on Vidia and on Y/N

“There you go, I’ll meet you guys there.” Charles said. “Fred, can you show them to the hospitality?”

“Sure thing, follow me.” Fred said and he led the Y/N and Vidia to the hospitality where there is a couch, TV, and a little kitchen with food.

Carlos stared at Charles while he was signing things.

“What mate?” Charles asked.

“You like her.” Carlos teased.

“Do not.” Charles said.

“Cabrón, you’re a nice guy, but you are not that nice to give two people passes and say they can hang at the hospitality. You’re trying to get some Milf action.” Carlos said laughing.

“You are so vulgar.” Charles said.

“But you didn’t deny it. The mom is gorgeous thiugh, you should go for it, you haven’t dated anyone since Charlotte.” Carlos said.

“I don’t want her to think I’m being nice just to get in her pants.” Charles said.

“Aren’t you?” Carlos said.

“No! They came all the way from New York, I might as well give Vidia a good time at the Grand Prix.” Charles said.

“Okay then.” Carlos dropped the subject

Vidia was enjoying the hospitality, eating chicken fingers and French fries with her mom as Y/N called her dad.

“Hola papi. Sí, estoy con la niña en el hospitality de Ferrari, muy lindo por cierto. No sé cuánto nos vamos a demorar. Según esto, la segunda práctica termina a las 6 de la noche, pero luego hay las entrevistas con los pilotos y como Charles Leclerc nos dio los pases, no sé cuándo regresamos al hotel. Sí papi, estamos bien. Te marco luego, bye.” Y/N hung up on her dad. When she hung up, she saw Charles entering the hospitality.

“Charles!” Vidia said, getting off the chair to hug Charles. Charles hugged her back.

“Hello Vidia, how are you liking the hospitality?” Charles asked squatting down.

“The food is good.” Vidia said and Charles laughed.

“Yeah I bet it is, you were in line for a long time, you must have been hungry.” Charles said.

“Yeah, but mami carries chips in her bag.” Vidia said.

“Does she now?” Charles asked and Y/N got up to talk to them.

“Vidia hates waiting in line so I always carry snacks for her.” Y/N said and Vidia nodded.

“I hate waiting in line too, I get so bored.” Charles said and Vidia laughed. Charles stood up. “So why couldn’t your husband be with you today?” ‘Subtle, Charles’ he scolded himself in his mind.

“Ah, Vidia’s father is not in the picture.” Y/N said.

“How come?” Charles asked. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Nah it’s fine. He relinquished his parental rights, he said he wasn’t fit to be a father and he’s right.” Y/N said.

“Well practice doesn’t start for another hour, so you want to see the car?” Charles asked Vidia and she was jumping in excitement.

“Are you sure that’s allowed?” Y/N asked.

“I’ve done it before.” Charles said and they walked to the garage where the car was and Vidia was ecstatic, bouncing off the walls in excitement.

“Mami, mami, Can i please get in the car?” Vidia asked with wide eyes.

“Ask Charles, princesa, It’s his after all.” Y/N said and now Vidia gave charles puppy dog eyes.

“Sure thing, princess.” Charles said, lifting Vidia to place her in the car and he started showing her all the buttons on the wheel and what they do. “So Vidia, how did a little princess like you get into formula 1?”

“Mi abuelo! He’s a big fan of Fernando Alonso. Verdad que sí, mami?” Vidia asked.

“Yeah, my dad got me into racing when I was about Vidia’s age, watching Fernando Alonso race with Jenson Button. Obviously we are cheering for Checo too, but..” Y/N trailed off.

“You’re our favorite!” Vidia exclaimed.

“Really?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, really. I showed her your 2019 Monza race.” Y/N admitted.

“He won in Spa! He wins in Monza!” Vidia shouted in her best announcer voice and Charles just smiled and laughed, it was absolutely adorable having such a young fan.

“That’s was very good, Vidia, maybe you could be a commentator for Sky Sports.” Charles said.

“Maybe.” Vidia said. Charles helped Vidia out of the car and she ran to the couch to sit and look around.

“Thank you for this, Charles, she will probably talk about this when we see my dad.” Y/N said.

“How about I take you two somewhere after free practice.” Charles offered.

“Why would you do that for people you don’t even know?” Y/N asked.

“Is it so wrong to get to know a fan and her beautiful mom?” Charles asked flirtatiously.

“I guess not if you are really interested and not just looking to get your dick wet.” Y/N said and Charles put his hand on his chest.

“I would never, I don’t believe in one night stands, I’m a relationship guy.” Charles said.

“This isn’t PR?” Y/N asked.

“Just a guy really interested in a girl and wants to get to know her.” Charles said.

“I guess we have a date after free practice, with Vidia of course.” Y/N said.

“Even better!” Charles said looking back at Vidia who is snacking on Y/N’s purse chips.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! I’ve seen fanfics where Y/N is a mom but it’s always to a son, never a daughter, so I gave y’all a daughter.

It is such a cute story and there are random times during the day, like today, that I think about this fic specifically

I remember that fight, 2:30 am

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom worries about your relationship when he realizes you never fight

Masterlist

“Look at this picture she just sent me.” Tom smiled proudly as he showed his phone to Harrison. Harrison looked over and saw a picture you had texted Tom of you and Tessa in your bed. “We can’t wait for you to come home” was written under the picture.

“I hate you.” Harrison scoffed and looked away.

“You’re just jealous.” Tom sighed happily as he went to text you back.

“Yeah. I am jealous. You have the most unrealistically perfect relationship any of us have ever seen and insist on rubbing it in our faces on a daily basis.” Harrison said with a roll of his eyes.

“More like hourly basis.” Harry added.

“I can’t help it.” Tom shrugged. “I’m in love.”

“We know.” Tuwaine mumbled under his breath.

“I guess I can’t even blame him. I’d probably be the same way if I fell in love.” Harry said as he looked around at the group.

“Really? You haven’t been in love before?” Tuwaine asked in surprised.

“Never. Not even close.” Harry shrugged. “I never date a girl long enough to fall in love. I guess I have pretty high standards.”

“I don’t. My dick has led me places I wouldn’t even go with a gun.” Tuwaine said, making all the boys roll their eyes.

“Oh God.” Harrison chuckled and covered his face. Tuwaine smiled proudly at the reaction he got until he noticed Sam wasn’t laughing.

“What’s wrong with you? That was hilarious and you didn’t even crack a smile. You’ve been quiet all night.” Tuwaine asked as he nudged Sam.

“Sorry guys. I’m just a little distracted. I think Chrissy and I broke up. We had a huge fight last night.” Sam frowned and rubbed his eyes.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You guys are great together.” Harry assured his brother.

“I don’t know about this time. It was really bad. Like really bad.” Sam sighed.

“I’m sure it wasn’t bad enough for a breakup.” Tom tried to comfort him.

“I don’t know. You know when you have one of those huge blowout fights that come out of nowhere?” Sam asked sadly.

“Not really.” Tom shrugged.

“Yes you do. It’s like when you say one thing that’s kinda uncalled for and she has a comeback that pisses you off and then you get smart with her and just starting bringing up shit that has nothing to do with the original fight.”

“Yep.” Harrison nodded. “And then you forget what the fight was even about because you’re way more focused on winning the fight then actually listening to her. You know those fights.”

“No.” Tom realized. “I don’t know those fights.”

“Tom, come on. It’s just us. You can be real with us.” Harrison assured him.

“I am being real.” Tom insisted. “We don’t fight like that.”

“You’ve had to have one of those fights that makes you want to break up and start over with someone else until you’ve calmed down and you’re like “oh wait, I love her. I’m lost without her”. And then you beg for forgiveness because being right isn’t worth losing her.”

“We don’t fight like that.” Tom shook his head. “We don’t really fight at all.”

“Ever?” Tuwaine asked skeptically.

“No. Never.”

“Come on. All couples fight.” Sam insisted.

“Not us. I value her opinion, even if it’s different from mine. I listen to what she has to say and she does the same for me. No fights break out when you know how to communicate.” Tom said with a proud shrug. He thought he would impress the boys, but instead, everyone looked at each other and laughed.

“What? What’s funny?” Tom wondered.

“Tom, it doesn’t matter how well you communicate. Fights are always gonna happen. They cannot be avoided.” Harrison told him.

“Not necessarily.” Tom shrugged.

“Yes necessarily.” Harrison insisted. “Because sometimes, you just need to yell. You just need to disagree and scream at someone. And sometimes you’re actually mad at your significant other and sometimes, they just happened to be there when you needed to let out some steam. It happens. Then you apologize and get over it. But it still happened.”

“Sometimes you don’t apologize. And then they hold on to it. And then they start to hate you.” Harry said with a grimace.

“Yep. Girls are really good at remembering things because they used to gather berries in caveman time. It’s in the DNA. They can pin pint every thing you’ve ever done wrong and every time you didn’t apologize. It’s scary how intelligent they are.” Tuwaine added.

“Tell me about it.” Sam sighed.

“Maybe that’s your girlfriends, but Y/n is different.” Tom told them. “She’s intelligent but she doesn’t use it against me. We just don’t fight.”

“There is no way you and Y/n don’t fight. All couples fight.” Harry insisted.

“Not us. I guess we’re just perfect.” Tom said with another smug expression. Everyone laughed again and Tom’s smile dropped.

“What? What is your problem this time?” Tom groaned.

“Tom, if you’re not fighting, something is wrong.” Tuwaine told him.

“What? Nothings wrong. Why would you think that?” Tom asked his friends.

“Because no two people, no matter how much they love each other, get along 100% of the time. If you’re not fighting, something is missing.” Harry said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“Like what?” Tom began to worry.

“Maybe she doesn’t pick fights because she doesn’t see the point.” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah. Maybe she says everything is okay when it really isn’t because she doesn’t think a fight is worth it.” Tuwaine agreed. Tom thought about what they said and slowly put things together.

“You mean… she doesn’t think I’m worth it, don’t you?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Harry said with a sympathetic smile.

“Oh.” Tom said and looked down at the floor. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as all the boys looked at each other.

“You know what I was thinking about the other day? The apartment from ICarly. It was huge and had multiple floors, including a huge studio. It was right across the hallway from Freddie’s apartment but I think his was just one floor. How did Spencer, a freelance artist, afford such a big place?” Harry asked to change the subject. All the boys started talking about how they afforded it while Tom continued to stare at the floor, deep in thought.

Around 2 am, Tom pulled into his driveway and went inside his house. You were sitting on the couch with Tessa on your lap and an old romantic comedy on the TV. Tom stood in the doorway for a minute and watched you, getting a sad feeling in his chest. It was a Friday night and you were watching a romantic movie alone while he went out with his friends. One of you had to be home to watch Tessa and you had offered to do it so that Tom could have a night out. It made him sad to think of you putting on the movie and watching it by yourself with no one to laugh along with. It wasn’t the first time you stayed home with the dog so that Tom could stay out all night either. It was a common occurrence but Tom couldn’t remember if he had ever thanked you for doing that. He knew you should be pissed off at him, but somehow weren’t.

“Hey.” Tom said as he joined you on the couch. He kissed you hello before kissing Tessa some scratches behind the ear.

“Hey. How was it?” You asked as you hit pause on your movie.

“It was good. It’s always nice to see them.” Tom said as he noticed the half eaten bowl of popcorn on the table. If he had stayed home with you, the bowl would’ve been empty because you would’ve had someone to share it with. Instead, he had left you there all alone, making his guilt build.

“Sorry I didn’t text you about how late I’d be.” He said as he tore his eyes away from the bowl.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you had fun.”

“I did. But still. I should’ve been more considerate and told you when to expect me home so you weren’t sitting up waiting for me all night.“ Tom said as he carefully watched your reaction to see if you were upset.

“I don’t mind waiting up. I just like to know you made it home safe.”

“Well thank you. And thank you for watching Tessa too. I really appreciate it.” Tom said before pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

“Aw. You’re welcome.” You smiled and rested your head on his chest. Tom rested his head on top of yours as another sinking feeling settled in his stomach. You seemed so happy to hear him say he appreciated you, which made him realize how little he said that. He picked the remote off your lap and hit play on the movie so that you could finish it together.

The next day, Tom was playing video games on the couch while you hastily gathered your things and threw them into your bag.

“I’m running super late. Can you put the dishwasher on after you eat?” You asked as you frantically buttoned your coat.

“Yeah. Sure.” Tom replied without looking up from his screen.

“Thanks. And can you take the chicken out if the freezer around 5? It should be defrosted by the time I get home.”

“No problem.”

“You’re the best. Bye. Love you.“ You kissed Tom’s head before running out of the house.

“Love you.” He called back and went back to his game.

A few hours later, Tom heard the front door open. He hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch as he fiddled with the buttons on his controller.

“Hi honey. I’m home.” You said as you walked over to the couch to kiss Tom hello.

“Hi. How was work?” Tom asked you.

“I’ve had better days. I’m just happy to be home. It was a long day.” You sighed and set your bag down. You opened the dishwasher to get out some plates and saw that it was exactly the way you left it that morning.

“Oh.” You said and shut the door.

“What?” Tom wondered.

“You didn’t run the dishwasher?” You asked him with a disappointment smile.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I totally forgot.” Tom realized as he got off the couch.

“It’s okay. I’ll run it now. We can just use bowls for dinner.” You sighed and got some bowls out of the cabinet.

“Right…..Dinner.” Tom gulped and looked at the empty counter top.

“You didn’t take the chicken out, did you?” You asked when you heard his tone.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve been so wrapped up in my game. We can take it out now.” Tom tried to fix his mistake and got the chicken out of the freezer.

“Yeah. We can. But it’s not defrosted so it’s not really gonna do much.”

“I’m sorry.” Tom realized you were right and put the chicken back.

“Yeah. You said that.” You sighed and rubbed your tired eyes. Tom nervously chewed his lip as he looked at you, sure that you were gonna yell this time.

“It’s fine. I probably would’ve forgotten too. I should’ve written it down for you.” You said after a minute.

“No. It’s my fault.” Tom insisted. “I should’ve done what you asked me to do.”

“We can just order Chinese food or something.” You shrugged and pulled your phone out to place the order.

“Are you mad?”

“No. I’m not mad.” You replied, making Tom frown. He knew you should be mad and was worried that you weren’t. He thought about the conversation he had with his friends the day before and gulped.

“Are you sure? It’s okay if you are. You can yell at me. I can take it.”

“I’m not gonna yell at you.” You laughed like that was silly to suggest.

“But you had a long day and you’re exhausted and you had to come home to see that I didn’t do any of the things you asked me to do because I was sitting on my ass playing video games all day.” Tom said, growing slightly frustrated now over that fact that you weren’t frustrated.

“It’s fine, Tom. I’m too tired to cook anyway. It’s actually better that we’re ordering food.”

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” Tom asked skeptically, almost hoping you’d say yes.

“I’m sure. Besides, we have that dinner with my parents on Friday. The restaurant is literally known for the chicken. We don’t want to get sick of eating chicken before the dinner.”

“Okay. You’re right.” Tom nodded and sat back down. He watched as you started the dishwasher and let out a little sigh. If you were angry over this, his worried his friends might be right about you not thinking he was worth it.

Come Thursday, Tom had to go to set for a reshoot. He promised you he’d be back in time for dinner with your parents and had every intention of keeping his promise. But when he got home early Saturday morning and found you sitting alone at the kitchen table, he realized he fucked up.

“Oh my God. The dinner. I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.” Tom covered his mouth his mouth with his hand.

“I know.” You said without looking up at him.

“How was it? Were your parents mad?” Tom asked as he slid into the seat across from you.

“No. I told them you were sick.”

“Oh. Okay.” Tom nodded and watched your face carefully for a reaction. You finally looked up at him and sucked in a sharp breath before letting out a frustrated laugh.

“You know, this dinner was really important to me. I’ve been talking about it all week. I put it on the calendar with a huge circle around it. And I put a reminder on your phone. You promised me you wouldn’t miss it. You promised you’d get home on time. How could you forget?”

“I don’t know. I’m so so sorry. We were doing this one scene and it kept going wrong and we finally got it right but then the audio cut out and we had to do it all over again. I’m so sorry. I should’ve called you as soon as we went overtime.”

“Yeah. That would’ve been nice.” You rolled your eyes and got up from the table. This was the first time you were showing actual annoyance with Tom and he was starting ti get nervous.

“Can we reschedule? Maybe we can go out with them tomorrow.” Tom suggested in a desperate attempt to make things right.

“They leave tomorrow, Tom.” You sighed. “They were only in town for a few days. I’ve told you this.”

“Right. I’m sorry.” He said again as he watched your face. You looked at him for a minute and he thought you might scream, but you just sighed instead.

“It’s fine.“ You said and started to walk away.

“Are you mad?” Tom asked as he followed after you.

“No. I’m not mad.” You replied, making Tom stop in his tracks.

“Why not?” He asked, sounding a little annoyed. You turned around and looked at him in surprise.

“Why not?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah. Why aren’t you mad?”

“Um, do you want me to be mad?” You asked with a confused laugh.

“Yes! I do actually!” Tom raised his voice. “I want you to be mad. I want you to yell at me. I did a really shitty thing to you and it wasn’t okay. You should be mad at me.”

“Fine, Tom. You know what? I am mad at you.”

“Then why aren’t you yelling at me?” Tom shouted, making your face fall.

“Why are you yelling at me? What did I do wrong?” You asked quietly.

“You didn’t know anything wrong. I’m just frustrated. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice.” Tom said in a softer tone as he approached you. He reached out to touch you but you took a step back.

“But you did.” You said as you held yourself in your arms. Tom noticed your behavior and stepped back to give you space.

“Because you never do.” Tom said quietly. “Don’t you think it’s weird that we never fight?”

“We never fight because I don’t want to us fight. I could scream at you every time you do something shitty, but I don’t want to do that. I let it go specifically for the sake of avoiding a fight.”

“But that’s not healthy. You can’t just repress your feelings every time I piss you off. You need to let that out. You need to start a fight.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to fight.” You said as you tried to walk away again. Tom followed after you, not ready to drop the topic yet.

“Why not?” Tom shouted. “Why don’t you ever want to fight?”

“Because I’m sick of fighting! I’ve been fighting my whole life! I’m over it. I’m done. I don’t want to do that anymore, okay? I don’t want to fight anyone ever again.” You shouted back, stunning Tom to silence. It was the first time you had ever raised your voice at him and he didn’t know how to react. You both blinked in surprise as a silence settled in the room.

“What are you talking about?” Tom asked quietly.

“Nothing.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “Can we just drop this? Please?”

“I can’t drop this. I need to know why we never fight. Because if it’s for the reason I think it is then I need to know that right now.”

“What reason are you thinking?” You frowned and folded your arms. Tom looked at you for a second as he chewed his bottom lip.

“My friends put this idea in my head that maybe….” He trailed off and looked down at the ground.

“Maybe you don’t fight with me because you don’t think this relationship is worth fighting for.” Tom said without looking up. He held his breath as he anxiously waited for you to confirm his worse nightmares. Instead, he heard soft footsteps as you walked over to him. You placed your hands on either side of his face and lifted it up so he could look at you.

“Tommy, that’s no true. That’s not true at all.” You said in a soft voice as you rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks.

“Then why don’t you fight for us?” He asked quietly.

“Come here.” You nodded towards the couch before taking him by the hand and sitting down with him. You held on to his hand and closed your eyes as he looked at you expectantly.

“My dad used to yell a lot.” You said and slowly looked up at Tom. He gave you a gentle nod to assure you that he was ready to listen.

“He didn’t like me. He used to, at some point. But once I hit puberty, he didn’t like me anymore. Once I started having my own opinions and my own personality, he stopped liking me. I don’t really know what happened but something just changed. We used to do these “daddy daughter day” things where’d we’d spend the day together. Now I dread being alone in a room with him. I can’t talk to him. It’s like I don’t even know him. He feels like a total stranger and I literally have to struggle to make small talk. And part of me is sad because he tries to talk to me but I don’t really know what to say back. He makes an effort to start conversations but I barely say anything. I feel bad about it but I know why I do it and I can’t stop.”

“Why do you do it?” Tom asked quietly as he squeezed your hand.

“Because I resent him. I resent him so much.” You admitted as an embarrassed tear fell down your face. Tom wiped your tear with his free hand and continued to listen.

“He was always so loud. Always yelling, always picking fights, always screaming and throwing things and banging on walls. He never hit any of us but sometimes, I really thought he would. It was so easy to set him off. I never wanted to say anything as a kid because I was so scared of sending him into another yelling rage. It’s scary watching a grown man scream and punch tables and slam doors. It was scary when I was little and it’s scary now. That’s why I can’t speak to him. I hate him for scaring me my whole life. I hate him for how loud and angry he was. No matter what he does now, I will never forget what he did back then. He’s given me everything I ever needed but he was mean. He was a mean man. And I never, ever wanted to be like him. That’s why I don’t yell at you or raise my voice. I never want to scare you the way he scared me. I never want to make you feel the way he made me feel. And I never wanted you to raise your voice at me in return. That’s why I don’t pick fights or get mad at you. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to yell or scream. I don’t want to be like my parents. I resented my mom for staying with him. I resented her for allowing him to stay because I knew, even as a little kid, I knew that your partner isn’t supposed to treat you that way. You shouldn’t have to be scared in your own home. You shouldn’t have to get scolded by a grown ass man for making a decision. I hated their relationship and promised myself I would never end up like them. So I’m sorry if it bothers you that I don’t yell. I’m sorry if you want us to fight. But I can’t fight you, Tom. I don’t have any fight left.”

You sat in silence for a moment and held your breath for every second of it. You braced yourself for the goodbye, because that was all you had even known, but Tom caught you by surprise. He reached out and put his hand on your face, slowly tilting it up to look at him.

“We don’t have to fight, baby doll. Not if you don’t want to. But if I do something wrong, you need to tell me. And you can do that without raising your voice or starting a fight. But you can’t just let me get away with things for the sake of keeping the peace. Because if you keep doing that, you’re just gonna end up resenting me too.”

“I know. I know that deep down.” You sighed. “But I just don’t want to risk it. I don’t want to correct you because I don’t want you to react badly. What I do works. We don’t fight. We don’t go to bed angry. And we don’t scream at each other. It works.”

“It works for now. But it won’t work forever. What I did today, missing the dinner with your parents, that was a really shitty thing to do. It’s even worse now that I know how nervous your dad makes you. I should’ve been there.”

“Yeah. You should’ve.” You smiled sadly.

“And next time, I will be.” He promised you. “And I’m gonna start doing things the first time you ask me too. And texting you when I know I’ll be out late. I’m going to be a better boyfriend for you. I’m gonna be a better man.”

“I’d like that.” You said as your sad smile turned into a hopeful one.

“Me too.” Tom returned the smile. “And since we’re talking about things the other does, I just have one little complaint.”

“Oh, okay. What is it?”

“You leave every single cabinet-“

“Don’t start.” You immediately cut him off.

“-open and I just don’t understand it.” He continued. “I don’t understand why you can’t just close them when you’re done.”

“If I’m gonna go in there again later, why would I close it?”

“You do this with the drawers too in our bedroom. They’re all open. All the time.”

“Because I’m gonna go back in there later.”

“So close it and open it up when you need it go back in there.”

“Why would I do that when I could just leave it open?” You shrugged, making Tom rub his tired eyes.

“Oh my God. You were right. We should just keep all of this inside.” He said through a tired laugh. You laughed as well and felt the tension in the room dissipate.

“I’ll close the cabinets if it means that much to you.” You told him as you squeezed his hand.

“And I’ll kill your dad if it means that much to you.” He said in the same gentle tone.

“I would appreciate that.” You laughed, making Tom laugh as well.

“So we’re good?” He asked hopefully.

“We’re good.” You told him. “Starting tomorrow, we’ll do better.”

The next day, Tom came home late to find you on the couch with Tessa asleep in your lap. He put his hand over his mouth when he realized he went back on the promises you made just mere hours ago.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I totally forgot to text you. I’m so…” Tom trailed off when he looked around the kitchen as saw multiple drawers and cabinets open. He looked at you and you gave him a sheepish smile.

“We’ll start tomorrow.” You said in unison.

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Too Clingy

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: Y/N overhears Xavier telling Ajax that she’s too clingy so she decides to distance herself from him a while.

Warning: probably none

A/N: Ajax calls Y/N “mama” (just cuz I think every guy calls a Latina ‘mama’ but also because of a beast boy and raven edit) and Y/N calls Ajax “Papito”, they have a flirty friendship. Y/N has telekinesis and heightened senses like Daredevil.

Masterlist

Y/N was hanging in Xavier’s room, they were cuddling, watching a Disney movie.

“I’m gonna shower real quick, can I use one of your shirts, flaquito?” Y/N asked Xavier.

“Yeah sure, sweetheart. Here you go.” Xavier said, handing Y/N his shirt. Y/N went to the bathroom to start her shower, she put her hair up since it was late and there was no way she was washing her hair now. After her shower, she heard Xavier on the phone. She didn’t want to eavesdrop but her super-hearing made it inevitable.

“Yeah, she’s here with me…it’s the 4th night this week that she stayed over…she’s always on me, you know? The hugging, the kissing…she too clingy.” Xavier said. Y/N felt her heart break. She didn’t think she was being clingy, this is how she was with all her friends, her family too. It’s a Hispanic thing, she grew up being affectionate so this kind of “behavior” is normal to her. But maybe Xavier doesn’t feel the same way. After moisturizing and putting on Xavier’s shirt, Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

“Hey Xavier, I think I’m going to head back to my dorm.” Y/N said, picking up her dirty clothes, putting on her shoes, and walking to the door.

“Are you feeling okay?” Xavier asked, getting off the bed to go to the door as well.

“Um yeah im fine, don’t worry about it, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N said, opening the door and leaving without giving Xavier a goodbye kiss. She then walked to her shared dorm with Enid and Wednesday.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to stay over at Xavier’s.” Enid said.

“Do you think I’m too clingy?” Y/N asked. Wednesday answered “yes” at the same time Enid answered “no”. “Which one is it that! Yes or no?”

“You are a lot like my parents, you hug and kiss people who are close to you. It’s a normal thing in Hispanic/Latino families.” Wednesday answered.

“So no, Y/N, you are not clingy, you are a very affectionate person. Who told you that you’re clingy?” Enid asked.

“I heard Xavier tell his friend, who’s probably Ajax, over the phone that I’m too clingy.” Y/N said, sitting on her bed.

“Are you mad that he thinks you’re clingy?” Wednesday asked.

“No, I’m mad that he would rather complain about it than tell me face to face that I’m clingy. I don’t know what to do, I left his dorm without kissing him goodbye or without hugging him and I don’t know what to do tomorrow.” Y/N said, covering her face with her pillow. Wednesday decided to sit on Y/N’s bed, Enid following along.

“Distance yourself from him.” Wednesday said.

“How?” Y/N asked.

“How about every time Xavier asks to hang out, say you’re busy, don’t try to kiss him or hug him, don’t call him Flaquito, don’t engage in physical contact with him. Act like Wednesday, no offense.” Enid said,

“None taken, act completely aloof.” Wednesday said.

“And still be affectionate towards us and Ajax, that way Xavier can see what he’s missing.” Enid said.

“That’s a good idea, guys. Okay, I’ll do it tomorrow, should be easy.” Y/N said. All three girls went to bed and Y/N turned off the light using her powers.

The next day the three girls got ready for classes and went to get breakfast. They sat at a table and Xavier sat next to Y/N while Ajax sat next to Enid.

“Good morning. sweetheart.” Xavier said.

“Morning, Xavier.” Y/N said, eating a piece of fruit. “Good morning, papito.” Y/N said to Ajax.

“Good morning, mama, want to go thrifting today? The thrift stores might not be as good as the ones in Queens but I’m sure we can find something.” Ajax said, eating his breakfast sandwich.

“Yeah, sure, sounds fun. Is it by the Weathervane or is it downtown?” Y/N asked.

“Downtown.” Ajax said.

“I thought we were going to watch a movie tonight.” Xavier said.

“I haven’t spent enough time with Ajax so I’ll go thrifting with him today, okay?” Y/N said. Breakfast was normal and when the bell rang, they went to class, Y/N sat next to Ajax, Wednesday and Enid sat together, and Xavier had to sit next to Kent.

“Is there a reason why you’re ignoring Xavier?” Ajax asked.

“If you must know, I heard Xavier tell you I was too clingy. You don’t think I’m too clingy, do you?” Y/N asked.

“No, of course not, mama, you’re fine. Besides, I’ve known you longer, I’m used to it.” Ajax said.

“Thanks, papito. But yeah, he called me clingy so now I’m giving him the space he so desperately wants.” Y/N said. Ajax just nodded his head. When it was lunchtime, they got their food and sat at a table.

“I’m gonna go to the art shed, you want to come?” Xavier asked.

“I’ll just stay here, it’s fine.” Y/N said. Xavier sighed and he left.

“I see the plan is working perfectly, I’m impressed you didn’t break.” Wednesday commented.

“Thanks Wednesday. So Ajax, after class, we change, then take the train downtown?” Y/N said,

“Yeah, there’s a Chinese restaurant near there too so we can eat after thrifting.” Ajax said.

“Sounds perfect. Do you guys want to go thrifting with us? You would love it, Wednesday.” Y/N said.

“I’ve never been downtown, could be an interesting experience.” Wednesday said.

“I need new sweaters, I’ll go with you guys too.” Enid said.

Meanwhile Xavier was in the art shed painting his frustrations away. Y/N has been acting strange since last night and he doesn’t know why. When he was about to finish, he received a text from Ajax.

Ajax 🐍: Y/N overheard you say she was clingy.

Xavier: Fuck. How bad is it?

Ajax🐍: Pretty bad, we’re going thrifting downtown after school if you want to talk to her

Xavier: Okay, thanks

Xavier put his phone away and finished his painting til the bell rang and he head to his other classes. Now classes were over and Ajax, Y/N, Wednesday, and Enid took an Uber to downtown Jericho rather than the train. They entered the thrift store and Wednesday immediately went towards the black and white clothes while Enid went towards the colorful sweaters.

“There’s a denim jacket with your name on it, Ajax, you should try it on.” Y/N said, dragging Ajax to the denim jacket she saw. “It would go well with everything, especially with spring time getting closer.”

“Perfect, let’s see if I can find something for you.” Ajax said, he tried on the jacket Y/N handed to him. “How do I look?”

“Very handsome, papito. You could wear it on your date with Enid next Saturday.” Y/N said. They looked around the thrift store and Y/N bumped into a tall boy she recognized. “What are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Then she turned to see Ajax, they made eye contact, and Ajax walked away whistling.

“I came to talk to you. I know you heard me say that you were clingy but I didn’t mean it.” Xavier said. Y/N looked at him with a confused face.

“Why say that I’m clingy if you don’t mean it?” Y/N asked,

“I was freaking out, okay. I never been in a…healthy relationship before. Before you, I was dating Bianca and we all know how that turned out.” Xavier said,

“But we were friends before you dated Bianca.” Y/N said,

“But the pint is my relationship with Bianca wasn’t healthy. We weren’t very lovey dovey like you and I are, you know. So when you were giving me nicknames, hugging me constantly, spending time with me, it felt like we were moving fast because I’m not used to it. So no, Y/N, you are not clingy at all, i just need to get used to it. And honestly, I missed you a lot today.” Xavier said, pulling Y/N into a hug.

“Thanks, Flaquito.” Y/N said.

“Did you miss me?” Xavier asked.

“Of course I did, guapo. Want to do some thrifting?” Y/N asked.

“Of course I do, we have to make up for lost time.” Xavier said as he put his arm around her shoulders to look around the store.

The End

Yeah, Elle deserved SO MUCH better, I think Hotch shows that he cares more than Gideon does but yeah, totally agree with you

The Fisher King

I am currently rewatching Criminal Minds and you know how in season 2 Elle tells Hotch that the last time he sent her home, she got shot? If anything, Gideon got Elle shot for deciding to hold a press conference to ID the delivery guy.

It didn’t matter of Elle stayed in the bureau or went home because the fisher king was already in her apartment, waiting for her to come in. And he was only there because Gideon had JJ hold a press conference, getting outside help, something he was clearly not supposed to do, there were rules!

I love Elle Greenaway, she’s my Latina queen since her mother is Cuban (something i recently rediscovered on my rewatch), but she should have blamed Gideon, not Hotch. Like Hotch was against Gideon calling a press conference too! Elle didn’t deserve that AT ALL, my poor baby 😭

What’s also lowkey fucked up is that Hotch blamed himself for Elle being shot because he sent her home but Gideon didn’t blame himself for being the reason why she was shot for not following the rules? Didn’t he always say that most bosses feel guilty when he their employees are injured or killed? WHERE THE HELL WAS THAT WITH GIDEON?!? Im mad

“The press conference was the right thing to do, the unsub made a mistake, he left a partial print, Elle would/will understand” ARE YOU KIDDING ME, GIDEON?!?

Bratz Girl

I have always preferred Bratz. When I was younger, I had 3 Bratz movies on DVD. Bratz Starrin’ and Stylin’, Bratz Rock Angelz, and Bratz Genie Magic.

My aunt gave me a tin Bratz bucket when I was 10 in Mexico, I kept that all the way through high school, I LOVED Bratz. My friends grew up watching the Barbie movies, the girls in my old sorority grew up watching the Barbie movies, I, however, did not. I owned Barbies but I was never a Barbie fan, does that make sense? I want to say maybe it’s because I’m Latina, but my friends are Mexican too so that’s not it.

All I know is that me growing up watching Bratz definitely influenced my style, I love platform sneakers, I love the look of mom jeans because the pant leg is a little wider, but still sorta fitted around the thighs, I like to think I’m a Bratz Girl.

Does anyone else feel like a Bratz living in a Barbie world?

Meet the Family Part 2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: after much discussion, Charles flies out Y/N’s parents to Monza so they can meet Charles’s mom before they decide on spending Christmas together in New York

Warning: the usual. IT IS EDITED, I MADE IT LONGER, starting from You

A/N: questions at the end of this imagine, I hope you like part 2 @ilovechickenwings

“You didn’t have to fly them out first class.” Y/N said in the car.

“They’re your parents, what kind of person would I be if I let them fly coach, knowing I can afford first class.” Charles said.

“True. I can’t believe you invited them to the Monza Grand Prix.” Y/N said.

“Well my family is also coming to this Grand Prix, I figured they could meet. Hopefully they get along so we can spend Christmas on New York.” Charles said. Charles parked the car and he did a lot better than he usually does. They got out of the car.

“Your parking is getting better, muñeco, I am so proud.” Y/N said. “What time does their flight land?”

“Um, it says at that it should have landed 10 minutes." Charles said checking the flight information. They walked into the airport, Charles signing whatever the fans give him, they made it to the gate and Y/N saw her parents.

"Mami, Papi, que gusto verlos. Como estuvo el vuelo?" Y/N asked her parents after hugging them.

"First class es tan fancy, no creo que puedo volver a volar en coach." Elena said breaking the hug with Y/N to turn to Charles and hugs him. "Charles, thank you so much for flying us out, I can't believe we are in Italy, I always wanted to come here." Elena gives Charles a kiss on the cheek before letting him go, Charles blushing a little and laughing.

"It was nothing, I really wanted you two to meet my mom and brothers." Charles said.

"Right, we need to see if we get along before deciding on spending holidays together. A ver Charles, what car did you decide to rent?" Enrique asked.

"Mm, a Mercedes Benz, plenty of space for your luggage. Lets go, I want to invite you guys to eat before heading to the hotel." Charles said, taking Elena's and Enrique's carry on bags, leaving the airport to go to his car.

“Are we meeting Pascale there?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, my mom texted me saying shes on her way to the restaurant so let’s go.” Charles said, putting the carry on bags in his trunk, helping Enrique put the big suitcase in the trunk too before closing it, everyone got in the car.

“Can’t wait to go sightseeing and shopping.” Elena said.

“Oh yes, Monza is beautiful. Tomorrow is media day for me so if you want, you could go sightseeing by yourselves.” Charles said.

“Yeah, that seems fine, will Y/N be with you during media day?” Enrique asked.

“Yes she will.” Charles said.

“Yeah, that seems okay.” Elena said. The rest of the ride to the restaurant was filled with Elena and Enrique talking about what they want to see. Charles made it to the restaurant (I google restaurants in Monza, did you know there is a Peruvian restaurant there? I am so happy about that) and Charles parked his car in the Vecchia Ostuni parking lot.

“Mira eso, Y/N didn’t have to park for you.” Elena teased. Charles looked at Y/N.

“You told them I can’t park?” Charles asked in a whiny voice.

“I didn't tell them anything, they probably saw me parking your car when we visited.” Y/N said.

“Fair enough.” Charles said. They walked made it to the restaurant entrance and saw Pascale. “Maman!” Charles exclaimed before hugging his mother.

“Pascale, it’s good to see you again.” Y/N said, hugging her. “So Pascale, these are my parents Elena and Enrique.

“Nice to mee you.” Pascale said, hugging Elena and Enrique. “Let’s go in, I am starving.” They entered the restaurant, Charles had a reservation for them and they were seated right away. “Elena, Enrique, Can i just say I love your daughter, she is such a sweetheart, perfect for my Charles, I love having her over whenever they’re in Monaco.”

“Oh thank you, we only found out about Charles recently when he came to visit us in New York, but he makes Y/N happy and that’s good enough for us. Plus the gifts, thank you again Charles, I take that bag everywhere.” Elena said.

“It was my pleasure.” Charles said.

You know how sometimes your parents will share stories from your childhood? That’s exactly what happened.

“When Y/N was younger, she would name any animal she saw, whether that is a stray cat in our neighborhood or a mouse caught in a trap.” Enrique said, the three parents laughing.

“She still does that! They were over and we have this garden (I’m making this up) and she found a caterpillar on a leaf, Y/N named it Heimlich.” Pascale said and Y/N covered her face from embarrassment, leaning against Charles.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, Mon ange, it’s very cute and endearing how you name random animals.” Charles kissed her forehead.

“I think she got that habit from Lilo and Stitch, she would watch that movie all the time.” Elena said.

“Oh Charles here was obsessed with the movie Cars, I sometimes think thats why he kept karting, to be like Lightning McQueen. I have seen so many posts on Instagram for the fans comparing him to Lightning McQueen.” Pascale said, now it’s Charles’s turn to be embarrassed, he was blushing slightly while Pascale showed Elena and Enrique some of the comparisons. “It doesn’t help that there’s a video of Charles saying ‘kachow’, you know.” Pascale said.

“Our little Disney fans, they’re perfect for each other.” Elena commented.

“They are, they seem so in love. When Charles was first calling me about her, he was so smitten, asking me for advice because he had no idea how to woo her since she’s American.” Pascale said, Y/N turned to Charles.

“I didn’t know that.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, it was actually the first time I got nervous talking to a girl. It’s not like I’ve seen you in Monaco before, you were completely new, you knew nothing about me, I wanted our first date to be perfect.” Charles said, playing with his rings. Y/N kissed his cheek.

“You’re so cute.” Y/N said. The parents kept talking amongst themselves. The check came, Charles paid, Pascale gave Elena her phone number and they started texting on WhatsApp. They said goodbye to each other, went to the parking lot and drove to the hotel they’re staying at.

Charles helped Elena and Enrique to their room, Y/N hugged them goodbye before going to her shared suite with Charles. After Charles helped them with the luggage, he went to his suite and found Y/N splayed across the bed.

“I am so tired.” Y/N said.

“Mon ange, we didn’t do anything.” Charles said.

“I know but we had to listen to our childhood stories.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, that’s true. But I’m glad our parents are getting along, I sense a New York Christmas in our future.” Charles said, getting on the bed and moving Y/N so her back is against his chest. Charles kissed her forehead.

“Same here.” Y/N said and she got a text notification from her mom, Y/N stifled a giggle,

“Whats so funny?” Charles asked.

“Is it true that when you were 4 you opened your closet every night to see if Sulley would be there?” Y/N asked.

“Ugh, maman.” Charles groaned and Y/N was laughing.

“That’s adorable.” Y/N said, kissing him until Charles realized something, holding her back from kissing him again.

“Wait, when we were in Spa, there was a stray dog, did you name him?” Charles asked.

“What? No.” Y/N said. Charles looked at her. “I named him Koda.” Y/N admitted. Charles kissed her.

“Adorable.” Charles said, Y/N pouted but Charles kissed her pout away. "You think we can go to Niso Fumagalli? Its your first time here, I want to do something romantic." Charles said, still kissing her. Y/N pretended to think.

"Would I have to change?" Y/N asked.

"Absolutely not, you look beautiful." Charles said. Y/N smiled.

"You're very sweet, guapo, I'll text my mom to tell her we're going out." Y/N said.

Charles and Y/N spent the rest of the day in the rose garden Niso Fumagalli and they took so many photos together, Charles will definitely post them later after they are editted to match his aesthetic.

The next day was Media Day, Y/N was in the Ferrari hospitality hanging with Rebecca while Charles was answering some questions.

"So Charles, we hear your American girlfriend is here, how is that going?" the interviewer asked.

"Very good, this is her first time coming to Monza, even though she is very new to the world of Formula 1, she is very excited to be here, I even flew her parents out." Charles said.

"Wow, what a considerate boyfriend you are, how are the future in-laws?" The interviewer asked.

"I like them, I really hope they like me as well, my mom loves my girlfriend so I am hoping to have the same connection with her parents." Charles responded sincerely. He thinks of himself as a very nice guy, even though Enrique has said himself that Charles seemed good for Y/N, he doesn't get the feeling that her parents consider him family yet.

"I'm sure you will, whats not to like, the grid loves you." The interviewer said and Charles laughed a little, messing with his shirt collar.

Charles then had another interviewer.

"Charles and Carlos, you two are going to answer whatever questions are written on the piece of paper you pick out of this hat." The interviewer said, Charles went first.

"Who was your celebrity crush when you were younger? Oh, that is such a good question, I'm trying to think, mm, oh, it was (a celebrity you share similar features with, for me it would be Selena Gomez cuz of the round face, dark hair and eyes) I was obsessed with her movies/tv show/music, watched every TV interview she did, my mom would call me every time she was on TV." Charles admitted, completely embarassed he just confessed that.

"Doesn't your girlfriend have the same color eyes, hair, and skin tone?" The interviewer.

"Lord Perceval, who knew you had a type." Carlos joked. "You totally manifested your girlfriend."

"I guess i did. Your turn, Carlos." Charles said.

After many interviews later, he went to the hospitality to find Y/N eating a snack.

"Baby! How were the interviews?" Y/N asked, hugged him, Charles hugged her back twice as hard.

"They were good, a little tiring. Want to go out to eat? There was this peruvian restaurant we could go to, I know you miss Latin food when you're in Europe with me." Charles said.

"Ooh yes, lomo saltado sounds so good right now. I love you so much." Y/N said, kissing him.

"You think your parents like me?" Charles asked.

"What kind of question is that? Of course they like you. Come on, lets get to your car." Y/N said. They were walking to the parking lot.

"Its just yesterday your mom mentioned that she only found out about me recently. She hasn't really complimented me except to tell me she loves her bag." Charles said.

"Well Charles, they don't really know you, it's kinda hard considering they live in New York." Y/N said.

"You're right, we should go to the hotel and pick up ypour parents so we could eat at the Peruvian restaurant." Charles said.

"Oh no need, they're here with Pascale." Y/N admitted.

"Mon coeur, you could have told me before we got into the parking lot." Charles said.

"I'll tell my mom where we are going and Pascale could join them at the restaurant, it will be like yesterday." Y/N said.

"Yeah, that sounds good, you are so smart." Charles said, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, lets good, I just texted my mom." Y/N said, They get to the car and drove to the restaurant. Pascale showed up with Elena and Enrique a few moments later.

"Why are we here?" Enrique asked.

"Oh, whenever we are travlling for my races, Y/N will miss the latin food that she is used to cooking herself. She gets homesick, latin food helps her, and that is why we are at a peruvian restaurant." Charles said, with his arm around Y/N. Enrique hums approvingly before they entered the restaurant.

During lunch/dinner, Charles did or said little things that won him brownie points with his future in-laws. He knows it might be too soon, but he feels as if Y/N is the one and he needs to know that her parents approved of him.

"Maman, Christmas is a few months away, I was wondering how would you feel about spending it in New York?" Charles asked.

"New York? What about your brother and Charlotte?" Pascale asked.

"They would come too! Imagine spending New Years in New York, watching the ball drop in person..." Charles started.

"Don't do that." Y/N and her parents said.

"It is going to be so crowded, you'll be freezing the entire time, you probably won't even get a good spot to watch the ball drop or the New Years performers." Elena said.

"But we could see the tree at the Rockefeller Center." Charles said, looking at Y/N to make sure that was a good plan and Y/N nodded.

"I wouldn't want to spend Christmas without my parents, but I know you wouldn't want to spend it without Charles either." Y/N said. Pascale doesn't look convinced.

"Pascale, you never travlled outside of Europe, it could be fun. Enrique and I obviously don't have a big house but you can stay in a hotel near us." Elena started.

"Alright, you convinced me, a New York Christmas it is. Would you spend your entire winter break in New York, Charles?" Pascale asked.

"Not the entire break, just 2 weeks." Charles said.

"Alright, sounds good. Let me call your brothers." Pascale said, standing up from the table.

"Tengo que ir al baño, acompáñame, Y/N." Elena said, dragging Y/N to the bathrom, leaving Charles and Enrique alone. There was a moment of silence before Enrique decided to speak.

"You're a good guy, Charles. It may not seem like it, but I like you. You make Y/N happy, she actually started calling us every week to tell us about you and what you did that made her happy that week. You bought her a vase?" Enrique asked.

"Yes, she has been saying that the counter in her apartment looked plain so i bought her a vase and I would bring her flowers so the apartment would look..alive, I guess." Charles responded.

"That's the kind of stuff I want my princess to experience. My wife and I have never fought in front of Y/N, we have never raised our voice at her, hit her, or anything. I'm assuming you would never do that to her either." Enrique said and Charles immediately shook his head.

"of course not, i respect your daughter, I love Y/N so much that I would rather die than even think about doing that kind of thing to her." Charles said.

"Thats exactly what I needed to hear, son." Enrique patted Charles back and he was so happy that Enrique called him 'son". The women came back to the table.

"We were gone a while, what did you talk about?" Y/N asked.

"Nothing, mon ange." Charles said.

"Todo anda bien, princesa." Enrique said, Y/N accepted it but she noticed that Charles had the same gleam in his eyes that he gets from winning. Y/N whispered in Charles's ear.

"He said he liked you, didn't he?" Y/N waited for a response and Charles nodded his head. "See? You had nothing to worry about." Y/N whispered again before deciding to place her head on his shoulder.

The End

HOPE YOU LIKED THE NEW ADDITIONS, I did not know how to write them meeting for the first time, the naming animals habit is actually mine, there are 2 stray cats by my house, I named one Thomas O’Malley and the other is named Fígaro. I also named a mouse Roquefort, I genuinely think I got it from Lilo. Hope y’all liked it! Comments are appreciated.

I have 3 ideas for new one shots

Idea 1: Charles Leclerc and Y/N are married and Y/N has a habit of adopting any dog that “gives her a sign” like it would follow her, whine if she tries to leave, etc. But the catch is, Charles and Y/N already have 8 dogs so when Charles is away at a race, Y/N picks up another dog but she tries to make it seem like she had an affair so the dog thing isn’t so bad. 100 percent inspired by that story Salma Hayek told on Jimmy Fallon. Btw, I got the dogs and names picked out.

Idea 2: there is a Bachelor Auction for charity, Charles is obviously one of the bachelors, Y/N bids on him, they go on a date, have a really good time, Charles wants to go out again.

Idea 3: Charles and Y/N are friends and roommates. Y/N lost her journal/diary, Charles found it in the driver’s room and instead of giving it back, he reads it and discovers she has a crush on an F1 driver. Instead of thinking the F1 driver Y/N writes about is himself, he thinks it’s Lando and is lowkey sad and jealous when he sees Lando and Y/N talk because Charles also likes Y/N.

AH, this turned out so cute!

Pick Me Up?

Charles Leclerc imagine

summary : the four times Charles picks you up and the one time you pick him up.

pairing : Charles leclerc x fem!reader

I believe there is no mention of YN, but I'm not 100% sure.

word count : 3.5 k

warnings : none that I can think of

note : I only read over this once so if there's spelling errors or other mistakes that's what happened. Next up should either be Logan Sargeant my ex is a footballer or the social media accompanying fic. Anyways, enjoy and me if you like it!!

1. Charles picks you up from a bad date

The date had started fine.

Actually more than fine. He showed up on time, was pleasant to the waitress, and had good manners. Really, he would have even gotten a second date, if he hadn’t brought up Formula 1.

It’s a topic you tend to avoid when meeting new people, as they either tend to know a lot already and want to use you to get to Charles or they don’t know anything and assume that you are using Charles, when they know nothing about your relationship. It was a hassle you learned to shut down before it even began.

But back at the date with Vince, he had brought it up and that’s when things started to go down hill. 

Despite your best efforts, when people brought up Formula 1, you grew taller and more focused on the conversation, it’s like a switch flipped. While Charles driving for the best known team certainly helped your interest, everything about the sport was fascinating for you and you couldn’t help but geek out when the topic came up. 

Vince noticed your reaction and his casual demeanor turned critical. “You only know about it because you think the drivers are hot.” That had made your smile drop instantly, brows furrowing as you tried to respond. “Probably can’t even name all the teams.” He thinks that stumps you, but you’ve dealt with enough shitty men in this sport, you’re not taking anything more from this wanna-be investor.

“I don’t have to prove my knowledge of F1 to you,” you state, deciding that this dinner is now over.

“Oh, now I know you can’t even name five drivers.” Your frown deepens, picking up your napkin and placing it on the table next to your plate. It had gone down hill so fast, how disappointing.

“Your attempt at insulting me into submission is falling flat.” His eyes are wide at your comment, and he must not have expected you realize his move. You flag the waitress over and she walks quickly back to your table, noticing how you’re not smiling anymore. Seems like this date is a bust, so another twenty note must be added to the jar of bets amongst the staff of this restaurant.

(You and Charles visit the place often as it was the sight of your first job, but also the food and people were lovely, and bringing a first date here was the safest option.)

(So they all knew you and were betting on when the dam breaks and you two admit your feelings for each other.)

You hand Lucille enough money to cover both yours and Vince’s meals, not bothering with the change. Your goal now is to get as far away from Vince as soon as possible. He  opens his mouth to say something again, but you are already out of your seat and walking towards the front door, phone calling Charles to pick you up.

He answers on the first ring, always on alert when you go on dates.

(Not because he’s jealous or anything, but because he’s worried about you and needs to make sure that you stay safe. He’s been tempted to bribe the staff of your little restaurant for information during dates after a particularly bad one, but his mom talked him out of it.)

“Ma cherie, is everything alright?” You roll your eyes at his question, just knowing that there’s a smirk on his face right now. He didn’t have a great feeling about Vince, but he wouldn’t say I told you so.

“Can you pick me up please?” You barely need to finish your question before he answers with an ‘of course, I’m already on my way.’

“Need me to stay on the phone?” You glance back at the restaurant, looking in the window to find Vince scrolling away on his phone, oblivious to the movement around him.

“No, focus on the streets. I’ll be fine.” Charles hums his answer and hangs up, leaving you to look busy on the streets of Monte Carlo.

He pulls up not even two minutes later, stopping the car haphazardly in a tow-away zone. You rush to the side, opening the door and shimmying in as fast as you can because even though this is Charles Leclerc’s very recognizable Pista, you don’t want to risk any tickets. While he pulls away you realize how fast he showed up and a question forms on your lips, but he speaks before you have the chance to ask.

“I was only down the road at the marina.” He seems sheepish, like the answer is rehearsed, but you don’t push it because you’re still grateful that he showed up. What would you do without him to pick up after a bad date?

2. Charles picks you cause your car breaks down

This time when you call him should feel less embarrassing than other times, but really it only feels worse. How are you going to admit to him that the car you’ve been saving up for and desperately wanting since you were 7 just crapped out on you before you could even get out of the parking garage? Especially when he advised you against such car. It would be humiliating. 

Alas, you made the call, practicing in your mind what you would say to him. 

Again, he picks up on the first ring, though this time you’re not sure as to why he answered so fast.

“Is everything alright, ma cherie?” You blush, grateful he can’t see your face.

“I’m stuck,” you exhale, ready to face what ever he has in store for you.

“Stuck?”

“My car won’t start and I’m still at work, everyone else has left and I’m in need of a ride.”

“Okay,” he answers, relief filling you. “I’m leaving the gym with Andrea, I should be there in 15 minutes. Don’t talk to any strangers.”

“Love you too, Charles.” You roll your eyes, hanging up on him and sitting in the drivers seat of your beloved, but broken, car. That’s some good money about to go down the drain for the tow and mechanic fees. As you debate calling your dad to help you out with diagnosing what’s wrong with the car, a familiar rumble enters the garage, and you see the ever famous Pista pulling up next to you, a smirking Charles in the driver’s seat.

“Someone call for a pick up?” You want to roll your eyes at him, but the smile on his face makes the irritation melt away. After a long day at work, made even longer because your stupid car that you really wanted wouldn’t start, all you feel is relief and affection for the man in front of you, and it’s a little too overwhelming.

Tears pool in your eyes and Charles frowns, cutting the engine and climbing out so he can hug you. He only admits it to his mother, but holding you is just as good a driving when he’s driving on the track with a car that responds to his every command.

(And what he won’t admit to anyone is that if holding you feels like that, then kissing you must feel like he’s just won a world championship.)

“Ma cherie,” he whispers, pulling your body into his own and stroking your hair to soothe you. He doesn’t ask any questions, which you’re grateful for, you don’t actually know what’s wrong other than everything is just too much and him showing up makes you feel safe enough to let it all out.

When you’ve finally slowed your breathing and made yourself relax he pulls away, looking at you with so much love in his eyes that you’re not sure if you’re dreaming. “Now you know what it felt like to drive under Binnotto.”

The comment is a shock and it makes you snort, which is what Charles was going for. Your laugh that he thinks could make him smile even in the darkest moods. “You can’t say that Mr. Ferrari.” You smack his chest while shaking your head, but the rueful smile on your face tells him that you still haven’t gotten over the team principle screwing him over.

Then the smile eases into something much more natural, and he knows the tense moment has passed. “Takeout?” he suggests, ushering you to the passenger side of his car. You nod at him and he’s pretty sure that he would do anything to make you smile.

3. Charles picks you up for a spontaneous lunch date

The next day it’s he who calls you, but you still an answer on the first ring.

(You’ve dedicated a Måneskin song as his ringtone so you always know when he’s calling)

(He made your ringtone a Mika song after you dragged him to a concert)

“Charles,” you answer, confusion in your tone.

“Ma cherie!” he sounds excited and you can’t help but want to follow him anywhere he goes when he sounds like that.

“Is everything alright?” You ask it this time, because shouldn’t he be packing for a race now?

“I’m outside, we’re going to spend the day on the water.” After leaving your home last night, Charles decided that you needed a pick me up, and what better way but to spend a few hours lounging around on his yacht, soaking up the sun and enjoying each other’s company.

(No one else would be there, but this wasn’t a date.)

(Seriously Arthur, it wasn’t a date.)

You spare a glance around your room, laundry begging to be done and dishes waiting to be washed. Yeah, you could use a day away from chores.

“Let me grab a bag,” you tell him, already throwing more clothes around the room in search of your favorite bathing suit. He hums through the speaker and you put your phone down to keep searching for the bathing suit. It was your favorite red crossover one piece and you be damned if you didn’t wear it today, anything to manifest a Ferrari win.

When you finally manage to find it, in the pile of clean but not put away laundry, you pick your phone back up and tell Charles you’ll be right down.

In two minutes you’re out the door of apartment, eyes landing on Charles leaning against his car. He looks so handsome with the windswept hair and Ray-bans on, you really have to wonder why he’s spending the afternoon with you and not some model he met in a garage.

(He’d say it’s because it’s the weekend before a race and this is a tradition, spending the afternoon with you before he leaves is the only way to ward off bad luck.)

(Seriously, before the Netherlands race last year you'd been unable to make it because of a bad cold and he had to retire the car that race, so safe to say you were forced to the boat, or his apartment, or he came over before the plane every time after that.)

Maybe the question is what would he do without you?

4. Charles picks you up from a girl’s night

This time Charles doesn’t pick up on the first ring, in fact, he barely makes it to the phone in time to answer. That’s because it’s not you who is calling, but rather a friend.

You and few girl friends had decided on a girls night out for one of them going through a bad break up, but after a few pregame shots and then drinks at this club, you were pretty intoxicated.

Looking for your group after coming back from the bathroom and the bar, you had spotted Lando and Max across the room, which made you think about Charles.

(Not that he ever really left your mind.)

And when you think about Charles, you wonder where he is, so you went to your friends. Both their faces lit up when they saw you, indicating that they were also not sober. After a quick hug for both of them you turn to survey the rest of the bar, looking for your Monagasque. 

“He’s not here!” shouts Max, trying to be heard over the noise. Your shoulders drop, turning back to the two racers with a pout on your lips.

“Where is he?” you ask, trying to seem nonchalant, but drunk you can’t hide her feelings as easily as sober you.

(Many would argue that sober you can’t hide her feelings easily either, but all that matters is that Charles doesn’t find out. And since he’s too occupied in hiding his also obvious feelings, you’re both oblivious to the other’s pining.)

Lando says that Charles stayed at home, something about playing the piano and having an early night was more tempting than drinks. The real reason being that if Charles went out he would not have been able to stop thinking about you and your potential suitors, which would lead to him drinking to forget. He was not up for another heartbreak hangover.

Your eyes light up at the mention of Charles playing the piano, sitting down in the booth with them. “Oh! I bet it’s going to sound wonderful!” Both drivers roll their eyes, and to their disappointment, you’re not drunk enough to miss it. “You don’t like his music?” The accusation in your tone makes them readjust their face. It’s not that they don’t like his compositions, it’s just that when Charles explains them, it’s almost always about how you looked on a certain day and he just was so inspired he had to put something down. They’re really tired of the back and forth between you too.

You begin your speech on how talented Charles is at the piano, which then morphs into how talented he is as a driver, and then as a person. It all turns into a ramble about how proud you are of him, something they’ve all heard before.

When you’ve somehow made it to Leo and how Charles chose the perfect puppy, the man himself shows up.

“Ma cherie,” he interjects, placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. You turn towards him, and Max swears that there should be cartoon hearts in your eyes.

“Charles!” you yell, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. “What are you doing here?” You’re slightly too loud for being in his arms, but he doesn’t care if you yell his ear off, it’s still you.

“Max said you were ready to come home.” Your brows furrow at that, because you don’t remember ever saying that, or even Max disappearing to call Charles, but you can’t be mad at him showing up.

“One more drink?” you ask, eyes pleading with him. Charles shakes his head, he can feel how much he’s supporting your weight even while sitting and knows that any more alcohol will likely end with you tripping over yourself.

“Water,” he answers and you’ve agreed to the words coming out of his mouth because it’s Charles, and he’ll never steer you wrong.

Charles heads to the bar to grab a water, running into your group of friends there. He tells them your status and that’ll he’ll be taking you home after this drink. They all nod along, most of them predicting that the night would end like this: Charles showing up and driving you home.

When it’s finally time to leave and Charles has ushered you out of the packed club into his Pista, you remember that you came here with a completely different group. “The girls!”

“Don’t worry, ma cherie, I saw them before we left and told them I’d take you home.” The gentle smile on his face is enough to put one on yours. Where would you be without him, indeed.

+ 1. You pick Charles up from the airport

You’ve got a new car now, thanks to Charles, and since he needs to be picked up from the airport, you’ve decided to take it for a nice spin. The roads are relatively clear for the drive, and you’re there in the usual 30 minutes. That makes you early for Charles, but you take the time to work out what you’re going to say to him.

Before you get out of the car you text him your location, so that he can head right out and find you, rather than you going into the terminal to look for him. He always was better at finding you.

The last night out had not only ended with Charles taking you home, but with a revelation. You couldn’t keep living like this. Loving him so much and not telling him was suffocating. It made you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff with nothing to keep you safe, and you were tired of it. So the question was, how did you tell him.

“Charles, I’ve been in love with you for ages,” you said, but shook your head. That didn’t sound right.

“Charles, I have to tell you something really important. I think I’m in love with you.” No, you shook your head again and groaned. “I don’t think I’m in love with him, I know I am.”

“Charles, you’re the most important person in my life, I don’t know what I’d do with out you.” Okay, solid start, you might have something with that.

“Charles light of my life.” No. “That’s too cheesy.”

“God, I wish I could put into words how much you mean to me. I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself most of the time. It’s like I need to feel you to be able to breathe properly. All I really ever need is for you to look and smile at me and I’ll know that everything will be alright. I can get through anything with you there. If you love someone else it would break my heart, but knowing that you’re happy is all I need to be okay. I’d live with the thought of you loving someone else, because if they made you as happy and good as I feel, then there’s nothing more I could ask for.” Yeah, that sounded-

“Well it’s a good thing I love you too.”

You screamed, turning around to see Charles behind you in all his glory. Black sweatshirt and baggy jeans, hair messy like he ran his hand through it multiple times.

“How long have you been there?” you asked, face turning red enough to rival Ferrari.

“At Charles, light of my life.” He shrugged, like you hadn’t just bared your soul out to him. “Though, I disagree, it’s not too cheesy.” Could you get any redder? Feels like this is as red as a human being could get before self-combusting.

He’s just standing there, with a dopey smile on his face that you want to kiss, but you can’t. Something is holding you to the spot. You force yourself to say something. “Can you say something else?”

“Like what?”

“Anything else, I feel like I’m going to explode if you don’t say something.”

“Thanks for coming to pick me up.” He adds a shrug to the end and you narrow your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, you want me to say that I love you too.”

“I don’t want you to say it if you don’t mean it.” If you were a kid you’d add a stomp to the end, as if you were throwing a temper tantrum. He furrows his brow like he’s confused and still you want to kiss him senseless.

“Well, I mean it.”

Now you’re the one confused. “What?”

“I love you too, and I don’t think I’d be okay if you loved someone else as much as I love you. Because I’m selfish and a terrible man and I want you all to myself.” He shakes his head. “I need you all to myself,” he corrects. “You’re the love of my life and if I wasn’t yours then I don’t think I could go on. But you said you do love me, so everything is so much easier now.” Each sentence is punctuated with a step closer, until he’s just a few inches from you, like he needs you to take the last step. You do, without hesitation, because you really would do anything for him.

Eyes glancing at his lips and back, you catch him doing the same thing. “I love you more than anything in this world. I’d give up racing if you asked, I do anything for you.”

Another glance at his lips. “I’d never ask that of you, Charles. But, I love you too, and I’d do anything for you.” His smile at those words would normally catch you off guard, like you’d stop breathing at it, but somehow it just makes everything easier right now. So you kiss him.

Leaning forward those last few inches to grab his shoulders and pull him down so you can kiss him with as much love as you can muster. If words can’t explain how much you love him then maybe kissing him will convey it. That you love him more than words, actions and thoughts can combine. You love him.

(And he loves you.)

Xavier Thorpe as Jess Mariano

Why do I write Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader fanfics based off of certain Gilmore Girls episodes? Here’s why

Xavier and Jess have complicated relationships with their fathers. Xavier’s dad isn’t emotionally available and Jess’s dad left him when he was a kid and moved to another state

They’re both the brooding brunette type. However; Xavier is a brooding tortured artist while Jess is a brooding tortured reader and writer

Both HATE their love interest’s first “boyfriend”. Xavier hates Tyler because of outreach day and Jess hates Dean just because he’s Dean

They both say out of pocket things when they’re mad

Also, just imagine Xavier bringing you food from the local diner because he knew you were going to be alone that night and stayed with you to eat together.

Imagine Xavier writing notes in the margin of your favorite book and you two compare notes of the books you’ve recommended to each other.

Imagine having movie dates every weekend where one person picks the movie and the other person picks what food they eat and every weekend they take turns.

Imagine Xavier getting a black eye because of a swan but he was too embarrassed to tell you so him and Ajax went to the lake to find the swan that beaked his eye 😂 it was a really funny scene between Luke and Jess, that’s for sure.

Imagine Xavier looking up the distance from Jericho to wherever you want to go to college.

Imagine Xavier’s love language being physical touch, always having his arm around you, holding your hand, kissing you, so cute.

Jess Mariano has some issues but you can’t tell me that Xavier wouldn’t do the positive things Jess has done with Rory

And I will be making a Gilmore Girls section on my Masterlist

Happy Fourth of July 🇺🇸 🦅!!!!

Hey! So I’m really sorry that I haven’t posted anything in days, I have volunteer working, I’m looking for a job, and I’ve been really tired lately. Not to mention hate I have been getting on TikTok but that’s a different thing.

Anyway! I painted my nails for Lando Norris, I think it turned out well. I already had the green and black gel polish from when I wanted to do Chat Noir nails so I didn’t buy it JUST for this. I don’t promise anything BUT I AM WORKING ON MY FANFICS! I have 2 Charles requests, a Lando request, and a Lewis request. I got the headers READY, I just need time

Also, can you believe that it is actually a red tailed hawk that does that screech? I mean I learned that from the suite life of Zack and Cody but many people didn’t know that, it’s so interesting.