Love At First Fight

Is it possible to request a Lando one were his girlfriend is a well known voice actress that does video games and anime?

Hello, I will TRY, sorry if this took me a while, if it’s short, and if you don’t like it, but I really hope you like it

Girlfriend Reveal

Pairing: Lando Norris x VA! Reader

Summary: Lando Norris fans lose their shit when they find out he’s dating Y/N L/N, the voice of Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: i had to google animes I knew and see if the years coincided, I did my research.

Lando and Y/N met when she was recording the voice of Black Cat in the new Spider Man 2 video game and he was helping design the black and neon yellow suit. They have been dating for a few months and Lando was streaming with Max.

“Oh fuck!” Lando screamed at his computer screen before there was a knock on his door. “Baby, come in, you don’t have to knock.” Y/N opened the door and walked through

“But You’re streaming, i didn’t want to interrupt. I bought us spring rolls and I got myself some seafood pho, which is delicious, might I add, I’ll be in the kitchen.” Y/N said before walking back out and that’s when his comment section went crazy with fans asking who was that.

“Oh, that was my girlfriend, she’s cute, isn’t she?” Lando asked the chat. “Let’s see what you guys are saying, ‘are you dating Y/N L/N?’ Yes, yes I am, our relationship is growing strong. ‘Did you know she’s a voice actress?’ Of course I knew, that’s how we met, she voices the black cat in the new Spider-Man video game. She’s very talented actually, it almost doesn’t sound like her.” Lando laughed at his little joke. “Um ‘where is she?’ She’s in the kitchen, eating her food. Baby, my fans want you, they keep asking questions about you.” Lando said.

“Let me eat my pho and I’ll come back with the spring rolls.” Y/N said. 30 minutes later, Y/N came back with a plate of spring rolls. “Hey, LN4 nation, how y’all doing?” Y/N asked the fans, while Y/N took over Lando’s stream, he was happily eating the spring rolls they ordered. “‘Am I working on anything new?’ Well not really, I haven’t been called to dub another anime, maybe they’re waiting until the anime is done shooting for me to dub, I don’t know. I could be part of a new animated Disney or Pixar movie, I don’t know.” Y/N kept reading the comments until she landed on.. “‘Can you say a line from Fruits Basket?’ Yeah, i Can do that, let me just.” Y/N cleared her throat. “Yeah, I totally Can, i just need to get better at the whole breathing part.” (I looked it up on TikTok) Lando out down the tray of spring rolls.

“My beautiful girlfriend, the voice of Tohru Honda.” Lando said clapping and imitating the cheer of the audience.

“Ha ha, thank you. It was very fun dubbing the voice of Tohru. Sorry to take the attention away from you, Lando.” Y/N apologized, kissing him. “Did you eat all the spring rolls?”

“Of course not, I left you like 7.” Lando said.

“Alright, I’ll just be right here.” Y/N said, sitting down on Lando’s bed to view his stream.

“I’m back you guys. Yes, I know, Y/N is amazing, I haven’t watched Fruits Basket but I will soon, when Y/N isn’t there, obviously.” Lando said, Y/N chuckled. “Well, darling, hope you’re happy, my fans like you more than me.”

“It’s not my fault your fans like anime.” Y/N commented

“I know, I know.” Lando replied.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m your biggest fan.” Y/N said.

“Thanks, darling.” Lando said before returning to his stream.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

Meet The Family

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles decided it was a good idea to meet Y/N’s parents before his next Grand Prix, and it turned into meeting the entire extended family.

Warning: bad writing, spelling and grammatical errors, Spanish

A/N: this is the first time we have an established relationship between Charles and Y/N, yay! Their meet cute is inspired by how Billy and Camila met in the show Daisy Jones and The Six

Y/N met Charles at the supermarket in Monaco. Charles was in the produce aisle when someone came behind him.

“Hi, excuse me, can you…?” Y/N started and Charles turned around.

“Sign something for you? Um, I don’t have a pen, do you have one?” Charles asked.

“Uh, I was going to ask if you could move over so I could get some spinach. Or if you could grab the spinach for me, either way, I just need spinach.” Y/N said. Charles felt embarrassed and handed Y/N the spinach. “Thank you.”

“Sorry, but you don’t know who I am?” Charles asked.

“Should I? I’m not from here.” Y/N said.

“I could tell by the American accent. I’m Charles Leclerc.” Charles put his hand out and Y/N shook it.

“Y/N L/N. So tell me, Charles Leclerc, why should I be asking for you to sign something?” Y/N asked teasingly.

“Sorry about that, I swear I am not conceited, it’s just a lot of people in Monaco know me for what I do and I’m always approached with things to sign.” Charles said.

“Okay, and what do you do?” Y/N asked.

“I’m a formula 1 Scuderia Ferrari race car driver.” Charles said. Him and Y/N started walking around the supermarket together, not wanting to block anyone.

“Ooh wow, a race car driver, that’s pretty big. I’m not really into sports in that way. I could bump into a New York Yankee back home and not even know it.” Y/N said and Charles chuckled. “So tell me why are you here at the supermarket? I assume you would have a private chef that takes care of all the cooking and grocery shopping.” Y/N said.

“You would think that, but I mainly have to cook for myself. I am on a strict diet so I have to buy whatever Andrea tells me I should buy.” Charles commented.

“Who’s Andrea?” Y/N asked.

“My personal trainer.” Charles said.

“Makes sense, you are a high performance athlete after all. I gotta continue my shopping, but it was nice meeting you.” Y/N was going to walk away when Charles held on to her wrist gently.

“Before you leave, how about you give me your number. I could invite you to a race and make a formula 1 fan out of you.” Charles suggested.

“Wow, has that line ever worked?” Y/N asked.

“You tell me, this is the first time I’m using it.” Charles said. Y/N smiled, very flattered that the good looking monegasque wants her number.

“It’s working, i think it’s because of your eyes, maybe a little because of your dimples, but mainly that accent.” Y/N says, Charles gives Y/N his phones and she added her number.

“Remember that you’re the one with the accent in Monaco.” Charles said. Y/N gave him his phone back and Charles checked the contact information. “Let me take a photo of you for your contact.” Charles said, Y/N nodded and pose for the photo. “Beautiful, I’ll text you later.” Charles said and Y/N waved goodbye before heading to a different part of the supermarket to get what she needed.

Now it’s 6 months later, Y/N is definitely a Formula 1 fan, always rooting for Ferrari, but she’s also rooting for Checo and McLaren. Y/N was in her apartment cooking when she heard the door open and it was Charles with his luggage.

“Muñeco, did you come here from the airport? I thought you were going to come back tomorrow.” Y/N said, approaching him to kiss his cheek and help him inside.

“I was, but I have a surprise for you. You know how you said you’ve been missing your parents?” Charles asked.

“And New York in general, but continue,” Y/N said.

“Well i have arranged for us to go to New York and I can meet your parents.” Charles said and Y/N stayed silent. “You don’t like the surprise, chéri?” Charles asked sadly.

“No no no, it’s not that, it’s just…I never told my parents I had a boyfriend.” Y/N admitted as she walked back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

“What? They don’t know about us?” Charles asked. “How do they not know about us?”

“Well they don’t follow me on social media, obviously, and I don’t really call them often because if the time difference.” Y/N said, stirring the pot of pasta.

“Are you sure you miss your parents?” Charles teased and Y/N hit his shoulder playfully.

“I do, i miss my mom’s cooking, you have no idea how much I miss my mom’s lomo saltado. It sucks that your strict diet doesn’t allow you to eat some of the more delicious meals from my culture.” Y/N said,

“You and food. You think you can call them today and tell them about me?” Charles asked.

“Once it hits like 4pm over there, I’ll call. My parents should be home by 3 but I want them to chill a little before I bombard them with a monegasque boyfriend.” Y/N said.

“Would it be a FaceTime call or a regular phone call? Should I be with you when you tell them? I am so nervous.” Charles admitted.

“You’ve had other girlfriends before.” Y/N said.

“Yes, but I already knew their parents one way or another, do you know how small Monaco is?” Charles asked.

“I’m aware. I’ll call them and let you know when to come in and say hello.” Y/N said.

“Sounds good. I’ll stay and eat with you. I’ll stay until our flight to New York.” Charles said.

“When is our flight?” Y/N asked.

“In 3 days.” Charles said.

“Okay, that gives me enough time to pack. Are we flying private?” Y/N asked.

“Oh darling, of course we are.” Charles said.

After eating, they were watching a movie and Y/N checked the time, it was 10pm, it was 4pm in New York.

“Hey muñeco, Im gonna call my mom, okay.” Y/N said. Charles nodded, moving away from her on the couch. Y/N FaceTimed her mom, waiting a few second until she picked up.

“Mi niña, y este milagro? Por qué me estás llamando? Pasó algo malo?” My girl, and this miracle? Why are you calling me? Did something bad happened? Y/N’s mom, Elena, asked worriedly.

“Ay Mami, no pasó nada malo, te lo juro. Papi está contigo?” Oh mom, nothing bad happened, i swear. Is dad with you? Y/N asked.

“Eh sí, permítame un segundo. Enrique! Ven, tu hija nos está llamando!” Uh yeah, give me a second. Come, your daughter is calling us! Elena yelled and Enrique came into frame.

“Hija, cómo estás? Que milagro que nos estás llamado.” How are you? It’s a miracle you’re calling us Enrique said, Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Sí lo sé, es un milagro, pero les estoy llamando porque tengo noticias. Tengo novio.” Yeah, I know, it’s a miracle, but I’m calling you because I have news. I have a boyfriend Y/N said.

“Mira eso, otro milagro.” Elena said. “Y cómo se llama, que hace?” Look at that, another miracle. What’s his name, what does he do?

“Eh, pues aquí está. Charles, come introduce yourself.” Oh well, he’s here Y/N turned her phone so Charles is in frame.

“Eh hola, me llamo Charles Leclerc.” Charles leaned into Y/N’s ear and whispered “they speak English, right?”

“Yes, we speak English, Chuck.” Enrique said.

“Its Charles.” Charles corrects.

“Bueno Charles, what do you do?” Enrique asked.

“I am a formula one driver for Scuderia Ferrari.” Charles said.

“Anyway, les llamé para decirles que vamos a visitarlos en unos días. Así puedes conocer a mi novio mejor, él de verdad quiere conocerlos, no sabes lo emocionado que estaba cuando me dijo sobre el viaje.” I called to tell you guys that we will be visiting you for a few days. Like that you could get to know my boyfriend better, he really wants to meet you, you don’t know how excited he was when he told me about the trip. Y/N said.

“Está bien, vamos a preparar tu cuarto para que pueden venir, adiós, mi niña.” Alright, we’ll set up your room so you can come over, bye. Elena said and she hung up.

“They hate me, don’t they.” Charles said.

“You are the first boyfriend I ever told them about. You are my first boyfriend so it’s normal.” Y/N said.

“You have no idea how much I love being your first.” Charles kissed her. “Do you think I’ll be able to win over your parents?”

“I think you will, what’s not to love about you? Beside the fact that you don’t put on sunscreen.” Y/N said

“Ha ha, mon ange. I have a good feeling about this trip, it’ll be fun to see where you grew up.” Charles said.

Charles and Y/N we’re on the plane to New York.

“Do you think your parents would like these gifts? I’m having second thoughts.” Charles said.

“Muñeco, please calm down. My mom has always wanted a Dior bag and I’m sure my dad would appreciate that Rolex you got him.” Y/N said.

“Maybe I should have got him a Richard Mille, it would be like a statement, ‘i make enough money for your daughter to never work again’, I think all parents want that for their daughter,” Charles said.

“Well they also don’t want me to depend on a man so the Rolex is perfect. A little bit about my parents, my mom, Elena, is a housekeeper, my dad, Enrique, is a City worker, he’s an electrical engineer. My mom loves handbags, she has a whole collection which we usually get from the outlet mall. Both my parents grew up ‘poor’ back in their countries, but it’s all good now, they’re working class people. My dad is really into cars so maybe you could talk to him about that.” Y/N said. Charles was typing on his phone. “Are you taking notes?” Y/N giggled.

“Yes! I’ve never been this nervous before,” Charles confessed.

“Relax, muñeco, they are going to love you.” Y/N kissed him, hoping he would relax. Charles pulled Y/N onto his lap and they stayed like that for the rest of their flight.

Charles got a rental car from the airport, he chose an Audi, and drove to her parents’ place.

“You couldn’t have picked a cheaper car?” Y/N asked.

“Compared to what I drive, mon ange, this is the cheapest car I could have rented.” Charles said, parking the car.

“Nope, I’m parking, get out.” Y/N said, taking her seatbelt off.

“My parking is getting better.” Charles said, getting out of the car.

“It’s still not good, muñeco.” Y/N said. She got into the driver seat and parked the car, she got out of the car. “Can you get our bags, cariño?” Y/N asked. Charles kissed her before opening the trunk to get their bags. They made it up the stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal Elena.

“Ay, mi niña, It’s si good to see you again. Come in, come in, leave your stuff, we were just leaving.” Elena said, moving to the side, Y/N and Charles walked into the house.

“What? What do you mean you were just leaving?” Y/N asked. Charles left their luggage in the living room and sat on the couch while Y/N and Elena talked in the entrance.

“It’s Saturday, princesa, your Tia Hilda is having a carne asada to celebrate her son graduating high school.” Elena said.

“But mom, can you please get to know him first before we go? We are always early and I know you hate helping Tia Hilda with the decorations.” Y/N said.

“Tienes razón. So Charles, tell me about yourself. Enrique!” Elena said, walking into the living room, sitting on a chair opposite of the couch. Y/N sat beside Charles.

“Well i am 26 years old.” Charles started.

“Really? Y/N here is only 21.” Elena said. Enrique walked in and sat on the other chair.

“Yes, I know Mrs. L/N, but we have a lot in common and I believe we are good for each other.” Charles said, holding Y/N’s hand.

“Interesting. When you were dating Giada and Charlotte…” Enrique started.

“Papi!” Y/N exclaimed, surprised that her dad would look up Charles’s dating history.

“Did you say the same thing to their parents?” Enrique finished.

“With all due respect, sir, each relationship is different, those relationships were in different points of my life. I don’t see myself breaking up with Y/N any time soon. For right now, she is what I need in my life, she understands me, comforts me, she feels like home. I guarantee that anything Y/N has wanted I have to her, but she doesn’t depend on me for anything. De verdad amo su hija y espero que nos podemos llevar bien.” I truly love your daughter and I hope that we could get along Charles said. “My teammate and friend is Spanish so I learned a little. I learned more when I started dating Y/N.” Y/N looks at him with heart eyes, she is so in love with him.

“You seem like a good guy, it was really big of you to come all the way to New York to meet us.” Enrique said,

“Thank you, I actually have gifts for you.” Charles said, opening the luggage to pull out the Rolex to give to Enrique and the Dior bag for Elena,

“Oh it is beautiful, thank you, Charles. Now let’s go to the carne asada, Y/N, tell him how to get there, we’ll see you in a few.” Elena said, putting the bag away while Enrique puts on the watch. Y/N’s parents left the house and Y/N starts looking for her house keys.

“Found them, let’s go.” Y/N said, they left the house and locked the door,

“Mon ange, I barely survived meeting your parents, do you really think I can meet your entire family?” Charles asked, they started walking to the car.

“I believe in you, oh and you can’t say you’re on a diet, that’s offensive.” Y/N said, getting into the car.

“What?” Charles asked as he got in the car.

“You’re gonna have to eat what they’re serving, I’m sorry, you’re eating rice, grilled steak, chicken, ribs, hamburgers, hot dogs, shrimp if we’re lucky, you’re break your diet today.” Y/N said.

“Ugh, Andrea is going to kill me.” Charles started the car and followed Y/N’s direction to the house.

“Yay we made it, I wonder if Christina is here.” Y/N said, getting out of the car after she parked it.

“Who’s Christina?” Charles asked,

“My cousin. Well, my mom’s friend’s daughter, I call her my cousin.” Y/N said. She opened the gate to enter through the backyard,

“You just open the gate?” Charles asked, closing the gate behind him.

“Yes.” Y/N said looking at him, she then saw some cousins and aunts and uncles. “Hola hola!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Y/N!” The family shouted, all of them getting closer to her for a hug.

“Quien es el güero?” Her Uncle Hernando.

“El güero es mi novio, this is Charles Leclerc.” Y/N said. She heard a scream.

“No way, you’re dating Charles Leclerc, you could have told me.” Her cousin said,

“Charles, this is Christina, my cousin, he’s an F1 fan.” Y/N introduced them,

“It’s nice to meet you, Christina.” Charles said, shaking her hand,

“Oh my gosh, I am such a huge fan. When Lewis becomes your teammate, can you bring him over? Like Can that happen?” Christina asked.

“Maybe, I’ll ask the next time we plan on coming to New York,” Charles said.

“Yes! I made picarones, we’re supposed to have them later but I guess I can make an exception for il predestinato.” Christina said, leaving them to get a picaron.

“You’re gonna like it, it’s so good, she better bring me one.” Y/N said, a few moments later, Christina came with the picarón. Charles took a bite,

“Mm, it’s delicious.” Charles said, moving the picarón to Y/N so she could get a bite.

“Mm, best batch yet, Chris,” Y/N said,

“Thank you, I’ve been practicing,” Christina said.

“Everyone, it’s time to eat!” Archie, Hilda’s husband.

“Okay so don’t serve yourself the sauce, please don’t, okay?” Y/N said,

“Why not?” Charles asked, sitting at the table,

“Because it’s spicy.” Y/N said.

“I like spicy food, chéri.” Charles said.

“This is Mexican spicy, not white people spicy.” Y/N said.

“I think I can handle it, I’m gonna have some rice and shrimp off the grill.” Charles said, getting up to get a plate and serve himself some Mexican rice, grilled shrimp, and added salsa on the shrimp. He sat down and took a bite of the shrimp. “Hm, it good.” Charles started coughing and fanning his tongue. Y/N stifled her laugh while standing up to get a beer from the cooler. She opened the bottle and gave it to Charles who’s eyes were tearing up.

“Are you okay, muñeco?” Y/N asked.

“Why is it so spicy?” Charles asked.

“I think Monica was angry when making it.” Uncle Eduardo said. Monica hit his shoulder.

“I wasn’t angry.” Monica said, taking a chip to dip in the sauce. “This is good, I don’t know what y’all are talking about,” Monica said.

“So Charles, you drive for Scuderia Ferrari? You must be away a lot.” Archie said.

“Yeah, I’m away a lot, but Y/N comes with me to some of the races when she can.” Charles said, sipping the beer.

“Yes, the Suzuka Grand Prix was great, loved walking around Japan, was so much fun.” Y/N said, eating food.

“That’s good, that’s good.” Archie said.

“Yeah, and next weekend we will be in Spain.” Charles commented.

“You think you’ll win?” Mauricio, a cousin, asked.

“I hope I win, but it’s more than certain that Max will be in P1.” Charles admitted.

When they were finished eating, Charles played soccer with Y/N’s younger cousins, letting the younger cousins win.

“He’s really good with kids.” Christian told Y/N.

“You’ve seen all those posts about him with kids, it’s no surprise.” Y/N said.

“You seem really happy with him.” Christina commented.

“I am. I was worried about him meeting everyone, but I think it turned out better than I imagined,” Y/N said, watching the little kids tackling Charles to the ground and he’s just laughing.

The carne asada ended and Charles and Y/N were in the car.

“I think your family likes me. I’ve been invited over for Christmas.” Charles said and Y/N laughed.

“You think your mom would be okay with you spending Christmas in New York?” Y/N asked.

“Well she could come with us, and Arthur, Lorenzo, Charlotte, I want our families to meet each other.” Charles said.

“All in due time, muñeco.” Y/N said.

“I like when you call me muñeco.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

“Okay, muñeco, let’s go, my parents are probably waiting for us.” Y/N said, Charles kissed her one more time before driving home.

The End

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(Not) A Love Song

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Latina! Reader

Summary: Oscar Piastri and Y/N have been friends since they met at the airport, both being new to the UK, they are each other’s person. However, there are things that they do that aren’t necessarily of “best friends”

Warning: the usual

A/N: to celebrate Oscar’s first win of the season, a cute friends to lovers based off of “not a love song” from Austin and Ally, and “in between” by Gracie Abrams. Oscar Piastri is going to give Adrien Agreste and Austin Moon level delusion, okay? Okay

You were in the McLaren garage, wearing a team kit with Oscar’s number on the back, watching the race. You still can’t believe that Oscar flew you out to China for the Grand Prix. He also flew you out for the Australian Grand Prix so I guess it’s to be expected.

You were watching closely, it was the last lap of the Shanghai Grand Prix, crossing your fingers for a McLaren 1-2, and it happened! You screamed in excitement and hugged Oscar’s race engineer, who’s already used to your affection. When Oscar and Lando pulled up in front of the garage, Oscar got out of the car to hug you.

“Oh my gosh, that was a great race! I’m so proud of you, Tiburóncin.” You told him pulling away from his hug.

“Thanks, darling.” Oscar said, kissing your forehead. Yes, this was very normal for him to do, yet you can’t help but feel butterflies every time he does it.

“And Lando, great job on getting P2, you’re leading the driver championship, I am so proud of you too.” You said, pulling Lando into a hug. Lando giggled.

“Thanks, Y/N. We better get going to the cooldown room, Osc.” Lando said.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” Oscar said, watching Lando as he leaves.

“What do you want to do to celebrate?” You asked.

“Considering it’s your first time in Shanghai, what do you say about going to Disneyland tomorrow?” Oscar asked and your jaw dropped. You’ve told him you wanted to go to every Disney park there is few months ago after going to Disney World in Orlando when visiting Logan.

“I’d say you’re the best friend I have ever had! But what should we do later?” You asked.

“We’ll go out to eat with Charles and Alex, sounds good?” Oscar asked. You nodded. “Great! I’ll text Charles while I’m in the cooldown room.” Oscar said, kissing your forehead again. “I’ll look for you after the podium celebration.” Oscar left Y/N in the garage.

Oscar was waiting for you outside your hotel room.

“We’re going to be late, darling! Don’t make me come in there!” Oscar exclaimed, texting Charles that they are on their way.

“Chill out, I’m ready.” You said. Oscar heard the door open.

“Finally.” Oscar said, looking up from his phone, Oscar felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you in a cute formal dress that suit you perfectly, in a color that complimented your skin tone and hair color. The dress looked like it was made for you. “Wow, you look” beautiful , he thought. “…great.” He said.

“Thanks, sorry it took forever, my hair was not cooperating. Let’s go.” You said, the both of you walked to the elevator, got downstairs, took a car to the restaurant where you saw Alexandra and Charles waiting.

“Sorry we’re late.” Oscar said, before pulling your seat out for you to sit down. Alexandra makes a mental note of that.

“Oh you’re not late, we got here 5 minutes ago actually.” Alexandra said.

“Then were right on time, charles, sorry about the disqualification, it was total bullshit.” You said,

“Thanks, next race will be better, I’m sure of it.” Charles said with a tight smile.

“Any plans before leaving Shanghai?” Oscar asked, looking over the menu.

“Not really, our flight is in the morning, how about you 2?” Charles asked.

“I’m taking Y/N to the Disneyland here.” Oscar replied.

“I’ve always wanted to go.” You said,

“Wow, that’s great. Hey Y/N, wanna come with me to powder my nose?” Alexandra said, you raised an eye brown, questioning her motive but decided to go anyway. “Be right back.” Alexandra said grabbing your hand to lead you to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, she let go of your hand, “okay, spill, how long have you and Oscar been dating?” Your eyes bugged out of your head.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked,

“How long have you and Oscar been dating, I mean he flew you out for 2 races, that’s a big deal.” Alexandra said,

“Because we’re friends! Best friends actually, I’m lowkey his Logan replacement.” You said,

“Oh don’t give me that, there is no way Oscar can look at you with those eyes and you’re not dating.” Alexandra said and you started playing with your fingers.

“How does he look at me?” You asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Like you’re his whole world.” Alexandra said.

Meanwhile with charles and Oscar

“When are you going to tell Y/N you like her?” Charles asked while Oscar was drinking water, causing him to choke and cough.

“What? What are you talking about?” Oscar asked.

“Don’t lie to me, mate, you like her.” Charles said.

“She’s just a friend, Charles.” Oscar insisted and charles just nodded.

“If that’s true, then why do you always answer her calls?” Charles asked,

“What do you mean?” Oscar asked.

“When Lando is calling you, you don’t rush to answer your phone. However, when it’s Y/N, first ring and you’re already answering her.” Charles said.

“I’ve been friends with her longer than I have been friends with Lando, I think that’s normal.” Oscar said.

“She came with you to two races! Doesn’t she work?” Charles asked.

“She has a remote job, she Can work from anywhere as long as she has her laptop. She wants to travel, I’m just giving her the opportunity to travel.” Oscar said.

“When she speaks, you look at her like she hung the moon.” Charles said.

“No I don’t!” Oscar exclaimed,d getting defensive.

“Whatever you say, mate.” Charles said, Oscar would have rebutted but he saw you and Alexandra walking towards the table. They sat down.

“What did we miss?” You asked. Little did you know, the couple have opened your eyes.

You and Oscar were walking around Disneyland, you had on Minnie ears that Oscar insisted on buying because he knows you like collecting them, not every Disney park has the same ears, so you decided on the ears inspired by your favorite Disney character.

“We should go to the Disneyland in Paris.” Oscar said as you two were walking to a ride.

“When would we go?” You asked.

“During my summer break, that way you can make your own wand, you sent me a TikTok of it a while ago.” Oscar said.

“It would be so fun, honestly.” You said

Your whole trip to Disneyland was AMAZING but it had you analyzing everything Oscar has done. He opened the door for you, carried your bags of Disney merch that HE paid for, took pictures with you even though he’s not a fan of taking pictures, paid for food yall ate, and let’s you get in first on the ride, helps you in and out of the rides, and he’s already planning your next Disney trip. But you’ve met Oscar’s family, his mom definitely raised him to be a gentleman so that would explain all of that, but he also had a hand on your lower back when y’all were walking in crowds.

“Ay no, me voy a volver loca.” You muttered to yourself, cursing Alex for saying anything. As if you weren’t struggling enough with your crush on your best friend, now she has you thinking it’s reciprocated.

“What was that, darling?” Oscar asked, obviously hearing you since he’s the one driving you guys back to the hotel.

“It was nothing.” You said.

“You ready to go back?” Oscar asked.

“To England? Yeah, I have my bags packed and everything.” You said, Oscar nodded. 5 minutes later, Oscar parked the rented car, opening the door for you and helping you out, and carried your bags. You go to your floor, your room being right in front of his, you open your door and Oscar comes in to put your stuff down.

“I’m defensive going to be broke with you.” Oscar jokes.

“I could have paid for it, you know.” You reminded him.

“I know you could have, but it’s better if you save your money.” Oscar said.

“I could say the same for you, tiburóncin.” You told him. He just smiled, loving the nickname you gave him.

“Just get to sleep, darling. We need to be up really ear,y for our flight,” Oscar said.

“I will, I will.” You said. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Oscar said, leaving the room and closing the door. Oscar lingered for a few second before entering his room, little did he know, you were staring at the door, hoping he would come back.

You and Oscar were in the airport, you were wearing a juicy couture tracksuit because you get cold on the plane, hair up in a pony, wearing your glasses because, besides not supposed to be wearing contacts on the plane, you didn’t feel like going through the hassle. Oscar thinks you look rather adorable, loving the way your glasses frame your face.

“I’m gonna get some shake shack, want something?” Oscar asked,

“Isn’t it rather early for fast food? I don’t think it would be open at this time.” You said,

“Well there’s a Berry Coffee, I’m gonna see if they have cappuccino muffins.” Oscar said, leaving you with the luggage. You felt your heart flutter, he remembers your favorite kind of muffin. 10 minutes have passed and he came with a brown paper bag and 2 cups in hand. “I got you hot chocolate.” He said, handing to you your cup. You smiled.

“Thank you, and thanks for the muffins.” You said.

“Of course.” Oscar replied. You were sipping your drinks and eating muffins, sitting by the gate, waiting for your flight to be called. You were scrolling through TikTok and saw an edit of you and Oscar. Everyone was saying how your Oscar’s unofficial WAG and it warmed your heart. You started to read the comments, lots of them varying from ‘she’s not pretty enough to be a WAG’ to ‘they’re so in love with each other, just look at how their faces light up when they spot each other.’

Your flight was called, Oscar let’s you go first, you walked through the tunnel to get into the plane, first class (because he can obviously afford it in my head), he put your carryon luggage in the overhead bin, and the flight was comfortable, you feel yourself falling asleep to the inflight movie Oscar chose.

Oscar took your earbuds out and took your glasses off, putting them in their case that you had in your personal bag. He smiled to himself, he thinks you look pretty even when sleeping, he shook his head, trying to shake that thought out too.

“What am i thinking, she’s just a friend.” He whispered to himself. He noticed you were moving in your sleep, a few minutes have passed and he noticed how the temperate got cooler. He grabbed his carryon, pulling out a hoodie for him and a blanket for you. Once the hoodie was on him, he draped the blanket on you.

Hours have passed, you were woken up by Oscar gently shaking you.

“We landed, darling, let’s go.” Oscar said. You nodded, handing him the blanket that was draped on you, Oscar handed you your carryon and waiting for you to walk out so he could walk behind you.

When getting out of the airport, there was a car sent from McLaren to take you both to your apartments, which is coincidentally in the same building. Oscar helped you put your bags in the trunk, both of you riding in the backseat as the driver took y’all home.

Y’all arrived, Oscar opens the door for you to get out and got your luggage out for you.

“Thank you!” You both said to the driver, who’s going back to the McLaren center. You entered the building and took the elevator.

“Well i had a great time, thank you so much for inviting me.” You said.

“Of course, you’re my best friend, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Oscar replied, you smiled, the elevator doors opened.

“Well, see you tomorrow, I guess.” You said.

“See you tomorrow.” Oscar said,

Oscar got to his apartment, the flight was long, all he wanted to do was unpack and sleep. Maybe eat something before, he wasn’t sure yet. So in true boy fashion, he ordered pizza and played video games until it was nighttime. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and decided that unpacking was a tomorrow Oscar problem.

Sadly, Oscar couldn’t sleep, he has been lying awake for 40 minutes, every time he closed his eyes, he see you. He doesn’t know why, you were just his friend. Sure, he holds your bags when you go shopping, takes a shower before you guys hang out, let’s you pick the movies you guys are going to watch, tidies up his place before you come over, all people do that with their friends. However, he would not let all his friends wear his hoodies, try on his helmets, or pick out furniture for his apartment. And he definitely doesn’t think all his friends are beautiful with glasses, without glasses, hair styled naturally, hair straightened/curled, dressed up, or dressed down. Nope, just you, you were the only exception.

“Crap, I like Y/N.” Oscar admitted out loud, looks like charles was right. So Oscar did what any normal person would do, put on his slippers and went to Y/N’s place because a revelation like this needs to be told immediately.

You woke up to frantic knocking on the door.

“I’m coming, geez, clam down.” You said. You looked through the peephole and saw Oscar disheveled in his pajamas. You opened the door and Oscar saw you in all your glory, pastel blue silk bonnet on your head to protect your hair, matching pajamas, and slippers of your favorite cartoon character. “Oscar? What are you doing up?” You asked but instead of answering, Oscar just walked in.

“A,l right, I know this is going to sound crazy because we’ve been friends for years but I like you. You are always on my mind, I think about you every morning, every night, when there were times you were unable to attend my races last season, I was a little sad because if I am being honest, my race weekends are so much better when you are there. I don’t know if you feel the same way but…” you cut Oscar off mid rant by kissing him. Oscar was shocked but he kissed you back, his hands finding their place on your hips. “I take it you feel the same way.”

“Of course I feel the same way, it kinda hard not to fall in love with you.” You admitted and Oscar smiled shyly. “Did charles talk to you?”

“He did actually, why?” Oscar asked.

“Because Alexandra talked to me too, saying that you looked at me like I was your whole world.” You said.

“I do look at you like that, you are my whole world, you were the first person I told when I got into F1, you mean a lot to me.” Oscar confessed.

“You mean a lot to me too. Since you’re here, do you want to sleep over?” You asked.

“I think it would be better if we waited until our first official date tonight.” Oscar said,

“Ooh tonight, do you have something special in mind?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise. Good night, darling.” Oscar said, kissing you. Once he pulled away, you said

“Good night, tiburóncin.” And Oscar left with a smile on his face. Once the door was closed, Oscar whispered yes, celebrating his victory of asking you out. You also whispered yes, celebrating your victory of him reciprocating your feelings.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

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.)

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.

Celebrity Crush

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles decided to buy concert tickets to The Driver Era since his girlfriend loves them. However, this will be the first time Charles witnesses how much Y/N LOVES Ross Lynch.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: this fanfic will mainly serve as a way to get back into the flow of writing so I hope y’all like it. This is inspired by the way I get so feral and unhinged whenever a Ross Lynch concert edit shows up on my fyp

Charles was on his laptop, sitting at the table in their hotel room while Y/N FaceTimed with her parents on the bed.

“Sí mami, ya tengo todos los regalos para mis primos….Cuando vas a (your mom’s country)?…Así que cuando charles y yo estamos en Nueva York, te doy los regalos, y luego vas planeando como empacar los regalos en la maletas…” Y/N told her mom.

Her and Charles were planning to go to New York before the Texas Grand Prix, their flight is next week. Luckily, Y/N’s favorite band, the Driver Era, just so happens to have a concert October 10, during the time they are in New York. So Charles being the wonderful boyfriend he is, is buying tickets. Luckily, there were still tickets available and they weren’t expensive at all. It wouldn’t even matter if they were expensive, he still would have bought them. Y/N hung up the phone as Charles looks up from his laptop.

“What did your mom want, Mon coeur?” Charles asked. Y/N pulled up a chair to sit next to Charles at the table.

“She wanted to know if I bought the gifts for my cousins. I swear, every time I travel with you for your races, she asks me to buy stuff for her side of the family. My dad…not so much since I dont talk to much to my cousins on his side. Are we going to fly straight to New York?” Y/N asked.

“Actually, love, the jet is already scheduled to take us to Monaco, I hope that’s okay.” Charles said.

“It’s okay, that’s good, actually, that way I can pack better outfits.” Y/N said, before kissing Charles. “The flight is tomorrow morning?”

“In the afternoon since it was a night race.” Charles said.

“Cool, I’ll brush my teeth then we can go to sleep. Or do you need to shower?” Y/N asked.

“I was thinking we could shower together.” Charles said with a little smirk. Y/N just nodded her head, giggling lightly.

“I mean it does save water.” Y/N said. Charles got up first, grabbing Y/N’s hand to lead her in the shower.

After their shower, Y/N blow dried Charles’s hair for him before she started her hair routine, also blow drying it because there’s no way in hell she is sleeping with wet hair. The next day, they ate, got dressed, and were ready to go to the airport.

As usual, Y/N slept on the flight to Nice, and with their New York flight being at night, they had time to get eat and finish packing their bags with extra clothes they needed for the trip. On their flight is where Charles thought it was time to break the news.

“Mon coeur, what do you plan on doing during our New York visit?” Charles asked. Y/N started wondering.

“I Don’t know, honestly. I just thought of visiting my mom before she goes visit my grandma, so I haven’t really thought of anything. We could go apple picking upstate, why do you ask?” Y/N asked.

“No reason, just wanted to make sure you’re free October 10th.” Charles said.

“What’s special about October 10th?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing really, just that I got 2 tickets to the driver era concert.” Charles and Y/N turned to face Charles.

“You’re kidding.” Y/N and Charles shook his head. “Ah! No way, I’m gonna see if my friend can come.”

“I thought we were going to go together.” Charles said and Y/N looks hesitant. “Why don’t you wanna go with me? I promise I won’t dance.”

“It’s not that it’s just…are you sure you want to go? It’s not your scene.” Y/N said.

“We’re going.” Charles said.

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Y/N said.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to spend time with him, but the concerts end with Ross Lynch being shirtless and all the fangirls losing their minds. So when the concert rolls around, they’re waiting on line and there were two girls talking in front of them.

“I also excited, do you think he will wear a tank top and rip it off like last time or do you think he’ll be wearing a button down?” Girl 1 asked

“Who cares, he’s gonna end up shirtless anyway. But I love Rocky, he’s such a vibe.” Girl 2 said.

“Who’s going to end up shirtless, Mon coeur?” Charles asked.

“Oh you’ll see soon enough, muñeco.” Y/N said, patting his back.

The venue doors are open and everyone started walking in, Y/N went to the merch table, holding Charles’s hand so he doesn’t get lost in the crowd because it is a small venue, she decided on buying the t-shirt that said “Ross’s Girlfriend” (which I really wanted but I couldn’t get) and Charles decided on a shirt that had the band name in the front and tour dates in the back. Charles paid for the merch and they got to the floor after Y/N put new shirt on over her outfit.

“You really like Ross, huh?” Charles asked.

“You have no idea. He’s been my celebrity crush since he was on disney channel.” Y/N explained, Charles just nodded. “Thank you for buying the tickets, muñeco, really.” Y/N kissed Charles and pulled away as soon as she heard the introduction of the band.

When “Natural” started playing, Ross took off his shirt, Y/N was staring at him, completely mesmerized by the way Ross moved and interacted with his brother, Rocky. Charles recorded Ross and Rocky singing and then panned to Y/N’s reaction. Charles was liking the music but he believed Y/N sung “when you need a man” a little too loudly. Overall, they enjoyed the concert, Y/N more than Charles obviously, they were walking to the car and once they got in, Y/N asked.

“Did you have fun?” Charles looks at Y/N.

“Of course I do, Mon coeur, watching you enjoy your favorite band perform makes me so happy. I’m glad I got to do this with you.” Charles said, kissing her. “I just didn’t know you were so in love with the blonde guy.”

“I’m sorry, muñeco, but he’s 6’1, Can sing, dance, and there’s the nostalgia factor. You know I’m your number one fan.” Y/N said, making reference to one of their songs.

“And im yours.” Charles replied.

“Hey, do you think we can hit a drive thru or something, I’m hungry.” Y/N asked.

“Sure thing. Are there any other celebrity crushes I should be aware of?” Charles asked,

“Musician wise? No. Actor wise? There’s Jensen Ackles and Dylan O’Brien, that’s it.” Y/N said.

“Interesting. There’s no way to meet them, right?” Charles asked.

“Unless you are willing to drop about 2 grand on a Supernatural convention in Jersey. Why Jersey?” Y/N asked.

“It’s not that much money.” Charles said.

“Muñeco, that’s awfully sweet of you but this show ended in 2020 and they are still holding conventions for it. Plus I checked before, the Jensen Ackles photo ops are already sold out.” Y/N pouted,

“Maybe next time, Mon ange.” Charles said.

“You would really spend money so I could meet my celebrity crushes?” Y/N asked.

“If it makes you happy, I would bring you the moon.” Charles said,

“I love you.” Y/N said.

“I love you too. Now let’s go get you some chicken nuggets and fries.” Charles said.

“And a milkshake.” Y/N said.

“And a milkshake.” Charles replied before driving off to the nearest fast food drive thru.

The End

Was it stupid? Yes, but did I like writing it? Also yes. Hope y’all liked it!

I love this man, sorry not sorry, had to include him

Not gonna lie, I really love these kind of Marauders imagines, they are always so soft by the end and it’s adorable

Flinching During A Fight

(Marauders )

TW: Mentioning of Abuse PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION i do not want to hurt anyone or be responsible for triggers. Swearwords. Nicknames

Marauders x Genderneutral Reader

James Potter

You and James rarely fought. When you did fight it was usually over something stupid. But this time was different. It was a lot more serious. Words where being thrown and you both subconsciously knew you would regret it later.

This time James had been spending a LOT of time with his friends. Yes usually James spends most of his time with his friends but for the past 2 weeks he had almost been ignoring you. Just a few nods in the hallways or a kiss before and after dinner then going off to hang out with his friends.

You were getting tired of it so you decided to confront him.

After a few minutes of arguing it was getting a lot more heated.

"James can you not be and arrogant prick for once and listen to me" you snapped.

"It's not my fucking fault your so clingy" He snarled back. That hurt.

"You know what Fuck You" you practically screamed.

He started breathing heavier and his fist was clenched.

It looked similar to the way your Ex Boyfriend Erik would do before beating you.

You quickly backed away into the corner and knelt down on the ground with you arms around your knees.

You were shaking very visibly.

James quickly realized what he had just done.

"No, no, no please Bunny. I really didn't mean that" He knelt by your side but still giving you space.

You were crying and James' heart was breaking at the sound.

You looked at him teary eyed.

"I-i'm sorry" you stuttered through tears.

"No Baby, I'm the fucking stupid one please I am so sorry. C-can i hug you?" He asked hesitantly.

You thought for a second but obliged.

He lifted you onto his lap and held you close to his chest rocking you back and forth stroking you hair.

"I'm sorry Bubba. I have been a Shit boyfriend and I got mad at you for no reason. And I promise you I was never going to lay a hand on you and I never will" He said to you trying to fight back his own tears.

"E-Erik looked l-like that when he got mad.... then he would hit me" you whispered into his chest.

James was livid he wanted to kill him.

"I promise Bunny I will never ever hurt you. And If Erik get a few nasty hexes thrown at him it might be a coincidence" he said into your ear.

You giggled at how defensive you Boyfriend was.

"I'm sorry If i'm clingy" you blushed.

"No your not Baby. I was just mad at myself" He said sternly making sure you knew you could cuddle him any time.

"Lets get into bed shall we?" He asked after a few more minutes of sitting in silence on the floor.

You yawned and nodded.

After you got into bed James held you very closely.

"I love you" he whispered in your ear.

"I love you too" You whispered back.

Sirius Black

It was just after the Christmas holidays. Sirius was forced to spend the holiday at Grimmauld Place and he was NOT happy on the train ride back to Hogwarts.

You were in the great hall for the welcome back feast and your boyfriend felt a little tense.

You tried to make light conversation but he brushed you off everytime.

You were feeling a bit down after that so decided to ignore him and give him some space.

James and Remus where patrolling the halls and Peter was down in the Kitchens so Sirius took you to his dorm saying minimum words.

He groaned and layed down on his bed.

"A-re you alright?" You stuttered not wanting to push any buttons.

"Do I look alright Y/N. Does this look like the face of someone who is Fucking Alright. You really are a daft Bitch you know that" He snapped.

"Sirius I'm sorry can I-" He cut you off and stood up.

"WHAT YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME? TRY GETTING RID OF MY FUCKING PARENTS. I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY" He roared.

"Calm down" You yourself were trying to remain calm.

"CALM DOWN. CALM FUCKING DOWN" He came towards you and had his hand held out.

It looked as if he was going to strike you.

You screamed and ran to the other side of the room.

"I'mSorryI'mSorryI'mSorry Pleasedon'thitme" You were scrunched up by Remus' bed not even looking at him.

Sirius took a second to realise where he was. He looked at his hand spread out and back over to you.

"Oh my God" He whispered in disbelief to himself.

If you hadn't of screamed he could of hurt you.

The person he swore to protect with his whole life.

He wasn't thinking of you one bit during that argument. He was thinking of his mother. He was angry at her not you.

"Oh My God" He said louder his thought racing.

You were still in the corner shaking in fear.

"Baby I-" He couldn't finish his sentence.

He slowly walked over to you and knelt down a good 2 meters away so not to alarm you.

"Darling will you please look at me?" He asked very softly.

You peaked your head up from under your arms.

"Darling. I promise not one bit of what I said was meant for you. I was thinking of my mother. I was just very angry at her in that moment. And I am so so so sorry that I scared you. The fact that I almost hit you scares me shitless. But I can promise you that I shall never inflict pain to you on purpose or by accident. I love you Y/N" He spoke very slowly and Very clearly.

He knew you needed to hear what he had to say and He had to hear what he was saying.

It took you about a minute to register all that he had said.

You hesitantly crawled over to him and sat in his lap.

"Hi Baby" He smiled softly.

"I'm sorry" You said.

"No darling. You have nothing to be sorry. I am the one that should be sorry. Will you forgive me?" He was ashamed of himself.

You smiled and nodded then kissed him on the nose.

"Yes Of Course. I know you weren't in the right headspace. And now I know next time you are like that to leave you alone for a bit" You chirped.

"Thankyou Baby. I love you so much and If anything happens to you I will never forgive myself. I promise to work on controlling myself" he whispered while kissing your temple.

You smiled and nodded.

"I want cuddles" You said.

"Okay baby let's get into some comfortable clothes and then we can okay?" He asked.

You bounced up and down and nodded.

He soon helped you get dressed and you layed in bed feeling the warmth and protection of the man you loved.

Remus Lupin

It was just before the full moon. He was always pretty angsty and on edge before a transformation.

You tended to always keep your distance from him but then afterwards not leave him alone.

You had a test coming up which didn't help the situation.

You had not one clue on what to study or what the material meant.

You knew you had to ask Remus for help.

He was in his dormitory studying at the shared desk.

"Remus" You asked softly.

"Yes" he said kind of sharply.

"Well erm.... I kinda need help studying.... could you help me?" You asked timidly.

"Come here" He said flatly.

You pulled over a chair and sat down.

As he was explaining the material you were trying to pick up on anything you could. He was talking so fast it was hard for you to keep up.

"Right do you understand?" He asked grumpy.

"No not really" You said quietly.

"ARE YOU FUCKING DAFT? I HAVE EXPLAINED IT ALL TO YOU WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT" Remus screamed.

"S-sorry I- Y-you were going very fast-" You whimperd.

"OH SO IT'S MY FUCKING FAULT THAT YOUR SO STUPID" He exclaimed slamming his hands on the desk.

This frightened you. You flinched back as the booming noise made its way into your ears.

You whimperd and started crying.

Remus eyes widened in realisation.

He made you scared.

He called you stupid.

He made you cry.

He was a monster.

"Baby...... No Baby please.... I- I am so sorry... No please don't cry" He panicked wiping away your tears.

He gave you a couple minutes to calm down and get your breathes in order.

"Look at me darling" He said tilting your chin slightly upwards

"M'sorry" You yelp quietly.

"No my love you don't need to apologise. I am the stupid one. I am not feeling well and I took all my anger on you and M'sorry. I was going fast and I didn't give you a chance to catch up. I love you and it kills me that the fact that I made you scared." He finished with a deep breathe.

"I forgive you Remmy" You smile instantly cheered up.

Remus gives you a bright smile in return and brushed some loose strands of a hair out of your face.

"Can we cuddle now?" You bounce up and down in excitement.

"Of course Baby." He laughs at your puppy like attitude and picks you up and takes you to his bed.

You snuggle deeper into him and fall asleep.

There’s A Frog In My Hand

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary:after scrolling on TikTok, Enid decides to try the trend on Ajax and tells Y/N to do it on Xavier so Enid can compare their reactions.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Xavier because he’s just the cutest, very fluffy, implied Ajax x Enid

Y/N was walking to the quad when she heard someone yell her name. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, I gotta show you something!” Y/N turned around and saw that it was her best friend, Enid. Enid tan as fast as she could and almost bumped into Y/N. “Sorry. I was on TikTok and I was looking at couple trends so I can do some with Ajax, and look at what I came across.” Enid told Y/N. They both sat down at a table in the quad before Enid played the video.

In the video, there was a couple on the bed, the first girl said to her girlfriend that there was an invisible flea in her hand and that it was going to do 3 backflips. After doing the backflips, the first girl asked her girlfriend to hold his little hat as he does more backflips. Then the first girl asked her girlfriend if she really believe that there is a flea in her hands. The girlfriend says no and the first girl asks “then why are you holding his little hat?” And the girlfriend answers “because you asked me to!”

“It’s literally so fucking cute!! You should try that with Xavier.” Enid tells Y/N. “Do you really think Xavier will go along with there being an invisible flea in my hand?” Y/N asks. “Well it doesn’t have to me a flea, I’ve seen people say there was a frog in their hand, a cricket, it could be anything really. I’m gonna try it with Ajax and see his reaction. I’m gonna say flea because I’m a werewolf so that’s easy.” Enid commented as she puts her phone away.

“Then I guess I’ll choose that there’s a frog. I’m naming the frog though.” Y/N commented. “Only you would name an imaginary frog. I wonder how different Ajax and Xavier would react to having an invisible animal in our hands.”Enid said. “I honestly think Ajax would just be asking a lot of questions.” Y/N said, the girls started laughing and that’s when Y/N felt someone cover her eyes.

“Guess who.” The voice said. “Could it be Nevermore’s resident tortured artist?” Y/N guessed and Xavier uncovered her eyes and gave her a forehead kiss. “I expected you so say your super hot boyfriend but that works too.” Xavier said as he sat down beside Y/N. “What were you girls talking about?”

“About nothing, cariño. My parents wanted me to invite you to dinner Saturday night, by the way. My mom is making tallarines saltado, It’s gonna be really good.” Y/N mentioned. “That’s spaghetti, right?” Xavier asked, making sure he got his Spanish right. “Yeah, It’s spaghetti. So is that a yes?” Y/N asked hopefully. “Yeah for sure. I gotta go find Ajax, see you later, angel.” Xavier said, kissing her forehead. When Xavier was far from the table, Enid started talking again.

“So I was thinking you record the video on your phone, and then you can send it to me so I can post it on my gossip site. I will also post my video with Ajax and we’ll have a poll of who’s the better boyfriend. Do you accept the challenge, L/N?” Enid said, holding out her hand to Y/N. “Challenge accepted, Sinclair.”

After classes were over, Y/N went to Xavier’s dorm. “Mi amor, It’s me, Can i come in?” Y/N asked. Xavier opened the door so she could come in. They greeted each other with a kiss and Y/N walked in and sat on Xavier’s bed. “To what do I owe the pleasure, milady?” Xavier said in a bad British accent as he bowed down. Y/N laughed and hit him lightly on the arm. “No seas payaso (don’t be silly), Enid showed me this couples video today, do you want to try it with me?” Y/N asked Xavier.

“Sure babe, let me take a shower then we can do it, okay.” Xavier said and kissed her forehead before he went to the bathroom so he can shower. Like 15 minutes later he’s out and dressed. “Okay I’m ready.” Xavier said. “Great, I’m gonna record it if that’s okay to prove to Enid I did it” Y/N said and Xavier nodded his head. Y/N propped her phone on his dresser, leaning against his cologne bottle and Y/N pressed record.

“Okay, Xavi, so there’s a frog in my hands, okay? His name is Rogelio.” Y/N said. “Why is his name Rogelio?” Xavier asked. “I was watching Shrek 2 in Spanish, okay. Anyway, Rogelio is going to do 3 backflips.” Y/N said, keeping her eyes on Xavier. Xavier nodded. “Okay Rogelio, do your thing, buddy.” “1, 2, 3” as Y/N counted Rogelio’s backflips, she also moved her head as if following his backflips, Xavier did the same.

“Can you hold his jacket for him?” Y/N asked, showing Xavier her cupped hand. “Yeah sure, Rogelio must be feeling hot after doing 3 backflips in a row.” Xavier commented, he went to your hands and moved his hands as if taking the jacket off of the frog. “He’s gonna do 3 backflips again. 1, 2, 3.” Y/N said. “He did a double backflip at the end! Rogelio, you are a very talented frog, you must be exhausted.” Xavier commented, Y/N wanted to laugh so bad, Xavier is just the cutest. “Does Rogelio want his jacket back? It’s a very nice jacket, actually.”

“Okay, Xavi, here’s a question for you. Do you really believe there’s a frog in my hands?” Y/N asked him. “Well you told me there’s a frog in your hands and I’m holding his jacket. He’s probably an invisible frog.” Xavier said, Y/N giggled. “Querido, how would I get an invisible frog?” Y/N asked him. “I Can anímate anything I draw and you’re asking me if it’s possible to have an invisible frog?” Xavier countered.

“We’re getting off the subject. Do you really think there is a frog in my hands.” Y/N asked. “Probably not.” Xavier said, finally. “Then why are you holding Rogelio’s jacket?” Y/N asked. “Because you asked me to, love.” Xavier said laughing, Y/N laughed too and hugged Xavier, hiding her face in his chest and Xavier kissed the top of her head. When they were done, Y/N stopped the video.

“Did I do the video right?” Xavier asked Y/N. “Yes, you did it perfectly, mi vida.” Y/N said. Y/N grabbed her phone and sent the video to Enid. A free minutes later, Enid replied to her

Enid: AWW 🥰😍🥰😍 HE IS THE SWEETEST!

The next day, when Y/N was walking to the quad, everyone stared at her, mostly the girls and all she heard was “you’re so lucky!” “He’s so sweet!” “Your boyfriend is adorable.” And so on. When Y/N at a table, Xavier approached her. “Hey, love, did you see Enid’s gossip site?” Xavier asked. “No, not really. I knew she was gonna post it but I didn’t know when, why?” Y/N asked.

“Everyone is commenting that we’re the best couple. That and that I’m totally whipped for you. I mean I am, but still.” Xavier said, putting his arm around your shoulders. “At least now everyone knows we’re dating, that should keep your jealous fits in check.” Y/N commented and Xavier just laughed. “Ha ha, very funny. Come one, let’s go to class.” Xavier said as he grabbed Y/N’s backpack to carry it for her and held her hand while they walk to class. Maybe Xavier is whipped for Y/N but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Should this be my brand? Just writing Hispanic Reader fanfics? Let me know!

Sirius Black Must Die 

Prologue

Disclaimer: This takes place in an alternate universe where Hogwarts is basically like a NORMAL boarding school, it takes place in the present day, and Voldemort DOESN’T EXIST

gif cred: @bijespers

Sirius Black is the womanizer of Hogwarts. He had boys wishing they were him and girls wishing to be with him. What he doesn’t know is that a certain Ravenclaw student knows his tricks. Her names is YN YLN, she’s only a year below Sirius. For being a 4th year, she was quite perceptive.

She saw how Sirius would first sit at the Gryffindor table during lunch and kiss his “girlfriend” Alesia Carrera, a fifth year. He would later excuse himself and sit at the Hufflepuff table to talk and hang out with his OTHER GIRLFRIEND, Ximena Valente. He would then leave the Great Hall and make out with his SLYTHERIN GIRLFRIEND, Catalina Montoya by the staircase.

Why did Sirius have multiple girlfriends? What was so great about Sirius Black that made girls go crazy? These are the questions that YN made to herself.

Neither of the girls know what Sirius was doing. They were completely under the spell of the 5th year Gryffindor and YN didn’t like it one bit. No one should treat people like that. She’s just waiting for his game to fall apart. And to her surprise it fell apart 2 weeks later in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Original Characters

Catalina Montoya

Alessia Carrera

Ximena Valente

Where Is It?

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets tired of Logan asking where things are

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: Inspired by a scene from The King of Queens, this is my first Logan Sargeant Fanfic

Logan has been dating his girlfriend, Y/N, since his Formula 2 days, he has been living with Y/N since he started Formula 1, moved into her apartment, and yet Logan keeps asking where things are. At first it was fine but it started getting out of hand.

1st Week Living Together

Logan wanted to make Y/N breakfast but he didn't know where anything was. He didn't want to mess anything up so he went into the living room.

"Baby, where's the waffle iron?" Logan asked. Y/N looked at him

"Oh, it's in the pantry, here." Y/N got off the couch, walked into the kitchen, and opened the pantry. "So i keep the pancake mix on this shelf next to the syrup, the waffle iron is in this drawer along the base of the blenders if you wanted to make yourself a smoothie. The blenders should be on this shelf, okay." Y/N said, pointing to everything, showing Logan where everything was.

"Okay, thank you, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Logan said.

"Aw, thank you, mi principe." Y/N said, kissing his cheek.

2nd Week

Logan was tryng to open a package but he couldn't find scissors.

"Honey, where are the scissors?" Logan shouted from the living room.

"Check the cupboard in the living room! should be in the drawer next to my sewing machine!" Y/N yelled from their bedroom.

"Thank you!" Logan shouted when he found them and opened his package.

6 Months

Logan came back from his morning run (I’m guessing) and he wanted to make a smoothie. He took a quick shower and entered the kitchen where he slaw Y/N making herself eggs. Logan kissed her and started pulling out the protein powder, frozen fruits, milk, but he was missing something.

“Babe, where’s the blender?” Logan asked, Y/N flipped her egg, and turned around to look at Logan.

“Where do you think it is, principe?” Y/N asked.

“I have no idea, that’s why I’m asking you.” Logan said, Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled it out for him. “Here you go.” Y/N said, going back to the stove to serve the egg on her plate.

Present Day

Y/N was in the dining room, using the table to make a custom corset that someone ordered from her. When she finished pinning the pattern to the fabric, she got out her fabric scissors to cut it when Logan came in.

“Honey, where are the…? Oh, can I use the scissors when you’re done?” Logan asked.

“No! These are my fabric scissors, use the other ones.” Y/N said.

“That’s what I came here for, to ask you where the scissors are.” Logan said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.

“No puede ser, we have been living together for 1 and a half and you still don’t know where the scissors are?” Y/N asked. Logan shook his head. “The scissors are in the same place they have always been, I have never moved it once, and yet you keep asking me where they are. Not to mention the blender, the waffle iron, the pens, your keys. I’ll tell you what, cariño, I have been a tour guide in my own apartment long enough. Too many precious moments have been wasted showing you where things are, just learn! Learn! Or at least actually look for them before you ask me. I mean, what if I was on vacation? How would you make your protein smoothies? How would you make waffles? How you cut anything ever again? Would you just sit here weeping and soiling yourself until somebody came in to help you. No you wouldn’t, you would *gasp* remember where something is. Now, just this once, find where the scissors are, come on, I know you can do it, you’re a smart boy, Amor.”

“I’m not a golden retriever, Y/N.” Logan said.

“TikTok disagrees. Now again, where are the scissors?” Y/N said. Logan stopped for a second, trying to remember where Y/N said they were before. He walked into the living room and Y/N followed behind him observing. “Well, you’re on the right room” Logan nodded, he was off to a great start. He walked to the cupboard and opened a drawer.

“I got ‘em.” Logan said, showing Y/N the scissors.

“You got ‘em. That wasn’t so hard, right, mi vida?” Y/N asked him.

“Not really, no.” Logan responded.

“Good boy.” Y/N walked into the dining room to cut the fabric and Logan followed her. As Y/N was cutting the fabric, she felt Logan staring at her. “What do you need now, Logan?”

“Tape.” Logan responded,

“Oh que la…” Y/N said rubbing her temples. “Just look for them.” Y/N responded as calmly as she can. Logan left and she continues to cut the fabric. When he finished cutting out the pieces, Logan came back with tape in his hands. “Finally!”

“I’m sorry that I keep asking you where things are.” Logan said.

“I accept your apology. Now leave me alone for the next few hours, I gotta sew this together.” Y/N said,

“You got it.” Logan said, kissing Y/N before going to their bedroom.

The End

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