#also i would never date a frenchman.

[trevisos]

antoine and evka rly are just ramza and me but with the height difference reversed.

[sebscore]

Forget the wags, could you write something about all the drivers having massive small crushes on reader and like there’s loads of edits on social media of them looking at her with heart eyes or just general ship edits or I mean ship fan fiction that they have to read in a team challenge or something..👀

LATE NIGHT TALKING

pairings: f1 drivers x driver!reader (indirectly)

warnings: swearing. drunk drivers. lando talking about a woman.

author’s note: I AM BACK FINALLY! also I wrote this in my notes app so pls be patient 😭😭 and this is probs the closest thing I’ll ever write to romance for this series lol

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“Out of all the drivers, who would you date?” Pierre drunkenly, almost-giggly, asked the question to his fellow colleagues.

Charles, George, Lando, Alex, Carlos and Yuki nervously laughed at the shit-faced Frenchman in front of them.

“Out of the entire grid?” Charles wanted clarification.

Pierre nodded. “Like hypothetical, if none of us had partners.” He quickly added.

A silence followed. The seven men thinking of all the possibilities.

“I mean…” Lando was the first one to speak up, every head in the hotel room shooting up at him,

“and this stays between us, right?” He followed up, needing reassurance from the others, who swiftly nodded their heads.

“If like, I was single, and I could only date one of the drivers… I would date Y/N.” He confessed.

His words were met with choruses of “same” and “me too”. A small, relieved sigh left Lando’s mouth at the others’ agreement.

“Yeah, you guys are cool and all, but Y/N’s the right answer.” George snickered, awkwardly avoiding eye-contact with the group.

Charles hummed. “I’m also choosing her, but you know, cause I’m not, uh…”

“For the other side of the street?” Alex laughed, taking a swig from his drink.

“Yeah.” The Monegasque’s dimples made an appearance, grinning towards the Williams driver.

“I think she would rather die than date one of you guys.” Carlos said, matter-of-fact.

Charles, George and Lando gave him an unimpressed look, despite knowing he was speaking nothing but the truth.

“She would date me!” The McLaren driver tried saving his own ego and pride.

“She would not.” The six others immediately shot him down.

Lando scoffed at that, sitting up more straight on the bed. “Why? It’s like textbook childhood friends to lovers, or whatever Lily said at that party once.”

“You kinda sound like you want to date her.” Pierre made eyes at him, causing the younger man to lightly push him away.

“I don’t! But I’m just a little offended that you guys don’t think I could, like, you know… bag her.”

“Bag her? She’s not a fucking product.” Alex judged his choice of words, a slight disgusted expression on his face.

“You know what I mean, Albon.” Lando brushed it off, not having bad intentions. “I just think she would be a nice girlfriend to have.”

“I think so too,” Charles agreed, “she’s a lot of fun.”

“I mean- you would never get bored with her.” George hesitantly added to the conversation, feeling a little uneasy about imaging himself with his colleague.

“True.” The seven of them chorused.

“Hey, maybe we should change the topic- it’s getting weird…” Carlos suggested. The atmosphere in Charles’ large hotel room having changed drastically ever since the question had been asked.

“Yeah, good idea.” Lando cleared his throat, uncomfortably shifting on the bed.

“I would choose Pierre to date.”

“Yeah, we know, Yuki.”

[lenny-link]

i LIVE for your sniperscout art they're so silly it feeds me so well :'') mind sharing headcanons or just random thoughts you have abt them?

sorry anon for taking a whole year to reply to this i took all the time to ‘study’ them and write what i like about them or basically how i hc this ship :,> (also trying to come up with new hc that i haven’t read before)

My Sniperscout headcanons/thoughts:

- Sniper, the stoic assassin with a heart as cold as ice, had never expected to have his life turned upside down by a ball of energy and bad puns named Scout. He was the first one to develop feelings. His job consisted of a lot of staring, and well his sniper rifle wasn’t the only thing with a long scope, Sniper’s gaze would linger on Scout, tracing the messy dirty blonde hair, his athletic form and the way his lips moved like a silent film, noticing details about him more than a simple teammate would.

- The loudmouth, messy-haired kid was everything Sniper wasn't: impulsive, loud, and always looking for trouble. Yet, somehow, Scout would find his way into Sniper's quiet life, his laughter chasing away the monotony of Sniper's days, filling the silence with his made up stories and infectious enthusiasm.

- Sniper refuses to admit his growing fondness for the ball of energy that had invaded his quiet world. Scout’s jokes might have been bad but they chased away the deafening solitude of Sniper’s days.

- Scout, on the other hand, being the you youngest and loudest, craved attention he barely found from his brothers let alone the 8 mercs he worked with. But with Sniper, he wasn’t ignored he was listened to, Sniper listened really listened. He would even laugh at his lame jokes! In Sniper’s silence, Scout didn’t have to fight for space or attention. He was simply allowed to be himself, bad jokes and all and Sniper would just smile. Slowly a different kind of warmth would blossom into Scout chest, a warmth beyond friendship.

- Sniper actually enjoyed learning about American culture from Scout. He would develop a surprising fondness for baseball and apple pie, though he’d never admit it.

- Regardless of the fact that they have only a three year age gap (yes my hc is that Scout is 26 and Sniper is 29) they felt like creatures from different planets!: Sniper, the farm boy raised on outdated ways, and Scout, the city kid with a modern swagger (lol) yet this difference somehow only strengthened their bond.

- A bond that was fueled by shared laughter, puns, Aussie slangs, and a mutual dislike for Spy. They loved to elaborate pranks on him and call it a date, much to the Frenchman's chagrin lol.

- Despite his "Professional with Standards" persona, Sniper would feel like a lost puppy when Scout wasn’t around during their off hours, subconsciously fidgeting and always looking for him. Yet refuses to call himself soft.

- Sniper, a man of action, would expressed his affection through whatever small gifts he can give, he would bring funny-shaped rocks, odd plants or flowers he found in the woods to Scout as a souvenir of his lil adventures in the woods, and Scout would usually mock his weird finds playfully yet would collect them all on the shelf of his dorm.

- Scout, meanwhile, being the hopeless romantic is, had his own unique way of flirting, his goofy sweetness and awkward affections (0 rizz, but weirdly endearing) melting even the frostiest corners of Sniper’s heart.

- He'd always make up excuses to be alone with Sniper, "accidentally" forgetting his backpack in the van just for an extra ride back. (i was actually working on a comic about this as a continuation of Scout forgetting his necklace at Sniper’s van). He'd linger in doorways, his hands brushing against Sniper's in a clumsy attempt for physical contact.

- The first time their skin met in a hug, Sniper, being a touch starved man, melted like a hot candle. He became addicted to the warmth.

- He never initiates contact himself since it never was his style, but eagerly cling when Scout did. He'd hold on like a koala bear, clinging to the warmth like a lifeline lol.

- Scout, on the other hand, thrived on physical connection. From fist bumps on the battlefield to playful slaps on the bum (earning a hilarious reaction from Sniper every time), he craved it all

- Although Sniper hated PDA, a weakness exposed by Scout's touch. Scout, initially confused by the battlefield indifference followed by clingy cuddles in their private moments, eventually understood and learned to cherish this weird rhythm of intimacy.

- Sniper had a secret passion for knitting, he often knits sweaters, hats and socks for Scout, another way to gift Scout and to silently demonstrate his love. (i think this one is basically canon lol)

- Sniper’s van had become their mobile love nest, cuddling under the moonlight, sharing stories and dreams until they fall asleep.

- Whenever Scout's boasting gets out of hand, Sniper would silence him with a quick, playful kiss. Scout, flustered but secretly delighted, pretends to be annoyed but can't hide the blush creeping up his neck.

- Sniper who loves to show his gruff stoic exterior, gets all flustered and shy when Scout gives him genuine compliments. He’d mumbles something under his breath and hides behind his hat not used to being complimented, revealing a new weakness for Scout to exploit.

- Scout, despite his outward bravado, secretly worries about Sniper when he's on dangerous missions. He would hide it by throwing playful punches and jokes, but his eyes betray his concern.

- They fit together like puzzle pieces. Sniper, the touch-starved soul, finds solace in Scout's constant physical affection, his warmth a contrast to the coldness of his sniper's lonely lifestyle. And Scout, the braggart with a hidden insecurities, finds comfort in Sniper's quiet protectiveness.

hope that wasn’t too boring to read :>

[leclercss]

Paris, je t'aime (Charles Leclerc), Part 2

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plot: it's almost three years since your tumultuous relationships with Lewis and Charles came crashing down. but you find your self in a new city with new beginnings and new ways to fuck up your love life. that's no thanks to a cheeky frenchman who's set you up on a double date with someone oh so familiar.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating, violence and some swearing

authors note: part deux, enjoy. sorry this took so much longer than anticipated to write. also, excuse the darker tone to this chapter, it'll get lighter from here xx

word count: 5.2k

taglist: @toppersjeep @janeholt3, @princess-siba, @nichmeddar, @tremendousandsonorouswords, @cmleitora, @victoriaholland, @amalialeclerc, @queensofshinigamis, @tempo-rary-fix, @starmanv, @happylittlereader, @trouble-sistar, @lightdragonrayne, @persephonemv1, @dreamingofautopia

If you couldn't read Charles' expression before, you most certainly couldn't now. For the first time this evening, it was Charles who was stumbling over his words.

"Wha... Wait... what?" was all he could muster up.

There weren't many times when you had been with Charles where he struggled to find his words. Even if he was angry, like the last time you saw him all those years ago, he still managed to say something. But tonight, he couldn't. He was speechless.

To relieve him from his pain, you repeated what you had said a few moments before. You too were struggling to string a few words together.

"Charles, I never went to New York".

Even by repeating yourself, Charles still couldn't find the words and it looks like the wheels inside of his head are trying to turn and make some sort of sense but everything is just breaking down and failing to work cohesively. And so, rather than having to respond, he looks out of the window of the taxi, taking in the Parisian sunset. His hand is no longer on your thigh but is now clawing at his facial hair.

The rest of the taxi ride is quiet, aside from the taxi driver's radio playing lowly in the background. But at one point you think you hear Charles whisper to himself, "Je ne comprends pas".

I don't understand.

The sound of Charles' keys rattling breaks the silence between you and Charles as he leads you upstairs to his apartment. He still hasn't said anything since the taxi, aside from thanking the driver. You haven't made much of an effort yourself to fill the silence because in all honesty, you're not really sure what to say or what Charles' reaction would be to whatever you did have to say. He was clearly stunned at your revelation that you in fact never went to New York and you were stunned yourself - by his question, his reaction, hell, this entire date. None of this made sense.

In the space of an hour, you went from being clueless about your blind date, to finding out that out of the +3 billion men in the world you just happened to be set up with your ex and to now, with Charles asking you to come to his apartment. Your mind was working overtime to catch up. Those two Aperol Spritz' were clearly not enough to numb whatever your brain was trying to process right now. You clearly needed something stronger.

You tried not to laugh but you couldn't help think about the fact that as much as Pierre poked fun at you for your messy love life, even this situation that you now found yourself in would even be too much for him to process.

The two of you quietly make your way into Charles’ apartment before staggering off. He muttered something about getting you a drink and so you take the opportunity to take in his apartment. Your heels are the only thing that is making a sound as you slowly walk around his living room. It’s a lot more sophisticated than his apartment in London that he shared with Joris and Riccardo. Gone are the Ferrari prints and in their place are pictures of modern art, strategically framed across the walls. It feels too classy to be a bachelor pad, if that was what Charles used it as. Your mind briefly lingers back to Pierre's comment about Charles needing to fuck a lot of girls to get over you.

With Charles still in the kitchen, you slowly make your way over to the large bay window and admire the Parisian streets outside as the sun slowly begins to set across the city. You let out a little sigh. It feels like no matter where you call home these days, chaos seems to follow you. Well, everywhere apart from Singapore, life felt so easy there. No expectation, the only pressure being your job. Was it too late to go back?

Your attention is finally pulled back to reality as Charles hands you a glass of white wine.

“Thank you,” you say, taking the glass from his hand. You can’t miss that his own glass of wine is practically shorty. Charles’ notices this and dryly chuckles.

“I drank it on the way, let me get some more”.

He’s flustered, his cheeks turning slightly pink out of embarrassment. He doesn’t make eye contact with you at all before he turns away and heads back to the kitchen. You can’t help but find it a little funny how you’re now the composed one, especially in comparison to Charles’ entrance during your date.

As Charles re-enters the living room, you take a seat on the edge of his sofa, you’re not too comfortable yet for you to treat it like a welcomed or returning guest. Charles follows suit, taking a seat on the arm chair across from you.

It’s still quiet between you both, neither of you know how to start this conversation. Whatever game plan Charles had previously has now gone straight out of the window while you never had an opportunity to even create a game plan, you were just thrown into the deep end without any arm bands.

You watch as Charles’ slowly runs his index finger along the rim of his wine glass while he stares at his own movements. Deciding to break the silence, because any conversation is better than this, you begin with some small talk to ease yourself into the conversation.

“Your apartment looks great,” you say politely as you look around the room once more.

“Thanks,” Charles mutters, his eyes still fixated on his wine glass.

“Did you decorate it yourself?”

Charles shakes his head.

You let out a little laugh. “Interior design was never your strong suit,” you joke, hoping to lighten the mood but it doesn’t anything but.

“A friend did it,” his words almost come out like a grunt.

Silence falls onto the room once more.

Something chaotic begins to brew inside of you. You know you’ve got nothing to lose, and out a stupid sense of curiosity, you carelessly throw out your next question, “Was it a girl that did it for you?”

Charles instantly tenses up at your question and you know you're playing with fire. You notice his jaw twitch in irritation. His shoulders now hunching forward and his hand is how clenched around his wine glass. And by the tension in his fingers, you’re amazed that it hasn’t cracked from the pressure.

He’s debating whether to say something or not. And he does, but not before taking a large gulp of his wine.

“Why don’t we just skip the small talk and get straight to fucking shall we?”

And as he says it, he’s finally looking into your eyes. The pendulum swings once more and it's your turn to be nervous again.

“Excuse me?”

He lets out a little chuckle but from the expression in his eyes he’s not joking around.

“Listen, [Y/N], I didn’t invite you back to my apartment so we could exchange interior design tips. So, let’s just skip to what we’re good at which is sex,” he continues with a condescending tone. “We can either do it on my sofa if you like, or by the big window so you can take in the Parisian skyline as I fuck you from behind. But my bed also works, your choice”.

You can’t help but scoff, “And that works for all the other girls you’ve taken here, right?”

You want to slap the smirk that Charles’ is giving you right off his face.

“No,” he responds sarcastically. “I let them finish their glass of wine, or two, maybe even play them a song on my piano before I ask them to take their clothes off”.

Oh, so I'm not even worthy of even getting through my wine? you think to yourself.

It's your turn to laugh but you know it’s hiding what you really feel. You’re confused but most importantly, you’re disappointed in the way that Charles is speaking to you. He had never spoken to you like this before.

“And what makes you think I’d want to fuck you anyway?” you retort, hoping that you sound assure in what you're saying, but you're not, your voice trembles. And Charles doesn't miss it.

And my God, he looks so arrogant as he looks you up and down. He’s so obvious with his gaze as his eyes become fixated on your boobs before making their way down to your thighs, which are now more exposed than before thanks to your dress riding up from sitting on the sofa.

“You’re wearing that dress aren’t you?” the smugness practically oozes from his tongue.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Well, if I’d of known that you were going to be my date then I definitely wouldn’t have wasted this dress on you”.

Charles throws his head back as his smile grows even bigger.

“It's such a shame that you’ve lost your sense of humour since I last saw you, amour”.

You scoff once more. His use of amour is no longer a term of endearment but a way to mock you. But you can't let him know that he's winning, so you somewhat fight back, "At least I’ve managed to grow up in the last three years. Unlike some”.

“And yet you’re still here”.

Your eyes meet his and you gulp. His piercing green eyes are glistening as he enjoys seeing you squirm. He’s been waiting for so long to see you again and he’s not going to let you forget how you made him feel. And he doesn’t care that he’s coming across as a dick when he’s doing so. You broke his heart, and he’s willing to be petty about it.

Despite your disgust in how he’s speaking to you since you arrived to his apartment, you know he’s right. Why are you still here? What sort of resolution are you going to get from this? And you remember how naive you were earlier to think that Charles had moved on when he was being nice to you. Oh how wrong you were.

“Well, now that we’ve established that you’re staying-“

“Who said I was staying?” you growl.

“Well, as I said before, you’re wearing that dress and I think it’s pretty obvious that you planned on getting fucked tonight, so I’m happy to cut to get to it,” Charles continues nonchalantly, “Pierre, as well intentioned as he is, did drop the bomb that you’ve been having a bit of a dry patch when it comes to your love life so I can’t blame you for getting your hopes up”.

You’re growing more irritated by his sarcasm and attitude by the second. Your jaw can’t help but twitch as he drops the truth bomb on your pathetic love life. And so you retaliate, unknowingly falling right into his trap.

“And Pierre was ever-so-kind to let me know that you’ve been so miserable and bitter that you’ve had to fuck anyone with a pulse to get over me”.

You see a flash of anger fall onto Charles’ face but it’s gone as quick as it came. You wouldn't be sure it even happened if he didn't respond the way he does next.

“Better than whatever pathetic shit it is you’ve been doing,” Charles responds. "Random hook ups, pathetic tinder conversations. Are you scared of commitment or something?"

You say nothing but you're breathing heavily. You're the one who is now gripping onto their wine glass for dear life, holding onto whatever composure you have left.

"There was one thing that Pierre didn't tell me though. How did you and Lewis end things, amour?"

What a little...

Who the fuck does he think he is?

This conversation has taken a dark turn and it’s enough for you to want to get out of here. Something you should have done before. You slam your wine glass onto the coffee table, before standing up to make your way towards the front door.

You hear Charles get out of his seat, closely following behind before he grabs onto your arm.

“What’s wrong, amour?” his voice is sickeningly sweet as he taunts you once more, pulling you back towards him.

“I’m not going to sit here and let you talk to me like this,” you spit. But your voice cracks as you can feel ears form in your eyes. This whole evening has been humiliating and now Charles is hanging your desperate love life in front of you, like it's a toy that can be poked and prodded at for entertainment.

And if you thought that by leaving that Charles would retreat, you were completely wrong.

“Sorry, baby, thought you were into men who treated you like shit”.

Slap!

You're not sure who's more surprised by the slap you've just given Charles, you've both been stunned into silence. The hand that he had on your arm immediately removes itself from you, now finding itself pressed against Charles' cheek. He winces at his own touch, the flesh that was met with your slap is beginning to sizzle.

One of your tears spills over as you make eye contact with Charles, your expressions matching one another. Horror. It takes you a few moments to realise what you've done. Unwilling and unable to accept the consequences of your actions, you decide to bolt for the exit. But as soon as you open the front door, it's been slammed shut. Panicking, you turn around to see that Charles has followed you, his hand is above your head holding the door closed.

You're not sure why you feel scared, but you press your back against the door. You're pressing into it so hard that you hope that it creates some sort of portal to take you somewhere far, far away from here. Anywhere but here.

But your dreams are cut short because Charles is standing in front of you, still holding the door closed while the other hand caresses his cheek, marked with your handprint.

"No, you don't get to just run away from me again," he barks as he hovers over you.

"What?" you ask in confusion.

"You've done it to me once before and I won't let you do it again," he replies. His breathing his heavy, chest rising and falling dramatically as he looks into your eyes. "You've left me once before without an explanation. You're not doing that to me this time".

His tone is much more gentle this time. The last few moments have made him feel vulnerable. His find flashes back to the last time he saw you and how he watched you walk out of his front door, never to be seen again until three years later. Despite his bitterness towards your break up, he wasn't going to make that mistake again. No, it was time for some answers. Ones he had been waiting for for three long years.

He removes the hand that's above your head on the door and places it back down by his side. "Can you just stay, please? I think you owe me that much".

You nod.

"Okay," your voice barely a whisper. "I'll stay but at least let me get a cold towel for your face".

It's Charles turn to nod.

He makes his way back to the sofa while he waits for you to return with a cold, damp cloth. When you return, his eyes never leave you as he watches you sit down beside him. He watches you as you gently places the damp cloth against his cheek. He hisses out your touch.

"I'm sorry," you whisper as you begin to dab his face gently, this time your touch hurts less.

Apart from your very brief apology, the two of you say nothing for a while. Charles' eyes are still on you as you take care of him. He gulps as you take your other hand and brush away a strand of hair that's fallen onto his cheek. His mind goes rushing back to all of the times that you touched him before. But now it's in such different circumstances and you both feel like strangers to one another now. He wants to touch you again, to see if it still feels the same. If your skin is still as soft as before. It always used to be so warm and silky, it felt like satin beneath his touch. But he's too scared to try, after all you did just slap him a not so long ago, because of shitty words that he said to you.

"Charles," you say before pausing. You look at him briefly as he nods, waiting for you to carry on. He's looking at you with such puppy dog eyes that you can't help but feel guilty as you see that he still has some redness on his cheek. But you carry on. "I'm sorry for hitting you. I... I shouldn't have done that".

Charles chuckles a little, "It's okay, amour".

"No, no, it's not okay. I shouldn't hit anyone," you protest, this time holding the cloth against his cheek.

Charles smiles at you, "Honestly, it's okay. I deserve it, I was being nasty."

You let out a little sigh.

"I really am sorry," you say as you look into his eyes.

"I know, amour".

It's all the two of you say for a few more minutes before you finally remove the cloth from Charles' cheek. The redness has calmed down, but he still feels a sting from your touch.

As you place the cloth on the table, you reach for your glass of wine, realising that it's been untouched. You take a sip before handing the glass to Charles. He smiles before taking it from your hand and taking a sip himself.

As your wait to find something to say, you begin to pull at the hem of your short dress. How do you carry on the conversation from here? The last time you tried to speak it went from being petty to nasty and to, in your case, being violent. But Charles' demeanor is different this time, he seems a lot calmer and he doesn't want to make your life a living hell any more. He watches you fiddling with the hem of your dress and pulling at a loose string. He places his hand on top of yours to stop you from pulling at the material any more.

"Hey, don't do that. Your dress is beautiful, I wouldn't want you to ruin it," his tone is so gentle. So much so that you tears begin to form in your eyes again. You can't even look at Charles as your eyes remain fixated on your lap. You hadn't realised your tears had spilled over until landed on the bottom of your dress, leaving the smallest of damp spots.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry," Charles whispers as he wipes your tear with his thumb. But by him telling you not to cry doesn't mean that you stop. If anything, feeling his hand on your face only makes it worse. "Please don't cry, [Y/N]".

Charles cups your face in his hands as he lifts it up so you're looking at him. "Charles," you begin but your breath catches in your throat. The evening is beginning to overwhelm you and you can't seem to be digesting anything that's happening in a reasonable way.

"Tell me, amour," Charles says as he wipes your tears once more.

Amour.

Fuck, even the way he's saying it now is so confusing. It's so gentle and so kind and you don't deserve any of this.

"Did you mean it earlier? When you said you only invited me back to have sex?"

Charles sighs as he shakes his head.

"No! No, I was being an asshole, okay," he tells you. "I didn't mean it."

You nod but you're not sure if you believe him. You wouldn't blame him if he fucked you and then left you because in Charles' eyes, that's what you did to him three years ago.

"Hey, hey, look at me," his voice is more commanding this time that you can't help but look at him. He hesitates for a moment, before he leans in to kiss your forehead. "I didn't mean it, amour. I was just angry, that's all".

You nod but you still feel overwhelmed with his touch and so you lean back on the sofa to give yourself a little bit of a break. Charles follows suit.

Silence falls on the room once more but this time, the two of you taking turns drinking the wine from your glass, hoping that the two of you find the courage to address the elephant in the room.

This time, it's Charles who breaks the silence.

"You... you said in the taxi that you never went to New York," he begins. The volume in his voice is much lower this time.

You nod slowly.

"What happened? Why did you change your mind?"

He nervously awaits your answer and he doesn't miss the little sigh that you let out.

"Charles, I... I was never going to New York. It was never the plan. Lewis kept asking but I always said no," you tell him.

Charles' scrunches his forehead at your confession.

"But you told me-"

"No, that day when I came to see you. I planned on telling you that everything was over between Lewis and I but I don't know what happened. I just couldn't get the words out, after everything that happened it should have been easy but it wasn't. Because I'd never been able to say out loud that my marriage was over. And when I told you that Lewis asked me to join him in New York, I didn't tell you because that's what was happening. I told you because I was scared and confused. You talked about moving in together and I panicked. For the first time in seven years he wasn't going to be in my life and I just didn't have time to process it," you tell him, "And so when you asked me if I was going, I just froze. I... I don't why I did. But by the time I got over my panic you thought that I had basically confirmed that I was going with Lewis but I never was. I don't blame you for reacting the way you did, hell, I would have had the same thoughts. But he was never an option any more, Charles, it was always you".

Charles stays silent as he lets all of your words sync in. He had been so wrong this whole time and he spent so many days and months hating you. Was he so wiling to believe that you were leaving him to stay with Lewis because he couldn't believe that it would finally be true? He'd always heard that the spouse never leaves their martial partner when it comes to having an affair. But you and Charles never had an affair. You had a relationship, and one that Lewis knew all about. So why had he gotten it all so wrong?

"When you told me to leave, I... I took the cowards way out. I don't blame you for not believing me. We were both tired and I gave up. I'm sorry that I gave up, Charles," you say. It's your turn to wipe the tear from Charles' cheeks.

"No, I pushed you away," he says quietly.

You shake your head. "No, you didn't. You did nothing wrong," you tell him.

The two of you take a few minutes to process your confession to Charles. The tears have now dried up for the both of you but the weight of the conversation rests heavy on your hearts.

"If you didn't go to New York, where did you go?" Charles asks.

You let out a little sigh. "I went for a job opportunity in Singapore. And I took it, so I moved about three months after things ended between us".

Charle lets out a light-hearted chuckle. "Singapore, that must have been nice," he says, "How did you manage in the heat?"

"I didn't," you laugh, "I basically lived a nocturnal lifestyle. But it was nice, I enjoyed my time there. I think I grew up a lot while I was there".

You pause for a moment, your smile falls a little as you carry on. "I do think about what would have happened if I'd stayed in London though..." Your sentence trails off as you begin to think about the what ifs.

"Well you know, London. Always busy and always expensive," Charles jokes. You smile at him softly.

"Kind of like Paris, right?" you say and he nods in response.

He takes a moment before asking his next question, "Do you regret going?"

Uncertainty takes over momentarily before you reply, "I don't know. I wish I kind of did things differently".

"Me too," Charles mutters.

Your eyes meet each others and this time it feels different. It feels like you're both longing for one another. You're not sure who initiated the first move as you both lean in for a gentle kiss which soon escalates as Charles pulls you onto his lap while you reach out to cup his face. The kiss deepens quickly as the two of your run your hands over any body part you can find on the other.

Charles' hands going from your hair on the back of your head to your waist. At some point, they end up on your ass which is now exposed due to the movements you've been making on his lap. Your hands too find themselves in his hair before making their way over his shoulders and down his clothed chest but you don't miss the tight muscles that sits below the thin material.

You hum as Charles' lips make their way to below your ear before making their way down your neck and finally to your chest.

"I wasn't joking when I mentioned this dress earlier," he says as he stares up at you, his eyes are full of hunger, "it was meant to taken off".

You can't help but squeal as he dramatically pulls your straps down to reveal your chest and it doesn't take long for him to wrap his mouth around one of your nipples. You moan as he begins to suck on the sensitive skin.

"Fuck," you let out as your hands grip onto his shoulders.

Tonight has been such a mind fuck that you feel dizzy at his touch. How the hell have you ended up in this situation where you've gone from slapping Charles for being an asshole to having him sucking on your tits. Maybe he was right and that you did like men that treated you like shit.

But that was baggage that you could unpack another day as you're suddenly brought back to your senses when you feel a flash of cold air on your vagina. You look down and see that Charles has pulled your panties to the side.

He looks up at you menacingly as his right hand makes its way down your body while the other holds your him in place. You can't help but yelp as his fingertips brush against your clit.

"Charles," you sigh in relief as he presses more pressure onto your sensitive bud.

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't imagined this image over the last three years," Charles teases as he slides his fingers between your folds. "Mmmm," is all you can say.

"I still have those photos you know and some of the videos that we took," he continues as he left hand makes it's way back up to your breast, missing the feeling of full flesh beneath his fingers.

"Charles," you whisper once more as you grip onto his hair.

"All you have to do is tell me how you want," he says and you're falling into his touch when he suddenly pushes two of his fingers inside of you.

"Shit!"

Charles takes your profanity as a sign to continue but this only sends you into overdrive. No, it's that dizzy feeling again and you suddenly feel light-headed. His fingers are moving in and out of you but all you want to do is push yourself off his chest and you do.

"Stop," you cry as you lift yourself of Charles' body.

Charles is stunned at your sudden change and becomes flustered, trying to understand why you're no longer wanting him to touch you.

"Amour, what's wrong?"

You're panting as you recover from the sensation of Charles while you're also trying to gather your thoughts at the same time.

"I don't think this is a good idea," you eventually say. You don't miss the look of disappointment on Charles' face. "It's not that I don't want to, I just think that... that we've gone through so much tonight. We haven't really processed anything and I don't want us to regret this".

Charles nods. He'd do anything to have you right now but deep down he knows you're right. The events of tonight have been chaotic, petty and at times toxic. This was the first time the two of you had addressed what happened and even then it was only a short conversation. He's only just gotten you back into his life and despite what his mouth was running with earlier, Charles didn't want to lose you again.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he says softly.

"Please don't be sorry. We both wanted it but it's not the best thing right now," you say. You want to break the tension in the air by cracking a joke, "If you want, we can both tell Pierre that we fucked to mess with his head".

Your joke works as Charles releases some tension by laughing before letting out a "Fucking Pierre".

At some point, you end up resting your head against Charles' chest as the two of you enjoy the silence for the first time this evening and for the final time, Charles interrupts a quiet moment between you two.

"Can you stay tonight? I... Nothing has to happen, I'd just like you to stay," he says quietly. You look up at him and nod.

The two of you eventually make your way to the bedroom and slowly undress each other as you get ready for bed, with Charles lending you one of his football jerseys.

And while he sleeps ever so soundly, his chest gently rising and falling as he lets out slow breaths, you find yourself not being able to sleep at all.

As the sun begins to rise on an early summer's morning in Paris, you find a pen and paper in Charles' kitchen before leaving him a note on his pillow:

' I promise I'm not running away this time, I just think that we both deserve the chance for a clear head in the morning.

I'm so grateful that I got the chance to see you again.

Amour xxx '

[starkwlkr]

Could you please do a ruby/baby leclerc imagine where she's a bit older and Charles being the overprotective dad, tells her she can't wear that and she has to change, and they fall out and then make up again

teen angst | charles leclerc

give my girl ruby a break, charles!! and for this, ruby is aged up to 18 and mathéo is 14 so double the teen angst for charles 😳 also sorry charles, you’re sticking with ferrari in this one until idk

Charles was looking for his family. He had even called Y/n, but she didn’t answer. He was getting frustrated, but all his worries left when he saw his wife of many years walk into the Ferrari garage with their two kids by her side. Even after all this time, he felt like a teenager in love with her.

“I was beginning to think you forgot about me.” Charles teased, giving his wife a kiss on the lips to greet her.

“I would never.” Y/n smiled at her husband. “We’re going to go see Pierre for a bit before the race begins. Ruby wants to wish him good luck.”

“Where is my good luck— wait, what are you wearing, Ruby Jules?” Charles looked at his daughter’s outfit. She had a black skirt and a cropped shirt.

“I found it in maman’s closet. She said she wore it on a first date.” Ruby said.

“No, I remember what she wore on our first date and it wasn’t that. We went to her favorite restaurant and she wore a black dress.” Charles confirmed.

“I said she wore it for a first date, papa, i didn’t mean yours.” Ruby teased and kissed her father’s cheek. “Bye, I’m going to see uncle Pierre. Good luck, old man.” Then she left in search of the Frenchman.

“Can I go see uncle Daniel?” Mathéo eagerly asked.

“In a second, baby. Your papa looks like he’s about to faint. What’s wrong, Charles?” Y/n asked.

“Y/n, did you not tell her to change?” Charles sighed. “I have a jacket in my drivers room, let me go get it.”

Before Charles could leave, Y/n stopped him. “Charles, it’s hot today and you’re going to make her wear a jacket? She looks nice.”

“I think she still looks ugly.” Mathéo added.

“Théo, what did i tell you about making fun of your sister?”

“She’s not here so it doesn’t count!”

Charles shook his head. “What if I give her a Ferrari shirt? I think I have one—“

“No one is changing. Charles, just accept that our little girl is growing up and her style is changing. She’s not going to wear shirts with rainbows on them anymore.” Y/n tried to get her husband to understand, but he still wasn’t convinced.

“I’m still not happy about it.” He mumbled.

“I know.”

As the Monaco national anthem played while Charles stood on the podium, he kept a close eye on his little girl, even if she was considered an adult in most countries. Ruby could tell he was mad about the outfit, but she didn’t see any problem with it. If her mother wore it years ago, why couldn’t she?

“I’ll be in dad’s driver’s room. Maybe he can actually celebrate without babysitting me from the podium.” Ruby rolled her eyes. She kissed her mother’s cheek and excused herself from the people around her.

Charles’ eyes still followed her until she was out of sight. He then mumbled a ‘what?’ to his wife wondering why Ruby had left even though the ceremony wasn’t done yet. His wife just shook her head.

Shit he thought to himself.

After the ceremony, he only had one person on his mind. His Ruby Jules.

“Go talk to her, she’s upset. She’s in your drivers room. Y/n said.

“Now can we go see uncle Daniel?” Mathéo asked for the millionth time.

Charles made his way to his drivers room, occasionally thanking people who congratulated him on his win. When he stood infront of the door to his room, he knocked them waited a couple seconds.

“Mon chéri? It’s papa. Can I come in?”

“It’s your room, dad.” Ruby said softly.

Charles turned the doorknob and opened the door. He found Ruby seated on the tiny sofa on her phone. “I saw you left before the could spray you with the champagne.” He tried to lighten up the mood.

“I’ve seen you do it many times.” Ruby mumbled.

Charles stayed silent for a bit since he didn’t really know how to even speak to her without making her upset. He didn’t remember himself being this difficult to talk to when he was a teen, or was he? He was definitely going to ask him mother about it later.

“I know you don’t like my outfit. But I like it and maman likes it too. These are hers after all.” Ruby spoke, breaking the silence between them.

“Your maman and I had a talk and I have to accept that you’re growing up. But you’re my Ruby Jules, my little girl. You know when you were small, you would always ask for ice cream at every race. . . Do you still want to get ice cream?” Charles asked the teen.

Ruby cracked a smile. Of course she remembered always asking for ice cream. That was her thing. “I do. But are you really mad about my outfit?”

“Furious? No, but you are growing up and you’re not going to wear rainbow shirts or princess fairy dresses anymore so if you like to dress like this then I say you look pretty.” Charles nodded.

“Princess fairy dresses,” Ruby chuckled. “For my nineteenth birthday, I say we bring back the princess fairy theme. I miss it.”

[agendabymooner]

MASTERLIST by agendabymooner

note: what i had done so far... i think?

legends/genre:

a = angst g = general fic hc = hurt/comfort h = humour

s = smut (minors, dni) mc = mature content (minors, dni) f = fluff

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alex albon (aa23)

keeper, smau: polly berkshire has obscure interactions with her thirsty boyfriend and it's safe to say that they love each other.

fernando alonso (fa14)

the breakup and makeup series

time to rock and roll, fic: the first time beatrice staedtlander and fernando alonso had broken up. (hc)

heaven, smau: back in 2000s, fernando alonso and beatrice anastasia 'trish' staedtlander were every racing and wrestling fans' couple. years after, trish alonso became a mother and a wife... and the grid's crush of the season. fernando was certainly not happy so what's a better way to remind everyone that he was hers? (f, g, h)

from the ground up, smau: tino and tiago alonso were the twins that trish had given birth to at the age of 40, and everyone understood now why she didn't make it to the 2024 canadian gp. (f)

bonnie and the fame

maneater, smau: bonnie catherine sutton was carlos sainz's ex-girlfriend who returned to the f1 scene as a different woman. turns out, she's fernando alonso's fiancée (f)

ego, smau: never underestimate a woman's self-esteem, it might end up wounding you more than it would her.

jenson button (jb22)

the mr. darcy type, smau: much like the popular love interest, jenson should have known better than to say things that wouldn't impress a woman he grew interested in. OR ada abbott made sure that he worked hard for her time and attention. (f)

affection, blurb: in which, jenson learned that he should just say it without being a little too drunk.

pierre gasly (pg10)

newsflash, smau: ensley soleil doesn’t like playboys. too bad, pierre gasly’s down bad for her (attention and love). (f, g, h)

lowkey, smau: fans thought that pierre moved on from ensley four months after publicly declaring his (love?) for her. funnily enough... (f, g, h)

indigo, chatfic + smau: there's really no reason for pierre gasly to be jealous over some man that ensley wrote 'high school in jakarta' about. not when she wrote one or more songs about the frenchman. (f)

high school in jakarta, fic: meeting ensley’s close friends would also mean that he’d have to meet her high school sweetheart, who he believed he couldn’t compete against until ensley ensured that his two-day attendance wouldn’t be spoiled by some guy who couldn’t let go of some memories she couldn’t even remember. 

dancing with the devil, smau: ensley soleil doesn't care about what people are saying about her relationship with pierre especially now that she's married to him. (f)

do i make you nervous, blurb: lesson learned: just date her first rather than being friendly in the bed.

lewis hamilton (lh44)

stevie and lewis (hearth sister!ofc)

thick and thin, smau + fic: lewis should know better than underestimating her and her capabilities to yearn for him for years. (hc)

where the bad girls are (kpop idol!ofc)

lifted, smau: lewis is married to a kpop idol who happened to be one of the girls to shape the image of female groups in the korean pop community.

melody series (x ofc)

summary: with her sharp eyes focused on her audience, a burlesque performer who went under the name of melody returned to rythme romantique, an entertainment lounge which exclusively caters to the wealthiest people of monaco — or in this case, to the people with a status that are recognized by all. her three exclusive performances were meant to be a closure for her connections in the principality. still, a certain formula one driver saw it as an opportunity to reconnect with his former flame after two years of her absence. felicity vos learned that this was a rich man’s world and that he could do whatever he wanted, but she also realized that the agreement they settled on years ago was corrupted the moment he expressed his love for her. 

one, million dollar man: monaco was a world of glitz and glamour that she left two years ago. returning to the principality clearly was a huge mistake as she found herself talking to the man who swore to nothing but his love for her.

two, this is what makes us girls: "decorum isn't something you can buy with money or fame." or what did lewis really want from her and why did he show up on the second night of her performance?

charles leclerc (cl16)

of long lines and names, fic: five kids with (almost) five names under six years. OR the three pregnancies that charles had witnessed told him how motherhood and memories could come in two sets of twins and a boy that looked so much like him. (f)

the leclerc daycare, fic: before his last set of twins were born, charles had to watch his boys on his own (not exactly by himself when he's got esteban and pierre acting as his right hand men). (f)

lando norris (ln4)

london boy, smau: nicola 'cola' alessandro moved to britain and what's a better way to introduce yourself to england than taking a trip around with a certain mclaren driver? (f, g, h)

i think he knows, smau: grazia nichols published her debut novel based off formula one, and a fan could have sworn that the the book bf - nolan langford - was based off of lando's character as a driver altogether. (f, g, h)

honey, honey smau series (x ofc)

summary: hannah-sue ‘honey’ lewis is so much like her sideman brother with the exception of the fact that she didn’t watch formula one as much as she used to back when she had her crush on mercedes driver michael schumacher in 2010.

introduction

one, who tf is lando norris: she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on; mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.

esteban ocon (eo31)

the royal wildcard, smau: the british media's good at getting the juiciest details of gossip from the palace, but much to their dismay, princess albertine spencer followed the footsteps of her brother harry and had done an amazing job at hiding her marriage with a certain alpine driver for three months. (f, g, h)

the royal resemblance, smau: albertine ocon lived to give her estranged family something to talk about because of her physical appearance that could be confused with her mother's ghost. too bad, ditty ocon was born into the world with the same heart attack-inducing features.

sergio perez (sp11)

she's beauty, she's grace, smau: in which carmella ayala perez, the miss universe 2018 winner, tied the knot with checo after their five years of relationship and the birth of their second child.

oscar piastri (op81)

jollibee, madrid and all that romantic fiasco, smau: paloma san pedro is carlos sainz's cousin-in-law who also introduced oscar to his newly found filipino fast food chain addiction. safe to say that he bought a ticket last minute just so he can obsess over her, too.

kimi raikkonen (kr7)

stop the world i wanna get off with you, smau: vera 'coppa' coppola-raikkonen is the only one who can make the iceman talk a lot. she's also the only one who can make the chatty versions of him as their three older children (romania, rooney and johann-lauri) make their presence known to the racing community. (f, g, h)

daniel ricciardo (dr3)

rush series (x måneskin member!ofc)

read your diary, smau: it's 2021 and everyone thinks that lester and daniel are dating. lesson learned: never underestimate a fan's investigation skills. (g)

mamma mia, smau: an interview with jimmy fallon gives a brief idea of how lester and daniel came to be. (g)

mamma mia (again), smau: a youtube playlist was created to compile clips of danny talking way too much about his beloved girlfriend (f)

gossip, smau: everyone thinks lester's only here to be a formula one girlfriend with a bad reputation. it's not her fault she's confident. (mc, hc, h)

kool kids, smau: lester and daniel are going to new york to see a musical... while babysitting their "kid" (feat. lando norris) (g, h)

timezone, fic: lester wasn't normally like this, but she's more than willing to pay twice the price just to get to the next flight to where he wanted her: his arms, her home. (hc)

if not for you, smau: messages exchanged between lester and others as she takes care of the wolff children and an ex with the poorest decisions to have existed. (feat. lando norris, max verstappen, charles leclerc and characters from a story) (f, g, h)

baby said, smau: many tweets are posted that they don't often mean. their fans thought that his marriage proposal was one of them. (f, g, h)

supermodel, smau: how not to cry when you're talking about the man who'd give you the wedding that you dreamed of? (f, g, h)

rush series: wedding special

london bridge, smau: the alessandro-ricciardo wedding week is nothing of a peaceful week, and the monday only proved that thought right. (feat. f1 drivers) (f, h) - wedding special 1

fergalicious, smau: the grid singles need to touch some grass… or in lando’s case, go swimming. (feat. f1 drivers) (h) - wedding special 2

l'azienda di famiglia (e le donnole dell'isola), smau + fic: the alessandro family arrived and lando and george found themselves alone with two of the sisters. (feat. lando norris and george russell) (f, g) - wedding special 3

rush: mrs. ricciardo special

part of you, smau: mrs. lester ricciardo asks her followers what to get her husband for his 35th birthday. little did danny know, she’s already got one ready to surprise him (f, g)

when emma falls in love, smau: as her pregnancy progressed, lester ricciardo made sure that her sanity wouldn't go the other way as she posted a thread of journal entries talking about her pregnancy. (f, h)

slipping through my fingers, smau: beau ricciardo was his dad's carbon copy and his mom's little heartbreaker.

george russell (gr63)

his family and her lover, smau: eleanora 'nora' alessandro was more than happy for george's willingness to step up as her children's father regardless of how people poorly reacted on their relationship.

carlos sainz jr. (cs55)

ride home, smau: the ferrari driver accidentally outed himself as a married man, so mona magdalena sainz stepped in to say hi to his loyal fans. (f, g, h) (extra)

dear, smau: nobody loved each other more than magda and carlos sainz. OR a series of tweets in which magda and carlos never took each other seriously. (h)

mick schumacher (ms47)

she's everything... and he's just mick, smau: barbara 'barbie' blanco is the vettel family's foster child that gradually turned to kimi vettel's nanny and mick's crush? (f, g)

"besties", smau: everyone swore that mick and barbie are more than "babysitting pardners" (f)

who is kenough, smau: mick nearly took the piss from arthur leclerc after the posts that the monegasque had of barbie. too bad, mick was already hers before arthur could even try.

kenergy unfolded, fic: written version of who is kenough OR arthur leclerc was only scheming just so mick could do something about revealing his relationship with barbie.

lance stroll (ls18)

gotta be you, smau: bora mckinnon made her presence known in the paddock one year after lance broke up with her. now, they're all over the media because of his presence in her three birthday celebrations. the question still stands: are they getting back together?

yuki tsunoda (yt22)

line without a hook, smau: pia ellis misses her mystery bf that everyone thought to be her delusions. it turns out he's a formula one driver who definitely misses her too.

max verstappen (mv1)

to loathe and to love series (x ofc) (wip)

summary: there is a massive difference between the two words, but sylvie was more than willing to blur out the line if it means for her to spend some time with what others called her soulmate, max verstappen.

one, it’s time to go: sylvie attended a christmas party and couldn’t seem to do what she normally did on the paddock: avoid max (a)

two, closure: her memories haunted her so much that the red bull team principal thought of her to be incompetent, so it was only ideal of max to face the music too. (a)

three, goodnight n go: she wasn't sure what was more surprising: toto's presence on her graduation celebration or max's expensive graduation gifts. (f)

four, gorgeous: there's nothing more satisfying than seeing christian horner own up to his own mistake. that, and max's office-warming gift that he dropped off in sylvie's new on-site office.

five, cinema: sylvie was left feeling unsure when she and max did things that friends normally wouldn't do after she was broken up with by another man. (hc, mc, s)

six, satellite: max verstappen might've avoided talking about what they had done before all of this, but he was certain he wouldn't get out of his way just to ignore her as he swore not to her one way or another ever again. (a, hc)

seven, mean: sylvie found herself with a million and a half pounds and winning against the boys who brought her racing career to an early end.

eight, long story short: they're friends, they said. they bought a house and adopted a dog together, they definitely did.

nine, mastermind: max wasn't going to admit that he was jealous. he wasn't going to tell her that he sabotaged her blind date, either. not that she didn't know.

ten, comfort crowd: ah yes, the first monday of may. when everyone speculated that sylvie was merely using him and when she finally admitted to missing him for the past four years.

eleven, matilda: they don't know much, maybe, but they know how they'll raise their children away from the toxicity that they grew up in, all thanks to their fathers who did nothing but set expectations. (hc)

extra: matilda volume two, smau: set years after the tltl series in which sylvie and max have the most adorable set of kids called emilia, lila and maximilian. (f)

to loathe and to love: extras (x ofc)

lost in japan, smau: just two lost souls (with a tour guide) travelling to japan to make up for the childhood they missed. (f)

sebastian vettel (sv5)

crazy rich wife, smau: everyone (some twitter account) wonders where the recently retired german driver had gone to after the 2022 season. thank god for bel vettel, his fans now know that he’s still alive and is being spoiled and pampered by his wife. (f, g)

sweet spoiled husband (+ son), smau: mick schumacher is a grown man that both bel and seb treat like their own child. (f, g)

sweet spoiled schatzi, smau: bel and seb introduce the newest addition to their little family, and mick seems to love kimi vettel as much as a godfather loves his godchild. (f)

sweet little similarities, smau: bel and everyone could tell that kimi vettel was becoming more like his father, sebastian's, carbon copy as days went on. (f, g, h)

sebastian and sons (and soufflés), fic: day in the life of a retired sebastian vettel, featuring his kids kimi and barbie (and a nervous mick). (f)

toto wolff

colour me your colour series (x ofc) (wip)

summary: tilly marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. everyone but one. and it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

one, what a beautiful sight that was: it was 2006 and she wanted nothing but to finish her research paper. their curiosity led them to a fifteen minute conversation that they would need to continue eight years after. (g)

two, tilly marie wants to go to hell: it's 2014 and she attended the british gp as a communication liaison for red bull. she didn't know that the man she met years ago was the team principal of mercedes, the rival team that her best friend drives for. lewis hamilton was more than amused to see her flustered, if you were to ask him. (g)

three, juliet's hit list: how can one give the heart eyes? daniel and lewis found tilly and toto flirting behind the cameras and behind the press audience and decided to mess with them. (g)

four, fast lane but not the race weekend kind: daniel and lewis might as well be attending a sleepover if they keep asking tilly about her relationship with toto. (g)

five, how to romance and cry in the same day: tilly goes on a date with toto for the first time and learns about her father's intention to pass ownership to her. (a, f, g)

six, love on camera: tilly and toto have a bad habit of flirting not so subtly.

seven, age is just a number and love is just a shame: tilly, while she believed her mother was right about the age difference between her and a certain mercedes team principal, is sure that she isn't falling fast and hard for him.

colour me your colour: extras (x ofc)

the paddock's resident it girl, smau: besides from owning three of mercedes' competitors in the track and being the mercedes team principal's wife, she's also known as the cool girl of the paddock for her taste in fashion and husband. (f)

the paddock's lucky husband, smau: with him being spoon-fed with love from his children and wife, toto really couldn't ask for more. OR tilly wolff liked to talk about fashion but her family? she might as well write a whole book about them. (f)

the paddock's resident menace and the dame, smau: tilly wolff was presented with a damehood and her daughter tia, the girl who tends to act on her mischievous way (all thanks to toto), celebrated her 7th birthday during the silverstone gp week. fans recall her best moments in sky sports and media overall.

f1 drivers (general)

9 to 5 series (x characters) (spin-off of cmyc and rush)

summary: lorelei hester ‘lester’ alessandro is a bassist first and daniel ricciardo's partner second. but it seems like another role is added to her resume as she begins her weekend in baku as toto wolff’s children’s babysitter.

the original five and the playlist

one, baby names and text messages: lester receives a text message from an unknown number, only for her to offer max verstappen's seat to her boyfriend.

two, max's lowered iq and linkedin profiles: max tries to defend himself as he experiences the morning wrath of lester.

three, the most toto coded children: toto gets ready for the baku weekend by styling his daughter's hair and thinking that he could just stay at home and talk business with his kids.

four, papa, soren and tia's promise hug: lester's more worried that she'll mess up her duties and upset the father of the two wolff cubs.

five, the little weapons of destruction distraction: the first half of her babysitting day consisted of reading too much, learning the word 'accident' and daniel ricciardo being a bad influence on toto wolff's shy son.

[underqualified-human]

Riddle, Vil, Rook, Azul: S/O kept their birthday hidden

→ Request: Hello 👋 I love your works so much 🥺 May I please request a headcannon GN!S/O w/ Vil Schoenheit,Riddle Roseheart,Rook Hunt and Azul Ashengrotto

'Their s/o never told them when their birthday and they forgot to ask until one day,they accidentally hear their s/o just celebrating by theirself.'

You can ignore this request if u want,if you DO this request then thank you~

~Shiro

→ A/N: So I added a little drabble in between the headcanons for fun!

→ Warnings:

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: Headcanons/Drabbles

→ Pronouns: They/Them

Riddle Rosehearts:

I know for a fact how this played out

Riddle wanted to invite you to an unbirthday party. You were his significant other of course he wanted you to attend. He also wanted to show off a little bit, though it was only natural to want to show your partner the best of yourself. A few times you'd asked him to let you help with setting up. Those were his favourite times. He'd sent you a letter invitation - as he usually does- but you hadn't responded to it yet. There was a small ball of nerves forming in the pit of his stomach.

As he climbed the steps to The Ramshackle dorm, he heard laughter. With a slightly angry hand, he knocked on the dorm. His anger lessened ever so slightly you answered the door, still smiling. "Why didn't you respond to my letter?" 

He asked, trying to hide his fear behind irritation. He looked past you and saw streamers hanging from the dirty dorm ceiling.

"Well, today's my birthday. It would be pretty rude to show up to an unbirthday party on my birthday."

Oh.

The ghosts dragged him into Ramshackle and made him miss his own unbirthday party 

He felt so bad, but doesn't let it show too much

Constantly beats himself up over the fact that he didn't even ask you

He gets you a gift the next day to try and make up for it

Marks the date on his calendar with a bright red heart

Vil Schoenheit:

The photographer had called for a 15-minute break and Vil had quickly checked his Magicam feed. On there he saw you'd posted a photo of a cake you had baked yourself (he could tell). There was a caption under the photo which said 'Happy Birthday To Me!'

Oh boy strap in

Is honestly upset with both you and himself. You because 'why didn't you tell me?' and himself because 'why didn't I just ask?'

Forces Convinces you to join him on a spa day when he's done with his work

Goes shopping with you and lets you pick out almost anything you want to buy

Makes sure to always remember the date from now on

Rook Hunt:

Rook likes to watch you from afar. This is not new information. The Frenchman is almost always nearby, just observing. It brought a sense of calm to your life knowing that he was never too far away. Whether you’d just grown accustomed to the feeling of him being around, or he’d gotten much better at hiding, you couldn’t feel his eyes watching that day. You saw him later walking in the hallway, but you never interacted with him that day beyond a small wave and a smile. You can’t always spend time with your boyfriend, life is busy sometimes. So, you spent the day with yourself and your friends. He popped up later that night, in the middle of your own little birthday party. How he found out you had no idea, maybe he didn’t know and just wanted to spend time with you. Whatever the reason may be, he was here and you were happy about it.

Honestly thinks it's funny that you managed to keep this a secret from him for so long, but still tries to hide it.

Bakes a cake/whatever else you want with you [macarons, he also makes macarons]

Your birthday is now one of his passwords

Takes you on a cute little picnic date the next day

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul hadn't seen you all day and he'd started to get worried. You didn't have a lot of classes that overlapped, but you would normally spend lunches together. Today was a weekend, which made him even more nervous.

Luckily or not, weekends were when the lounge was most busy so he threw himself into his work to distract from the growing thoughts that swirled in his head.

He made it until past noon before he left to go look for you.

He checked all your usual spots but couldn't find you or your friends. When he finally checked your dorm, he heard loud laughter from the backyard. He walked along the side of the house and spotted you and Grimm having a water balloon fight. One hit you in the face and you slipped, laughing all the way down. 

When Grimm spotted him, his laughter died down. You turned your head to see Azul standing at the entrance to your little overgrown garden.

Before he could ask what was going on he saw a small cake on one of the nearby tables. You hit him in the face with a balloon, the plastic sticking to his glasses.

Congrats! You now have to comfort him for hours on your birthday because he's sad 😢

But seriously he knows well enough what it's like to be alone on your birthday and feels horrible that he'd unknowingly subject you to that. 

Spends the rest of the day with you doing what you want

At the end of the day, he has a little impromptu dinner at the Lounge, free of charge! (The price is actually a kiss on the cheek)

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[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

«Pironi seeks victory to dedicate to Villeneuve»

[Notes: I used image to text converter to convert the scans to text but since the issue is from 1982 i had to clean up the text by adding the missing letters and stuff like that manually. so, there might be some mistakes. I also don’t speak Italian so this is google translated, but I attached the text version in Italian under the cut. The article is from La Stampa Sera; date: 12/06/1982; link to the original issue scans in source]

MONTREAL — Yesterday afternoon, during a moving ceremony, the Notre Dame Island circuit was officially named after Gilles Villeneuve. It was the mayor of Montreal himself, Jean Drapeau, who presented the official resolution of the municipality that renamed the track in memory of the late driver. The ceremony was attended by almost all the drivers and also by a large crowd that applauded the decision of Canadian politicians for a long time.

It is in this atmosphere that tomorrow, in memory of Villeneuve, the drivers will battle to the limit of their possibilities for the eighth round of the F.1 world championship. Yesterday the official tests were disturbed by the rain but there were still some indications of what could happen during the test.

And it is Didier Pironi himself who promises a fiery attack in tomorrow's race. "If the weather conditions allow it, that is, if it doesn't rain," says the Frenchman, "I won't do a race like the one in Detroit, on the defensive. I hope the tires work well and that I can make the most of the Ferrari's power. It would be the greatest joy of my life to get a victory on this circuit. It goes without saying: I would dedicate it to my late teammate. We argued, it's true, but that didn't mean I considered a friendship that had lasted a long time over. I'm sure Gilles would have liked to see me, him, winner, or in any case, see a Ferrari in first place. There are many pitfalls, many opponents, but I'm optimistic given how the last races have ended."

Pironi's statements are quite demanding. However, many drivers believe that the Ferrari "driver" is one of the favourites for the Canadian Grand Prix. The series of placings obtained so far, the excellent performances of the car that is growing day by day and is increasingly competitive, constitute a demonstration of quality that has never failed so far. Ferrari also has some small technical secrets with innovations that have been introduced in recent times. One of these, for a special type of cooling of the air that is expelled from the turbo, constitutes an authentic secret of the 126 C2. Many are now copying the system that evidently uses a pump that nebulises the liquid, i.e. water, in the air and allows it to be cooled and obtain significantly lower temperatures for the engine. In this way, the turbo engine prepared in Maranello almost never breaks down and offers very high level performance.

The Ferrari driver's main rivals should be Prost and Arnoux, Patrese with Brabham, Lauda and Watson with McLaren and, obviously, the Alfa Romeos of De Cesaris and Giacomelli. The driver from Brescia is trying to 'fine-tune' his car which yesterday did not provide excellent performances and relegated him far back in the grid. "I also want to have a good race - said the Italian driver - because I'm tired of hearing only accusations against me. If I'm not given a fine-tuned car, what can I do? It's just a matter of finding a balanced solution in the preparation of the car and then I'll show that I'm always a top-place man".

A race, therefore, that looks very heated. There are many contenders for victory and it must not be forgotten that the points up for grabs will also be decisive for the world standings. This year, as in the past, the standings will be drawn up on the basis of 11 results, that is, half of the scheduled races in the World Championship plus three. When this limit is reached, the discards will begin and then the best placings will be good. However, no one has yet reached an acceptable quota (Pironi has the highest number of placings in percentage with 4 results, among the first six in seven races disputed) while Watson is still the leader of the world standings. Even the Irishman, quietly, has begun to raise some hopes. But yesterday he was clearly inferior to his teammate Niki Lauda.

MONTREAL — Ieri pomeriggio, nel corso di una cerimonia commovente, il circuito dell'isola di Notre Dame è stato ufficialmente intitolato a Giles Villeneuve. E’ stato lo stesso sindaco di Montreal, Jean Drapeau a presentare la risoluzione ufficiale della municipalità che ha ribattezzato la pista in memoria al pilota scomparso. Alla cerimonia hanno preso parte quasi tutti i piloti e anche una numerosa folla che ha applaudito a lungo la decisione dei politici canadesi.

E' in questa atmosfera che domani, nel ricordo di Villeneute, i piloti si daranno battaglia al limite delle loro possibilità per l'ottava prova del campionato mondiale di F.1 Ieri le prove ufficiali sono state disturbate dalla pioggia ma si sono avute comunque alcune indicazioni per ciò che si potrà verificare nel corso della prova.

Oggi si tenterà di cambiare le posizioni anche perché se il tempo rimarrà bello tutti potranno scendere sotto i tempi ottenuti ieri. Molto attesa alla prova è la Renault turbo che su un tracciato da oltre 180 km all'ora non avrà difficoltà a mettere in fila le macchine ‘avversarie. La pole position è contestata sia dall'Alfa Romeo, che ieri è stata la vettura più rapida con Andrea De Cesaris, che dalla Ferrari ieri terza nella graduatoria finale.

Ed è lo stesso Didier Pironi a promettere un attacco focoso nella gara di domani. «Se le condizioni meteorologiche lo consentiranno, cioè se non pioverà — afferma il francese — non farò una corsa come quella di Detroit, in difesa. Mi auguro che le gomme vadano bene e che io possa sfruttare al massimo la potenza della Ferrari. Sarebbe la più grande gioia della mia vita ottenere una vittoria su questo circuito. Non c'è neppure da dirlo: la dedicherei al mio compagno scomparso. Abbiamo litigato, è vero, ma non per questo avevo considerato chiusa un'amicizia che durava da tanto tempo. Sono sicuro che Gilles avrebbe voluto vedermi, lui, vincitore, o comunque, vedere una Ferrari al primo posto. Le insidie sono molte, gli avversari tanti, ma sono ottimista visto come sono finite le ultime gare».

Le dichiarazioni di Pironi sono abbastanza impegnative. Tuttavia sono molti i piloti a credere che il «driver» della Ferrari sia no dei favoriti del Gran Premio del Canada. La serie di piazzamenti ottenuti sinora, le ottime pertormances della macchina che cresce di giorno in giorno ed è :sempre più competitiva, costitui scono una dimostrazione di qualità che sinora non è mai venuta meno. La Ferrari ha anche qualche piccolo segreto tecnico con delle innovazioni che sono state apportate negli ultimi tempi. Uno di questi, per uno speciale tipo di rof‘freddemento dell'aria che viene espulsa dal turbo, costituisce un autentico segreto della 126 C2. Sono in molti ora a co‘piare il sistema che si avvale evidentemente di una pompa che nebulizza il liquido, cioè l'acqua, nell'aria e consente di raffreddare la stessa e ottenere delle temperature nettamente inferiori per il motore. In questo modo il propulsore turbo preparato a Maranello non si rompe quasi più ed offre presatazioni di altissimo livello.

I maggiori rivali per il pilota della Ferrari dovrebbero essere Prost e Arnoux, Patrese con la Brabham, Lauda e Watson con le McLaren e, ovviamente, le Alfa Romeo di De Cesaris e Giacomelli. Il pilota bresciano sta tentando di ‘mettere a punto la sua vettura che ieri non ha fornito delle ottime performances e lo ha relegato molto indietro nello schieramento. «Voglio fare anch'io una buona corsa — ha dichiarato il pilota italiano — perché sono stufo di sentire soltanto accuse nei miei confronti. Se non mi sì dà una macchina a punto, come posso fare? Si tratta soltanto di trovare una soluzione equilbrata nella preparazione della vettura e poi dimostrerò che sono sempre un uomo da primi posti».

Una gara, dunque, che si presenta accesissima. Sono molti i pretendenti alla vittoria e non bisogna dimenticare che i punti in palio saranno determinanti anche per la classifica mondiale. Quest'anno, come già nel passato, la classifica sarà stilata sulla base di 11 risultati, cioè la metà delle prove in programma nel Campionato mondiale più tre. Quando sarà raggiunto tale limite cominceranno gli scarti ed allora saranno buoni i piazzamenti migliori. Nessuno comunque ha raggiunto ancora una quota accettabile (è Pironi ad avere il maggior numero di piazzamenti in per‘centuale con 4 risultati, fra i primi sei in sette corse disputate) mentre Watson è sempre il leader della classifica iridata. Anche l'irlandese, quatto quatto, ha cominciato ad alimentare qualche speranza. Ma ieri è stato nettamente inferiore al compagno di squadra Niki Lauda.

[lumi-nescentt]

And There’s Nothing I’d Rather Do, I’m Stuck With You:

Pairing: Esteban Ocon x Reader

Warnings: Stupid nicknames, kind of enemies to lovers (reader doesn't like Esteban at first) and some swear words, other than that it's pure fluff

Words: 7.1k

Summary: Spending the holidays in a snowy cabin in the Canadian mountains sounds like the perfect plan. Unless you get stuck with the only person you hate and he's trying his hardest to make you like him.

A/N: Another story heavily inspired by my Christmas mood but this time it was "Snowed in Together" with Esteban and I (as always) got a bit carried away

Spending New Year’s in a cabin in Canada had seemed like a great idea at first, your best friend had convinced you to come with her by saying she’d pay for your part of the accommodation since she really didn’t want to be alone. 

In all honesty, you completely understood why she was a little nervous. Despite knowing Lance since the three of you were in kindergarten, they had only started dating a few weeks ago and this would be their first holiday trip as more than just friends. She was nervous that it would be a little awkward and she desperately needed the moral support. 

At first, you had thought that you’d be spending a week as the third wheel but your friend has assured you that Lance had also invited friends which only gave you one more reason to accept. It wasn’t everyday that you were offered a free stay in a fancy cabin in the middle of the mountains with 2 of your closest friends and potentially single people too. If your best friend and Lance could have a romantic New Years getaway, you wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to experience it either. 

You didn’t know all of Lance’s friends but from the people you knew, you were almost certain that you’d get along well with whoever showed up. Well, almost certain because there was one single person that you didn’t want to see for a whole week and that was Esteban. 

It wasn’t that you particularly hated the Frenchman, he seemed like a nice person if you listened to everyone else who knew him, but your first meeting was still burned in the back of your mind. It had been one of the few Grand Prixs you had attended while still in college. 

You were barely 20 years old and seeing someone you had known practically your whole life in such an exclusive and elitist sport was hard to grasp, it was fascinating. You had been bouncing around the whole paddock from excitement and not knowing who you were, Esteban had laughed at you, making some stupid comment about how you looked like a fan girl. 

He hadn’t really meant it, he was still fairly new in this world and he didn’t really feel like he belonged. He thought that if he made himself seem tougher, even a little bit meaner, the nagging feeling of being a fraud would leave him. He hadn’t known that you were Lance’s friend. If he had known, he would have been more careful.

The moment Lance had introduced the two of you had happened a few hours after his comment and if he had hoped that you wouldn’t have heard his comment, the look on your face when you realised who he was told him the opposite. Esteban hadn’t realised it when you were further away from him but you were pretty, if he was honest with himself, you were probably one of the most gorgeous people he had ever met and that had made him nervous. 

Hoping to win you over, he had tried a joke when you talked about what you were studying in college but your face had contorted in a mix of confusion and hurt as soon as the words had left his mouth. Esteban knew what he had wanted to say wasn’t mean at all but in the translation, the meaning had lost itself and now he was sure you thought he was an ass. 

Over the years, he had tried to convince you that he had changed, that he wasn’t the 22 year old who thought putting people down was going to make him feel better about himself but it seemed like you were stuck on your first impression. You were never mean to him in any way but everyone could see the difference between your usual cheery and outgoing persona and the more reserved and sarcastic one only Esteban got to see. 

For these exact reasons, you really hoped that Esteban wouldn’t be part of this trip, or that if he was, he wouldn’t be the only friend invited so you could always hang out with someone other than him. 

Part of your wish was granted and if Esteban was in fact coming, Mick and his girlfriend were too so you wouldn’t be alone with him. Except in a way you would because you two were the only single people of the group and that would definitely be something you’d realise and be teased about for the whole week. 

The day you were supposed to go to the cabin had finally came and you were glad for the 3 hours drive you had on your own. You had now been well aware of Esteban’s presence for a few days and despite preparing yourself mentally, the last few hours of quiet were more than welcome to clear your head and convince yourself you could get through this. 

Wanting to be on time, you had left your house a bit early to avoid traffic and having to drive on twisty roads in the dark so you weren’t surprised to be the first one to arrive at all. You knew Mick and Laila were taking a plane so they’d arrive in the early hours of the morning and if there was something you knew about your best friend and Lance, it was that they usually arrived late to anything they had planned if they were together. 

You gladly took the time to visit the whole house and it was impossible not to gush at how beautiful it all was. You knew it had to have been expensive and you were half glad, half uncomfortable to know that you weren’t paying for any of it, your best friend was. You let yourself feel guilty for approximately 5 seconds before the feeling left you as you entered one of the rooms that was definitely going to be yours.

The view of the sunset over the snowy hills from the bedroom’s windows was simply breathtaking and everything looked so warm and cosy you couldn’t help but let yourself fall on the bed. You could have stayed forever laying on your side, looking at the snow falling on the balcony if it hadn’t been for the sound of a car door slamming. 

You rushed downstairs, silently hoping to see your best friend’s face but as you came into the living room full on running, you hit someone who was way too tall to be either Lance or the girl you had expected to see.

-“ I’ve never seen you this excited to see me so I’m assuming you were expecting someone else, chérie ?” Esteban smiled

-“ I thought Lance and Julia had arrived.” you answered matter of factly 

-“ Oh well, I’m afraid you’re going to wait a long time before seeing them…”

-“ What do you mean ?”

-“ Didn’t you get their texts ? On top of all the snow falling on the roads, there’s a tree that fell on the only road that comes up this part of the mountain so they probably won’t arrive before tomorrow at least.”

-“ Fuck, that sucks. I guess we don’t have cell reception so I must have missed it.” you sighed, looking at your phone only to see that you were in fact disconnected from the rest of the world

-“ Are Mick and Laila here already ?” he asked, looking around for signs of his other best friend

-“ Sorry to disappoint, it's just you and me. Their flight is supposed to land later tonight but if the road is impracticable then we won’t see them before tomorrow either.”

-“ I’m not disappointed. Contrary to what you might think, I happen to like your company, y/n.” Esteban smiled warmly at you, making you roll your eyes

-“ I’d love to say that the feeling’s mutual but I hate liars so tough luck.” you sarcastically answered with a fake smile and a shrug

-“ Come on, I can’t be that bad if you agreed to spend an entire week third wheeling not one but two couples with me.”

-“ First, I had no idea who was coming when I said yes so don’t flatter yourself and second, the main reason I’m here is because Julia needed me here and also paid for my part.” 

-“ Oh wow, okay. Well I’m glad you’re here still. No matter what the reasons are, I’m happy to see you.” he genuinely smiled, making you a tiny bit annoyed

-“ I don’t get you.”

-“ What do you mean ?”

-“ No matter how cold I am to you, you’re always like that. Always smiling at me and saying you appreciate me when I’ve done nothing to make you think that or deserve it.” you shook your head in disbelief

-“ I know you don’t particularly like me but I see the way you are with others and if being nice to you is going to get you to treat me like that someday then I don’t see why I wouldn’t want to try.”

-“ Esteban, I’m going to say this once so you better listen to me carefully because I won’t repeat myself.” you sighed as Esteban nodded, his full attention on you “You might be the most infuriating human being I’ve had to meet but that was actually quite sweet.” 

-“ Are you sure you won’t say it again ? What if I wanted to record it to listen to it later ?”

-“ Are you really that desperate to hear nice things about yourself ?”

-“ Only when it comes from you, chérie.” he smiled, cheekily winking at you

-“ That’s it, I’ve used all my Esteban battery for the day. I’m going to my room, enjoy the empty house, croissant man.” you declared before escaping upstairs as Esteban’s laugh filled the empty house

Trying to forget about the fact you had to spend the night alone with him, you decided to just go watch TV in your room, hoping to make time pass faster if you just got busy and ignored him. You had no idea what Esteban was doing but since you hadn’t heard him come up, you assumed he stayed downstairs and did the same as you to pass time. 

You were in the middle of your movie when everything went down out of nowhere. In a matter of seconds, you were in pitch black with no source of light apart from your phone. After thinking about it for a second, you decided that going to see Esteban was probably a wise idea, maybe he knew where the electrical panel was so you slowly made your way downstairs, trying not to fall down the stairs while calling his name.

-“ Esteban ?” you tried for the third time

-“ I’m here !” he shouted from what you assumed was the garage

-“ Did you find something ?” you asked once you were next to him

-“ Nope, I can’t find the panel and it seems like the house doesn’t have any candles or flashlights so this is all we have.” he sighed, pointing at their phones

-“ Shit, that sucks because I have like 25% of battery left so my phone isn’t going to last long.” 

-“ My battery’s almost full so we can share.” 

-“ Thanks.” you smiled at him before realising something “ What are we going to eat now that there’s no power ?” 

-“ We’re set for tonight cause I managed to make dinner before the power went out and it’s still in the oven so it should be warm enough. We’re lucky Lance had the fridge and the pantries stocked before we came in otherwise this would have been a disaster.” 

-“ You made dinner ?” 

-“ Yeah, that’s what I said, y/n.”

-“ I’m impressed.” 

-“ What, you didn’t think I could cook ?” Esteban scoffed, ready for another one of your comments

-“ No I just didn’t expect you to cook for the both of us so thank you.” 

-“ That’s it ? No teasing ?” 

-“ I haven’t eaten it yet so don’t think you’re safe yet. I expect a lot from you since your country is known for its cuisine.” you smiled sarcastically

-“ Well I’m no chef but I hope it’s still to your liking.” he just smiled back, motioning for you to follow him to the kitchen

You couldn’t lie, when Esteban said he had cooked, you expected something edible at best but what he had made was actually good. Lasagna wasn’t particularly hard to make but you still appreciated the thought and the time he had spent cooking so you refrained from commenting and just thanked him again. 

It was a bit weird to have to make conversation with Esteban alone but it was either that or stay in complete silence and that would have been way too awkward. Plus if you were honest, talking with him was actually pretty nice when neither of you were teasing the other. 

You both were so lost in your conversation that you didn’t realise how much time had passed before your phone’s flashlight suddenly turned off as your phone died. Taking this as a sign to go to bed, you started to put the dishes in the sink and before you could wish him good night, Esteban was proposing to walk you to your room since he was the only one with a light.

It felt strange to have him walk you to your door but his presence was calming and you were glad not to be walking in complete darkness alone. When you reached your door, you opened it before turning around to thank him and wish him good night but he seemed lost in his thoughts, wondering if he should speak up about something or not.

-“ Spit it out big boy, what do you want to say ?” 

-“ Come sleep with me.” he said calmly

-“ What ?” you uttered in complete shock

-“ I don’t mean that in a weird way. Your room seems way too cold to sleep in without catching something and I wouldn’t feel comfortable knowing you’re freezing alone when I know for a fact that my room is warmer.” 

-“ It’s not that bad, I just went on the balcony for a while and since I was scared to get locked out I let the door open a bit but it’ll warm up. There’s no need for us to sleep in the same room.” you tried, hoping he wouldn’t be as stubborn as he usually was

-“ Unless the electricity is back pretty soon, the temperature is going to keep dropping, y/n. The other rooms are on the first floor so they’re colder, otherwise I would have told you to go there but my room is the warmest, that’s just a fact.”

-“ I hate it when you’re right, let me just take my stuff and change.” you finally caved in, knowing you would definitely catch a cold if you stayed there

-“ Thank you, I promise you I won’t make it weird.” 

After changing into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, earning you a confused glance from Esteban, you followed him to his bedroom, noticing that it was in fact, warmer than yours. Esteban let you pick your side of the bed and quickly changed into his pyjamas. You hoped the light hadn’t hit your face when he did because despite not particularly liking him, you couldn’t deny that he had a very nice body. And a very nice smile that you mostly tried to ignore. 

Esteban didn’t say a thing when he settled under the covers and found the pillow barrier you had formed in the middle of the bed but he couldn’t help the snicker that escaped his mouth. Once you were both settled, Esteban turned off his flashlight and everything was suddenly dark and quiet. Every little noise seemed heightened and you couldn’t help but notice that Esteban was breathing a little fast. Deciding that you didn’t want to know why, you tried to focus on falling asleep but despite the duvet, you were a bit cold and it kept you awake and shivering.

-“ Are you asleep ?” Esteban whispered after a while

-“ No.” 

-“ Can I remove the pillow barrier ?” 

-“ Why ?” 

-“ It’s in my way.” he only said

-“ Sure, go on.” 

-“ Thanks. I think you should come closer too.” 

-“ Why would I want to do that ?” you answered a little harsher than you meant

-“ You’ve been shivering this whole time and groaning when if you just came closer you’d be warmer.” 

-“ ‘m not cold.” you lied, burying yourself under the covers

-“ Chérie, we’re sleeping on the same mattress, I can feel everytime you move so don’t lie.” 

-“ Maybe I’m a little bit cold but I don’t see how getting closer will help.” 

-“ Just get closer, I promise you you’ll be warmer.” 

-“ What will you do if I don’t ?” you dared him, feeling the atmosphere change

-“ You’re so stubborn sometimes, it’s almost endearing.” Esteban sighed before sneaking his arm around your waist and dragging you towards him, your back hitting his chest

-“ ESTEBAN !” you screeched before feeling the warmth emanating from him “ Oh.” 

-“ Told you so.” he just grinned

-“ You’re so annoying.” 

-“ Maybe but at least now you’re warm.” 

-“ Whatever, now let me sleep you abnormally warm lanky human.” 

-“ Lanky ? Me ?” Esteban exclaimed before adding “ I’d take tall but you must be blind if you think I’m lanky.” he muttered under his breath

-“ Stop bragging about your muscles baguette man, some of us aren’t blessed genetically or have to be ripped as a job.” you said, stifling a laugh

-“ So you think I’m hot ?” 

-“ Is that all you got from what I said ?” 

-“ No but that’s what I’ll remember.” 

-“ You’re insufferable. Don’t think about telling anyone about this, they won’t believe you anyway.” 

-“ I know but knowing you think I’m hot is enough. I get to tease you about it all I want now.” 

-“ I take back everything I said.” you muttered, earning a laugh from the Frenchman behind you

-“ Too late for that. You’re stuck with me now.” 

-“ I didn’t say I liked you, calm down.”

-“ I know but you’ve been smiling this whole time so I take it I’m on the right path.” 

-“ How do you know what face I’m making right now ? It's pitch black.” 

-“ You can hear it in your voice when you smile.” he simply explained

-“ Be careful, I might start thinking you actually fancy me or something, Esteban.” 

-“ Would that be so bad ?” he whispered making your heart race suddenly

-“ You don’t know what you’re saying, you must be too tired. We should sleep.” you blurted feeling your cheeks burning

-“ If that comforts you.” Esteban sighed, knowing he would have to work harder if he wanted you to believe him “Good night, y/n.”

-“ Good night, cheese man.” you answered, making him laugh. The both of you falling asleep with a smile on your face. 

When you woke up the next day, the sun was already up and so was Esteban, leaving an empty space in the bed next to you. Almost mechanically, you headed towards the bathroom, turning on the light as a habit but nothing happened. Groaning in response, you decided that the whole floor seemed quiet enough for you to use the bathroom with the door slightly opened. 

Once you were done, you headed downstairs to look for Esteban but it seemed like he was nowhere to be found either so you resorted to getting yourself something to eat in the kitchen in the meantime. You were pretty much stranded here so he would come back inside at some point.

Sitting at the dining table and looking outside, you suddenly noticed the man you had been looking for. Esteban was standing with a shovel in his hands, removing the snow from the terrace and what looked like a hot tub. When he raised his head and his eyes met yours, he simply smiled and waved before getting back to work, only coming back inside when he was done.

-“ Good morning, chérie.” he smiled, ruffling his hair after removing his beanie. “Did you sleep well ?” 

-“ I did, thank you. How long have you been shovelling snow for ?” 

-“ About an hour, I think.” 

-“ You did all that in an hour ?” 

-“ Well yeah, it’s not that much and it was that or actually doing cardio going up and down the stairs since the treadmill doesn’t work.” 

-“ When you put it like that…” you snickered

-“ Oh, I almost forgot.” Esteban exclaimed, getting his phone out “I managed to get some service a little further up the hill so I texted Lance.”

-“ What did he say ?”

-“ Well first off, the road still isn’t cleared so they won’t be here today either and that also means we can’t leave. Him, Julia, Mick and Laila are at Lance’s for now but they’ll join us as soon as the road is cleared.”

-“ Shit that really sucks. Do they have an idea of when they’re going to clear it ?” 

-“ Normally tomorrow if there’s nothing more urgent coming up.”

-“ Ok we can push you through one more day, that’s fine.” 

-“ I’m sorry chérie, I know you were really looking forward to seeing everyone.” 

-“ It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” 

-“ While we’re on bad news, Lance said the power outage is general in the entire area but they’re working on it so there’s nothing we can do about it. He said to go hangout in one of our cars to charge our phones and warm up if it was needed because he has no idea where the panel is anyway.” 

-“ Is there any good news ? Anything even remotely positive so I don’t voluntarily choke on some snow or freeze to death ?” 

-“ That’s quite dramatic but yes there is. First off, we’re staying for 3 more days since the first 3 aren’t spent all together.”

-“ You said ‘first off’ so does that mean there’s other good news ?” you asked, hopefully

-“ Lance remembered where they kept the camping stove so we’re going to be able to eat something warm which is pretty nice.” 

-“ Esteban.” you said seriously, grabbing his face between your hands, his cheeks getting a subtle shade of pink “Are you telling me that we can make instant coffee with it too ?” 

-“ If we have some then yeah.” 

-“ Oh my God, that’s the best news you’ve ever told me.” you exclaimed, spontaneously hugging him before taking a step back out of shock, your face all red “ Sorry, I didn’t know coffee made me this excited.”

-“ No apologies needed. I’ll get it out for you so you can have your coffee.” Esteban answered with his face just as red before escaping to the garage to look for the stove

After the hug incident, you tried to keep your distance with the Frenchman and entertained yourself as best as you could on your own. After reading half of the book you had wanted to last for the whole week, you caved in and decided to go see if Esteban wanted to play some board games. 

When you reached the living room, a delicious smell filled your nose and you quickly followed it to the kitchen, finding Esteban cooking something that looked like some sort of soup. He was so focused on what he was making that he didn’t notice you standing in the doorway watching him until he poured what he had made into two bowls and raised his head, ready to call you over for lunch. 

-“ Fuck, you scared me.” Esteban exclaimed with his hand over his heart

-“ Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You seemed busy so I didn’t want to bother you.” 

-“ Have you been standing there for long ?”

-“ Nah, I just came down to ask you something and followed the scent here. What did you make this time ?” 

-“ Onion soup. It’s nothing fancy but I figured we could use something to warm up a bit.” 

-“ If it tastes as good as it smells, I’m going to love it.” you reassured him before teasing “Be careful though, if I like it I might expect you to make it again and then you’ll just have to spend every minute of your free time cooking for me.” 

-“ Don’t threaten me with a good time, y/n.” Esteban retorqued before sliding one of the bowls over to you and sitting on the stool next to where you were standing

It was another meal spent talking about yourselves and getting to know each other better. You hated to admit it but everyone had been right, Esteban was a lovely guy. He was funny, kind and he paid attention to everything you rambled passionately about, even asking follow up questions, seeming genuinely interested in everything you told him. 

Maybe you didn’t entirely notice it but Esteban could definitely tell that you were warming up to him. You were sharing stories about your childhood, your college days and the more he learnt, the more he found to like.  Every time you laughed, you were slightly hunching over, your body getting closer to his and he swore he could feel his skin burn where your knees were touching. 

Convincing Esteban to play board games with you had been incredibly easy and the afternoon was spent in laughs and healthy competition, no matter what games you played. The whole afternoon had almost made you forget about the power outage but as the sun started setting down, reality caught up to you and just like the temperature outside was dropping, you could feel yourself getting colder. 

Not wanting to ruin the moment, you didn’t say anything. You’d soon be in complete darkness so you would have rather played games while being a little cold than having to move and waste some time when you could have been having fun. 

Despite your attempt at hiding it, Esteban saw you shivering and grabbed a blanket behind him on the couch before wrapping it around your shoulders. The gesture was so sweet and delicate, you couldn’t help but blush and look away from his face quickly which only made him smile warmly. Noticing him shivering too, you snuggled closer to him and wrapped the blanket over the two of you. 

The blanket wasn’t that big so you had to shuffle around a bit before finding a comfortable position where the both of you were covered by it. Esteban’s arm was around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him as your head rested comfortably on his shoulder. 

The game was long forgotten as you cuddled against each other, watching the sun disappear behind the snowy peaks in the orange sky. No one spoke before it finally turned dark until Esteban suddenly stood up and offered you his hand. Once you grabbed it, he guided you to your bedroom, telling you to grab some warm clothes and your phone charger before meeting him downstairs. 

When you met him in front of the door, Esteban had just came back inside and without another explanation, he asked you to put on your coat and your snow boots, waiting with a giddy smile. His enthusiasm was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile as you followed him outside to his car. He opened up the passenger door for you before running towards his side, almost slipping in the snow in the process. 

-“ Surprise !” he smiled, opening his arms towards the backseat where sat a blanket, some pillows, a bag full of snacks and what looked like Esteban’s laptop

-“ What’s all this ?”  

-“ Well I thought that instead of just waiting to get tired in this cold house we could have a little movie night and just head back in when we’re tired. You can totally go back inside and do your thing if you want to, I just thought this could be a nice way to make time pass.” Esteban admitted the last part with a shy smile

-“ It’s lovely Esteban, thank you.” 

-“ Really ? You like it ?” 

-“ Yeah of course, it’s really thoughtful. It almost makes me feel bad for not doing anything, you’ve cooked for me twice and planned this, I feel like I have to repay you somehow.” 

-“ Don’t worry about it, I like doing this for you. Plus it gives me an excuse to spend time with you.” 

-“ Since when do you need an excuse to do that ? No matter how much I pushed you away, you were always there.” 

-“ Yeah but it’s different now.” Esteban almost whispered, looking at his hands

-“ How ?”

-“ Well, you know I like you now…” 

-“ Oh, do I ?” you teased him with a grin, making him raise his head again to look at you with a knowing grin

-“ That’s what I was implying yesterday but I guess I can say it again now. I like you, y/n. Happy ?”

-“ Yes, very actually. Can we start the movie now ? I’m kinda hungry and I want to eat in front of it.” you smiled, nudging his shoulder with yours before climbing to the back seat, quickly followed by Esteban. 

As sweet as Esteban’s idea had been, the logistics of it hadn’t really been taken into account and settling comfortably on the backseat with a 6 foot 2 quite broad human wasn’t the easiest of tasks. Especially when you added a bag full of snacks and a laptop that had to be seen by the both of you. 

You had proposed to sit on the floor between the seats but Esteban had immediately refused, proposing to do it himself. Seeing him try to wrestle in the tight space had made the both of you laugh but you realised it was impossible for him to fit in such a confined space. 

In the end, the only way you managed to settle comfortably was by sitting on Esteban’s lap with your back to his chest as you two stretched your legs on the backseat. Esteban’s head was resting on a pillow propped on the window and your head was on his chest, feeling his breath slightly tickling the back of your head. 

Despite being sat in a car in the middle of nowhere in December, you felt quite warm tightly snuggled between the blanket and Esteban’s warm body. Soon enough, the movie you had put on and Esteban’s steady breathing became background noise and your eyes became more heavy as you drifted to sleep. 

Esteban realised it quickly when you didn’t laugh at one of the jokes and he tried his best to stay still and not make too much noise not to wake you. It seemed like the strange setting didn’t bother you at all as you turned around slightly and wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head against his chest in your sleep. Esteban stayed completely still for a few seconds before warming up to the contact and wrapping his arm around you in a hug.

Once the movie was over, Esteban debated if he should wake you immediately or wait for you to wake up naturally. Deciding that as comfortable as it felt right now, sleeping in this position would probably hurt your back or your neck, Esteban slowly dragged his hand up and down your arm, trying to wake you up. The only answer he got was a groan as you tried to hide your face in his chest.

-“ I know you’re comfy here but I promise you the bed is better chérie.” Esteban chuckled at your behaviour

-“ Don’t care. I don’t want to move, you’re very comfortable. And very warm.” you mumbled against him

-“ I promise you we can do that in bed too. It’ll be even more comfortable and you’ll be able to wrap yourself around me even more.” 

-“ Promise ?” 

-“ I promise you. But I can’t help you get ready to go out if you don’t move, I’m sorry sweetheart.” 

-“ Okay then, let’s go to bed, cheese man.” you declared before pushing yourself off his chest and staring at him for a second “Your face is really pretty. Has anyone ever told you that ?” 

-“ Not really, thank you though. Now come on you little koala, let’s get inside.”

Groaning one last time for principle only, you finally detached yourself from him and put your shoes and coat on, grabbing your phone who had been charging as Esteban gathered the rest of his stuff too. Since you still seemed a little asleep, he decided that leaving everything he had brought in the car would be safer if you needed to hold onto him while walking in the snow.

Esteban’s decision proved to be the right one as only a few steps out of the car, you slipped and almost fell, being caught by Esteban at the last second. The hand that had stopped you from falling a few seconds ago found yours and you slowly intertwined your fingers together, looking at Esteban intently. Your faces were close and the little clouds of smoke escaping your mouths were almost one. Looking through your lashes, you finally cut the silence.

-“ I really want to kiss you right now.” 

-“ I’m so glad you just said that.” Esteban smiled before smashing his lips onto yours

Your hands came to cup his cheeks as the kiss intensified and his settled on your hips, bringing you closer to him in the process. The kiss was strong and despite how fiercely you were kissing him back, you still found yourself slowly taking a few steps back until you hit the car, making you jump slightly. 

That seemed to put an end to the moment and as you separated from each other and realised what had happened, you couldn’t help but laugh, Esteban quickly joining you. The two of you stood in the cold, laughing until your cheeks were slightly stinging because of the cold and Esteban finally dragged you back inside. 

Lying into bed together felt different after the kiss and Esteban sat awkwardly on the bed for a second before you patted the spot next to you with a smile and he settled down next to you. As soon as Esteban stopped moving around, you got closer to him and wrapped yourself around him like you had done in the car, making sure he honoured his promise. 

This time, Esteban didn’t hesitate and his hands naturally went back around you, one arm around your waist and the other hand tracing patterns on your thighs, soothing you to sleep. Any other thoughts left your head and all you could think about was how good and warm sleeping like this felt. It seemed like Esteban felt the same as he fell asleep first, you joined him quickly after placing a soft kiss on his cheek. 

The next morning when you woke up, Esteban was still there, his arms wrapped around you like they were when you had fallen asleep a few hours ago. The sun was shining outside, softly illuminating the room and casting a yellow glow all over it. Enjoying the warmth of the moment, you closed your eyes for a second, stretching your limbs before raising your head to look at the boy beneath you, finding him already staring at you.

-“ Why are you staring at me like that ?” you laughed, softly brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead

-“ It’s not everyday I have a pretty girl all curled up against me, so I’m enjoying the view.” 

-“ Was that an attempt at flirting, Esteban ?” 

-“ I was just telling the truth, so take it like you want.” 

-“ I still can’t believe you like me.” you scoffed, hiding your face against his chest

-“ I thought I made it pretty obvious. At least obvious enough for Lance and Mick to realise it.” 

-“ Do you remember the first time we met ?” you asked, resting your head on the back of your hands

-“ Of course, I do. I made a terrible first impression.”

-“ Wasn’t your best moment, that’s for sure.” 

-“ I’m so sorry again. I know it was years ago but I don’t think I ever had the chance to apologise properly. I never meant to come off as mean and if I did, you didn’t deserve any of it.”

-“ I can’t be mad at you forever, can I ? Plus, how can I say no to such a pretty face.” you smiled, pinching his cheek

-“ You did not just pinch my cheek.” 

-“ I did, actually. What are you going to do about it ?” 

-“ You’re going to regret that.” Esteban laughed before his fingers went straight for your ribs, tickling you

You couldn’t help but screech and wiggle, quickly finding yourself sliding off Esteban to rest on the other side of the bed with the Frenchman hovering over your body, caging you between his elbows. Before he could resume his attack, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, catching him by surprise. 

-“ That’s so not fair.” Esteban grumbled, slightly pulling away from the kiss, his face only a few inches above yours

-“ What ?” 

-“ You can’t just kiss me whenever you want just to distract me and get what you want.” 

-“ Why ? It’s my favourite way to shut you up. Plus, it’s so fun to see you all flustered afterwards.” 

-“ I’m not flustered.” he denied, trying to sound convincing

-“ Your heart is beating really fast and your face is quite red, I wonder why that is…” 

-“ It’s just hot in here, that’s all.” 

-“ Oh well, if it’s hot I should probably get away from you a little so you can get some air.” you winked before trying to sneak away from under him

-“ No no, I didn’t say that. Stay here please” Esteban quickly said, wrapping his arms around your waist and shifting around so he was now laying on top of you 

-“ It’s not like I have a choice now anyway.” you laughed before settling your hands in his hair, playing with a few strands 

-“ Oh God. Don’t do that.” Esteban almost moaned at the feeling of your nails itching his scalp

-“ I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong ?” you quickly asked, removing your hands from his hair

-“ No, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant, please keep going. I just meant that if you do that I’m most definitely not moving for a long time.”

-“ That’s fine with me. I have one condition though.” you said, making his raise his head to look at you properly

-“ Sure, what is it ?” 

-“ Kiss me.”

-“ I definitely won’t say no to that.” Esteban laughed before complying and pressing his lips against you in an affectionate kiss

You spent a few minutes just kissing each other without a care in the world, too wrapped up in each other to notice anything around you. Like the power coming back or the distinct sound of two cars pulling up the road. So when the door to Esteban’s bedroom burst open and Julia literally screamed, the two of you separated from each other like teenagers who had just been caught making out by their parents. 

-“ There’s no way.” Julia said before sticking her head out in the hallway and yelling “Lance I owe you twenty dollars.” 

Before you could react to what she had just said, Lance arrived right behind your best friend, a bit confused.

-“ Why would you owe me– Oh. Hello to you two lovebirds.” Lance cheekily smiled, winking at Esteban who just hid his face against your chest as you felt his face grow hot

-“ Hello Lancelot.” you sarcastically smiled, knowing he hated the nickname “Could the two of you get out and close the door on your way out, please ? We were kinda having a moment before you came in and ruined it.” 

-“ Damn, happy to see you too girl.” Julia laughed before grabbing Lance’s hand and dragging away, adding something on her way out “I want all the details when you’re done kissing him, okay ?”

-“ Sure, now go please. I’d like to get back to what we were doing, thank you.” 

Once the door finally closed and you could hear Lance’s laugh getting further away, Esteban propped himself up on his elbows to look at you with a ginormous smile on his face.

-“ What ? I’m not sorry I kicked them out, I wasn’t done kissing you.” you replied seriously 

-“ You’re awesome.” Esteban just said before going back to kissing you, feeling you smile against his lips

Once you were finally ready to face the rest of the group, the two of you went downstairs. Before Esteban could shy away, you wrapped your hand in his and smiled sincerely as you entered the kitchen where everyone was standing, throwing out the food that had gone bad and refilling the fridge with fresh stuff. 

-“ Hey you two.” Mick smiled, tearing himself off Laila to plant a kiss on your cheek and give a hug to Esteban before going back to his spot as Laila did the same

-“ Are we going to mention the elephant in the room or…” Julia asked, making everyone laughed

-“ Esteban and I kiss now, what more is there to say ? If it bothers anyone, just deal with it because unless he doesn’t want to anymore, I’m not planning on stopping myself from kissing him.”

-“ No one has a problem with it, we’re happy for you.” Mick smiled as Laila nodded

-“ It was about time anyway.” Lance snorted, earning an elbow in the ribs from Esteban

-“ Can we stop talking about us, now ? I would like to have breakfast actually.” Esteban grumbled as his stomach made a loud noise

-“ I’m not done talking about it but go on, help yourself we brought doughnuts.” Julia motionned to the red Tim Hortons box on the kitchen counter “So are you guys dating now or what ?” 

-“ We haven’t really talked about it.” Esteban admitted between bites of his doughnut

-“ What are you waiting for mate ?” Lance said with a smile

-“ Esteban ?” you cut the conversation short and brought the attention back on you

-“ Yes ?” 

-“ Do you want to be my boyfriend ?” you asked seriously, making Mick snort at your bluntness

-“ I– Uhm… Yeah of course.” Esteban stuttered as his face flushed

-“ Great, thank you baby.” you smiled brightly, getting on your tippy-toes to plant a kiss on his cheek “Now we can move on to other subjects and enjoy this holiday normally.”

-“ Sure but I think you broke him.” Mick laughed, pointing at Esteban who was staring at you with his eyes wide opened, his hand touching the cheek you had just kissed

-“ He’ll get over it. Now come on, you said you’d show me the video of Gina’s new horse.” you motioned for Mick to follow you into the living room, leaving Julia, Lance and Esteban alone in the kitchen

Esteban stared into the void for a few more seconds before snapping back to reality and taking another back of his doughnut, ignoring the couple laughing at him as he made a cup of coffee for you and one for him. If you kept surprising him like that, he wasn’t sure he’d last the whole trip but at least he’d die a happy man with the girl he had pinned over for years finally in his arms.

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No More Plus One.

player: antoine griezmann words: 2.1k+ type: fluff request: Anto - fluff - up to 1000 words - Anto inviting her to the team's Christmas party "as a friend" bc he didn't have the balls to ask her to be his date but planning on telling her how he feels about her that night (word count whatever you think works best)

A/N: I love how I've gone over every one of these word approx in the form. whoops.

No matter where she is in the room, she can feel his eyes upon her. 

It wasn’t a given, but more times than not if anything came up which required a plus one and Antoine hadn’t wanted to bring one of his teammates or family, Antoine would invite her and she would invite him to events which were appropriate and wouldn’t lead to him being interrogated all evening or have the risk of photos being taken while he’s trying to enjoy himself. 

Because of this, she’s already incredibly friendly with the majority of his teammates and he also knew that he would trust any of the men in this room with her without feeling as though he needs to step in and rescue her from them in some way. There’s never been a reason for him to feel jealous as he watches her with other men, the way she holds onto them as she laughs or even towards his closest friends such as Koke or Rodrigo as they take her into their arms for any particular reason. He knows the look upon their face as they stare at her and he understands the way they’re drawn to her. She doesn’t simply slot into their life, she fits in as though she was the missing piece. 

And yet tonight there’s something simmering under the surface as he watches while she sits in deep conversation with José. he doesn’t want to put a label on it as the ugly green demon but it’s the closest emotion that he can directly pin this feeling on. The one that claws at his chest and makes every swallow feel as though it’s only feeding the lump that’s growing in his throat. Every little touch or some lingering look, no matter how innocent, is driving him crazy and has him reaching for his alcohol free drink because in order for him to do what he needs to do, he needs a clear head. 

He’s half listening to Rodrigo when Marcos approaches looking suave in his half suit, the suit jacket is probably hung over the back of his chair and the tie is no doubt scrunched up in a mess on the table. Just his presence alone has Antoine picking at his nails as a distraction. 

“Still single?” straight to the point. Antoine grits his teeth and shoots him a look. 

Rodri looks between the two men back and forth trying to figure out what is going on before he glances back towards her. “Why would you not…” he trails off as he continues to stare at her, the cogs turning for all to see. “Oh Griezmann,” he chuckles and scratches his cheek. “Oh Antoine.”

“Shut up,” he hisses and finishes his drink with a scowl. Rodri gives him a look that Antoine cannot work out. 

“Are you planning to tell her?” Marcos looks at Antoine when Rodrigo asks quietly, ensuring no-one else around them is privy. 

“I was considering speaking with her tonight.” he replies, lifting his thumb to his mouth and tears at the frayed edge he had created earlier. 

“What’s stopping you?” Marcos asks, tucking a hand into his pocket and swaying ever so slightly as he stares at his teammate, eyes fixed on the Frenchman. 

“She has common sense and says no. Not everyone wants to be with their best friend.” he reasons, voicing the doubts he’s had for the last few weeks as he’s debated doing this. Just saying it out loud makes his stomach turn. “Friendship is crucial to some and I could walk away without her at all.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever known you without her being in your life.” Rodrigo says.

“And I don’t want to think of her not being. I don’t know what to do for the best. Doing this could really fuck everything up.”

“Or it could also be one of the best things you ever do.” Marcos counters. 

Standing between the two of them, with his heart pounding fast and hard against his ribs, he stares off at her as she continues her conversation with Julián completely oblivious to the thoughts that are whirling in his mind. 

“Fuck it, I’m just going to be on edge otherwise.” he says and gives them a small nod before stepping out of their triangle and towards her. 

He catches snippets of conversations as he passes everyone, and each step feels heavier than the last as he’s now within hearing distance and the moment her eyes lock with his, he knows he can’t back down now. Her smile broadens, and she physically turns her body towards him while nodding and saying something in response to Julián.

“Gracing us with your presence again?” She quips with a slight smirk. 

“I thought it was about time, you’ve no doubt talked poor Juli’s ear off by now.”

“I honestly didn’t mind,” Julián holds his hands up and looks between them with a nervous laugh. 

“He doesn’t deny it.” He teases some more, knowing full well that it was Julián who was leading the conversation.

“Leave him alone,” she shakes her head, mouths an apology to the younger player and leads Antoine away. “I can’t take you anywhere.” She hooks her arm through his, hand resting on his forearm, fingertips laying casually near his wrist and he tries to ignore the urge to slip his hand into hers. 

“It’s a good thing that I brought you here then.” Despite the closeness of them, she still manages to pull her elbow out enough to jab him with it. 

“Thank you for bringing me though. It’s nice to see everyone in a…non-work but work environment I guess.” she says as they stand at the side of the room, close enough to still look to be part of it all, but far enough away to not be disturbed.

“Of course, it’s what we do. Though I do think it’s about time they just put your name down instead of just “plus extra guest.” I think it’s obvious who will be joining me.”

“Yeah, until you get a girlfriend.” she says, lips curving to try a smile but there’s no happiness in it and judging by the strain in it, it’s seconds away from being a grimace. “But I’ll make do for now, right?” She tries to make her voice bright but her expression doesn’t replicate it. 

“What’s with the face?” he tries to ask it casually, as though he hadn’t been hoping his wording would evoke a reaction like this one. There was no jealousy that he could see, but she definitely didn’t appear happy about even the thought of him dating. 

“There’s no face.” she replies and tries to force her expression into a better one but it’s too late. 

His brows furrow but he keeps his gaze on her. “There was a face. Does the idea of me having a girlfriend bother you?” When she says nothing, he watches the way she swallows and looks anywhere but at him. “We both know you’re the only one who will tolerate me anyway. History has shown that.” He adds the last part quietly, but it’s true nonetheless. 

“Your teammates tolerate you.”

“I didn’t mean teammates and you know that.”

“There’s female staff. A certain social media manager loves you.”

“None that I want to date though.” he tries to give her a small smile when she finally looks back at him but he’s not sure his cryptic messages are being deciphered properly. “Well.” he clears his throat and looks out across the room. “That’s not exactly true. There’s someone here that I like. I just haven’t grown the balls to tell them.” He gives a nervous chuckle and looks at her. 

“Do you want me to be your wingman Anto? Is that why I’m here? Sweeten the deal for you and sing your praises?” She tries to keep humour in her voice but it’s pained. 

He inhales deeply, to the point where he feels like his chest may explode from the volume of oxygen he’s just taken. There’s no good way to explain his feelings. Not in a way that doesn’t seem false or because she’s pushed him to this conclusion. “Out of interest, what would you say?”

“You’re an asshole.” she says and he grins. “I would say…” she pauses to consider her words, his gaze on her never faltering. “That you’re a good man. You’re funny..looking that is, not humorous. Kind. Fiercely loyal. You give good hugs. You can’t cook very well but it’s a good thing you have a chef who does it for you.” she chews the inside of her cheek as she thinks about what she wants to say next. “You care about the people around you. You’ll do anything to make them smile and happy. You prefer spending time with people rather than spending money on them but that’s not to say you’re cheap. You get regular baths, you’ve had your shots, and you’re house trained.” she tries her best at a joke which thankfully lands and makes him laugh loud enough to draw attention from others nearby. “I think you’d make a good boyfriend Antoine.”

“Just good? I’m wounded.”

“I haven’t dated you,” she smiles, “so I can’t give an opinion but I can give a glowing review as a friend. Like a good wingman.” she adds. 

“I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer then to get a glowing review as more than just a friend then.” he says finally and watches as her expression changes, her eyes widen and her lips part. She glances around, almost looking to see if this is a joke that she is not part of but certainly the butt of. 

“You don’t mean that,” she says, her mouth going dry. She can feel her heart pounding in her throat which only seems to worsen when she realises there’s no amusement on his face. “Anto.” she has no idea where she’s going with the start of the sentence and yet it stresses so much. 

“I can’t help it.”

“You can’t just say something like that if you don’t mean it.”

“I do though.” he says it quietly as nerves begin to eat at him. He clenches his jaw and she sees the muscle in his cheek twitch because of it. “I’ve been trying to squash the feeling because i didn’t think you felt the same and I’ve tried to ignore it and not bring up a conversation about it but I was looking at you tonight and there have been so many moments where I’ve just wanted to kiss you or just hold you in a way I can’t as a friend. And I realise you might not feel the same way and I’m risking everything by saying this but I just don’t want to keep lying to myself.” Antoine barely gives himself a moment to pause in case he won’t start again but it’s all out there now and he’s already hoping the floor would simply open up. 

“For how long?” she asks in a voice no more than a whisper. 

“Months. I haven’t wanted to ruin anything though.”

“Why now?”

“Because all I want for Christmas is you,” he says, forcing a cheesy grin onto his face as he delivers a joke to soften the tension. 

She turns away from the room, her back now facing where his teammates keep looking over to see how the conversation may be going, and looks at the man who has been her best friend for too long. “I’ve really wanted to kiss you too.”

“As a friend or…”

“Shut up and come here.” She rolls her eyes as she reaches forward and fills her hands with his shirt before pulling him towards her. Her eyes lock with his and all goofiness from moments ago has now gone. She only breaks eye contact to look at his lips as she lifts herself to brush her nose against his ever so slightly. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he shakes his head. “I’ve just put myself on the line there. No kisses until I hear you say it back.”

“I would love to be down as your girlfriend and not just a plus o-” she doesn’t have time to finish her sentence, his lips are already brushing against hers and even though she’s closing her eyes, she can feel the way he’s smiling against her lips. “Stop smiling.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.” he says it firmly and kisses her a little harder, holding her by the bottom of her back and cupping his hand at her head as he deepens the kiss to not allow her a moment to utter another word. Instead, Rodri can be heard shouting “FINALLY” above the music and the cheering mirrors her thoughts.

[dopscratch]

Spydad Excerpt

so a while ago i was just idk going wild over spydad and dadgineer and my tf2 headcanons and wrote this

idk if i will ever finish it but it doesn't seem right for it to just rot away in my docs

and yes i do have a LOT of headcanons for engie's family which i may share at a later date if the interest arises haha

i still absolutely love spydad and also extremely love dadgineer so this is certainly not the end

without further ado:

The Engineer prided himself on being able to solve practical problems, very efficiently with a copious amount of gun. He had a feeling this one would take a little more nuance.

---

Down in the dusty badlands of New Mexico, a Texan with a hard hat and oil-stained overalls offered his help to a rather taken aback Frenchman in a prohibitively expensive suit. It all started when a new man joined the team of mercenaries warring in the gravel pits two exorbitantly rich brothers were feuding over. Really, the new Scout was a kid, in his early twenties physically and even younger mentally. He adapted quickly to the job and his new coworkers. It certainly wasn't his first time he had worked as a trained killer, judging by the practiced ease he handled his weapons. The amount of gloating he did while slaughtering the enemy helped too. He fit right in with the rest of the questionably sane men, sharing that marked disregard for human life. However, the resident Engineer noticed something strange going on between the newcomer and the Spy. Usually, the masked infiltrator was distant and unseen on the battlefield, his only impact being the convenient disappearance of some enemy forces and the strategic destruction of a few buildings. Ever since the Scout joined, he seemed to be much more present and daring, stabbing backs in the frontlines much more frequently. In the Engineer's opinion, Spy had blocked far too many bullets cloaked in front of the young mercenary for it to be coincidental. The implications were so clear to him. Some might have called it an instinct, others may have chalked it up to excellent reasoning skills. Regardless, the assumption had planted itself deep in the Engineer's mind, and at a certain point just became fact.

"Say, son, how does it feel to work with someone you personally know?" The Engineer asked the Scout one day as they were getting ready to enter the battlefield.

"Eh? Whaddya on about, egghead?" The pure confusion from the Bostonian would have marked an embarrassing miscalculation on Engie's part if it weren't for the Spy, standing a couple feet behind the Scout, dropping his precious cigarette. Though he quickly wiped the look off of his face, it was enough. The kid didn't know.

"Ah, never mind. Musta spaced out for a second, mistook ya for someone else. Guess I'm gettin' old, huh?" The Engineer laughed good-naturedly and headed off for the gates, leaving the baffled Scout behind.

---

The Engineer was not done with this. Perhaps it was the sudden separation from his own kids, still a fresh wound even after months. In retrospect, he had no business in meddling with the two. Interpersonal relations strayed dangerously far from his area of expertise. In the moment though, he was not about to deny the kid the presence of a father who clearly still cared for him. So, he approached the Spy on that hot, dusty afternoon.

"Spy, I know we've got our differences, but I can't just stand here and watch that sad display you got goin' there between you and your son. If there's anythin' I can do, just say the word."

"What." Was all the normally eloquent Frenchman could muster in response. 

"Well, I'm a father myself, so I suppose I could give ya some pointers-"

"I don't think I need help from a man who was banned from seeing his own children," the Spy snapped back coldly.

"How didja know about that?" Even as the Engineer asked the question, he already knew the answer. Still, it was strange hearing it from someone else when he had put so much effort into separating his personal and work life.

"I am the Spy. It is my job. However, you are the Engineer. Your job is to make little toys to aid us in battle. So tell me, tinkerer, how did you know about me?" 

"Well..." He started, lifting a hand to adjust his helmet. "I noticed y'all been hangin' around a touch more ever since the kid joined..." The Spy raised an eyebrow.

"So you guessed. It was pure luck. Fascinating." The observation was nearly more sarcasm than accent, and Spy had a pretty heavy accent.

"I wouldn't say that," Engie quickly interjected, unwilling to take that blow to his ego. "I’d call it more of a... educated guess. A hypothesis, ya might say.”

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and unfortunately that's all i've got, but hope you enjoyed :)

[familyromantic]

For the challenge!

I wondered carefully on which ship to choose to share to you all, and made my mind on Catherine and Christopher. Not the Dollangangers, the Roachs, from a novel called Relations (also known as The Story of the Weasel, as Cathy thinks of Chris as being weasel like and the book is about him and their relationship). Their canonical relationship, by the way. Unlike the Dollangangers, this Cathy and Chris have a fully consensual relationship (albeit they do start to engage in sex at a way too young of an age), but they don't get a happy ending. At least not in the book, but that's why we have headcanon and post canon fics.

When I say they started their relationship at a very early age, I mean that Cathy was only 10, while Chris was still only 12. It all starts when they find their deceased father's porn collection. I don't think they could have truly known what they were seeing, but that didn't stop them from mimicking it.

“Christopher regarded me strangely, and moved in my direction. He told me to lie down on the floor. I obeyed unquestioningly. He looked at me darkly it seemed, with piercing clarity, for he knew the exact nature of my thoughts at that moment. I, of my own accord, removed my undergarments, and placed them beneath my head. I had a strange view of him thus; he seemed very tall from my lowly position on the floor. He seemed dominant with the red bulb glowing; but a slight nervousness hovered about his eyes. I smiled at him. He lay down on top of me, and put his member inside my body.”

When recalling this scene later, Cathy feels a “small throbbing in [her] private parts”, so even after all this time, she still gets turned on by the thought of her brother.

Around the same time Cathy and Chris started to experience sexually, their Mamma began to date Richard, the Frenchman. One day, when Cathy was eleven, Mamma has Cathy deliver a letter to the Frenchman and he has her try on a corset over her clothes, since she was too shy to remove them, and then gifts her a pair of white silk stockings. The next day, Chris returns the stocking to the Frenchman, telling him his sister has no need for such clothing.

The Frenchman is a pervert and Chris gets very concerned about his interest on Cathy. He gets jealous of it as her 'boyfriend' and protective as her brother.

When Cathy catches pneumonia, Chris helps to nurse her back to health and keeps her company while she lays in bed.

“The fever would not leave me. But nor did my brother. […] He held my head patiently and his eyes never shut in his vigil.” “I think now that Christopher and I half-died together in that terrible week, and afterwards, when the terror had passed, we were never quite the children we had been before.”

About an year goes by and Chris tells Cathy that they shouldn’t have sex anymore, and Cathy gets upset. He tells her that later, when she is grown up, she might come to regret their relationship, and he doesn’t wants that, which is why he is breaking it up. Cathy, however, hates that they were breaking up and is very hurt.

“‘I don’t think it’s right for us to do it - being brother and sister. I mean I’ve always known - or rather always felt more than known - that it wasn’t right.’ […] ‘No. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. It is better because we are brother and sister, because we really know each other; we are the same. I cannot see that it is bad.’”

We known from her narration at, even at an older age, Cathy never came to regret her relationship with Chris. In fact, she only gets married with someone else because Chris keeps pushing her away.

After the breakup, Chris moves to his uncle's farm in Cape Town to get far away from Cathy.

“I cannot imagine what I will do without you, Cath: I cannot imagine a day without your face, or your sweet companionship.  I do love you. But this must be for the best.”

Chris remains away for a long time, only returning after five years when Cathy was nineteen. They have a heartfelt conversation and, at night, after the rest of the house has gone to sleep, he visit’s Cathy’s room. She asks to cuddle with him until she falls asleep and he agrees, climbing into her bed. Just when they are kissing, their older brother, Edward (who I had neglected to mention until now) lunges into the room, catching them together. He explained that he had always suspected something, but it wasn’t until he had grown up that he understood the noises he heard coming from Chris and Cathy’s bedroom. He orders Chris out of the house and Cathy weeps, begging Chris to stay and denying to Edward that anything has happened.

Chris leaves as ordered and goes back to South Africa. Eventually, he enlists as a soldier at the Boer War. From the war front, he writes Cathy a letter, telling her that he still loves her. The book ends like this, with Chris in Cape Town and Cathy trapped in a unloving marriage.

But that doesn't stop me from creating scenarios in which Chris goes home to England as a war hero and and he and Cathy run away together. The story is set in 1900, back when it was easier to disappear and start again. Maybe after the war, Cathy goes looking for Chris and they get married in a land where no one knows they are siblings. They have loved each other their whole life, there's no reason to assume that they won't find their way back to each other.

A few more quotes that I want to include but I didn't know where to place them:

"I did not find it sinful; the closeness between my brother and me was a true joy; it sustained me in my darkest moments, and indeed still does to this day, though tempered with much sorrow now." "Because even on that day, which was the beginning of a singular relationship between my brother and I, even on that day there was a spiritual and love bond between us." “I would not be so oppressed if I could but feel that my past was wicked and scandalous. If I believed that, I could gladly submit to the institution or the grave. But some buoyant spirit within me keeps insisting that what I had was fine, and contained elements of true beauty hard to capture in any existence.” “The old house creaked and groaned, and in the darkness I only felt secure because I was close to my brother.”

Even if I don't win, I really appreciate the opportunity to talk about my favourite Chris and Cathy. No shade to the Dollangangers, but Chris and Cathy Roach are the better ones. Their story was left unfinished by the author, allowing us to make them whatever we want them to be. I love the angst on Chris's part, him being scared that he's taking advantage or corrupting his sister, while all that Cathy wants is to be with him.

It's a lovely book. The only reason I don't tell everyone to go read it is that it's very hard to find, as it has been out of print since forever (afaik, there has only been two prints of the book). There a few copies being sold on Amazon, so if you like incest books, try to grab one while you can.

XoXo, @litcest (since I can only send asks in my main blog)

Thank you for a good write-up as usual! I hate endings like this, and I certainly wish your interpretation of it was canon. Also, while they started their relationship early, there's no grooming or icky age gap, this I appreciate much.

[charlie-s-illusions]

CHARLES GANO -- al-khan al-azraq -- INSPIRATION

STATS:

full name: Charles Gano nickname: Charlie ( pronounced as French as possible to earn bonus points ) name meaning: Charles is a Germanic name meaning "man" chosen by his parents because of his father's love for Charles Dickens. Gano has many meanings, but for Charles family it is most likely linked to the French names Ganeau, Ganot, or Guéneau, having it's roots in the Germanic word wan meaning Hope. age & date of birth: 49 years old, January 11th gender & pronouns: cis-man, he/him ethnicity: fulani nationality: British & French passport born in PARIS, FRANCE last known residence BRIGHTON, UNITED KINGDOM family: Samba & Fatima Gano [ parents ], Reya Gano-Ayad [ ex-wife ], Farah & Yusra Gano [ children ] last known occupation: cardiothoracic surgeon

on the island since: after the hornet-pocalypse connected to: Akhila Asthana power: illusion

hair colour: dark brown eye colour: brown physicality: fit clothing style: reference later

KEY WORDS:

Illusions: capable of creating small illusions on objects and people. He mostly uses them on himself to create the illusion that he's more well-put together than he actually is. Hair and beard on point, clothes without any stains or damages, and no bags under his eyes.

Fever dream / Coma: Charles believes that he must've gone into a coma or has a fever dream. He really wanted to run away from his life - and problems - and instead his mind has conjured up some way to do this. He won't share this theory with anyone else, because he knows he'll just alienate people.

Accent: Despite having lived in the UK for more than half of his life, Charles has retained his French accent. Though more so because at home he spoke French and Arabic with his family, while as a child he spoke Fula and Arabic at home.

INTERVIEW:

“What is the last thing you remember before arriving on the island?”

Charlie took a deep breath in. The last week before he’d arrived on the island had been a blur, a chaos, a mess. He’d taken leave from work to settle his affairs and found that even with all the time left in the world to do so: he’d not done a single thing. Text messages to his parents had been left unsent, he’d prepared calls in his head that he’d never made, and told his father multiple times that he was just looking for the cheapest flight back to Paris. 

He should’ve done better. 

Not postponed anything. 

He’d told his ex-wife - who was demanding he sorted it out quickly because she was done taking calls from the Gano family - that he was distraught because his valued colleague Akhila Asthana had gone missing - despite that their last interaction hadn’t been under the best circumstances and that given that, he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d simply run off. That’s what he’d do. 

If he could.

Aside from tabs on incognito mode showing him flights to Paris, he’d also looked at flights to Aruba, Tribago & Trinidad, and Hawaii. 

“I was in my study,” he stated. “Just getting my finances in order, planning the upcoming holiday season, and thinking of gifts to bring back to my family in Paris.” He smiled warmly, said Paris like a true Frenchman and conjured up all the memories as he said it.

He almost couldn’t believe that he’d wanted to run away from his problems, and that instead the world had ensured it would happen.  

“Do you think you will be remembered or forgotten?”

“Ah mon ami, I have no decision on this myself. I will most definitely be remembered. My parents will make sure of this. If not than my colleagues and classmates,” Charlie made a gesture with his hands as he spoke, his expression warm and jovial. He feared that image would be a bit tainted once his parents realised that he’d spun a few lies. But that didn’t take away that he was a renowned Cardiothoracic Surgeon in Brighton, had two beautiful children - both on their way to finish their own Masters, one in London, the other in Madrid - and always came home for the holidays. 

Even if this time away wasn’t temporary - though Charlie very much believed it was: either a figment of his imagination while he was in a coma, or some odd fever dream like the stories his mother used to tell him - he was certain he’d left his life behind in order.

His children would be looked after - and they’d always been far more reliant on their mother than on him. His parents would be looked after - they were far too stubborn anyway to accept his help. His ex-wife would be fine - she had acted as if her new beau was merely a friend, but he knew her better than that. And his apartment was a rental, he’d never been very materialistic. 

He did worry a little for the last few patients he’d had before he took his time off. Planned operations that he feared wouldn’t be taken over by any other surgeon, given how bad the Health Care system had gotten since he’d started in his early twenties. 

But there was nothing he could do about it. 

Perhaps when he returned, he could do some extra shifts. He did plan on using his time on the island to relax. 

“What do you feel you could contribute to life on the island?”

“With my dear friend already here, what more could I pretend to offer that isn’t already offered. I will do the best that I can to help Akhila at the medical centre.” Though he feared Akhila would rather not have him there. “Or perhaps I could offer a hand with the mental health of the local population.” Should he not be welcome at the medical centre. He could not blame Akhila if she’d rather not see his face at all. 

Not after the last time they’d seen each other. He’d never been able to properly apologise - words were empty in Charlie’s opinion - for going along with Hannah’s rant and possibly doing far more damage than Akhila’s wife could do by herself. It was one thing for your wife to say the most vile things about you, quite another if your best friend also went along with it. 

At least, he’d always considered the two of them thick as thieves. 

He wasn’t sure if she ever thought the same, but his mother had always told him he could win anyone over with his smile. 

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[roadrcnner]

*     ◟    :    〔   elodie yung  ,      cis woman    +   she/her pronouns    〕      noor attal ,      some say you’re a  forty two  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  devoted  and  unravelling,  one can’t help but think of  you don't own me  by   leslie gore  when you walk by.    are you still     death, chaotic evil for the snake den / cleaner at the borderline hotel,     even with your reputation as  death?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and    the abandonment of innocence to hone one’s own depravity; anguish as a knife that you carry, you will use it to flay society from within; never leaving the side of the nothingness that bore you,    although we can’t help but think of  o ren ishii ( killbill vol. 1 ) + beverly ( dead ringers ) + elektra natchios ( marvel comics )    whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FULL NAME océane semmar noor attal.

AGE forty2.

DATE OF BIRTH november 16th.

PLACE OF BIRTH constantine, algeria.

ETHNICITY algerian-french.

NATIONALITY algerian.

GENDER/PRONOUNS cis woman, she/her.

ORIENTATION ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

LANGUAGES SPOKEN fluent in algerian arabic, beber, & french; conversational german, portugese & vulgar latin.

ACCENT frenchman gone too far abroad with some transatlantic notes; partially americanized, knows too many curse words.

BIOGRAPHY

tl;dr girl turned forgotten sympathy case makes mommy issues everyone elses problem.

cursed little end bringer, or so you've called yourself. let anyone else tell it and your arrival had only meant the end for those around you ⸻ except no one has lived to tell that tale, have they? the first thing you took from this world was your mother's sight: she couldn't look at you without also seeing the man she'd learn to hate most. the very man that in time, you too would come to take after. the first thing you learn however, is to love the ruin. for from even damnation could one be reborn. that's what you were isn't it? crafted anew, turned from the outside in and joined together in all the wrong places. the world has been upside down since you could last remember it.

you're thirteen and too tall for your own age when you matter for the first time. albeit you only matter because of what had happened to you; what little you had left pried from palms still starched with blood. you're face is a bludgeoned cell of pixels when you hit media res. it needn't matter that you're just a girl when it happens, nor how you begged for your mother as she pushed you away even in her last gasping moments. all that mattered was how your story could be sensationalized for those watching from the comfort of their homes. before you knew much of this world you knew how to give a good show.

you become a keen jester of your country's court: all you've allowed them to take from you was your name; the one your father gave you. they allow you to choose another, perhaps as a mercy and send you where all the other forgotten things go: to the bottom of the barrel. darling pawn, what do you do with yourself when no one is looking? as it turns out, you still bend & twist yourself out of shape; just not for them, not anymore. everything you've done since then has been in spite. they should have killed you when they had the chance. sure you've taken but you were just a child then ⸻ it was all you knew. but the world, the world has taken from you & you've been given no other choice but to make everyone else pay for its dues. you could have been good once but the grief hollowed you out and made you its gambit. now, you are death: both lighthouse and the sharp-toothed thing lurching in the dark. part mercy, part agony but all woman. and by god, you'll live the rest of your life ensuring that the world will not escape what it's done to others like you, not again.

HEADCANONS

little miss forgotten first 48 episode. her mother was k*lled and the case made the news the next day, she got a taste of global attention and hasn't lived it down since.

beholds the temperament of a senior-aged chihuahua: all bark & all bite.

works as a cleaner at the borderline partly as an in for recruitment. it's good to know where all of your favorite criminals like to lay their heads, you don't mind fluffing their pillows either.

fueled by vengeance and blinded by rage. at first she was heralded as a great disruptor but her efforts have been clouded since recently coming into any true power.

people took your name,  and more importantly,  your image and made a myth of you.  little had they known that even as you were physically intact,  you had never quite respooled yourself since then.  always a bit on edge,  and looking too guilty for your own good.

[jordandhallu]

WBA TITLE SHOT UP FOR GRABS AS DAN AZEEZ TAKES ON JOSHUA BUATSI AT WEMBLEY ARENA

This Saturday, Dan Azeez will look to set up a world light-heavyweight title shot with current WBA Champion, Dmitry Bivol as he looks to secure his 21st victory and retain his unbeaten record in a final eliminator for the world title.

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Billed as the “Battle of South London”, Lewisham born Azeez will have to defend his British and Commonwealth titles in an exciting ‘friend turned foe’ showdown with Croydon’s own, Joshua Buatsi.

Buatsi, who is 17-0 and ranked #1 in the WBA rankings ahead of #2 Azeez, also comes into this fight having never experienced defeat and will look to get one over someone he once called a “good friend”.

‘Super’ Dan Azeez goes into this fight having won his previous bout against Frenchman, Khalid Graidia in Italy. Four months prior to that, saw him win the EBU European light-heavyweight title against Thomas Faure, in his opponent's home country of France. Many applaud the 34-year-old for rising up the ranks the “old-fashioned way” by winning domestic and European titles before stepping up to world level and he has continued to grow his fanbase over the years for his humble personality and ‘Marvelous’ fight style, after his idol, Marvin Hagler.

Wembley arena is a location he is familiar with, having fought there twice previously in 2021 & 2022, winning both by TKO. Questions remain on if he can get the job done again against what will comfortably be his most testing fight of his career so far.

Buatsi is also coming off impressive victories over Ricards Bolotniks, Craig Richards and Pawel Stepien, winning the latter two fights by unanimous decision. Unlike his opponent, he is yet to fight at Wembley arena and was probably not expecting the contest to be there due to the cancellation of their previous date at the O2 Arena, where he would have fought for the 8th time in his professional career.

Originally scheduled for the 21st of October, this bout had to be cancelled and rescheduled due to an injury sustained in Dan Azeez’s back on fight week. It has been said by Dan that he knew about this injury before it was announced but Buatsi only found out days before the event was expected to take place. Conspiracies have circulated online, at how this could have been a ploy to allow Azeez more time to prepare, but he has since said that it is untrue.

Speaking to Sky Sports, Joshua Buatsi explained how despite his knowledge of Dan, he was sceptical about the conspiracies.

“What do I think about the whole thing? The truth is, I’m not sure. From what I know with Dan, I don’t think he’d come and say he’s injured if he’s not.

“Do I think Dan was injured? Maybe, who knows?”.

All this has done is create an unexpected tension between the two fighters who have confronted each other on a number of occasions on the lead up to Saturday.

Azeez and Buatsi know each other very well and have openly revealed that they have sparred many times in the past. They have also shared the same experience of holding the British title at different stages of their career, but it will be Buatsi who will be looking to reclaim the prize.

It’s evident that the mood has changed between the two men since the build up to their originally scheduled fight last year, now becoming more contempt with taking the other fighter’s ‘0’ in their undefeated record. Some have claimed that the newly found rivalry has come at the hands of the promotor after not being able to sell enough tickets, which is why they moved from the O2 Arena to a venue with a lower capacity. However, what is promised is that fans will be treated to an exciting dust up between two hard-working fighters that believe they should be world champions.

Regardless on their relationship with each other, it’s clear to see that they are keen to dispatch of their opponent on Saturday night and move on without any hard feelings.

The OVO arena in Wembley will also welcome rising star and EBU European Super-Lightweight Champion, Adam Azim as he attempts to defend his title for the first time against the experienced, Enock Poulson. Controversial Olympic silver medallist, Ben ‘The Surgeon’ Whittaker is another growingly familiar name that will grace North-West London as he aims to take his record to 6-0 since turning professional in 2022. Highly favoured to become the next best female fighter, ‘Sweet’ Caroline Dubois returns to the ring following her unanimous decision win over Magali Rodriguez as she defends her IBO lightweight title for the first time. Also making up the rest of the card for Saturday is Francesca Hennessy, daughter of former boxing promotor, Mick who will be looking to dance and dazzle her way to the third victory of her promising career as well as heavyweight, Jamie TKV who will try to bounce back from the first loss of his career in September 2023.

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[theundercoversquid]

Once burned, Twice shy

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Request: Can you do one for Pierre where he asks reader out but she decline since she is afraid of letting people in and love. But he continues to ask until reader gives in and let him take her on a date and later becomes her boyfriend 

Warnings: 

Part 2: Once burned, Twice shy pt2

Masterlist

It's incredible what an effect people have on you. Whether deliberate or accidental.

For you, the effect that they had on you was your fear of letting people in.

Your heart was locked away, and very few were allowed in.

The problem was a pesky Frenchman who was determined that you were going to let him in whether you wanted to or not.

Pierre was head over heels in love with you. And admittedly, you were head over heels for him too. The problem is just that you are too scared to let him in.

But Pierre was determined to tear down your walls and find himself a home in your heart.

Something he was doing with startling efficiency.

And Pierre showed you so many different ways that he cared. Everything from the big things to the little things. He memorised your coffee order, knew your favourite flowers and regularly bought some for you, and knew your birthday. But he also knew about your parents. And he knew their birthdays and things that were important to them.

Pierre knew you better than many of your friends. And he made it very hard to say no.

And it took your friend warning you that if you never went on a date with him, he would eventually move on. And that would hurt just as much, if not more, than trying to date him and breaking up.

So you decided to give it a go.

"Aren't you looking beautiful today, mon cherie?" Pierre asked one of his typical forms of greeting.

Rolling your eyes goodnatured at him, you ignored the compliment. "Good morning to you too, Pierre."

"How was your weekend, mon cherie?" Pierre question.

"Not that exciting without a race weekend." You answered honestly.

"You know what would make your non-race weekends more interesting?" Pierre questioned.

"What?" You asked. Knowing exactly where this was going.

"Going on a date with me?" Pierre told you. A cheeky look on his face.

"Okay." You nodded. The first time you ever had. The first few times he had asked you out you had been embarrassed and horrified. And then you started just ignoring them. But you had never said you.

"I'm sorry?" Pierre questioned, looking like the earth had dropped out from under him.

"I said that I would go on a date with you." You reminded Pierre.

Pierre just stood in front of you, frozen in place. The words 'Pierre.exe has stopped working' practically flashed over his forehead.

Starting to get worried that maybe Pierre asking you out was just a joke and that you had read far too much into this, you started to back away. Preparing to flee. Before you could actually get anywhere, Pierre lightly grabbed your arm.

"Do you mean it?" Pierre asked you. The most nervous you had ever heard him. "Are you really willing to go on a date with me?"

"yes." you nodded timidly. "There is less risk of getting my heart broken this way."

"Mon cheri." Pierre admonished. "I'm never going to break your heart. Because breaking your heart would break mine."

"I'm trusting you, Gasly," you warn the Frenchman before running away.

Not five minutes later, your phone pings with a message from him. Simply a time and date asking if you are free. Quickly scanning your calendar, you work out that you are free. Promising him that you will be there before putting your phone away.

Maybe this wouldn't end as badly as you were worried it would.