#AND I FLEW IN FROM SINGAPORE FOR THIS

[heartofalifer]

I attended the Armageddon Expo in Auckland today and seeing Christopher Eccleston was such a delight. The event was delayed but only for us to find out that his flight was delayed and he landed 2 hours BEFORE the event and poor man he was exhausted.

Yet he surprised everyone by coming out to see everyone at the start of the show instead of his scheduled timing on the panel. He was so funny and charming, vulnerable and candid at the same time. And then halfway through his panel, his phone went off, "next 100 metres, turn right".

It's my first time ever attending a convention and I don't think I can live this down for a bit. Oh gosh. I don't think I can go on without constantly talking about this.

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Italian Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso

[f1-stuff]

hello im new to f1 and i was just wondering if charles and carlos used to fly together but don’t anymore? cause i rmbr seeing a lot of content of them posting each other on flights but none of it is recent

I think they still do sometimes, but it depends on when they each want to get to the race/how many people they’re bringing with them? And they’re sponsored by vistajet so I’m guessing they’ve each got access to a jet whenever they want… 😅

I’m not totally sure tho! I imagine when like Fred and their engineers and stuff fly to a race from maranello, and both Charles and Carlos are in Italy, they all fly together. But I don’t actually have much insight on this tbh

[imreallyloveleee]

bit of an update on me in the tags if you're interested

[27demos]

scenerv → a-myg-da-la

[doctorbeth]

Mimming from Singapore

A couple months ago I received an email from Mimming's person in Singapore. Mimming is an almost 40 year old teddy bear, and she's been very well loved... and hugged.

This is what Mimming looked like when she was young:

And this is what she looked like at the start of 2023:

As you can see, she lost a lot of weight and fur from hugs over the years. Her eyes have cataracts (you'll see those better later), her nose is dangling due to muzzle shrinkage, and she has some pretty significant wounds she usually keeps under her shirt. But she's still a very cuddly bear with an endearing expression.

Her person was hoping to get Mimming recovered in new fur, so she could be hugged and have adventures for at least 40 more years. A new nose and new eyes were under consideration, and we agreed starting with a spa (especially since her stuffing was so compressed, was probably in order. So... Mimming found a flight with her buddy Little Mimming to keep her company (you'll see her later) and headed across the Pacific to CA. While Mimming is well travelled, this was a first solo Pacific flight, and so it was bit scary, hence the company. It actually took less than a week for her to arrive!

She started with her bubble bath, that way new fur would match her cleaned fur color.

You can see her cataracts, particularly in her right eye, and how loose and chipped her nose is here.

Next was deciding if she would get a new nose and eyes, or keep her originals. Turns out, there were many nose options. Smooth like nose, flocked/velvety, size differences:

Her person opted for a new, velvety, triangular nose. For her eyes, there was really only one option, new or not. I can usually get pretty good color matches, but Mimming's eyes had also faded, so new eyes would be a touch brighter. Once eyes or a nose come out, they can't go back in, and with recovering it's best to remove them before recovering, so this was a decision that needed to be made before fur choice. Here's the eye option next to her original eye:

Mimming's person opted for two new eyes. We agreed to preserve her old eyes and nose in her heart with a bit of her stuffing. But first, she needed new fur. Here were some of the white fur options:

Mimming's person went with the thick white faux fur, and surgery proceeded. For her brown patch, I had furs to match all of the white fur options, so we were all set there.

Here's her heart being made and installed:

And here are the first photos of Mimming in all new fur. She still has open seams, so her chubbiness can be adjusted:

While she sits naturally like in her baby photos, she can also lay flat like she could when she arrived. Chubbiness approved, Mimming got dressed and went outside for a photo shoot. She was well traveled, but had never been to California, and she wanted some photos as souvenirs. Little Mimming joined her for the photo shoot (those were the first tulips of the season):

And those adorable knitted overalls? Those are Mimming's regular travel clothes that she arrived in. Good thing that knit stretches. I particularly liked the little teddy bear buttons to hold the straps.

Mimming and Little Mimming flew home and again, it was a fast trip, just 5 days! Here they are safe and sound, albeit a little jet lagged, with their friends:

Her person wrote:

Thank you so much!! She looks amazing! We are so happy we got to spend the rest of our lifetime with her - another 40+ years!! Thank you Doctor Beth for taking great care of her. You’re such a blessing to all of us! Praying for your good health and good life. Stay happy and blessed!

[lovelytsunoda]

heatwave // mick schumacher

summary: sticky, sweaty days are no fun at all

pairing: mick schumacher x fiancée reader

prompts used: laying in bed all dayyy together with fans on & when one loves to cuddle and the other hates feeling sticky & "i know the weather is hot, but you're so much hotter, babe" ".... why did you have to be so cringe--

warnings: mentions of heatstroke, mentions of sex

authors note : I know I said I had no inspiration but I guess that was a bold faced lie because now I have some?

the ceiling fan spun in lazy circles, sheer curtains drawn shut and a small portable fan set on the nightstand. the two young lovers were drenched in sweat, despite not having left the bed (or gotten up to anything rated above a pg-13) all day.

the heatwave was a killer, and although they had been warned about the impending inclement weather to the dallas are, neither one had listened.

“ew, mick, your top is soaked through, take it off!”

“so is my skin!” he shot back with a laugh, shaking his head so that droplets of sweat flew off his soaked blond locks. “how’s that going to make any kind of difference?”

“it just will!” his fiancée whined from the bed, where she was lying on top of the sheets in nothing but panties and a grey robbed tank top. “I am literally dying here.”

laughing to himself, mick flopped down on the bed and reached for the tv remote, placing one warm hand on his lovers thigh. it felt like a branding iron on her skin, the simple sweaty contact becoming all too much.

“stop, stop! you’re too hot, I can’t take it!” the shout was followed by the rustling of pillows as she tried to find one that still had a cool side, pressing it over her face in an attempt to cool down

still laughing, mick sunk down on the bed next to her, nimble fingers raking his sweaty hairs away from his eyes as he joined his lover in staring at the ministrations of the ceiling fan.

“you know, this weather is hot, but you’re so much hotter, babe.” mick mused drowsily, turning to face yn.

the woman he loved. the one he was going to marry. there were only a few months now until the wedding, only a few things left to do.

if they could survive this heatwave, that is.

“mick,” she started, pausing for a second as she pulled the pillow away from her face, ready to hit him with it. “what do you have to be so cringe?”

“because you looove me.” mick laughed, leaning over her sweaty body to press kisses all over her face

“mick, you dog!” she shouted in between giggles, fighting the urge to curl her body around his, especially knowing how hot and sweaty she would become if she allowed herself to sink into his loving embrace.

she shoved mick to the side, using the last of her energy to sit up in bed, the gurgle of her stomach echoing throughout the room.

“uber eats?”

“uber eats. and nothing too heavy, the heat will kill my appetite pretty fast.”

moving to the edge of the bed, yn got up and slowly stretched out her sore limbs. she didn’t deal with heat well after having gotten heatstroke watching mick race in singapore a few years prior, hence why she had barely left her bed all day, allowing mick to do yard work and cooking and such.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she started “and it’s likely the only time I ever will. please go and get the ice bath from the garage and make it as cold as humanly possible.”

micks eyes lit up, a devilish smile crossing his features. at the sight of his mischevious grin, yn regretted her decision almost instantly. her lover swept her off her feet, carrying her fireman-style to the garage. she sat on top of her dads old work bench as she watched mick set up the ice bath.

typically, she avoided ice baths like the plague. she found them far too cold, as if she was single handedly reentering the ice age.

but with heat like todays, that seemed to be the perfect answer.

she watched mick set up, his back muscles and shoulder blades moving under his toned skin. “water should be cold, I’ll run inside for some ice.” that smile. that damned cheeky smile. “do you want a swimsuit, or do you want to go skinny dipping. let me tell you which one I would prefer-“

“stop. please. it is too hot for sex today.” she whined, gesturing for him to come closer. “just dump me on the cold water. I want to feel something other than heatstroke.”

mick laughed, picking her up again. “babe, you do not have heatstroke.”

“you don’t know that!”

still laughing, mick leaned over the ice bath and slowly began to lower his lover into the icy water. as the cold water began to touch her, she squealed, flinching back.

“it’s easier if I just drop you right in!”

“well, what are you waiting for!”

with a hearty grin, mick dropped her into the water, stepping back to avoid the splash back.

“holy fuck!” she moaned “god, that feels good.”

“um, excuse you, you never moan like that when I’m the root cause of pleasure.” mick joked, pretending to be offended

she held up her hand, sinking further into the water. “hush. I’d like to meditate in this chilled water, in peace.”

mick knelt next to the ice bath, reaching to playfully tug on her nose. “the ice bath fits two. have room for one more?”

she laughed, turning to kiss him softly. “come on, romeo. of course there’s room for two, we just might need more ice.”

[dizzyduck44]

Listen I don’t doubt that Lewis and George felt rough after the race in Singapore. But before you crucify Lando for saying people didn’t know his situation can I just remind you

• Checo’s drinks bottle gave up during the race. Did press.

• Colapinto in only his 3rd F1 start, staggered out of his car. Did press.

• Lando complained of being dizzy during the podium interview. Was then sent up to the podium, on to the press conference and then media pen.

Some drivers will think “it can’t have been that bad”, “they were fine by the time we flew back”. Personally I think once Lando complained of dizziness the podium should have had to wait while he was checked.

The thing that is surprising is Lewis. If you think back to Qatar last year, extreme heat races seem to really affect the tall drivers, Alex, Lance, Esteban, George (no wonder Haas weren’t keen to run Ollie Bearman). No one is ever accusing Lewis of being tall.

I don’t think as a GDPA rep George would avoid the media obligations if he wasn’t ill, but Toto has maybe made this sound a little more dramatic than it was. I’ve always considered Lewis to be the fittest driver on the grid, so I suspect dehydration (which is exactly what I think was wrong with Lando). And we don’t know if Lando was then ill later in the evening from it.

Personally if we are going to race in those conditions the drivers need a few minutes to take on fluid, snacks and grab towels or ice vests to bring their temperature down before they are expected to do press. Because the bone of contention seems to be, the Mercedes drivers seemed fine after they were given time, whilst the rest of them were expected to suffer through it. Hell Daniel did his in his ice vest.

And that seems to be the point people are missing. Instead of getting all upset because you think Lando is criticising George and Lewis, have you stopped to think, hang on, were other people who went to the press pen ill after the race?

And don’t use Lewis’ Qatar comment back at him, because then you are just as bad as the ones going after Lando right now.

And anyone who is saying they had a month to recover, don’t stoop to their level of stupidity.

[folkloresthings]

in honour of us both going to uni tomorrow, i have a lil drabble request…fernando with a younger gf doing a degree 🫣 nando is my guilty pleasure ngl

EL ur a genius 🤍 my two fav things. also made her do a journalism degree because i’m doing a journalism degree so what

A WORLD AWAY. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

“how’s your essay going?”

fernando’s soft spanish accent is muffled through the speaker of your phone, his face propped up on your desk next to your laptop. the glow of the screens and your newest candle illuminate your face in the top—right corner, hair scraped back and a large hoodie hanging on your shoulders. fernando still thinks you’re the most beautiful thing.

“not terrible,” you sigh, glancing at the word document that has laid untouched since your phone had rang thirty minutes ago. “need some more sources to fill it out a bit. i’ll probably have to stay up to finish it.”

“not too late,” fernando orders, brows raised. “you need your sleep.”

glancing at the clock, you mentally work out what time it is with him. he’d have only been up for a few hours, morning in singapore while it was night in london.

“yes sir,” you chuckle, sipping your lukewarm tea. “how do you feel for quali?”

the usual updates from your boyfriend pour in, and you know he could talk for hours about his job and the race. frankly, you’d let him. your degree was exhausting at the best of times, but you were in your final year now and with the deadline for your dissertation looming, the stress was piling on. fernando’s calls to rant about work or just dissect a race distracted you from your own responsibilities, even if it was just for a little while.

“go to sleep, mi amor. you look exhausted,” he sweetly worries, head titled adorably in the camera. “you can finish it tomorrow.”

“wanna talk to you, though,” you pout, already shutting your laptop and crawling under the covers of your bed. “i miss you.”

“i miss you too, cariño,” fernando murmurs. while the other wives and girlfriends jetted off to as many races as they could, your degree kept you far too busy to be able to visit fernando as much as you wanted to. you went to as many races as you could — but both of you felt the hardships of the distance.

“but you need to sleep. i’ll speak to you later, okay? i love you.”

“i love you too. goodnight.”

when you did get the chance to visit fernando at work, he was ecstatic. showing you off was his favourite thing to do, bragging about your academic achievements and whatever article you’d written most recently. it made a nice change to people asking, or not so subtly whispering, about the evident age gap.

you were almost twenty—four, fernando eighteen years your senior. it gained a lot of attention when you first went public, and still did two years into your relationship. you’d learned to deal with it, but you could always feel the eyes on you when you entered the paddock.

“don’t worry about them,” kika always told you, walking arm in arm to hospitality for a coffee. she had her own struggles, with her and pierre’s smaller, but still noticeable, age gap. “you love each other. that’s what matters.”

and, god, you did love fernando. watching him race, embedded in his element, he was easy to adore. when, every time he took him helmet off, he found your face in the crowd and sent you a wink.

“i’m so glad you could come,” your boyfriend mumbles in your ear when you hug him after the race, congratulating his impressive P5. it wasn’t podium, but you were proud no matter what. your chest seized as his words flew straight to your heart — you knew how much it meant to fernando to have someone there to support him, even with the tough facade he so often put on. you only wished you could be there more.

“a few more months and i’ll have graduated, then i’ll come to every race,” you tell him happily, lips squished where his hands press to each cheek. lingering forward, his soft lips fall on yours and kiss you adoringly. a thank you, everything he wasn’t very good at vocalising when he wanted to.

“i’m so proud of you,” fernando mumbles against your lips, hands heavy in your hair.

“i’m supposed to be the one telling you that.”

“i mean it, mi amor. you’ve been working so hard, and i know it’s not easy being with me. but i’m glad that you are,” fernando admits. your teeth find your bottom lip, willing it not to wobble as your eyes begin to sting with warmth. no matter what happened with the race, or your degree, or even the scandal of your relationship — you had each other.

[landinrris]

Yikes that was one dismissive congratulatory handshake between Carlos and Lando. Am surprised, but maybe I shouldn’t be?

This feels like bait, but I'm going to answer it anyway this once.

Lando said himself it was an exhausting race, and he was out front basically the entire time. Carlos was fighting his way through the pack, so I'm sure he was equally if not more tired. Forgive them for not jumping on each other like in Miami. That was a monumental moment for Lando, same as when Lando congratulated Carlos after his first win in 2022. The other notable times they've really been together in parc fermé, which you're likely using as the basis for this message, all come when they're on the podium together (Australia, Singapore, Monaco).

Also, I'm not sure why you would not be surprised about Carlos giving Lando a fairly tame congratulatory handshake. They've shown no outward signs of ill-will or misgivings towards each other of late. -Carlos very recently stated again that Lando is one of the people he gets along with best. -Lando also recently spoke very highly of Carlos and his abilities. -They flew home from Hungary together. -Lando and Carlos' family messed with each other and their parking spots in Hungary -Before and during driver's parades, they stand and talk to each other ~75-80% of the time (x, xx, xxx, xxxx etc. etc.).

Just because they don't broadcast themselves that they hang out together in their free time or that they're not making out in parc fermé after each race doesn't mean they don't like each other or have fallen out? They are real people with real lives and feelings-- they have other relationships and feel fatigued after they've just done their literal job.

[heartofalifer]

tired father and his excited nerd child.

[accio-victuuri]

wait.. i’m literally on here or weibo almost 24/7 ( as you can tell lol ) but I feel like i missed something. i’m seeing clowning related to xz’s photos and how it looks like he is a groom and it’s a wedding photoshoot. the place is also famous for wedding shoots ( allegedly, idk. i’m not from there ) so turtles are imagining again. lol. freakin coincidence that wyb’s GRA photoshoot was done at a wedding shop. plus the “wedding outfits” for weibo night. which is all clowning and galaxy braining.🌌

now, we’re joking around, like where’s yibo? he should be taking photos with his partner.

then i see comments that there is this one song WYB recently listened to. meaning, as recent as when XZ flew to singapore which is called 超人不会飞 (superman can’t fly) by Jay Chou. i know WYB and everyone else is a big fan of Jay Chou but the clowning comes from the timing of when he listened to it. let me get to that first.

here is the song if you wanna listen to it. 🎶

turtles are interpreting it as WYB longing to “fly” to where XZ is and be with him but he can’t because of all his work commitments. he wants to take a breather. thinking about what his life is and the constraints, and at times like this, when they spent days in Beijing, but now they have to be apart, it affects him even more.

however when i read the lyrics, it could also be because he can relate to what jay chou is singing about. here’s the english translation i found here. i have bolded the ones i felt like WYB relates too. literally no need for explanation. just read it. It fits with his status in life so much that it’s almost scary.

妈妈说很多事别太计较

ma ma shuo heng duo shi bie tai ji jiao

Mum said one should not be too fussy over most matters

只是使命感找到了我 我睡不着

zhi shi shi ming gan zhao dao le wo wo shui bu zhao

But my sense of mission found me and i can't sleep over it

如果说骂人要有点技巧

ru guo shuo ma ren yao you diao ji qiao

If scolding someone requires some skills

我会加点旋律你会觉得 超屌

wo hui jia diao xuan lu ni hui jue de chao diao

I will add a tune and you will feel it's very cool (diao)

我的枪不会装弹药（弹药）

wo de qiang bu hui zhuang dan yao (dan yao)

My gun is not loaded with ammunition

所以放心不会有人倒（人倒）

suo yi fang xin bu hui you ren dao (ren dao)

So don't worry, nobody will collapse

我拍青蜂侠不需要替身 因为自信是我绘画的颜料

wo pai qing feng xia bu xu yao ti sheng yin wei zi xin shi wo hui hua de yan liao

I don't need a double for The Green Hornet because confidence is the coloring for my painting

我做很多事背后的意义远比你们想象

wo zuo heng duo shi bei hou de yi yi yuan bi ni men xiang xiang

The meaning behind the things I did is far beyond your imagination

拍个电视剧为了友情与十年前的梦想

pai le dian shi ju wei le you qing yu shi nian qian de meng xiang

Filming a tv drama is for friendship and a dream 10 years ago

收视率再高也难抗衡我的伟大理想

shou shi lv zai gao ye nan kang heng wo de wei da li xiang

No matter how high the rating is, it can't match my noble ideal

因为我的人生无需再多一笔那奖项

yin wei wo de ren sheng wo xu zai duo yi bi na jiang xiang

Because my life do not need another award

我不知道何时变成了社会的那榜样

wo bu zhi dao he shi bian cheng le se hui de na bang yang

I don't know when I have become a society's role model

被狗仔拍不能比中指要大器的模样（怎样）

bei gou zai pai bu neng bi zhong zhi yao da qi de mo yang (zen yang)

Can't show the paparazzi the finger and have to put on a magnanimous front

我唱的歌词要有点文化

wo chang de ge ci yao you dian wen hua

The lyrics I sing must have some degree of literacy

因为随时会被当教材

yin wei sui shi hui bei dan jiao cai

Because it might become teaching material anytime

CNN能不能等英文好一点再访

CNN neng bu neng deng ying wen hao yi dian zai fang

Can CNN interview me when my English gets a little better

时代杂志封面能不能重拍

shi dai za zhi feng mian neng bu neng chong pai

Can i reshoot the Time magazine cover

随时随地注意形象

sui shi sui di zhu yi xin xiang

I must take care of my image at all times

要控制饮食不然就跟杜莎夫人蜡像的我不像（本来就不像）

yao kong zhi yin shi bu ran jiu gen du sha fu ren la xiang de wo bu xiang (ben lai jiu bu xiang)

I must control my diet or i won't look like the "me" in Madame Tussauds (it doesn't look like me in the first place)

好莱坞的中国戏院地上有很多手印脚印

hao lai wu de zhong guo xi yuan di shang you heng duo shou yin jiao yin

There are many handprints and footprints at Grauman's Chinese Theatre

何时才能看见我的掌

he shi cai neng kan jian wo de zhang

When will mine be seen there?

如果超人���飞 那就让我在空中停一停歇

ru guo chao ren hui fei na jiu rang wo zai kong zhong ti yi ti xie

If Superman can fly then let me take a breather in the sky

再次俯瞰这个世界 会让我觉得好一些

zai ci fu kan zhe ge shi jie hui ran wo jue de hao yi xie

Overlooking this world again will let me feel better

拯救地球好累 虽然有些疲惫但我还是会

zheng jiu di qiu hao lei sui ran you xie pi bei dan wo hai shi hui

Saving the world is tiring, though I am a little tired, I still will

不要问我哭过了没

bu yao wen wo ku guo le mei

Don't ask me if I have cried

因为超人不能流眼泪

yin wei chao ren bu neng liu yan lei

Because Superman can't cry

唱歌要拿最佳男歌手

chang ge yao na zui jia nan ge shou

(You) must get best male singer award as a singer

拍电影也不能只拿个最佳新人

pai dian yin ye bu neng zhi na ge zui jia xin ren

A newcomer award is not enough if you act

你不参加颁奖典礼就是没礼貌

ni bu can jia ban jiang dian li jiu shi mei li mao

Not attending award ceremonies is considered rude

你去参加就是代表你很在乎

ni qu can jia jiu shi dai biao ni heng zai hu

And if you do, it means you are over-concerned about it

得奖时你感动落泪（落泪）人家就会觉得你夸张做作（做作）

de jia shi ni gan dong luo lei (luo lei) ren jia jiu hui jue de ni kuang zhang zuo zuo

When you won an award and teared, people will think you are fake and exaggerating

你没表情别人就会说太嚣张

ni mei biao qing bie ren jiu hui shuo tai xiao zhang

When you have no expression, others will say you are too arrogant

如果你天生这个表情 那些人甚至会怪你妈妈（妈妈）

ru guo ni tian sheng zhe ge biao qing na xie ren sheng zhi hui guai ni ma ma (ma ma)

And if you are born with that expression, they will even blame your mum

结果最后是别人在得奖 你也要给予充分的掌声与微笑

jie guo zui hou shi bie ren zai de jiang ni ye yao ge yu chong fen de zhang sheng yu wei xiao

In the end someone else gets the award, you also have to give ample applause and smile

开的车不能太好 住的楼不能太高

kai de che bu neng tai hao zhu de lou bu neng tai gao

The car you drive can't be too luxurious nor can you live too high up

我到底是一个创作歌手 还是好人好事代表

wo dao di shi yi ge chuang zuo ge shou hai shi hao ren hao shi dai biao

Am I a singer-songwriter or a representative of good men and good deeds?

专辑一出就必须是冠军

zhuan ji yi chu jiu bi xu shi guan jun

My album must be ranked top once released

拍了电影就必须要大卖

pai le dian yin jiu bi xu yao da mai

My movie must sell well

只能说当超人真的好难

zhi neng shuo dan chao ren zhen de hao nan

I can only say, being a Superman is difficult

如果超人会飞（超人会飞）那就让我在空中停一停歇（停一停歇）

ru guo chao ren hui fei (chao ren hui fei) na jiu rang wo zai kong zhong ti yi ti xie (ti yi ti xie)

If Superman can fly then let me take a breather in the sky

再次俯瞰这个世界 会让我觉得好一些

zai ci fu kan zhe ge shi jie hui ran wo jue de hao yi xie

Overlooking this world again will let me feel better

拯救地球好累（地球好累）虽然有些疲惫但我还是会（我还是会）

zheng jiu di qiu hao lei (di qiu hao lei) sui ran you xie pi bei dan wo hai shi hui (wo hai shi hui)

Saving the world is tiring, though I am a little tired, I still will

不要问我哭过了没

bu yao wen wo ku guo le mei

Don't ask me if I have cried

因为超人不能流眼泪

yin wei chao ren bu neng liu yan lei

Because Superman can't cry

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I don’t think there is anything wrong with how cpfs are relating this to cpn cause that’s just how it is. But sometimes, there are other reasons why they do what they do.

SO MY CONFUSION COMES FROM HOW THE HELL DO PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HE RECENTLY LISTENED TO. I can’t seem to dig up how or maybe it’s something we don’t talk about. I have never experienced this kind of tidbit related to them before so I wanna know the source. Or is this like the gaming cpn where certain people know and they will not divulge the boy’s account for privacy? if anyone knows, feel free to comment. If i find out in the future, I will share.

[matan4il]

Mile stayed in Singapore after the Guerlain event yesterday, and today did a photoshoot with Harper's Bazaar (he flew back tonight):

They also enjoyed meals with Guerlain's people:

One of the cuter things to happen during this trip is that during the pre-event live yesterday, Mile was asked about the tofu pudding Apo liked so much when he was in Singapore last year, on Nov 11. Mile said it must have been delicious, because there was none left for him.

Apo was actually seen back then at the airport carrying two servings of tofu pudding, he was told he couldn't bring them on the plane, so he ate them there, but not before taking a pic of them. I guess Mile just confirmed the two servings (or at least one of them) were originally meant for him? Well, as you can see from the pic he posted to his personal IG last night, he finally got to try it!

Today, a fan asked him at the airport whether he liked it, and he said yes. Always matching husbands! ^u^

Mile also mentioned, during another live last night, that back when Apo was rehearsing Why Don't You Stay for the KP World Tour, he used to sing it all the time. This is his face listening to Mos' cover:

BOC posted a Mileapo vid that they filmed on Oct 16. It's a viral dance. Cute thing? Towards the end of his bit, you can see Apo's gaze shifting towards Mile. Even cuter thing? Apparently this viral trend is mostly done by dating couples.

And lastly, Apo posted this pic on IG. It was taken Nov 2, same day we got several pics of Mileapo, Bas and Tong rehearsing for the Man Suang tour. So, whoever Apo was at this diner with before or after, it could have been Mile (might have even been the one taking this pic):

Actually, one more thing! Bento posted two promo pics for an event they'll do with Mileapo on Nov 13. In one pic, it seems Mile's left hand is encircling Apo's arm:

And the other is just REALLY doing it for me. NGL, I can't wait to see them in these Chinese outfits and dream up a gazillion AU fics that I will never write...

(for more of my daily Mileapo/Kinnporsche, click here)

[nordschleifes]

extra — agua

➝ drop by drop, charlie discovers she can overflow

➝ word count: 2,9k

➝ warnings: parental relations, mentions of crimes and substance abuse

➝ author's note: this one shot takes place after monza, the events of which are mentioned in chapter 8. the title is inspired by chanel's song of same name and by my own wish to prepare you for what is coming in october.

It was a perfect Wednesday morning in Lugano. Charlie had accepted Fernando’s invitation to spend the week between Monza and Singapore with him in Switzerland with little hesitation, and was having a wonderful time. That morning, she had woken up a bit earlier than Fernando, and decided to enjoy the early-morning sun on the upstairs balcony before he got up. The temperature was pleasant and the sun was shining brightly, making the waters of Lake Lugano sparkle.

As she leaned against the railing, gazing across the water at the other houses dotting the hillside on the opposite shore, Charlie was lost in her own thoughts. She couldn't stop thinking about the events of the previous Sunday, when Fernando sought her support after such a frustrating race. They didn't talk much more after she assured him that she would never forget him, limiting herself to exchanging a kiss before falling asleep while holding each other, but that didn’t mean that Charlie didn’t have some unanswered questions that she’d been turning over in her mind ever since.

Charlie still couldn't understand why Fernando had gone to her room. Since his time with McLaren, Fernando’s routine normally was to retire to his hotel after debriefs to unwind and reflect by himself, unless he flew home straight away. But that night, he had looked for her, asked her to stay with him, as if her presence alone could help ease his frustration.

“Maybe he really does trust me,” Charlie thought as she watched a trail of white wake forming behind a boat skimming across the lake’s surface. The idea of ​​being someone Fernando trusted was a strange feeling, especially considering that until recently, she thought Fernando despised her.

Truthfully, Charlie wondered if that was still the case. There was evidence to the contrary, like their ongoing sexual relationship, but there was still part of her that thought it may just be purely physiological.  Fernando sought pleasure, as did she. There didn’t need to be any emotional commitment beyond that, which made it easy to get carried away in the heat of the moment, at least according to an article she’d read about people having sexual relationships with people they didn’t like. 

Behind her, the sound of soft footsteps made Charlie's shoulders tense in anticipation, but she was still surprised when she felt a hand slide down her stomach and pull her in close, or the warmth of a chest against her back.

— Is everything okay, nena? — Fernando asked, brushing some stray strands of hair away from her face.

— Yeah. I was just thinking — she murmured in response, feeling his lips against her shoulder, placing soft kisses on her skin.

— About what?

Charlie clenched her jaw. It wasn’t something she wanted to broach with him right now, not when she had started enjoying the moment, leaning her head against Fernando as he trailed kisses over her bare shoulders, exposed by the tank top she’d worn to bed.

— Nothing much — she said, placing one of her hands over his.

— Are you sure? If there’s something on your mind, you can tell me. You know you can trust me.

Trust. Hearing that word from him made her heart feel like it had skipped a beat.

— You wouldn’t understand — Charlie said.

— Of course I would.

She turned her face slightly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

— I thought you said that you didn't understand the English, since we don't have the same character and energy as Latinos…

Fernando smirked.

— I don't mind making a little more effort to understand you, nena — Fernando said, kissing her again — Tell me, what were you thinking?

— That it feels like a good day to get out and do something outdoors — Charlie lied, looking back toward the lake — You know, it's not always sunny on my days off, I have to take advantage.

— Do you want to go somewhere today? — he asked softly.

— Well, if we can, of course, you must have your plans for the day, I don't want to distract you from your routine.

Charlie felt Fernando laugh against her skin.

— You never distract me, mi cielo — he said, spinning her on her axis to face him. Placing her hands on his chest, Charlie felt a flurry of butterflies in her stomach when her eyes met his — I already told you that, remember?

— Yeah — she said, smiling. Fernando placed a tender kiss on the tip of her nose in response. 

— Then go get dressed, nena. We will leave in half an hour.

With a nod and a not-so-subtle butt squeeze, Charlie went back inside to get dressed. After putting on some jeans and one of her favorite Brighton t-shirts, she went to the bathroom, where she fixed her hair and put on some mascara, wondering if she should wear a hat. However, she chose not to, going downstairs to the garage with just her cellphone and a pair of sunglasses. Fernando was standing next to his motorcycle — an Aprilia Tuono V4, he’d told her. Charlie had discovered his passion for motorbikes in Monaco, when he insisted on taking her for a ride on his RS 660, which, although a stunning piece of machinery, in Charlie’s eyes, was not made to be the most comfortable for passengers. However, it did give her an excuse to be as close as possible to Fernando, hanging onto his waist and pressed into his back while the wind whipped at her face.

— Are we taking the motorcycle?

— Si, nena — he replied, taking two leather jackets from a nearby coat wardrobe — If we're going to have an adventure, we have to do it right.

Fernando handed her one of the jackets, and she put it on, waiting as Fernando maneuvered the bike into position and opened the garage door. She climbed onto the back seat as he held the bike steady, hanging tightly onto his waist as they took off down the driveway.

They rode through the hills at a surprisingly leisurely speed, given how quickly Charlie knew the bike was capable of going. The landscape was breathtaking, the plants swaying as they went around the winding curves and passed through the charming villages that populated the outskirts of the city. After a stop at a bakery on the roadside for a quick snack, and another to refuel the bike, Fernando turned down a small road, which led to the edge of Lake Lugano, where he stopped the bike for them to rest.

They shed their helmets and sat on a patch of grass close to the shore. Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. Charlie was enjoying the sound of the water softly lapping against the shore, the slight rush of the breeze ruffling her bangs, and the honking of greylag geese bobbing on the water near the shore. The sight of the water stretching to the horizon made Charlie smile a little.

— From here, it really looks like an ocean — she murmured.

— What? — Fernando asked. Looking to the side, she met his curious gaze. — You think?

— Ah, I remembered that a… Friend of mine. Alyson, that’s her name, we studied at university together. She moved to America after graduation and told me that the city she lives in is near a lake that she swore was an ocean when she first saw it — Charlie explained, looking at the water again — I thought it was nonsense, that it wasn't possible for a lake to look like an ocean, but I suppose she’s right.

— I never thought this lake was very big. How big is the lake by her?

— She lives near a few of them, from what she said. She lives near Detroit. Have you ever been there?

— Yes, once. A few years ago, when I was doing WEC with Toyota, they asked me to do a launch presentation for the Supra at their big auto show. I remember seeing a big river by my hotel, but I was not there very long.

Charlie closed her eyes to soak in her surroundings some more. She could hear the chirping of songbirds from the stand of trees behind her and the breeze gently shaking the leaves. As she felt the sun warming her face, she felt like every muscle in her body was starting to relax. It felt familiar — being in a beautiful place, sitting next to someone she had started to care for deeply. She opened her eyes again.

— Do you know what else this reminds me of? — she murmured, and Fernando shook his head in response — Brighton, in a way. I mean, this isn’t the ocean, but it reminds me of going to the beach with my grandparents. We always went to spend the day at Rottingdean Beach. We always ate ice cream and my grandfather would dive into the sea with me, even though the water was cold.

— I thought you didn't like water — Fernando said softly, a playful smile on his lips.

— Well, if it stays where it belongs, I have no problem with it — Charlie replied — And, in Brighton, the sea generally stays where it belongs.

Fernando laughed, running his hand through his hair, which was just as disheveled from his helmet as hers was.

— What else did you do in Brighton? — he asked.

— We would go to see my grandfather's family, his brothers, his nephews…

— And your mother, I assume?

Hearing the word ‘mother’ made Charlie’s stomach lurch.

— No — Charlie replied, looking at the water again — Not Deborah.

Her discomfort must have been evident, considering Fernando slid closer, wrapping one arm around her waist. The thumb moving over the jacket Charlie was wearing was comforting, a sign that Fernando was listening to her.

— She didn't live there?

— No.

— Where did she live?

— In Northampton, until I was five. After that, she moved to London and lives there to this day.

— Do you see her often?

Charlie grimaced.

— No. I can count on one hand the times I've seen her in the last fifteen years.

— Why? Did something happen between you two?

She looked at Fernando, feeling a strange weight in her chest.

— Yes. I was born.

The driver blinked, looking confused. Sighing, Charlie avoided his gaze, fixing her eyes on the surface of the lake instead.

— Deborah got pregnant with me when she was 17. She fell in with the wrong crowd when she started secondary school. She had always been, you know, well-mannered, and it started with little things, like skipping classes, nicking a pair of earrings or some makeup from a shop here and there, but it moved on to more serious things, using drugs, hanging around nightclubs, the sorts of things lots of rebellious teenagers did in the 80’s — she said — She and my grandparents got into a lot of fights about it, so she moved in with her seedy boyfriend at the time and he got her pregnant. When she found out she was expecting, she at least had the sense to stop talking to her friends and moved back in with my grandparents. She wanted to terminate the pregnancy, or put me up for adoption, but my grandparents didn’t like that idea. They were pretty traditional, you know, so they helped look after her and me when I was a baby.

Charlie swiped at her eyes, trying to focus on what she was saying and not how hard the memories were hitting her.

— They sacrificed a lot for Deborah. My grandparents believed that becoming a mother would help her get her life back on track, in a way, that's what happened — she sniffed — Deborah went back to school to finish her GCSEs, got a job, enrolled in uni part-time, and left all her mistakes behind, including me. She even ended up going to law school eventually, became a barrister, and last I heard she’s teaching law at UCL. She did all of that because she left me behind.

— Nena — Fernando stammered.

— She didn't care about me. Deborah always saw me as a mistake, a reminder of a time of her life that she’d rather forget. Over time, I stopped seeing her as a mother too — Charlie said bitterly — She wasn't at either of my uni graduations, for my bachelors’ or my masters’. I think the last birthday present she sent me was a Spice Girls CD when I was eight.

— Did you like it?

— I hated the Spice Girls — she muttered, making Fernando laugh. His reaction made Charlie smile a little.

— She did not know? — Fernando asked.

— Probably not, and even if she knew I didn't like them, she didn’t care. Deborah was always like that — she said — Daniel, the man she married a few years later, always tried to get her to, I don’t know, spend time with me. He’s a nice man, and I think he felt bad for me, and wanted me to be part of their family, and maybe have me move in with them eventually, but…

— She didn't want you to?

— I didn't want to. I didn't want to play the role of daughter to a woman who never wanted to be my mother — Charlie replied — We eventually had a huge fight about it, as you could imagine, and that was the end of that.

— So, you never lived with Deborah?

— No. It didn't make sense to try to fit into the family she built with actual love and affection, considering that I'm “a mistake from her wasted youth” — she murmured, lowering her gaze to the grass they were sitting on.

A gulf of silence opened between them. Charlie was sure Fernando didn’t quite know what to say, and she didn’t blame him. She knew what she had said was harsh, but there was no point in softening the truth about what Deborah had thought about her.

She was a mistake from the beginning, a consequence of a night when everything had gone wrong.

— You're not a mistake, Charlie — Fernando whispered.

She smiled sadly, without looking away.

— You don't have to lie to make me happy, Fer. I know what I am to her, that won't change.

— But… that’s not what you are. You're not a mistake for your grandparents, for your friends — the driver said, taking a hand to her face, pulling it so that she looked him in the eyes — You're not a mistake for me.

Before she could respond, Fernando pulled Charlie in for a delicate kiss on the lips. It was as if he knew there was an answer prepared on the tip of her tongue, full of the venom he was willing to swallow without a second thought.

A few seconds later, he pulled back, brushing his nose against hers.

— You are my greatest asset — he said softly.

Closing her eyes, Charlie placed his forehead against Fernando's, absorbing those words.

Until recently, there were three unwavering truths in Charlie’s life: the first was that Fernando Alonso a horrid prick who coasted by on the two world championships he won before Charlie had even started university, and made his horrid career decisions everyone else's problem; the second was that the only success in her life was her career, which was made all the more complicated by the first certainty. Finally, any show of vulnerability would make her seem weak in the eyes of her colleagues, and make it seem like she didn’t deserve her position after all, that women weren’t cut out for engineering or motorsport, both of which she loved enough to build her life around.

As if by magic, the same Fernando that was the reason she started going to therapy, who she had called every profanity under the sun, turned out to be a kind and sweet man. He was the one who picked up her pieces and helped her glue them together, appreciating every little piece even though the sharp edges could hurt him. He was the one who showed her that vulnerability wasn't necessarily bad, that anyone could be vulnerable, even the most ruthless driver on the grid.

Fernando had turned her world upside down. But, as incredible as it may seem, that was the angle of vision that Charlie had been looking for her entire life. The perfect point of view.

They returned home after spending a bit more time on the shore of the lake, talking as they watched the ducks and geese waddle about, and boats floating by near the horizon. Charlie was silent the entire drive back to Fernando’s house, her mind busy with thoughts about everything she’d told him, and the way he’d responded - perfectly sweet, gentle, and earnest, just like the way he kissed her.

Her mind was still full of questions when they arrived back in his garage. As she watched him take off his helmet and jacket, she wondered if she was worthy of this kindness, and if the fact that she desired it was some sort of weakness. 

— Nena? — Fernando asked, breaking her out of her own thoughts. Looking at him, Charlie found him with a raised eyebrow — Is everything okay?

— Yes, I was just thinking.

He smiled.

— Again?

— Well, one of us has to. God knows it’s not you.

Fernando approached, placing his hands on her face. He still smelled faintly of the lake breeze from their ride back to his house; like driftwood and willow trees.

— You're very funny, you know that? And lucky too, because I — he hesitated for a second — Like you.

— Do you? — now it was her turn to cock her eyebrow at him. 

— A lot, nena — Fernando simply replied, kissing her forehead — I think… more than I should.

[maskedtruths666]

Short story! Have not decided if this will be a one part or two part series yet. THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY

Summary: 4 characters in this story. The girl in green, Shermaine, is your cousin. The girl in blue, Glenda, is your girlfriend. Shermaine is in a long distance relationship with her boyfriend from America and her boyfriend, Gabriel, has insecurity issues and always has a problem with how close you are to your cousin. Fun fact, Shermaine and Glenda are best friends since Primary school and Shermaine introduced Glenda to you. This story then becomes a foursome/hate fuck story of a forced nature.

Shermaine and Max have been together for about a year now and they met whilst Max was on exchange over here in Singapore. TLDR, they got together and are now in a LDR. Shermaine has a killer body and loves to drink and party. Max on the other hand, whilst also fit, is a major introvert and has anxiety and insecurities. He’s some what of a cuck and he would imagine his gf cheating on him with other guys as she’s horny 24/7. However, Shermaine, despite how horny she is, would only use sex toys to pleasure herself.

Glenda and you have been together for about 6 months now. The 3 of you constantly party together, hang out, work out and study together. Basically, the 3 of you are inseparable. This drove Max crazy, especially when he sees pictures of you 3 partying, drinking and basically having fun together. Max always argued with Shermaine over this issue but shermaine has always brushed it off saying how you’re her cousin and they’ve always been this way since young.

Fast forward to Chinese New Year, Max flew to Singapore to surprise Shermaine. However, totally unaware of this surprise, Shermaine, Glenda and you were at a MBS staycay. Late into the night, Shermaine received a video call from Max. Despite being high from all the alcohol, she could still figure out that Max just touched down in Singapore. He cabbed over to MBS where he could finally embrace shermaine.

When you and Glenda returned to the staycay room after a smoke break, you walked into the room only to find Max and Shermaine making out.

“Oh get a room you two.” Glenda cheekily said.

“Apologies for dropping by unannounced. I’m Max.” Max introduced himself to you and Glenda.

“Yeah we know all about you. Keep it in your pants, let’s head out for a couple more drinks.” you said as you lead the way out of the room.

“Let us freshen up first and change our dresses.” Shermaine said.

“Alright alright. Make it quick.” you replied.

As the girls were in the bathroom giggling and possibly taking nude pictures of each other, you and Max were outside and it was awkward.

“Hey, you’ve never done anything inappropriate with Shermaine have you? I understand you’re her cousin and all but you’ve gotta admit she’s got a hot body and a killer ass.” Max said.

“Oh dude, I fuck Shermaine and my girlfriend on a daily basis together.” you replied sarcastically, mocking Max who somehow believes you.

“Oh dude, come on, I’m kidding. Relax, ain’t nothing ever happened between me and Shermaine. I grew up with her. Underneath the make up and all. She’s not that pretty anyway.” you replied, hastily, annoyed at how easily Max gets triggered.

The four of you headed to the bar and had a few drinks too many. Soon, the four of you stumbled back into the hotel. Wanting to go for a smoke break, Shermaine and you headed out to the balcony for a quick smoke break whilst Glenda was in the toilet. As you and Shermaine were smoking outside, Glenda stumbled into the room and was just casually chatting with Max.

Max, with all this pent up sexual tension and frustration in him, went up to Glenda and dragged her off the chair and made her kneel down. With one hand he dragged her to the sliding door and with the other, he locked the door from the inside.

Both you and shermaine turned around to see Max forcing his massive 9 inch dick into Glenda’s mouth and Glenda was helpless to resist.

“Ugh, fuck. You certainly can take a long dick better than Shermaine. She always chokes. You are taking it well.” Max grunted as he was face fucking Glenda who was helpless.

Uno reverse it seems. You were being cucked by Max a who was gleefully face fucking Glenda. Both you and Shermaine were shocked but also turned on.

“Bro, I’m going to fuck you once. Just to get back at Max. Don’t tell anyone in our family or I will kill you. Make it seem as if you’re raping me.” Shermaine said with a glint in her eyes.

Without hesitation, you forced Shermaine onto her knees and out popped your massive thick throbbing dick. You shoved it into Shermaine’s mouth and treated her like an ordinary fuck toy. With all the pent up sexual tension from watching another man fuck your girlfriend, you decided to furiously fuck shermaine’s mouth.

Max upon seeing Shermaine being used like a common whore, gave Glenda a tight slap across the face. The force was so great, she fell to the floor. He turned her around and put her on all fours. One swift motion and he removed Glenda’s thong. Whilst he was fingering her pussy which was already wet, he stopped to admire her bubble butt which was comparable to Shermaine’s. Her pulled her hair back and grunted, “I want you to watch your boyfriend fuck your best friend whilst I destroy your pussy.” Without warning, Max thrusted into Glenda’s pussy.

“Ugh fuck. Please stop. You’re too big. You’re tearing me apart. Please stop.” Glenda begged as Max was viciously thrusting into her.

“Ugh, your pussy is so tight. I’m going to ravage you all night in front of them.” Max said as he was thrusting in and out of Glenda and forcing her to watch you and Shermaine.

In retaliation, you did the same. You went to town on Shermaine in the exact same position that Max was ravaging Glenda. As you penetrated Shermaine, you felt extreme pleasure. It was so wrong but it felt so right. As you watch Max defile your precious girlfriend, you were enjoying the tightness and wetness of Shermaine’s pussy. The forbidden pussy felt so good. Shermaine on the other hand, was enjoying it as well.

As Max and you were pounding the respective pussies as if they were sex toys, the two girls slowly developed a liking to it. Max was considerably rougher on Glenda. The more you saw Glenda being defiled by Max, the more it turned you on. You responded in kind by roughly groping Shermaine and thrusting in harder and harder.

As the two girls were being pounded like common street whores, with each guy trying to one up the other, all four of them felt extreme pleasure. The girls were mercilessly pounded with each guy thrusting in harder and harder and the guys were experiencing a different pussy than they’re accustomed to.

Soon, Max decided to unlock the door. The four of them went to the bed. The guys, as if in sync, put their fuck meats on the bed side by side. Both girls by now were catching their breath. The guys were staring at their fuck meats in all of their glory and as they were ready for a second round, they spread their legs wide open and penetrated from the front. Max could not help but stare at Glenda’s bouncing tits as he was thrusting deep into Glenda and likewise, you could not stop staring at Shermaine’s glorious tits bouncing to the rhythm of your thrusts. The girls, could only hold hands with each other as they were mercilessly ravaged.

After awhile, Max and you decided to switch fuck meats. As you switched back to your usual pussy, something felt off. It was way looser than you normally had. As you were thrusting into your own girlfriend, Max was viciously pounding Shermaine harder and harder.

He roughly choked her as he ravaged her pussy so hard and fast that shermaine barely had time to breathe. He was filled with rage and jealousy that another man had been in her pussy. As he was tearing apart her pussy with his hard and fast thrusts, he growled at her, “Did you miss my dick? Tell me, who fucks you better?”

Barely able to respond, Shermaine said in a voice that was mixed with both pleasure and pain, “You daddy.”

He then turned shermaine around to penetrate her doggystyle and that’s when things got rougher. He grabbed her ass tightly and with each thrust, he smacked it until it was so red.

Upon seeing Glenda’s own body being used and abused by Max earlier on, it awoken something primal in you. As of now, you’re not fucking your own gf. You’re fucking a fuck toy. Made to pleasure you and all your carnal desires. The harder you fucked your own gf, the rougher you got. Chokes got longer, smacks got harder, positions you put your own gf into were made solely for your own pleasure. You did not care if she was in pain or in pleasure. As you were viciously fucking Glenda, you didn’t realize she kept whimpering and slowly started crying. In that fucked up state you were in, seeing how she has already been abused and used by Max, you could not keep it in. The image of her being fucked so hard and yet still enjoying it, drove you to the edge. With a couple of hard and fast thrusts into your fuck toy, you controlled your orgasm until the very last second.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ah fuck.” You grunted as you unleashed your largest cum shot all over her face. The load was so big it dripped to her cleavage.

As mental clarity and rationality returned to you, you realized what you had done. You quickly cuddled your gf and kissed the parts that were red and bruised.

Max himself, was already reaching his climax. As he stretched Shermaine wide with his enormous cock, he pounded her a few more times before he totally pulled out of her. In a sick move, he pushed you aside, grabbed Glenda, positioned her properly in doggy position, grabbed her hair backwards so that she’s looking directly at you. He rammed his thick and throbbing cock into her pussy. As he gave her a few more thrusts into her pussy, you could see the shock in Glenda’s eyes but his cock was too good. Her shock soon turned to pleasure and with a final hard thrust, he unleashed a huge load into Glenda’s pussy. Glenda orgasmed alongside Max, leaving both you and shermaine horny and angry.

DM ME IF YOU WANT A CONTINUATION OF THIS!

[luvsfootball]

wildest dreams - aurelien tchouameni.

requested by - @certainsaturn

author’s note - this is specified to an asian reader!

you were panicking.

it was your first time travelling by aeroplane, usually depending on cars or trains. but today you couldn’t seeing as though you were going from valencia to boredeaux.

you were texting your sister who was telling you to just go and get something to eat and stop worrying. after paying, you walked off to a lounge close by where your plane was taking off from.

a boy, around your age, was sitting there, half asleep but trying to keep himself awake. he had a travel pillow wrapped around his neck and you tried to hold in your laughs at how silly he looked.

“excuse me, is this plane flying to bordeaux?”

he opened his eyes at your sudden question, confused for a moment but he nodded. “yes, it shouldn’t be too long now.”

aurelien could sense how nervous you were. “first time?”

“yes. can you tell?”

he gave you a sympathetic smile. he still remembered the first time he flew by plane, and it definitely wasn’t an experience to be remembered.

“what are you going to bordeaux for?” he wondered. “i’m a music producer. going to work with an upcoming artist over there.”

“i’m just visiting family until work starts up again,” he told you, trying to play it cool.

the noise came over the speakers to tell you that your flight was boarding. both of you stood up, and you said goodbye and wished each other a safe journey.

“i’m aurelien, by the way.”

“y/n. it was nice to meet you.”

aurelien was a couple of people behind you in the queue to board and when he got on, he was surprised to see you in the seat next to him.

“well, this is a coincidence,” he laughed, relaxing into the seat.

he figured that if you were going to be sitting together for the rest of the flight, he might as well get to know you for a bit.

“so, where are you from?”

“singapore originally, but when i got my job i work all over. i lstill live in singapore, though. what do you do for work?”

aurelien didn’t want to sound big-headed, but he was surprised you didn’t know who he was. “i’m a footballer. that’s where i’m coming back from, actually. i’m just not travelling with my teammates because i’m visiting my family.”

you raised your eyebrows, double checking him to see if you recognised him but you didn’t. “sorry, i don’t really keep up with sports or anything like that.”

“don’t worry, i don’t keep up with music producing either,” he laughed, cracking a joke to try and make you cheer up because the flight was about to take off.

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things between you and aurelien were going great and you really hit it off. you both walked to the exit of the airport together, and even exchanged numbers.

“so, y/n. where are you staying?”

“oh, just some hotel. my manager said he was going to set it up for me.”

aurelien pondered on the thought for a moment. if he invited you back to his family home, you could stay there free of charge and he could at least have a friend instead of just him and his parents.

“i know we just met and everything, but do you want to stay at mine? it’s close by and free.”

you had just met aurelien, and he wondered if he was being too pushy or creepy by inviting you to stay at his.

but to be honest, you didn’t want to be alone in a hotel and if his parents were there, surely everything would be okay.

“sure, why not.”

he hailed a taxi and you both got in the back, aurelien directing him to his family home.

it was a beautiful house in the country, with a lake for fishing and even a patch for fruit and vegetables. “my mum takes pride in her house, but she’s a lovely woman. i think she’ll like you.”

his family dog immediately jumped on you when you entered and you cuddled him, leaving aurelien to let his parents know about you.

when his mum came out, she seemed like a really nice woman, rushing you off the kitchen to show you her new plants and things.

his family were extremely welcoming and loved you, constantly telling aurelien that they think you were the one for him.

but he’d push them away in private, telling them you were just a friend and nothing more.

+

it had been an amazing year for aurelien. you were living in madrid for a while due to work when he told you that real madrid want him to play for them.

you were aware of the football club, how could you not be?

they were one of the most decorated clubs in history and you were incredibly proud of aurelien for getting a transfer there.

he had been apartment hunting ever since he touched down in madrid, and it wasn’t going well. so you offered your home to him until he found somewhere.

but there was a problem.

aurelien was bringing back women every now and then. most of the time, you’d spend the night out somewhere to leave them be, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous.

all of the women looked different to you, and it made you upset. you cried on the phone to your sister plenty of times, confessing how you really liked him, more than a friend.

he obviously had a type, and they didn’t look like you.

“hey, is it okay if i bring eduardo over tonight? just for dinner?”

“yeah, sure.”

you didn’t mind one bit. eduardo was a likeable guy and always made you laugh and feel good about yourself.

when he got here, you pulled him in for a hug. he returned it, ignoring aurelien’s little glare and asked how you had been.

you all ordered some takeout food, eating it whilst watching a movie. that was when aurelien’s phone began ringing and he left the room to answer.

you and eduardo listened in discreetly and it was obvious he was talking to a girl. “you like him, don’t you?”

your head shout up, signalling for him to be quiet. if aurelien knew, you were scared it would ruin the friendship and leave. “please don’t tell anyone.”

“i won’t. you know he likes you too, right?”

scoffing, you shook your head and sighed, “i’m not even his type. i’m-i’m just his friend…”

eduardo chose not to touch on the subject again for the rest of the night in front of aurelien, until he said he was going out for the night.

“oh, where are you going?”

“just to see some woman i met on a dating app.”

it felt like your heart had been took out of your chest and stomped all over. you should have been used to it by now, but the thought of him with someone else was upsetting.

“i’ll walk down with you. i’ll see you soon, y/n.”

eduardo kissed your cheek as the two boys left your apartment together.

as they were in the lift, eduardo wanted to help you both in some way. and the only way he could that wasn’t nice, but it would be worth it to see his two friends happy together.

“i was um… i was thinking of asking y/n out on a date.”

aurelien stopped texting the woman, turning his phone off to look at eduardo. “are you serious?”

“yep. she’s a very beautiful woman and she’s kind to me. i think i like her.”

suddenly his date didn’t feel important to him anymore. not after eduardo had confessed that to him.

+

“how was your date?”

aurelien was surprised to see you still awake seeing as though you were supposed to be flying out to america tomorrow for the grammy awards.

if he was being honest, aurelien blew her off. told her some bullshit about ‘a family emergency.’

his mood had totally soured after he had left eduardo and he just walked around town for a bit before coming back.

“i didn’t go,” he confessed. you furrowed your eyebrows, standing up to go and check if he was okay. he didn’t look it.

aurelien was tearing up.

“what’s wrong? did she do something to you?”

“no, no. it’s my fault, really.”

confusion filled you. what was wrong with him?

you grabbed his hands, pulling him into you. it was something you had been doing for ages. whenever he was upset, you’d pull him in for a hug and he’d spill.

but he didn’t move.

he pulled away.

“what is it?”

you were worried. the frenchman sighed and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.

“i was speaking to eduardo earlier. he-he said he was going to ask you on a date.”

it was news to you. eduardo hadn’t even shown an ounce of interest in you in that sense, and then it hit you. you knew exactly what he was doing.

“and what’s that got to do with your date?”

“it ruined my mood.”

you scoffed, crossing your arms, “why would eduardo asking me out ruin your mood?”

aurelien looked at you like you were stupid. how did you not know that he liked you?

“because i like you!” he burst out, moving towards you now and grabbing your own hands.

“me? you like me?”

aurelien sighed, shaking his head and whispering, “why wouldn’t i like you?”

“i thought i wasn’t your type.”

“how can you not be anyone’s type? you’re gorgeous!”

his words felt like a warm blanket being wrapped around you, sparking fireworks in your stomach that you didn’t even know was possible.

you could tell he was waiting for an answer but you were rendered speechless. never in your wildest dreams did you think aurelien would be stood there, confessing he liked you.

“you are the girl i want. none of those instagram models who love my money. you’re my best friend, and i want us to be together.”

squeezing your eyes shut, you pinched the inside of your palm to see if you were dreaming. aurelien swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he said, “i love you.”

“you love me?”

“i’d me crazy not to.”

you giggled and aurelien compared it to sunshine in his mind. “so will you have me?”

nodding, you smiled at him and whispered, “i’d be crazy not to.”