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norrizzandpia · 6 months

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i love your story’s but the way you write oscar and lando are amazing!!!!

okk so i have an idea where the reader is a f1 driver and is a rookie this year as well and her and oscar and have been teammates since karting they ended up going to boarding a school together as well so they are best friends but oscar’s always been in LOVE with her and she just always thought he thought of her as a sister so she never showed any romantic feelings but maybe everyone on the grid thought they were dating and they are at club or party after race and the reader is being flirted with a stranger and the grid notices thinking the two were together telling oscar who denies they are together but still goes over their and drags her out of the part and he gets jealous and admits his feelings maybe angrily admits them and the reader smiled and kissed him

lowkey could see the reader as a landos little sister if you wanted to add more of a story or drama :)

This was so fun to write 🤭 i hope y’all like it

Loving You in the Shadows (OP81)

Summary: They’ve been together for years. Well, they haven’t been together for years. Yet.

Warnings: language, angst, happy ending tho, lots of yearning and longing, sad Oscar

Note: hehehe have fun everyone!!!! Btw shes a long one so buckle up

Lando’s little sister was the first thing he and Oscar bonded over. Throughout the years, he had heard of the friend Y/n had made through karting and school. He was quite elated to hear she was having so much fun with this boy, silencing his worries over the Australian’s intentions. They had met a few times before Oscar officially became his teammate with Oscar having come over to the house multiple times during holidays. Nonetheless, when they were introduced as teammates, Lando took to truly getting to know Oscar.

Surprisingly, getting to know Oscar proved to be easy as all the Australian wanted to talk about was Lando’s little sister.

That was the first time Lando truly ever had an inkling Oscar felt more for Lando’s little sister than he let on. The nagging feeling was forced to the forefront of his brain when Oscar won his first podium and the first person he went to find in the crowd was the girl who had placed P5, his “best friend”. Watching them hug and Y/n shouting out how proud she was of him, Lando clocked the unfamiliar glint in Oscar’s eyes as he stared down at her. It was unlike anything he had ever seen and that image plagued his mind at all times of the day.

He pushed to know more about them, his sister having been decently private about their friendship to everyone. He would slip in small questions about their previous times together every once in a while, amassing information over time.

He learned just how close they grew when they lived one building from each other in school, Oscar making it a regular routine to spend most days over at her dorm as they did homework together. He began to observe her face as she reminisced on that part of their life together. A lazy, adoring smile on her face as she detailed the moment where Oscar had snuck out of his dorm to show up at hers and demand help on his English essay. She would laugh and shake her head as if she was right back there, experiencing the moment again.

Suddenly, he was getting whiplash, realizing his sister was wholly in love with his teammate.

Their interactions became clearer to him even though they were, on the surface, completely platonic. The way her hands would stay glued to her sides, physically trying to restrain herself from reaching out for him; the way he would hug her and hold on a millisecond too long, just enough to breathe her in the way he desperately wanted to, but not enough for it to raise eyebrows.

That was when he understood they were both in love with each oth- “Mate?”

Oscar’s voice filled his thoughts, shutting off the episode he was watching in his head.

Shaking his head, Lando looked up at his teammate standing over him, “What’s up?”

Oscar’s eyebrows pulled together, “The team’s been calling you for ages. They’re ready for us.”

Lando’s mouth formed an “o” shape, nodding vigorously as he checked his phone to see all the missed calls and texts.

“I know you’re usually late, but you seemed kind of far away when I found you. You okay?” Oscar asked, head turned to him as they began walking toward the film equipment.

Lando feigned innocence, “Mmm, yeah? I’m fine.”

Oscar shook his head, “If you say so.”

Their conversation ended there as they reached the woman interviewing them for a Sky Sports segment. The two sat in their chairs, looking expectantly at the presenter with the flashcards in her hands.

The red light glowed bright, a sign for them to reel themselves in and slide into their PR trained skins, “Hi, everyone! Welcome back to another Sky Sports interview. Today we welcome some of the most talked about drivers on the grid as of right now, Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris! Hi, boys!”

They nodded simultaneously, smiles prevalent on their faces. Their time with the woman was limited, so she flew into questions quickly. Gradually, they transitioned from topics such as their car and the expectations they hold for the rest of the season to more personal ones such as Y/n.

“So, you both have a pretty close relationship with another driver on the grid, Y/n Norris. Of course, Lando, she’s your sister and Oscar, your best friend. Has that proved to be difficult? Having to share that time with her on top of how busy all your schedules are?” The woman smiled, leaning her elbow on her knee as she searched for the “real answers” behind their eyes.

Lando coughed to cover up his scoff, slightly annoyed by such an insinuation. His little sister never had a problem with priorities and self-discipline. The three all understood that F1 took a pretty heavy emphasis on her schedule, but they also saw how much effort she put in to keep their relationships growing. They never had to “share” her because she was already balanced enough to see everyone.

By the time Lando calmed his annoyance and protectiveness, Oscar had taken the question.

“No, not at all. Having to share her has never and will never be a thing. She’s an incredibly smart person who is capable of managing her time and managing it well. She has proved time and time again that, even when F1 gets crazy, we still hold a place in her schedule. To think that Lando and I essentially fight for her attention is weird and completely untrue.”

The woman is taken aback by his firm answer, however Lando can see the wheels turn in her head as she calculates her next words, “You seem very close with her, Oscar.”

It’s as if he doesn’t understand her inference, his smile brightening as he speaks, “Yeah! Y/n and I have been friends for years. She and I made some great memories together during our karting days and especially our boarding school days.”

Again, he doesn’t seem to notice the way in which his words have communicated, the presenter’s eyes bulging as she smiles tightly, “Oh?”

“Yeah!” Lando’s shoulders sink as he watches his teammate get taken advantage of by the press, knowing everyone will be misconstruing and manipulating his words. His green eyes glaze over as the feelings of hopelessness overtake him. He wishes to protect his little sister’s oasis with Oscar as much as he can, yet he fails in this instance.

Nevertheless, the interview concludes and the two boys are sent on their way, chatting freely again.

It’s by pure coincidence that they run into Y/n, the girl running around the paddock manically. She runs straight into Oscar’s chest as they round a corner, his arms immediately wrapping around her at the movement. When it dawns on the two of them who have just interrupted their conversation, identical smiles fall on their faces. Smiles which hold two very different forms of love.

“Y/n!” Oscar says cheerfully, falling into their forced hug comfortably.

Lando murmurs a quick hello, going into observation mode as if it’s second nature. What his eyes catch this time is the same thing they always have: lovesick grins and barely there touches.

He nods along with whatever his sister spouts off, his mind elsewhere. Although, when he sees Oscar’s face fall at her information and his body flying around, running in the direction they just came from, he realizes it’s probably best to tune in.

“What’s going on?” He asks, concerned, whilst grabbing his sister’s arm and forcing her to stay long enough to clue him in.

Her chuckling makes the tension in his shoulders ease, “Oh, it’s just I lost that McLaren sweatshirt Oscar gave me with his number on it last year. I know it’s in the paddock somewhere because I showed up wearing it, but I can’t remember where I put it.”

Lando’s face scrunches, “Why do you have merch from another team? And why are you wearing it to a race where you’re working for another team?”

Her innocent smile equates to his heart crushing, her naivety getting the best of her, “Because Oscar got it for me and I want to support him. He’d do the same for me.”

He nods, not wanting to bring up the topic of Oscar having feelings for her again after they’d had it so many times before. All he does is scoff obnoxiously as she runs off after Oscar, yelling, “When are you going to wear one of my sweatshirts?!”

Her gleaming face catches his eyes, “Never! That’s what sisters are for!”

He laughs to himself, “That doesn’t make any sense!”

But, she’s too far to hear him and, in the distance, he sees her reach Oscar, her body crashing into his as she hugs him from the side. His arms coming around to squeeze her impossibly close, Lando wonders if they’ll ever realize what’s left unsaid.

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Dinner with the grid is always chaotic and tonight is no different. Every single driver in the 2023 season sits in a chair in the corner of a luxurious restaurant, a table so loud people have purposefully moved away. Their laughs echo off the walls and different conversations taking place from every part of the table announce their presence unlike anything else.

“Lando, I’ve always wondered how you felt when Oscar and Y/n told you they were together?” Charles’ giddy voice floats across the party, everyone clueing in to Lando’s answer whilst simultaneously keeping their chatter going.

It’s only when Oscar and Y/n deny their being together that the group falls incredibly silent.

“What?” Daniel asks in disbelief, eyes bulged and mouth agape as he stares at the two.

Lando shakes his head, not surprised in the least that his friends and coworkers believed in something so obvious.

“We aren’t together?” Y/n repeats, Oscar’s face heating up as he sinks slightly into his chair beside her.

Esteban slams his hands on the table as he gasps, slightly drunk, “Yes, you are!”

It’s when his sister stutters, at a loss for words, that Lando steps in, “They aren’t together, guys.”

Every driver aside from the two McLaren drivers and the one female driver sits frozen in their seats, minds reeling from the revelation.

“But,” Alex begins, “what about Y/n wearing Oscar’s number?” His eyes meet each driver, still stunned.

Y/n laughs, “It’s a joke!”

Lando sees the way Oscar’s eyes slowly trail up to stare at the side of her face. They’re drowning in sorrow and longing, the first time Lando’s ever seen him so openly yearn for her. It’s sobering, the turmoil Lando witnesses pass through his friend. He’s so inclined to stand up and yell at them for being so stupid all these years, but he’s so blatantly aware of the fact that they’ll never admit it until they’re absolutely pushed to their breaking point.

While Oscar seems to be reaching it, Lando knows him too well to understand that he’ll go farther, so determined to keep her in his life. The thought makes him down the rest of his beer, wishing greatly for something stronger.

The universe compliments his idea when the waiter comes by and drops the different checks.

“Let’s get to this club, yeah?” He yelps, everyone seemingly dropping the topic of Oscar and Y/n at the notion.

Whoops and hollers meet his ears as everyone throws down their credit cards, the excitement a deep contrast to the sunken face of his teammate.

—

“I’m going to go get another drink!” Y/n yells over the loud music, her words directed mostly toward her brother and best friend although the entire table picks up on it. If anything, Lando’s beat when it comes to the amount of protection held toward his sister. With her being the only woman on the grid, each driver took up a special kind of defensiveness when it came to her. Her age contributed to it greatly, her being slightly younger than Oscar and making her the youngest on the grid. They’re all careful with her, something Lando’s grateful for as time and time before have proven that when he’s not looking out for her, someone else is.

The group nods, Y/n smiling and chuckling at their synchronization and attentiveness to her whereabouts. Their eyes linger on her, making sure she makes it safely to the bar, but it’s fleeting once they become engrossed in their conversation again. Oscar’s gaze stays with her, something everyone else notices.

Max is the first one to call him out on the elephant in the room, “How are you guys not together?”

Oscar seems to think the champion is talking to something else, his entire face turned to the side as he watches the bartender not-so-discreetly look down her top.

Lando hits him on the arm and it’s enough to bring him back from the angry thoughts warring on in his mind, “Sorry, what?”

George presses just as Max is about to, “How are you two not together?”

Oscar shakes his head, “It’s never come up.”

Lando involuntarily lets out a noise of disagreement, all drivers turning to him. He gives Oscar a side glance, “Come on, mate. That’s not true.”

Immediately, Oscar gets defensive. His arms come up frustratedly as he scoffs, “It hasn’t!”

Carlos laughs slightly, “Hasn’t or you haven’t worked up the confidence to initiate it?”

Oscar groans, sitting back in the booth, and speaking quickly, “I don’t know what to tell you all here. We’ve been friends for years and the feelings I have for her mean shit. They always have and they always will. It’s not worth destroying the bond I already have with her trying to get a new one.”

Lewis’ response is instantaneous, “You sure?”

His comment would’ve gone ignored if his eyes hadn’t been looking off curiously into the party. Pairs of eyes follow his and Oscar’s heart drops at the sight they all collectively come to meet.

A random man lays a hand on Y/n’s waist as they lean on the bar beside them. She laughs at something he says and lays a hand on his bicep before utilizing the fact that he’s taller than her and giving him a look that would have any man falling to their knees. The drivers, except Oscar, tear their gaze away, giving each other minor glances that say way more than words could.

Even with all the noise around them, it’s quiet in their corner as they stare at Oscar, trying to anticipate his next move. Lando thinks he’s about to get about and dart over, claiming what’s always been his, but, at the last moment, the Australian whips his head back around and takes a sip of his drink, acting nonchalantly.

The group sighs, all giving up and going back to their side conversations. Oscar’s the only one to sit with himself, quietly, and Lando knows it’s because he’s trying so hard to restrain the last bit of self-control. He can practically see the battle going on within the walls of his head, recognizing that kind of self-doubt and sympathizing.

At some point, Oscar loses the battle he’s been fighting for years and abruptly stands from the table, jostling glasses as he runs through the crowd.

The rest of them nod, satisfied, and turn their heads away, feeling as if they need to give the two privacy for a moment that could either go perfectly right or horribly wrong.

When he reaches her, the flirting has gotten worse. Hands linger in places he’s wanted to touch for years and eyes stare at the lips he’s wanted to kiss for, what feels like, his entire life.

He sidles up to her as if he’s done it for so long, “Babe, what’s taking you so long?”

Her eyes meet his when she feels his hands circle around her waist, Oscar’s hands having pushed the other man’s away once he got there.

She gives him a quizzical look at the pet name before beginning, “Osc, what’s u-”

He extends his arm, interrupting her and setting his eyes on the stranger he loathes, “I’m Oscar. Y/n’s boyfriend.”

He can see out of his peripheral how her face contorts in mass amounts of confusion, “Wha-” She tries again, but it’s the other man that stops her this time.

“Boyfriend? Oh, my bad, mate, I didn’t know.” The guy says, truly remorseful for his “mistake” and it hits Oscar right in the chest. This man seems genuine and nice, everything Y/n deserves, yet he cannot physically bring himself to let anyone else know what she tastes like, feels like, loves like.

Even though he hasn’t experienced any of those things, he’s determined to.

—

The car ride is quiet as Oscar drives the two of them back to the hotel they’re staying at. After he pulled her away from the man, she had shut him out for the rest of the night, gluing herself to Lando. Her brother must have caught on because when it came to him driving her home, he bailed and forced her to get in Oscar’s car.

There was no further discussion, he shut her up with “I’m your big brother. You’re going to follow what I say.”

To say she was annoyed would be the biggest understatement of the year. She was close to fuming.

Oscar didn’t push her, not wanting to add fuel to the fire when he started it, so they sat in silence.

Uncomfortable silence. Something they had never experienced together.

When he pulled into the parking space in the structure, she flew out and slammed the door behind her.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” He concurred, eyes blurring as he stared at her retreating frame.

She stopped, turning around and staring at him from her side of the garage.

“Why?” She asked aggressively.

“Why what?” He asked back, standing by the trunk of his car.

She exhaled a loud breath and walked closer to him, “Why’d you interrupt me with that guy? Why’d you say you were my boyfriend?”

Suddenly, his confidence from earlier was fading and he began to retreat back to the safe excuses, “You looked uncomfortable.”

He walked away from her, keys clinking against the cards of his wallet before the sound of her rapid footsteps replaced it. Her small hand wrapped forcefully around his arm and turned him around.

What he found was a red Y/n, exhausted with anger, “I fucking wasn’t!”

He shrugged, acting indifferent, something he didn’t know hurt Y/n deeply, “Oh, sorry.”

He tried to turn around again, run away from her and this situation, but her hands pulled him back once more.

“Jesus, Y/n! Can you let me go to bed?” He exclaimed, annoyance with himself rather than annoyance with her. Though, she didn’t know that. The two were in the same situation yet so far apart: both in love with each other, but too engrossed in their own fears and insecurities to realize the pleading in the other’s eyes was the same swimming in theirs.

“No!” She yelled, hands flinging out by her sides, “Tell me why you said you were my boyfriend, Oscar!”

She was determined now, not deterred by his disagreeance, “Fuck, no, Y/n! It’s fucking nothing! Leave it alone!”

Her hands on his shoulders, she began shaking him lightly, “Why, Oscar?!”

Their yelling was bouncing off the concrete walls of the building. If anyone else was in it, they would be able to hear their long overdue argument clearly.

His mind closed in on itself, going haywire at the feelings of panic. He wasn’t ready to lose her, wasn’t ready to blurt out his feelings and have his whole world come crashing down around him. The friends held different determinations, the topics of which should have pushed them closer together, but continued to push them apart.

His eyes darted around as she yelled again, “Oscar! Why?!”

It was frantic and quick, his response, “YOU KNOW WHY!”

His loud yell had her coming back with the same amount of volume, both testing just how echoey the walls around them could be.

“NO, I FUCKING DON’T! I NEVER HAVE! WHY DID YOU DO THAT TONIGHT?”

“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU! FUCK, I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU AND IT’S EATEN ME ALIVE THIS WHOLE TIME! I’M SO FUCKING SICK OF LOVING YOU FROM THE SIDELINES AND WATCHING EVERY OTHER GUY BE LOVED BY YOU, SOMETHING THEY DON’T EVEN DESERVE, BY THE WAY! HELL, I DON’T EVEN FUCKING DESERVE IT, BUT I’M TOO IN LOVE WITH YOU TO THINK THAT WAY. I FUCKING LOVE YOU, Y/N.” He stopped to catch his breath, volume retreating back to a quiet whisper as he looked down at her, “I fucking love you.”

She stared back at him, hands still on his shoulders, with a shaking frame. Her mind lost all power as she smiled at him, immediately moving her hands closer to his neck and bringing his lips down to hers.

What he thought would be a rejection turned out to be something he had thought about for an ungodly amount of time. Her plush, soft lips met his in a tender way, slowly melding together.

There were only a few times in Oscar’s life where he became so overwhelmed with emotion, he broke out of his unbothered persona and showed the outside world the intense feelings he was experiencing.

This was one of those times.

He grabbed her waist as if it grounded him in such a heavy moment. They stood, huddled together, in the middle of the parking lot kissing each other with such certainty that it reaffirmed the inferences made by everyone else.

Their friends, families, co-workers were all right. Everyone was right.

That revelation sat in Oscar’s chest as he tangled his other hand in her hair and pushed her lips further into him. He had wasted so much time engrossed in his feelings for her, he had failed to see hers.

From the nights she spent staying up late because he wasn’t prepared for whatever test they had the next day to the times she would solely come over to his house to cook food because he hadn’t eaten anything for dinner and didn’t know how to cook it himself now held a different light. A light that was no longer shunned by the longing he had been distracted with. A light that exemplified her kind, loving demeanor, something so comforting it couldn’t ever possibly pass as platonic. A light that slapped him so hard across the face, woke him up so harshly, he found himself thinking back to all their times together and realizing that while he was yearning for her love, she was yearning all the same.

When they pulled away and he was met with her grin, the grin she had given multiple times before, his brain recognized how adoring it was.

Always adoring him, always loving him, right in front of him.

He sighed softly, “You love me.”

He stated it in disbelief, but she confirmed when she nodded softly, “Yes, I do.”

He kissed her softly again, “I’m sorry for how long it took me to realize.”

She shook her head, “It’s my fault all the same, Osc.”

He laughed and moved to pull her into him, hugging her. Their hug, however, felt different. Now, he could let his hands linger and wander freely. Now, she could breathe in his scent openly, committing it to memory.

Now, they could love each other in the way they wanted to.

Still, lonesome in the parking lot, he pulled away and smiled at her, “The one thing I’m not sorry for, though, is pulling you away from that guy.”

She laughed, a sound he could now outwardly call his favorite sound, “Me too, Osc. Me too.”

A/N: hope you liked it (and cried) 😚 also lmk if y’all want a pt 2 to this where Oscar and yn go public to Lando, the grid and the public and everyone’s like “ok… we knew it was going to happen anyway 🤨” bc i think that could be funny

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youkissedareaderinthedark · 5 months

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Mockingbird

Synopsis: Charles Leclerc as always been a family man, so it makes perfect sense to everyone when he chooses to adopt a child. Specifically, you.

adopted monegasque daughter reader x charles leclerc

A/N: for this one; charles will adopt y/n when he’s 28, for the most part, the grid will be the same as the 2023, everyone’s just older, and because charles’ relationships are unpredictable, he chooses to adopt and raise y/n mostly on his own.

. okay so

. again, charles has always wanted a family

. small, big, when he’s young, when he’s old

. doesn’t care, just wants a family

. specifically, a child

. but after many not-so serious and semi-serious relationships

. he realizes that he’ll have to wait a few years until he can have one of his own

. unless

. “what if I just adopt a child?”

. “I won’t have to wait any longer, I can just have one and raise them on my own terms”

. charles decides he likes this idea very much

. so he thinks it over and talks about it with his own family

. then after many conversations with his mother

. he visits a few adoption centers

. talks to a lot of social workers and child protective service workers

. finds one wide-eyed, adorable, 3 year old girl

. and falls absolutely in love

. the directors of the adoption center tell him all about you

. your birth parents, your story, your situation

. his heart was set

. the adoption process takes a few months

. so charles take that time to get ready for you

. but nothing could prepare him for the day the adoption agency called and told him you were his

. he swears it was the best day of his life

. he was beaming the entire drive to the adoption center with pascale

. had tears in his eyes when he finally got to hold you in his arms

. so then

. charles leclerc is a father

. the first two years of living with charles was definitely an experience

. you don’t remember much but he tells you how chaotic ages 3-5 were

. about how he basically lived with his mother in his childhood home for those years so she could help him take care of her granddaughter

. how much he loved getting to know you

. finding your favorite foods, toys, shows, ect

. how he loved teaching you his languages

. (he raises you in french, italian, and english, particularly in that order)

. how he cried when he dropped you off for day care and kindergarten the first time

. how he loved helping you know him

. like playing songs on his piano for you

. teaching you how to play different sports

. or watching old formula 1 races together

. speaking of formula 1

. you were raised racing

. charles bought you your first kart when you were six

. brought you to your first f1 race when you were five

. actually, charles had a love-hate relationship with bringing you to races with him during the early years of having you

. because on one hand

. there’s thousands of cameras around during a race weekend, and charles doesn’t want you televised 24/7

. and there’s also hundreds of people around him while he’s in the paddock, and he wants none of them near you

. it’s also hard to give you his full attention during race weekends

. which is something he always wants to do

. so he’s against the idea at first

. but on the other hand

. he can’t bear being apart from you for a few hours, nonetheless a few days or sometimes weeks

. and he knows you don’t really understand what’s going on, only that your dad puts on a red suit and drives a very fast car for a hour and half

. but he loves coming back to the garage to see you sitting with andrea, clad in ferrari merch and big headphones with a happy grin on your face

. it cheers him up no matter what happened on track

. and he knows he has lots of people willing to look out for you while he’s busy

. because you instantly became beloved by the grid the moment charles walked in with you in his arms

. who’s carlos sainz and pierre gasly?

. you only know uncle carlo and uncle pear

. uncle lew, uncle max, the list goes on

. although charles never lets you out of the ferrari garage

. his closest friends come in and visit you often

. sometimes because your dad asked, sometimes just because they want to

. also, speaking of max

. you met penelope during the winter break when you were five

. and even though she’s three years older than you

. she instantly became like your older sister

. and suddenly charles and max hang out a lot more often for the sake of their daughters

. anyway, the early years of living with charles were still chaotic, but he says that those years contain some of his favorite memories

. he loved watching you grow up

. sending you to primary school

. watching you kart on the same track he drove on when he was your age

. spending many afternoons at his mother’s house with his brothers

. (arthur and lorenzo are the best uncles by the way)

. watching you discover your own passions, whether that be racing or not

. traveling around the world with you, both to race and to explore

. watching you become independent, speaking up for yourself and what you believe in

. it all goes by very fast for charles

. and suddenly you’re a teenager

. by now charles is close to/about to retire

. so you don’t spend that much time in the paddock as a teenager

. but the times that you do are very fun

. instead of staying in charles’s team garage, you explore the paddock with penelope, who’s still an older sister to you

. you befriend all the newer drivers

. and hang out with whichever drivers are left from the grid when you first got adopted

. however, the drivers that charles has been friends with and have retired by now

. lewis, daniel, carlos, pierre, max, george, alex, lando

. you’ve formed your own big family with them and their kids

. because almost all of you live in monaco, you see each other often

. you guys go on vacations together when you don’t have school

. holidays on private beaches and expensive yachts

. or at booked-out ski resorts and mountain lodges

. you and penelope are the oldest, and are mostly in charge of looking after the youngest kids

. but you don’t mind, you love them

. it’s your own little f1 community

. but this is barely the beginning of having charles as a father

. he loves embarrassing you, for one

. at first glance, it might seem cool to have your dad come pick you up from school in a ferrari

. until he gets out in strangely pattered pants and a shirt that will never match

. “papa, do you not have anything else in your closet?”

. “what do you mean? you don’t like?”

. he says it keeps you humble

. you say he should just stay in the car next time

. charles does make sure you’re humble and grateful for everything you have

. but he doesn’t help by spoiling you to death

. you like something from the new gucci collection? it’s yours

. new dior bracelet you said is pretty? your birthday gift

. you think aruba looks nice? where do you think you two spend your next summer vacation

. “papa, when I said I wanted a break from school, I didn’t mean in italy”

. “but mon petit soleil, you are relaxed now, non? you’ll be back by monday, don’t worry”

. whether it be italy or not, wherever you go, charles tries to keep you as safe as possible

. he’s always been cautious of fans and paparazzi around you, no matter how old you are

. making sure you’re holding on to him when a crowd comes out from no where and gets too close for comfort

. keeping you by his side when there’s paparazzi around

. and doing whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe and happy at home/school/in the paddock

. anyway

. I could go on and on about being charles’ daughter

. but the point is that he loves you

. you’re y/n jules leclerc

. his petit soleil

. he couldn’t imagine his life without you

#reader insert #formula 1 #f1 grid x reader #formula 1 driver imagines #platonic f1 grid #f1 2023 grid x y/n #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x reader #dad!charles leclerc #daughter reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x daughter reader #charles leclerc x adopted daughter reader #leclerc!reader

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reqxxyt · 11 months

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turn back time

pairings: sergio p. x f!reader

warning: broken spanish (google translated because I felt insecure about my own spanish-), angst, timeline is messed up

wc: 3.3 k

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To say that you and Sergio were always close would be an understatement, growing up in Guadalajara together, your parents were always close, having been friends before themselves. The two pairs always predicted you two would get together more as a joke, but you would only make a grossed-out face hating the idea of ever being fond of anyone enough to marry them. But you were 5 back then, Sergio being 6 always finding an annoying way to brag about his age. But you didn’t pay any mind, just sticking your tongue out whenever he would mention it to further annoy you.

But as much as you pretended to be annoyed, you admired him as well, having been near front row seats to all of is karting races making sure to cheer on for him. Making sure that whenever he would win you would cheer the loudest, only chasing after him trying to get a hug out of him to celebrate but he was never much of a physical affection type of boy. It was the same pattern, you going to all of his races, him winning, and you chasing after him.

Until he left.

He was recognized, and you were happy he was. Having a shot at becoming big, you forced him to leave not wanting any part of your selfish greed screaming at you to not allow him to leave, in fear of losing your near only friend. At the age of 13, you saw him depart, finally being able to give him a hug as he left to join the Skip Barber series in the U.S. You would be lying if you said you weren’t jealous, but either way, you waved goodbye with a bright smile on your face only being returned a small frown by him as he headed off. You two stayed in touch, only hearing complaints from both sides of your parents about how much the two of you talked on the phone.

He would come for visits as well, and you attempted to show new things to him every time but after a while he just seemed to want to unwind.

“Deberias de venir a visitarme” you should come visit me. He would suggest, and true to yourself you were giddy, feeling your teenage heart flutter but you knew he was just attempting to be nice. After only a short conversation, Sergio finally felt comfortable about telling you his even longer departure “Voy a Europa el proximo año”

Again, you felt proud of him, he was one step closer to having the life he mumbled in his sleep about. But you couldn’t help a small frown tug on the corners of your lips as you tried your hardest to smile. He noticed your attempt and only frowned back, promising you he wouldn’t dare lose his friendship with you, you two just meant the world to each other and nothing could interfere with what you two held for each other.

“Ayudame con el ingles” help me with English. You said, trying to get your mind out of him having to leave soon and instead just talk. He smiled before getting himself comfortable on your bed, the two of you sitting on the edge facing one another

“Los basicos?” the basics? he simply asked. You shook your head, already having an idea of the basics considering they started to teach you that earlier in the school year.

“Ya se, hello, my name is” you couldn’t help the strong accent seeping through your voice only making you two giggle. You thought about more common phrases that you learned and through a sheepish smile, barely louder than a whisper “How was your day?”

“My day was good, I got to spend it with someone I like” he said, only a small smile, ears reddening but you shrugged it off not knowing half of what he said. English was hard. He knew you didn’t understand with your expression, still trying to dissect it only making him laugh at your focused face. “Mi día fue bien, lo tuve con una amiga” My day was good, I spent it with a friend. changing a few words to his liking. She only made a face of realization picking up the phrase quickly thinking when she could use it on someone else.

“como se dice te voy a extrañar,” you said, voice softening and he thought about it for a moment before replying back.

“I will miss you” his body leaned in but you stayed still. “Quieres que me quede?” would you like me to stay?

“No hay nada que pueda desear más” There's nothing I could want more. you said, finally noticing the close proximity. A flicker at each other's lips before suddenly, your door opened making you both turn as you subconsciously moved farther. It was your mother announcing dinner, you looked back at Sergio still a bit saddened, but faced back away as you headed down to the kitchen.

For the next couple of years, he traveled and got to the best of his ability, only having small time to chat with you weekly if you were lucky but you were grateful nonetheless. It was only until the Mexico City Grand Prix that you got to see him in his element. Now, being 20 you were able to travel on your own, pursuing your own journaling career. He immediately invited you to the race seeing as though he would love to see you after so long.

Your heart spun the second you spotted him, with a small smile on your face as you finally approached him. He jogged to you the second he spotted you, bringing you into the tightest embrace, feeling your heart pedal at his hold.

“Te extrañé mucho” I missed you so much. He replied with the same as you two separated. He asked you if it was okay to show you around and you fiercely nodded, ready to be toured around excited to see his new environment.

“Checo?” an unfamiliar voice asked entering the room that Sergio has just been finished explaining about. You two turned to a tannish curled guy in a red bull shirt. “I’m sorry, was I interrupting something?”

You stood silent as Sergio spoke for you, denying any suspensions. They talked for a while and while you did understand most of what they were saying, you still had trouble picking up other words.

“I’m Daniel” he finally got to introduce himself turning to you after their conversation. He sent you a toothy grin, hoping to make you feel comfortable noting your tense state and you sent him a small smile back,

“I’m y/n” you said, accepting his hand to shake, feeling your own body heat up from his close proximity. Sergio took notice of this, flickering his eyes in between you two trying to dismisse the small compliment Daniel had given to you about your name.

It was only until the end of the weekend when he found you talking to Daniel alone that he felt his own heartache. He composed himself enough to walk up to you, a signature small smile asking you what you thought about the race.

“It was great, you did amazing out there” you further complimented him, looking up at him with those dream eyes that had Sergios knees nearly give out. He could feel his own ego inflate at your compliment, only thanking you to mask it.

“Going to the party later?'' Daniel asked you, bringing bck your attention to him. You thought about it for a second before nodding with a ‘sure’. Daniel felt excited meanwhile the nerves on Sergio had gotten worse at the information that you wanted to go to a party with Daniel knowing where that would usually leave a girl by the end of the night.

Later that night, you were sent the address, already familiar with the place it didn’t take long for you to get there. You wore a tight black long-sleeve dress, comfortable enough for you to breathe and move in. You spotted the others the second you entered as they shot you a wave, gesturing you to come over.

“Is Sergio coming?” you asked, an innocent question that brought confused gazes from the others.

“He’s always with his girlfriend after a race” Daniel explained and you had to force yourself to not allow your face drop just letting out a simple ‘oh’. You thought you two were close enough to share personal things, like mentioning if either of you had been in a relationship but you guessed incorrectly.

Daniel handed you a shot and you quickly drank it not caring if the strong intake made your throat burn but rather how it made your body feel numb, blocking out all thoughts from your mind about the boy you thought you knew.

You danced the entire time, putting your attention on the curled boy that seemed to be infatuated with you. The farthest you ever went with him were lips grazing, not allowing you to take it a step further as you stepped back not sure why your mind blocked your body from furthering. You only apologized as you made your way outside, stumbling over with a headache as you tried your best to make yourself stable.

“Tas bien, y/n?” you okay, y/n? you heard the familiar voice making you sulk before turning to see him with a worried expression, finally taking notice of the girl he had linked arms with. Your heart dropped at her sympathetic look, not sure who exactly you were to her lover but knowing enough that it shows he cares.

No matter how much you wanted to tear up, feeling betrayed that not only he never told you but practically left you, you shook your head trying your hardest to blink the tears away, working enough to speak.

“I’m fine” was all you said, barely audible over the blaring music thanking whoever could hear that he wasn’t able to notice the tremble of your voice. He stepped forward making you stumble back, nearly causing you to trip over the stairs before you caught yourself on the railing. Sergio, not looking near convinced tried to offer his assistance but you shook your head, repeating the words from before “Estoy bien. Te veo la proxima” I’m fine, ill see you next time.

He only hummed allowing you to leave, feeling a tug of his shirt from his girlfriend yearning for his attention. He looked down at her, taking another glance at your figure as you tried calling a taxi before going inside with his attempt of replacing you.

In the next years that followed, Sergio was now in red bull. You found someone that you could settle for, having now been together for the last two years and you still cheered for your best friend on track. After a long season, you and your partner traveled to Austin in hopes to surprise your best friend, not the usual of cheering him from your home country but flying out instead.

Like always, you wore Sergio's merch while your boyfriend grew to be a fan of Ferrari. Opposites attract, they say. While you grew caring for your current boyfriend, without a doubt you still held a special place in your heart for the Mexican driver you grew up with in Guadalajara.

Your excitement shined as you practically skipped along to the stands, and linked hands with your boyfriend. Once you sat down at your seats for practice day, you took multiple pictures still feeling amazed at how much Sergio had gotten done in the last decade.

It was only on race day that you felt your entire body leaning in interest as you were silently praying for it to be a good day for Sergio and his car. You know how close Sergio and Max were to receiving the championship title, being almost neck and neck after every race.

“Mi amor, lean back you’ll hurt your neck like that” Your boyfriend worried state made you lose your gaze and concentration as you leaned back only taking a joke of the matter. You finally did realize how strained your neck was, trying to relax the tense muscle.

But in the end, Sergio won. Some cheered and others sighed heavily as your face beamed with excitement, hugging your boyfriend tightly nearly jumping around. After the entire celebration, you took a picture of the podium from the stands and sent it to Sergio with a text attached saying ‘congrats!’. It wasn’t long after the drivers left the podium standings that he texted you back with a shocked emoji saying ‘Come down to the paddock’.

“You sure you’re okay with me leaving?” your boyfriend asked and you only nodded seeing that he needed his rest for the night. He gave you a small kiss on the cheek before leaving you near the paddock entrance where Sergio had been seeming to have been waiting for you with a large grin.

You ran up to him, giving him the biggest hug you could muster up. You only felt your heart leap once, abnormal to the usual of seeing him.

He knew about your relationship, only feeling happy for you seeing you finally move on up until spotting you wearing his shirt. To you, it might have been just a sense of support but to Sergio, it meant the world. Even after so long, his heart wouldn't stop racing every time he would think about you, it got so bad that he broke up with his girlfriend from before seeing no point in a relationship if all he cared about was you. But he never told you.

“Como esta tu relacion?” how is your relationship? he asked after separating. You only shrugged not sure what to say but only ask the same question. After a bit of the inside of his cheek, debating whether to tell you, he let out a deep sigh saying “Nos seperamos” We separated.

Your frown showed, wanting to ask why but out of respect did nothing of the sort. You somehow ended up feeling a sort of guilt even if you believe to yourself it had nothing to do with you. More like you hoped it had nothing to do with you.

“y/n?” his voice softened as your eyes went to go meet his but your recognition of the sight in his eyes only frightened you. That same sad yet adoration state made you want to back up scared you knew where this was going. “Sería demasiado tarde para decirte que estoy enamorado de ti” is it too late to tell you I am in love with you?

Your stomach dropped at the words, swallowing whatever words you wanted to spill, wanting, no needing to not detroy your entire life.

“Ser-” you started but he stopped you, knowing this was only going to end up with him hurt in the end. If he could reverse time right at this moment he would. He took a step back, enough to where you could finally feel yourself breathing but still had your chest lifting you down.

“Perdon, no debería haber dicho eso, te veré la próxima vez.” I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I'll see you next time. he left with only your heart hung low and your head spinning. You returned to the hotel room, observing your sleeping boyfriend and only hearing his light snores. Tears unknowingly started streaming down and with the mix of his light snores were your small sniffles, trying to contain the noises that were exiting.

You didn’t talk to Sergio for a couple of weeks. You isolated yourself. Not just from him but everyone. All your thoughts were about him and memories showcased themselves every time you tried resting your eyes. Your boyfriend grew worried but you shrugged it off, only saying the simple hi and bye for work.

It wasn’t until the Mexico Citiy Grand Prix where your boyfriend finally brought up the topic of your former friend.

“You’re not going?” He was genuinely surprised with your choice, seeing as you’ve never missed one that was in Mexico. You just nodded again for the 100th time and he let the topic go. But that didn’t mean you wouldn't watch it, still wanting the best for him.

On race day, the two of you situated yourselves on the couch ready for the race to begin. You sat silent, in contrast with your regular bubbly personality when it came to race day. It was near the end of the race, your boyfriend fell asleep due to the lack of sleep last night and you stayed awake, allowing your boyfriend to lean against you while you brushed his hair.

Sergio got second that day. It was a disappointment to the Mexican fans but you were silently content with the position knowing how hard it is in itself to be on the podium from how much you’ve observed. You didn’t send him his usual congratulations message and wondered if he would even notice.

Sergio, while believing you wouldn’t come still hoped you did. He asked around about you only receiving shrugs or a simple no. He finally gave up looking, debating whether or not to text you. But he understood you needed space and respected you as he shut off his phone and went to celebrate his 1-2 win with Red Bull.

Sergio still goes to visit his family in Mexico and without a doubt questions about his life flooded, not only about racing but about you. He just told everyone he hadn’t seen you in a while, not specifying the reason as to why.

You were never one to break up with someone in fear of losing the memories that you created with the person, you always waited for the person to do the breaking up and you were sure that friendships were the same, except it came to your knowledge that you were the one who broke the friendship with Sergio and you felt terrible.

But you finally gathered the courage to send a simple message with a hi, asking how he’s been. Sergio almost immediately replied, “Fine, you?”. “Great, want to talk?”

You fiddled with your rings, taking on an extra anxious habit with your new engagement ring.

You already received information that Sergio had been in town from your parents, so you set up plans at a nearby restaurant. On the day, you debated whether to take off your ring and lay it on him easier but decided not to, needing to be the first to tell him.

The sight of your ring made Sergio’s own insides curl up, seeing the ruby pendant you’ve always wanted since you were younger, a special significance only you two know about. But he didn’t mention it, allowing you to be ready to explain it.

“He proposed only a week ago” your voice was soft, and while you would’ve much rather said it in a happier manner your heart tugged at the thought and his silent state. “I thought about saying no”

This made him well surprised, but already having known the outcome only made him all the more sadder.

Your lips trembled, “it should’ve been you. Our worlds just weren’t meant to be together”

He just nodded, following along to every word you said, wishing you were saying it to someone else because he hated being the receiver of the message. Your hands laid on the empty table, palms facing upward, inviting him to put his own on top of yours and he did, not being able to ignore the cold sting of the metal ring.

“Amigos?” friends? the small curve of your lips made his own purse at the thought but he would rather have you in his life as a friend than nothing at all.

“Amigos” friends.

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last christmas.

ln x fem!reader

hello. i got whamageddoned early this year and i’m okay with it bc ‘last christmas’ is a bop. felt inspired to write some sad shit. mixed feelings on this one but we move - no smut for once (who am i?). not much else to say really. lemme know what you think and happy holidays <3

warnings: ANGST! language, alcohol, bad boyfriend behaviour

3.8k words

based loosely on ‘last christmas’ by wham! (normal text = present) (bold & italics = song lyrics) (italics = flashback)

a crowded room, friends with tired eyes

i’m hiding from you and your soul of ice

it had to be one of the coldest winters to date, utterly freezing. the chill had sunk into your bones in early november and you hadn’t been able to shake it since. it was bitter, bordering on painful, left you shaking, but it didn’t compare to the plummeting temperature in the room when he walked in.

it was christmas eve and old traditions were dying hard. the norris household had always been decorated beautifully, warm and cosy and inviting, a highlight of your childhood. cisca and adam knew how to throw a party, your parents and your brothers attending their annual christmas parties since the very first one. your parents were close with the norris’s, as were you, sort of. well, you used to be.

you’d known lando since you were seven years old, when you’d weakly kicked his kart with all the strength you had. he’d beaten you in a race and his smug little face had pissed you off more than the loss. he’d just stood there, grimacing and narrowing his eyes in search of damage. there wasn’t any.

disdain grew into a close friendship as you both continued to compete, weekends spent dotted about the english countryside, moving from track to track. you gave it up, losing interest and seeing a different path for yourself. he never gave up and that’s why he was where he was now, sitting pretty in f1, and not with you.

things used to be fine. you stopped karting and he didn’t, but nothing changed. he was still your best friend and you were still his, but you were just kids. what did you know? nothing, apparently, because as the years went on and life got more complicated, the worst happened. feelings.

it was hard to judge who fell first, but you both fell, tumbling uncontrollably off the cliff and into the rocks below. it was torturous, your late teenage years spent wallowing in internalised angst and self pity, sharing longing glances that you both ignored afterwards.

looking back, it was better that way. the pain had been worth it, because at least you had him in your life. now, you had nothing, while the whole world and the prettiest woman you’d ever seen seemed to rest in the palm of his hand.

it felt a bit silly to be stood there watching him walk in, tugging the sleeve of your tight red dress anxiously. he looked so good that you felt a bit sick, suddenly flushed. the crisp, white dress shirt he wore seemed to wrap around his lean body perfectly, his tanned skin glowing. and her. god, her. she was perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world, or that’s how it felt in the moment, her hand wrapped around his bicep. they were the centre of attention, the happy couple, perfect together. you’d seen her on instagram, shamelessly stalking her page, pictures of them together in dubai, on yachts, in the paddock, making you cry alone in your apartment a million miles away. what the fuck were you doing here?

you turned your back to them quickly, the glass of red wine in your hand being quickly raised to your lips. it had been made for sipping, and so you gagged as you gulped it down in mouthfuls. you ignored the way your eyes stung and took a deep breath, searching for anyone in the crowd that would be able to distract you.

your parents were chatting away with lando’s and the last thing you needed was a grilling on romantic partners and your job from that group, especially since they all knew what you’d turned down last year. your brothers were talking animatedly with oli and savannah, little mila perched on your brothers hip. you wondered why no one could ever focus on his love life instead, he was clearly better suited to having one, the little girl taking to him so naturally. you quickly realised you were out of lifelines, not fancying striking up conversation with a stranger. you knew that you shouldn’t have come, avidly against attending until your mother practically dragged you kicking and screaming. you should have stayed in london, cold and alone and wallowing, because nothing could have been worse than this.

between shaky breaths, you made it to the drinks table, abandoning the stained wineglass in exchange of some far too expensive champagne, seeking comfort in the fact that it would do the job. you felt a familiar presence beside you, tensing up as you said a prayer. anyone but him, you begged. i’ll take her over him, anything. just not him. your shoulders slumped as you relaxed, the sight of max fewtrell doing everything to ease you. as soon as you clocked the sympathy in his eyes, you wondered if his arrival was the worst of them all.

“hey, you.” he spoke fondly, ruffling your hair.

“don’t be a prick, max.” you mumbled, smoothing out the mess he’d made. it didn’t matter really, there was no one here to look good for.

“someone’s in a mood.” he teased, opening his arms for a hug. you glared at him for a second before succumbing, having missed your friend.

max looked tired, the drive from london wearing him out. he was busy these days, everyone seemed to be. you were too, but it was different; you were miserable. you asked him how he’d been, watching as he spoke happily. new opportunities, new girlfriend, new scenery. you couldn’t even be jealous of him, because you knew that he deserved a bit of happiness.

“what about you? how’s it, uh, going?” his head tilted, the returns of that stupid sympathetic look dimming the spark in his eyes. you shrugged in response.

“oh, you know me. i’m muddling through.” you brushed the question off. “being back home is-“

“awful?” he cut you off, deadpan. you scoffed out a laugh. max always knew.

“you know how it is.” you smiled sadly, breaking eye contact.

“have you spoken to him?” max’s voice was gentle, but inquisitive nonetheless. you shook your head so strongly that you could practically feel your brain rattling around. “you should, you know. he misses you.”

you almost fell off your high heels at the laugh you let out, full body shaking with incredulity at max’s statement. he looked borderline uncomfortable as he plastered on a fake smile, as to not make you look quite so peculiar when people turned to see what was so funny.

“are you having a fucking laugh?” you gasped out, voice laced with the unhinged rage that you tried so hard to hide from everyone else.

“you and i both know i’m not.” max was firm, eyebrow raised. “you know how bad last year hurt him. it didn’t need to be like this.” max murmured, and suddenly it wasn’t funny anymore. it felt like you were being told off. maybe you deserved it.

“i did what i had to do. for both our sakes.” you reasoned, hating how desperate you sounded. desperate to prove that you’d made the right decision, to prove everyone else wrong.

max turned his back, opting to stand beside you instead of before you, the both of you now looking out across the room, instead of at each other. there they were, her pressed against his chest, laughing together as they danced. you felt bile rising in the back of your throat.

“and how’s that working out for you?” max’s question sent you straight back to hell.

a face on a lover with a fire in his heart

a man under cover, but you tore me apart

lando couldn’t help but stare, the gorgeous green dress you were wearing doing nothing to ease his heart rate as he watched you from across the room. you’d been driving him insane since he was fifteen, and at twenty one, the man could barely breathe in your presence.

you’d been there in abu dhabi, watched him finish off his best season yet, wrapping him a hug when the race didn’t exactly go his way and affirming that you’d never been so proud of him. he knew he was in love with you, but in that moment, he knew he had to tell you, because your pride in him was what made it all seem real. the years fighting for a place, the blood, sweat and tears, the different countries that kept you both apart. you made every accomplishment seem real, because your affection was what he craved more than anything at all.

he gave you as much of himself as he could when he was home, often failing to coax you out to attend races, so when christmas eve rolled around, he knew he had to take the biggest risk of his life so far. liquid courage seemed effective, so the champagne in his glass quickly disappeared, even though the taste made him ill. it was a small price to pay to be able to finally, finally tell you that all of his lucky stars resided in your eyes.

the first problem arose when he couldn’t stop throwing back glasses of champagne. his palms were sweating, anxiety wracking him and all his nerves, the glass being raised to his lips all too easily. the second problem arose when he couldn’t actually see you anymore, eyes scanning the room in panic. the panic overtook any other sense of fear that he felt; he had to find you. the third problem arose when he eventually did.

you were sat in the back garden on the patio, giggling to yourself, as wasted as he was. you smiled goofily when you saw him watching, arms outstretched. he moved to sit beside you in the cold air, and you leaned into him instantly. he froze, thawing out as soon as you looked up at him. all too easily, his arm was around your shoulder, keeping you close, warm.

“what are you laughing about, hmm?” lando asked, words sloshing together, subtlety enough that you didn’t notice. you let out another giggle in response.

“max gave me this. said we should,” you paused briefly, as if you were trying to carefully consider your words, your inebriation getting in the way. “said we should use it.” you pursed your lips, doe eyes boring into his. lando gulped.

twirling between your fingers was a sprig of mistletoe. max is a fucking bastard, lando thought. he stared down at your hands, watching the way you dropped the plant into your lap.

“and what did you tell him?” lando murmured, meeting your eyes again. his eyes were glossy, just like yours were, and he found himself strangely comfortable, at ease. more at ease than he’d been in years.

“told him that you probably don’t want to kiss me underneath the mistletoe.” your smile faltered ever so slightly but you kept up your teasing facade. he knew he had to go for it, now or never.

“you’re right, i don’t.” lando started, watching your eyebrows narrow, a flash of hurt striking your features that was invisible to the untrained eye. way to be blunt. “i don’t want our first kiss to be part of some tacky christmas tradition.”

he dipped his forehead down against yours, the alcohol leading the way as he waited for you to process his words, your lips parting in an ‘oh’ as it dawned on you.

“lando-“ you sounded panicked. he ignored it.

“can i?” he whispered, begging.

you broke free from under his arm, standing to your feet, wobbling as you scurried across the patio to create some distance.

“you can’t just- lando, we can’t. you can’t do that to me.” you were flustered, genuinely distraught.

“do what? let you know how i feel about you?” he tried to mask his the hurt in his voice but it was impossible.

“no. no! you can’t do that.”

“and why not? why can’t i?”

“because it’s not fair!”

once bitten, and twice shy

i keep my distance, but you still catch my eye

“because it’s not fair!”

your words from last year stabbed him through the heart as he walked in the room. her tight grip on his arm did nothing to stop his eyes from finding you instantly in the crowded room. he told himself that he hated you, sometimes, just to make it easier. it wasn’t true, no matter how much he wished it was, a fact made glaringly clear by the way his eyes hooked onto you in that dangerous red dress. how dare you turn up here like that? how dare you make him think about you when he was here with her?

lando was certain that you didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘fair’.

it was like a sickness, the way he constantly had an eye on you all evening. it was bittersweet, having you here. he was furious that you’d dare to come, but also the sight of you, a whole year on, seemed to take the weight off of his chest.

he watched you talk to max, curiosity taking over, but he barely had time to process the sight, a hand slipping into his.

“dance with me, baby.” he couldn’t say no to her, so he pulled her close and went along with it. he didn’t let you out of his sight, watching you from the corner of his eye as he swayed with her.

lando could feel your eyes on him, burning holes in his relationship. he felt undeniably uncomfortable, fake smile on his face while she whispered in his ear. the guilt wracked him. she’d been a distraction, a welcome one, and now it was serious. too serious. but at least it was easy, and he felt like he deserved easy, after what you’d put him through.

he didn’t get to watch you for long, your red dress trailing behind you as you stormed away from max, disappearing from lando’s view, empty glass discarded.

lando dropped her hands.

you hunched over the sink, letting the sobs ricochet off the walls. you’d tried to be quiet, breathe your way through it, but that seemed futile and you just let the tears take over, numbing you.

max was right. how was this working out for you? it wasn’t, not one bit. you had nothing, no one, and lando had it all, with someone that wasn’t you. you couldn’t blame him for moving on from you, you couldn’t blame him for your unhappiness, not when it was your own doing. you could have had everything with him that she did, and you’d thrown it down the drain.

a long, hard look in the mirror told you that your makeup was somewhat still in tact, the tears finally agreeing to a ceasefire. you were smart to have worn waterproof mascara, you knew it would come in handy. you ran your fingers through your hair, tidying yourself up, hands dragging down your sides to smooth out your dress. once you were sure you didn’t look like a train wreck, you took a deep breath, unlocking the door and peering into the hallway. you wished you’d stayed weeping in the small room.

there she fucking was. her.

her eyes locked on yours in the empty corridor, anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach. her face softened, an audible gulp signalling from the other woman. except she wasn’t the other woman, she was his only woman.

“i’m sorry, i can find another bathroom.” she murmured, her voice sugar and spice, angelic. she seemed nice. for fuck sake.

there was no way she didn’t know who you were, the way she seemed on edge, fiddling with the silver bracelet on her wrist. i bet he gave her that. you shook your head of the thought, stepping out into the hallway.

“oh, no, no. that’s fine, uh, sorry, here, um, i’ll just go.” you rambled, heels clacking awkwardly on the hardwood floor as you floundered your escape.

“wait! um, i hope that this isn’t hard for you.” she was sincere, so, so sincere, and it made you sick. why couldn’t she be the bitch you’d painted her out to be in your head?

“does he make you happy? is he happy?” you rushed the words out, embarrassed. say no. say no!

she just looked at you, head tilted. more fucking sympathy. it told you everything you needed to know. you nodded your head in forced understanding and turned on your heel.

now i know what a fool i’ve been,

but if you kiss me now i know you’d fool me again

“thought i might find you here.” he sounded the same. his voice warmed you up, but the deja vu hit and suddenly you were ice cold again. you were back on that damn patio and he’d found you once again.

“well, here i am.” you replied, sinking into the silence. you wrung your hands nervously, avoiding eye contact.

“didn’t think you’d come.” he was blunt, straightforward. it was better like that.

“you and me, both.” you laughed humourlessly, watching the way his shoulders slumped.

“how are you?” he asked softly, awkwardly. “you look beautiful.” he blurted.

“oh, just fantastic. heard you tried to grow a beard.” you bit back, as sarcastic as ever, hoping that he couldn’t see the blush spreading across your cheeks. it was nostalgic for him, and he would have smiled if it wasn’t for the sadness in your voice.

he couldn’t help but scoff, and you finally met his eyes at the sound, your own narrowing.

“if you’ve got something to say, then say it, lando.”

“it didn’t need to be like this.”

“don’t say that when your girlfriends on the other side of that wall.” you stood from the bench, gesturing at the house.

“it’s true, though. you know it is.” he didn’t take his eyes off of you, his entire focus honed in on you. you deserved it, this onslaught from him. the wound you’d caused clearly hadn’t healed.

“of course i do. it’s all my fault, i know it is.” you spoke desperately, voice breaking, laced with shame.

“do you miss me?” he stepped towards you, closing in.

“do you miss me?” you echoed. both questions were equally as unfair.

“i try not to. every day. but i know i shouldn’t, it’s pathetic.” his voice was raw with emotion, the very same way it had been last year, and your heart thudded inside its cage.

“why is it pathetic?” you whispered. he was close enough to hear you perfectly, now. your breath hitched.

“because you didn’t want me.”

“it’s not fair?” lando felt his eyebrows furrow, confused. what wasn’t fair?

“no it’s not.” you said quietly, voice wavering.

“what? what’s not fair?” he was confused, the alcohol and your caginess being a deadly combination.

“you being gone, me being here. c’mon, lando, it wouldn’t work.” you explained, eyes welling up with tears as you spoke. he had never imagined this conversation going so horribly wrong. he’d replayed what this moment would be like over and over and over again, and now that it was here, it was gut wrenching. it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“yes it could. if you want me, this, it could work.” he reasoned. he was firm, this was his only chance. he had to get you to listen to him.

you were quiet, unmoving in your spot across from him. he took another risk. what more was there to lose at this point? he closed the gap between you both slowly, inching closer and closer until your toes touched, and your chests bumped with every breath.

“stop me. if you don’t want me to do this, then stop me.” lando was clear, searching your eyes for any hesitation. your soft nod was enough to convince him to close the gap.

kissing you was relief. it was getting out of the car after a long race, coming home, winning a round of golf. it was sunshine, ethereal, something he’d happily do for the rest of his life. you kissed him back with the same enthusiasm, your hands in his hair, raking through the soft strands. one of his cupped your jaw, deepening the kiss, while the other rested comfortably on your waist.

your hands slid from his hair down his neck and to his chest. he sighed in content, lost in you, until a soft force pressed against his chest. you’d broken away, stumbling backwards, away from him.

“lando…”

“don’t do it.” he looked down, feeling his own eyes begin to water. he’d blame it on the bitter, bitter cold.

“it won’t work. i don’t,” you inhaled shakily. “i don’t want this.”

“you don’t want me?” lando practically whimpered, the same way a puppy would if you kicked it.

“i don’t want this.”

now I've found a real love

you'll never fool me again

“go back inside. go on. go back to her.” it had started to snow, frozen rain falling in chilling globs.

“is that what you really want?”

“god, lando. no. are you happy now? no, i don’t want that. i don’t want to watch you walk away. it fucking hurts.” you were crying now, the tears flowing freely.

“then don’t let me.” he looked like he would cry too, and you wouldn’t blame him. your entire relationship had built up to this moment.

“this is ridiculous. you’re with her. and i can’t watch you leave me every week. call me selfish but i can’t. i won’t.”

“then come with me. you could have always just come with me!” his voice was raised now, getting progressively higher in his aggravation.

“and uproot everything, my whole life, to follow you? lando, you don’t get it. i’ll hate you if i have to leave my life behind, and i can’t face that.”

“what do you want from me? i’ve given you options, i’ve told you what i want, something i know you want too, and yet you continue with this deflective bullshit.”

“just go back inside.” you were prepared to get on your hands and knees and beg him to go.

“i’m not doing this again. i’m not having this conversation with you ever again.” his eyes began to water and you squeezed your eyes shut. he looked broken, disheveled, pristine shirt wrinkled.

“good.” it came out emotionless.

“do us both a favour and don’t come next year.”

and with that, he left, just like you’d begged him to, your body turning into ice, veins burning as you froze. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he walked away, forever, as the snow buried you in his back garden.

you grieved him, right there, stood in the very spot that he’d kissed you the year prior. you’d never really be gone and neither would he, too intertwined and hopeless. you gasped out a sob, a cry of heartbreak, your very own christmas carol ringing out into the darkness.

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moviecritc · 10 days

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part 1, from the start ⋆ oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x driver!oc (named Margo Castello)

tropes: childhood friends to lovers

summary: some videos of margo's camera before and after stopping being friends with oscar

warnings: none

a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling.

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part 1 of the from the start series

VIDEO FILES OF MARGO'S CAMERA

2017

"Are you really going to record this?" Oscar said, with a smirk, as he answered his phone.

"Hell yeah, of course! They're going to tell you if we're going to Formula 4 together, damn it!" Margo said, though she couldn't be seen as she was behind the camera, focusing on Oscar very close to his face with a smirk.

Oscar put a finger to his lips for her to be quiet and answered the call to be told that yes, he would be in the British Formula 4 along with Marguerite.

She let out a high-pitched scream and jumped a couple of times before leaving the camera on the table to go hug Oscar with so much force that she almost knocked him over.

"See? I told you, I told you you'd come with me!" she exclaimed, hitting him a little.

"Looks like I still can't get rid of you" he joked, with a smirk before hugging her again.

She widened her smile and then looked at him. "You have to call your mom right now."

"Right!" he jumped and went straight to the phone. He exchanged a few words with his mother and then moved the phone away from his ear, extending it to Margo. "She wants to talk to you."

She laughed and took the phone.

"How are you, Nicole?"

"Fine, fine. I just wanted to congratulate you too for getting into the category, although you already knew it a long time ago," Nicole said, with a sweet voice. Now it was Oscar who had picked up the camera and was focusing on Margo. "I'm annoyed I can't be there with you, but rest assured that both your mother and I will come see you at the races!"

Margo laughed a bit and nodded. "Great, Nicole. Thank you very much, really."

They said goodbye and she returned the phone to Oscar.

"I love your mom so much, Os. I don't understand how such a fantastic and amazing woman gave birth to a dork like you."

Oscar crossed his arms and became completely serious. He went to the fridge in the student flat they were living in at the time in London, while juggling races with the end of the school year. There were Physics and Mathematics papers scattered all over the counter.

"How's the Wednesday exam going?" Margo asked, sitting at the table.

He took out a jug of water and poured two glasses, handing one to Margo.

"I'll probably fail it,"

"Me too," she nodded. "But hey, we're going to be famous drivers, so I don't care about not knowing arithmetic."

They chuckled and Margo noticed that the camera was still focusing on them with the red light on. She grabbed it immediately.

"Are you still recording? Damn it, Oscar, you're going to drain the battery-"

2019

"Oscar Piastriiii is finally here! Formula 3 champion!" Margo shouted from behind the camera. She zoomed in until she was close to Oscar's face, as she used to do. "But smile a bit, come on! You're the damn Formula 3 champion!"

"Wooo!" exclaimed Jezebel Sütten. She, along with Logan Sargeant, had become very good friends with the other two guys, also along with Ollie Bearman and Marta García, with whom they had been coinciding since their karting years.

The four of them were celebrating that Oscar had finished first, with Logan third. Margo had finished sixth and Zel ninth, but they couldn't be happier for their friends. Although there were many more people around, the four of them had secluded themselves on the terrace because none of them were big fans of crowds, although Margo occasionally had bouts of extroversion, as had just happened.

She handed the camera to Zel and grabbed a glass of champagne before drinking it all.

"Oscar! Come dance with me, come on," Margo pulled him a bit and Oscar couldn't refuse.

They danced for a while, but it wasn't until a slow song that Zel decided to focus on them with the camera. Before starting to dance, they looked at each other, expectant that one of them would refuse. They were friends, but were they that close? It turned out they were, because they started dancing. Oscar placed his hand slightly above Margo's waist, so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable. She ended up resting her head on Oscar's shoulder as they swayed.

It could be seen from the camera that they said something to each other, although it was impossible to capture because they were too far away.

2019

"Well, here's a new video blog of our trip to New York," Margo spoke after setting up the camera. "It's our last day in New York, now we're going to Los Angeles. But first! We're going to take a walk around Brooklyn and then we're going to see a musical."

"Hello!" greeted Zel, making her way to the camera. "Logan says they're ready."

"You talk a lot with Logan now" Margo squinted her eyes and grabbed the camera.

"Let's go, come on. Oscar will worry about you later," She handed it back, with a mischievous smile as Margo looked at her angrily.

The camera cut and switched to a scene where Margo placed the camera on some shelf and the four of them posed for the video, which Margo would later edit and take a photo.

2023

Margo had just won her last race, proclaiming herself the winner of that Formula 2 season. She was on the podium and from below her mother was recording her almost on the verge of tears because her girl had finally made it.

She had had an almost perfect season, winning nine races with PREMA Racing. She celebrated the 1-2 she had achieved with Ollie on the Yas Marina podium and went running to find her mother. But just before reaching her, she was asked for an interview.

"Margo, how do you feel about being the first woman to win this championship?" the man asked.

"I'm very, very happy. I still can't believe it. It's been a challenging season, with very good rivals, and I'm very proud to have exceeded all expectations. Thank you ᅳShe made a gesture to keep walking, but the journalist asked her another question.

"It's been a while since we've seen you with Oscar Piastri, do you think you'll celebrate the victory together? Do you think he'll congratulate you?"

Margo stared at him for a few seconds, trying to find some sort of acceptable answer. She had minimal training for interviews, and that question caught her off guard, what did Oscar have to do with her victory? Her agent quickly appeared, taking her away from there and leaving.

#from the start #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x oc #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #op81 #racing #rachel zegler #logan sargeant #noraverse 🫧

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br1ghtestlight · 8 months

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Have i asked about your tinimmy headcannons yet?

Also bestie how have you been? This is a Lil check up hehe >:)

🏡

i dont think so hello!!! im doing okay i get to go clothes shopping for fall tomorrow bcuz its getting colder out and i own exactly one pair of long pants atm. so im excited for that. other than that im depressed but not in a sad way just in a meh way

they played together a lot when they were kids :D mostly bcuz tina didnt have any other friends and she was the only person who didnt mind jimmy junior's random dance breaks (which was very bad but she thought was amazing) but they played together during recess and after school :) neither bob nor pesto liked this but their wives were like stop being assholes this isnt about ur stupid rivalry they are five years old

tina and jimmy jr get cast as juliet and romeo in the shakesphere play for english class and both of them give it 110% (tina bcuz she relates to the romance aspect of juliet and jimmy jr bcuz he relates to the going against the family aspect of romeo) they both end up getting an A+ and make the teacher cry with their performances

tina was the first person outside his family that jimmy jr told about his parents getting a divorce. she found him crying during recess in like third grade and he told her everything. one of the only times tina has seen him genuinely cry (he tries to act tough around her most of the time)

they've already agreed to go to prom together AND made an agreement that if they've both single at 30 they'll get married. later in high school they make an amendment that if one of them discovers they arent straight they don't HAVE to get married but they still have to go to prom together as friends

once tina forgot to bring a jacket to school when it was cold & rainy and she was outside at recess shivering and miserable and jimmy jr offered her his jacket so she wouldn't be cold <3 very simple gesture but she will never let him forget it and calls it the most romantic thing he's ever done for her

jimmy jr really does care and worry about tina A LOT whenever she trips or hurts herself at school (which is a lot knowing tina) he's always the first person to ask if she's okay or if she needs to go to the nurse. he's always worried abt her bcuz she's pretty clumsy even if he acts cold and uncaring

they are VERY competitive when playing any type of game together like put them in a room with mario kart 8 and they become sworn enemies. they almost killed each other over a game of monopoly

their first date was in fifth grade. their class was going on a field trip to wonder wharf but jimmy jr and tina snuck off from everybody else & held hands and jimmy jr bought her cotton candy <3 they still like hanging out there sometimes although its hard not to bring their siblings along so it isnt really a date at that point

when people make fun of tina behind her back at school (usually tammy and jocelyn) jimmy jr will NEVER go along with it even if they broke up or they're fighting bcuz thats still his friend and he doesnt want to be mean to her. he will defend her if it comes down to it but usually they just stop when he doesn't laugh or he says "that isnt cool guys"

they like passing each other little notes during class with doodles or hearts or whatever and tina keeps them all in a special box in her bedroom. jimmy jr probably forgets about 90% of them but he saved a few too

jimmy jr and tina have never missed each other's birthday since they were in kindergarten :) all the way until they graduate high school they go every single year even if they arent really talking or they're dating other people and they always invite each other. the closest they ever got to missing one was when jimmy jr's dad didnt let him attend her 13th birthday but he made it in the end hehe

#could be platonic or romantic doesnt really make a difference #THEY ARE BESTIES!!!!! i will die on his hill #ask #bob's burgers #headcanons

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gibbysupremeacyisreal · 2 years

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

' When I cannot find my words, I can always find you, and there they are. '

- JS Parker. Fluff :)

(a/n) for niki im doing completely platonic! so its more of a niki as ur bestfriend:) ( not requested lolz) also stream bad dog by hyunA

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 - you will definitely get sunghooned. like all the time. HELP. - counting his moles :,) - trying ( and failing ) to teach you how to ice skate - sends you edits of himself that he found on his fyp 😈 - the only time he tries to speak english is when he tells a dad joke :,) - ^ expects you to laugh at EVERY single one of his jokes - always calls you before he goes on as a mc so you can calm his nerves

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 - saying slay after everything you do - "pAsS mE a ForK." "what?..." - giving you fashion advice because "he's a pro!" - making 😐 face when you tell a bad joke (won't even fake laugh) - making eachother playlists 😫 - " sTrEaM pAsS tHe mIc" - holding on to your waist any time your in a 2 foot radius 💀

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 - OUTDOOR DATES!! amusement parks, zoos, river walks literally anything - ^ hold ur waist or hand so other ppl know ur dating 😭 - smushing his cheeks so he looks like a squirrel :,) - kiss attacks when either one of you are being stubborn - tries to cook for you but doesn't do very well (its the thought that counts...) - will help you with literally anything you ask (chores, work, cooking) - randomly hugging you and telling you how much he loves you

𝐉𝐀𝐘 - kisses every single stretch mark, scar or mole you have, telling you how perfect you are the whole time - krisses you💀 (getcha getcha ya ya ta ta 😋🕺💃) - making breakfast for you every morning and waking you up by bringing it to you in bed - can't fall asleep without you - showering together to "save water" - gets food delivered to you when he's on tour or at the studio :) - gets ready for the day with you (brushing your teeth, getting dressed)

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 - asking to help you do your makeup (ends up making you look like even more of a clown (I'm sorry)) - combing your fingers through his hair and closing his eyes and jus enjoying it - introducing you to his family really early on - nervous laughing when you say I love you or show affection (ends up loving it and reciprocating.) - ft-ing when he's on tour so you can just see eachothers faces - helping you through any insecurities you have :) - playing Mario kart together:,) (DEFINITELY let's you win its NOT because he's bad... ;)

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 - ft-ing you everytime he eats so you can make sure he finishes his food - likes ranting to you since he's the leader he feels like he has a lot of pressure on him - ni-ki calling you guys his parents 😭 - ^ the members definitely shipped you guys before you started dating - LOVES picnics with you ! trying to be romantic and feed you but end up choking on ur food from laughter 💀 - taking cringey ass couple pictures - album recommendations! albums he think you'd like or that remind him of you

𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈 - switching between languages to talk shit💀 - sending reaction memes to break awkward silence - teaches you kpop dances and then goes '😐' when you mess up - "I'm famous 😩💅" "no one asked" - being brutally honest about everything - gives you his photocard and tells you "to treasure it or else" - having the absolute STUPIDEST nicknames for eachother 😭 (Nicki Minaj 💀)

#enhyphen x reader #enhypen #sunoo #niki #sunghoon #kpop #kpop imagines #jay enhypen #jake enhypen #enha #enha x reader #enhyphen fluff

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protags-fic-blog · 1 year

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Do you have any other headcanons about the guys from Amnesia? Can be any kind of headcanons at all, I’m not picky. I’m just happy to see someone talking about it :)

Holy moly!! I’ve actually never gotten an ask before, I’m so happy!! Seriously, I thought I was seeing things when I had a red dot on the inbox, and just about squealed when i read this. If you have more to ask about, headcanons, x readers, ships, go ahead!! I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one left in the fandom :)

Some of the headcanons had a bit of a theme to them, if you can't tell, but I tried to be a little bit varied. Also, these are assuming good ending. (I've also not played Later or Crowd, so if there are contradictions,,, whoopsie)

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Shin

Toma had a Wii as a child but Shin was the better player.

Once, they were getting so invested in the Wii Sports tennis match that Shin pretty much shoved Toma out of the way. The MC obviously freaked. After that, they were only allowed to play sit down games together

Shin still did his best to show off. He would also deliberately target Toma and the MC in Mario Kart.

He owned a GBA as a kid though. He’s got a soft spot for Pokémon. He was not happy when Mawile became steel/fairy, and was even more unhappy when MC said it suits him.

He actually doesn't mind study dates. Does he study? No. But he does like being close with a reason other than his own teasing.

Toma

He makes decisions without thinking a lot, and then makes up reasons for it later. Aka, he gives in a lot to his more... possessive impulses.

He tries to pretend like he's sOoo mAture but if he gets less than 6 hours of sleep he will start to lose it... hence his route.

Does not have a fully developed frontal lobe. Will probably get it a few years after he should.

Tying back to earlier, the only game Toma could beat Shin in was Mario Party... only because Shin had shit luck.

He liked Animal Crossing. If he played New Horizons today though, he would gate in villagers he doesn't like, and move his favorite (or the MC if they play together) next to him

Kent

THE ONLY ONE WITH A FULLY DEVELOPED FRONTAL LOBE!!

he just doesn't always know how to use it

he's still working on the dating thing, but the MC has received a lot of cakes. who doesn't like cake? probably the MC at this point

for the trip to London, he let the MC buy him a trench coat

he is found more than once trying to sew a belt on to it

his english does get better over time, but he tries to use a London accent. It's bad. Nobody has the guts to tell him.

Ikki

he's very dramatic about everything he does

he would be the one to keep up with trends the most

even if it's from the MC, he doesn't like getting compliments about his eyes

moisturizes the most.

His hair isn't natural. But he thinks that it makes him look cooler. He naturally has black hair. He's gone through heavy bleaching to get it that way. He had a phase when he had some ombre going on. He doesn't show photos from that phase

Ukyo

he's camera shy!! it's adorable, he'll get really flustered if you turn his own cameras on him

he has a lot of photos of the MC. like, a lot. she doesn't even try to stop him at this point

he takes a lot of walks with the MC. he learned to like the outdoors after spending so much time out there.

he's also very devoted to things he loves. Not just the MC, but give him a present that he loves, he will cherish it for the rest of his life.

would probably take a week to build a small lego set. he just wants everything to be perfect

probably knows about twilight (2008)

the most worldly out of all of them. can speak english (without a bad accent. cough cough kent cough)

he spirals easily, whether that be related to an interest/hobby or mental health

#amnesia memories #shin amnesia #toma amnesia #kent amnesia #ikki amnesia #ukyo amnesia #requests #protag-writes #ask #headcanons

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charleslebatman · 11 months

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i think Alexandra is just super overhelmed with all the attetion charles gets at these social events and with all the attetion she's suddenly getting. I don't think she was ready to all of this and maybe they should have waited a little more before become a public couple.

For me, she is just trying to navigate this new situation and its being very hard for her. Thats why she giving "mixed signals", she doesnt know what to do. I think we should give her some time to adjust.

Even if she wants and craves all the benefits that comes with being a wag like some people say (i dont think that is really the case, but right now its a useless discusion and only time will tell), it can be TOO MUCH sometimes. Especially because she is dating >Charles< (the 'il predestinato', the golden boy), and with all the hate she is getting online since the very begining.

Idk maybe im just projecting cause im, in some ways, very similar to what we have been seeing of her in the most of social situations, so i think i get her. Even when i'm with people i'm confortable with sometimes i just want to run and hide because its just too much, and i feel like its her case too.

In the golf kart video, you can see she's nervous and literally shrinks and look down the minute she notices the people filming them, like she is trying to make herself invisible.So, yeah, she looks very unconfortable in some of these videos but with all the people around, and not exactly with Charles.

And the fact that she's always walking behind him and whatever - she's just letting he do his thing. he's working, he's the guest, he's the center of the attention, people want meet him, talk to him, etc. She's trying giving him and all this people space they need, and thats cool. If she was glued to his side all the fucking time people would say even more shit about her behavior.

(sorry about my english, its not my first language)

Don’t worry for you english, bestie.

And all you said is true. It’s just these two, together, Charles never seems so distant and detached with his gf. It’s what especially me and others are questioning.

If things would be more relaxed, soft and chill. I’m thinking I could really liked her. But all this odd things are just 😵‍💫

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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BJTM Headcanons

copy and pasted from my ramblings on discord between my friend and i so they may not make sense, i don't care. enjoy!!

first, a joke that's not really a joke. iykyk

Charles: What are your pronouns Beej: What's a pronoun? Delia: Indicative but not exclusive to your gender identity Beej: Stop swearing at me Delia: Can we refer to you as they/them? Beej: But my name is… well I can't say it but you all know it. Charles: Lydia, what are Mr. Juice's pronouns? Lydia: Oh, I use He/Him for him, he doesn't really care though

He/they beej all the way, nonbinary king. he's a demon for one, and also just doesn't actually care what people call him as long as they see him, also also he will wear whatever he wants, it's all just clothing to him. in my brain beej is like "idfk what a pronoun is and i am NOT about to learn" and then, post!musical rambling ahead: so like, if beej comes back after the events of the musical, and like, yknow, they all talk and apologies go around bc no one is really w/o fault even if beej went on a little hissy-fit and almost killed them all (and was killed in return), i like to imagine they struggle w/ what to call him bc hearing his name said by breathers is like a physical tugging in his chest, and it's not painful, persay, but it's uncomfortable and attention-grabbing. And I'm sure he doesn't really want people calling him Lawrence for a few reasons (only Juno calls him that, for one, and also he doesn't look like a Lawrence), and while Lydia would have no problem calling him BJ, im sure others have their reservations bc.... the other thing that stands for LMAO so yeah, he goes by like, Beej, BJ, Beetle, Bug, Mr. Juice (when Charles is really annoyed and/or is one of his rare times of teasing the demon), B-Man (by himself), etc and only when they're out in public where other people can see him is he ever called Lawrence because he's kind of under the cover of being Lydia's older brother who came home from college, and no one really wants to explain what Beej/BJ stands for

also, he's not great at spelling in english, the rules change too much for him to keep up and also he never really cared, and he's not the best reader out there, but he's pretty fucking good with history (hey, he lived through it!), and also math, surprisingly to everyone, including himself. He wants to be good with science but the last time he thought about it they hadn't even come up with the Big Bang theory so he's… a little out of the loop. ((he's fluent in Death and in whatever language demons use, though, but it doesn't exactly translate to english, hence why he spells his name Beetlejuice when it's supposed to be Betelgeuse like the star. i imagine he's pretty good w/ like, Olde English because that's what it was when he was learning it, but it's been modernized and he's just like "fuck it spelling correctly is for chumps and grandmas anyway")) also isnt that sad? he's named after the second brightest star in Orion's belt, meaning the self-proclaimed "Ghost with the Most" will never be the best

oh another thing, beej sometimes repeats things in 3s, as kind of a callback to his curse (his name being said three times), autistic/adhd swag makin me repeat shit i say multiple times sometimes and i am totally not projecting, and also because echolalia is a bitch that i too deal with. Lydia does it too, but only once or twice, and the two sometimes get stuck in an increasingly amusing feedback loop of repeating the same dumb word back and forth until one of them snaps out of it basically once delia walked in on Beej and Lydia playing mario-kart, repeating, "bababooie" back and forth and had been doing so for 10 minutes, and continued to do so for another 5 before Delia stepped in and got their attention beej and lydia BOTH got that autistic swag, sue me. also beej probably also has ADHD but i may or may not be projecting on that front <3 idk i just like to think that beej and lydia are both just unapologetically autistic together and when people try to be rude about it to one of them the other is like "i'll literally fucking kill you and no one will ever find the body <3"

oh and i personally will be using 'beetlejuice' as the spelling for his name except in very certain circumstances (ie someone uses his true name for any reason and/or when things are being spoken about in demon tongue. i like to think beej personally butchered the spelling bc he KNEW it would piss his mom off and he was right because it DID piss her off to high heaven)

#Veej's Rambles #beetlejuice the musical #lydia deetz #beetlejuice #betelgeuse

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Hi love, congrats on 1k!!! I was wondering if you could do a kiss from a vampire for F1 and the NHL.

I am an ISTP majoring in mechanical engineering. I was born and raised in Italy but moved to the United States to go to college. I speak Italian, French, English, Spanish, and am currently learning Dutch. In my free time, I like to read and create some sort of art, whether it's painting, drawing, or sculpture. I love going karting with friends (I normally win). I love long car rides, especially when I have good music blasting. The only sports I watch are Formula 1 and hockey, but I'm deeply invested in both. When it comes to personality, I'm pretty introverted. I usually don't speak unless spoken to, but if I'm around friends, I can be fairly talkative. My friends would describe me as sarcastic, funny, and chaotic. But people who don't know me would probably describe me as a quiet loner. I'm extremely competitive and stubborn. I hold grudges, and I'm very loyal. I obsess over something new every other day and have a terrible attention span (I'm working on this, I swear).

This is my second time sending this because I just realized I asked for the wrong thing the first time 😐

and I still used a grammar checker because I’m terrible with spelling and grammar

hi darling !!! thank you so much omgosh - of course you can !!! thanks for sending this in and joining the celebration , i hope you like this my love and i'm so sorry it took a while to get back to you <33

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐅𝟏

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 !

something about you tells me you and logan would make a great pairing !!! he's so endeared by you , and there's no doubt he'd be absolutely head over heels for you !!

ᡣ𐭩 logan relates to you heavily when it comes to being somewhat introverted ! like you , his confidence really depends on who he's around and the circumstances , so he considers himself lucky to not only be himself around you , but get to see the more talkative side of you , too . it's a little treasure that not many others get to see , and he secretly counts himself honoured to be one of those few people

ᡣ𐭩 the fact you can speak so many languages is amazing to logan . the first time you tell him you speak four languages and are learning a fifth , his eyes just about drop out of his head . it's so impressive to him , and when you travel with him for races , he'll often ask you to teach him a phrase or two if you're in a country that you speak the language of .

ᡣ𐭩 he loves to see whatever creative project you're working on ! logan doesn't claim to have much artistic talent , so the fact that you can paint , draw , and sculpt seems downright unfair to him . he's so into everything you create and will sit and marvel over them for so long , pointing out even the smallest of details that he notices and praising you to high heavens for them !!!

ᡣ𐭩 car rides with logan are always the best time !! though he's driving , he lets you have full control of the aux , and insists that you play whatever your heart desires . you do have to scold him a few times , however , as he finds his eyes drifting away from the road and over to you more often than they really should . he claims it's your fault for being such a distraction , and anyways , how hard does he really need to focus to drive for a straight stretch ??

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 !

ᡣ𐭩 look . you and max are one and the same in that you both pride yourself on your karting skills . like , you two have gone karting together so many times that it's almost unbelievable !!! and my god does it get competitive . max will not spare you any grace , he's racing you and he will win if he has anything to say about it . the first time you beat him , he had to take a few minutes to process what had actually just happened , and my god if you didn't brag about it for weeks afterwards (and rightfully so !)

ᡣ𐭩 max is more than happy to help you out with learning dutch if you ever need it ! he's helpful for pronunciations , or if you just want to practice speaking it in conversation with someone , plus he's able to teach you some more 'local' slang and dialect (complete with almost every curse under the sun , obviously)

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐍𝐇𝐋

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 !

for me , this was a sort of very slight 'opposites attract' scenario , more so in the fact that cole is a lot more extroverted compared to you - which i think would make you both a super cute pair !

ᡣ𐭩 over the summer break , cole definitely plans a trip to italy for you both . not only does he think it's nice for you to be able to head back there and relax , he also appreciates the fact that you can be his partner and tour guide all in one ! he trusts you know all of the best spots , away from the same ten tourist attractions , and makes it his mission to take as many candid photographs of you as possible over the two week stretch

ᡣ𐭩 your chaotic and sarcastic nature is something cole absolutely adores about you . any time you hit him with a sarcastic remark , he's giving you the widest , brightest grin before cracking up , because he absolutely loves it . he thinks you're the funniest person to walk the planet , honestly . you could tell the most terrible joke and he'd likely be doubled over , tears streaming down his face purely because it came from you .

ᡣ𐭩 you two definitely go to an f1 race together , too !!! look , we've seen the pictures of him in various paddocks , and from what i can tell , it's clear he doesn't really have one team he's ride or die for . so he just roots for your favourite team , wanting them to win more-so just so he can see you happy (which , in turn , makes him happy too)

ᡣ𐭩 cole tends to take over for you during social situations , but not in a controlling or patronising way !! he just knows that you don't tend to speak a lot until someone interacts with you , and he never wants you to feel like you're forced to put yourself out there more than you're comfortable with . more often than not , he'll have an arm around your waist or his hand linked with yours , making an effort to bring you into conversation with whoever he's talking to without forcing you to speak if you don't want to !

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐟𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 !

ᡣ𐭩 i think that juraj would relate to you , also having moved away from home to pursue something he's passionate about , and i think that the mutual experience was definitely something that brought your friendship about !! that , and the fact that he is incredibly close with your boyfriend , after all

ᡣ𐭩 like cole , juraj thinks that you're so funny . it doesn't take much to make this boy laugh , so when he's around you ?? it's almost non-stop . he definitely starts picking up on your sarcasm , slowly yet surely implementing it into his own conversations (cole insists that he's spent too much time around you the first time he's on the receiving end

ᡣ𐭩 always likes to indulge you in your new obsessions . whenever he sees you , he'll ask what you're into today , and just lets you tell him everything about your newest interest , even if he has absolutely no clue what you're going on about . it's the thought that counts , right ?

#𑁤 becca’s 1k fright fest !

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maloskiworld · 2 years

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💌 Tradition - Pierre Gasly

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Summary : your world is turning upside down when your childhood best friend asks you to be his fake date for his Valentine's family tradition.

Warnings : a little bit of swearings

Words count : +3.9K

(ideas from this prompt list " childhood sweetheart ")

A/N : Happy Valentine's day my sweethearts (a day later, sorry) 💌

PS : It's not proofread. And english isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! 💙

not my gif, credits to the owner ! (he's so hot in this gif)

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"I know you're gonna hate me but..."

"Oh god, what did you do Pierre ?", you sighed on the other hand of the phone.

"I didn't do anything...yet", he answered, you could hear him almost plead. You just didn't know why.

"Stop the fucking mystery, spill it", you told him harshly.

"Well, you know how my family do a brunch the sunday before Valentine's day ?", he asked.

"Yeah ?"

"I told them I was bringing a Valentine this year", he said, nearly above a whisper.

Everything went silent for a minute. You wondered why Pierre was saying that. Was it his way to tell you he had a new girlfriend ?

"That's... um, great", you replied, not really meaning those words.

Pierre and you have been best friends since you could recall. You've met on the karting track, and never went separate ways since then. You both been through hell and high waters together, standing strong near each other. You were there for him in 2019, and he was there for you when you felt like everything was meaningless. But you were also there for him when he got his first F1 win, and he was there you got your dream job as an F1 photographer - your favorite subject being Pierre.

Thing was, he didn't know that. He didn't know how your heart beat faster in your crib when you were looking in his ocean's eyes, or how your chest caught on fire when he smiled at you. He didn't how you could spend hours looking at videos of him, falling asleep to the sound of his cheery voice. He didn't know you fell in love with him when you were just a small chubby girl.

Back then, you thought of telling him many many times, but always discouraged yourself. Scared to loose your best friend for teenage feelings. Growing up, your feelings stayed the same - if not stronger -, and Pierre never understood it. Sometimes, you tried to make allusion about it, joking about getting married if the both of you didn't find their other half by 30 years old. He laughed along with you, without commenting more. He started to date girls, and you just stayed on the friend side of his life. Everytime he was bringing a new girl in, your heart ached a little more. Your love for him seemed to become unbearable, like your whole being would explode from staying silent. You just wanted to love him in your mind, because having a tiny part of him was better than have nothing at all.

"Did you hear what I just said ?", Pierre's voice took you out of your daydreaming.

"Sorry, what did you say ?", you tried to say with your voice as normal as possible.

"Are you alright, angel ?", you could hear concern in his voice.

He called you angel the first time you met. Because according to him, you looked like an angel fallen from the sky in your complete white suit back then. It soon became an inside joke in your relationship, and he never stopped calling you with that nickname.

"Yeah yeah, sorry, I saw something from my window, it distracted me", you tried to make up an excuse as fast as you could.

"That doesn't really sound convincing, Y/N. C'mon, tell me what's wrong"

"It's alright. Someone fell in the streets, and I got worried. But he's up now, and people are helping him, so we're all good", you lied. You knew Pierre could tell when you're lying, but he also knew you weren't going to talk. He learnt it the hard way : if you don't want to talk, then you're not going to talk.

"Okay", he just said giving up.

"What were you saying ?", you changed the subject.

"I told my parents I was bringing a Valentine this year", he said.

"I heard that", you didn't mean for your voice to sound so mean. It took Pierre aback, but he decided not to comment on it.

"Well, I sank into my lie", he repeated his words from earlier - that you didn't heard.

"Lie ?", you replicating his word.

"A lie. I told them she was the one and all that like we were deeply in love and -"

"And she's just a one night stand ?", you cut him off.

"What ? No ? What the fuck are you on, Y/N ?", he asked, loosing it. You could hear your words got on his nerves.

"Nothing, I -"

"I'm coming to your flat", he said, this time cutting you off.

He didn't let you replied and hung up the phone.

"No, shit !", you cursed.

The last thing you needed now was Pierre asking you a million questions.

You were pacing your appartement, waiting for Pierre to enter it like a storm.

He didn't even knock, and opened the door pretty violently. The blond boy was feeling mad, and he didn't really know why.

"What was that ?", he just asked.

"Hi to you to", you replied, going to close the door, not wanting to let the neighbors hear the upcoming fight.

"Stop the bullshit, what's going on ?", he kept going, looking at you straight in the eyes.

"Nothing, I told you", you tried to defend yourself.

"Yeah, the guy falling on the street ?", he said in a defiant voice.

"Exactly", you replied in a confident way.

"Your shutters are freakin closed, Y/N", his voice got louder.

"I closed them waiting for you !", you were now shouting too. "I don't know what you want from me!"

"The truth!", he screamed, putting his head in his hands. "Tell me the truth, Y/N, I'm your best friend."

His words were your breaking point, and you just started to cry, curling up yourself on the couch. Pierre flew to you, and took you in a hug. You tried to move out of his embrace but he was way too strong for you. He kept you near him, and you could smell his familiar scent.

"I'm here", he calmed you down. "Everything's fine."

You had trouble breathing, everything felt so heavy. It was all way too much for you.

"Do you want to breathe with me ?", he asked in a soft voice.

You shook your head no, not able to talk but also not wanting to do dumb breathing exercices.

"Okay", he simply said.

Exhausted with feeling so much in so little time, you drifted to sleep. Still in Pierre's arms.

You woke up to the sound of someone talking on the phone.

"Oui, oui, je te promets Maman. On sera là. Bisous, je t'aime", you heard Pierre talking in your native language.

You yawned and stretched a little bit. Your eyes went to the kitchen, where Pierre was leaning on the counter.

"Sleeping beauty is up?", he tried to joke, testing the water to see if you were responding or not.

"Why did you stay ?", you asked, joining him in the kitchenette. You were so sure he would have left after your little scene.

"You obviously need someone to lean on, and that's my duty right ?", he said with a bright smile. You sighed and nodded your head yes, not wanting to start another moral lesson.

"Was that your mom ?", you asked him, refusing to properly meet his eyes and looking in the distance.

"Yep. That's what I was trying to tell you", you frowned, showing him you didn't understand what he was saying. "I don't have a girl in my life right now, Y/N. I don't know why I lied to my parents saying that I had someone, because I don't, and now I just can't go back", he confessed you.

"Oh", was all you could say for a whole minute. You went to take a glass of water, trying to swallow your bitter feelings. "So, who's the fake lucky girl ?", you managed to say after some time.

"You."

You chocked on your water, and dropped the glass on the floor. It shattered in a thousand of pieces.

"Fuck, Y/N, you alright ?", Pierre got up faster than his shadows to help you.

"Yeah yeah", you said.

You both picked up the broken glass. After, you went to sit down on the couch.

"Me ?", you talked, breaking the silence. Pierre joined you, sitting what felt miles away from you.

"I'm sorry. Your name just... Split out of my mouth and then it was too late to go back. You know how my mom can be", he explained, laughing in a sarcastic way.

"So I'll have to be your fake Valentine in front of your parents on sunday's brunch ?", you realized what Pierre wanted you to do.

"Yes, please."

"Pierre, it's-"

"I know. I'm a dumbass, and you have all the rights to hate me but I'm pleading you to help me on this one. Just the brunch, and I'll tell them we break up after", he tried to say, stuttering on his words.

"You can't do that !", you said. "How am I supposed to look at your parents after a fake break up ? Your mom's gonna hate me !", you said, scared of what Pierre got yourself into.

"No, she's not ! I'll promise. I'll say we tried to be together, but we were just better off friends. They'll understand, and everything would go back to normal", he said.

"Did you planned all of this ? It sound like you have everything prepared", you accused him.

"Not really, I just knew you were gonna say that !", he defended himself. "Please, angel, I need you now", he asked, stepping closer to you.

You closed your eyes. This was hell on earth. How were you supposed to be fake dating Pierre while you had true real feelings for him ? Pretending was going to break your heart.

"I'm sorry. You know I won't be asking you if it wasn't important", he took your hand in his, but you took it away. Your hands went to massage your temples. How could you say no to his deep blue eyes ? The one you could die for ?

"You're a pain in the ass, Pierre, I swear...", you sighed.

"But you love me ?", he said with puppy eyes.

Yes, I do.

"Just the brunch, and you swear me you won't make me look like the vilain of the story ?", you asked.

"I promise !", he exclaimed in a happy voice.

Pierre had to leave soon after, and you didn't really talk to him after that day. Until the Valentine brunch day.

Pierre 💙 : I'm here in 5 min

You were stressing like you never stressed before. You were sure you'd never getting out of this alive.

"Hello, angel", you heard from downstairs.

"You said 5 min !", you screamed.

"Well, guess I lied again", he joked. But you didn't really find that funny.

You walked down the stairs, looking for your keys in your purse, not giving attention to the boy at the door.

"You looked uh good", Pierre said, staring at his feet.

"Thanks, I am good enough to fake date you ?", you said.

"Yeah", was all he said before gesturing outside.

The car ride was awfully silent. Pierre parked in front of his childhood home.

"Okay, you're ready ?", he asked you, taking your hand in his.

"It's a bad idea, Pierre, we shouldn't-"

"Please, don't let me down now", he plead you. "We just have to be ourselves, nothing has changed. Just hold my hand from time to time", he tried to comfort you. "I'll guide you, I promise it's going to be fine", he kissed your hand.

It sent chills down your spine. His hand felt raspy, but his lips were as sweet as honey. You could absolutely get used to that. You shook your mind, trying to stay down to earth.

"See, it was easy", he smiled to you.

"How ?", you asked. Pierre was confused, seeing his eyebrows frowning.

"How what ?", he said.

"How we happened ? I mean if your parents asked, what are we-"

"Naturally. Our friendship just grew to love, like it happens to many couples okay ? Don't worry", he told you.

You heard someone knocking on the window.

"C'mon", Pierre said, getting out of the car to greet one of his brother. They did their handshake, and you stayed in a the car a little just to calm yourself down. Pierre opened your door like a gentleman. He helped you out, and put his arm around your waist.

"Y/N, it's so nice to see you ! I'm happy you both finally find each other", Paul told you before walking the little path leading inside the house.

You were so nervous you didn't even notice his words. But Pierre did, and his grip on you tightened.

His mom greeted you, and you felt like she was waiting for the two of you.

"Oh, Y/N", and she took in a big warm hug. "It's so nice to know you're the one sharing Pierre's life. You didn't know how long I've been waiting for that ! Jean-Jacques, Y/N's here", she shouted before taking you inside.

"Je suis là, aussi, Maman !", Pierre said laughing.

The brunch went so well. Pierre kept his hand on your tight for the whole meal. You could feel his gaze on you when you were laughing your head off. You tried your best to act like the perfect - but fake - girlfriend. It didn't take you a lot of effort to act in love with Pierre, because you were madly in love with him.

"So, I tried to keep my mouth shut but it's so tempting", Pascale said, with a smirk on her face. "For how long have you two dating ?", she asked.

"Since for ever", Nicolas joked.

"Très marrant, Nico. A couple of months, we're taking our time", Pierre said. The words came out of his mouth in such a natural way, like he wasn't lying.

"Oh that's so sweet", she said.

"Well, Y/N, I wish you good luck to keep up with Pierre, he's not the easiest person in the world", Jean-Jacques warned you. You heard Pierre talked under his breath, but took the lead.

"Well, I can't complain because he's actually amazing. The perfect gentleman", you said, smiling in Pierre's direction.

"Really ?", his brothers asked at the same time, in total shock to hear someone talk of their little brother this way.

"Yeah. Every moments with him look like they're coming from a romantic movie. I'm finally the princess from the books I was reading when I was little", you joked. When you were young, you used to read love stories for hours and hours, dreaming to find your prince charming, and Pierre's family always bother you with it. Especially his older brothers.

"I'm so happy for the both of you", Pascale replied, little tears in her eyes. "Your mom must be in heaven too!"

"She is, she is", you replied, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks. You almost forgot this was all fake.

"And what's your plan for tomorrow ?", Jean-Jacques asked, referring to Valentine's day.

"It's a surprise", Pierre said, squeezing your tight.

Pierre's brothers then changed the subject to something related to video games. Pascale decided it was the perfect time to do the dishes. She left to go in the kitchen.

"I'll go help your mom", you whispered in Pierre's ear.

"Thank you so much", he told you, kissing your forehead. You got lost in his eyes for a little moment, and then they flickered to his his lips. You saw him wetting his bottom lip, and your stomach did a 360 flip.

"Okay", you stuttered and quickly got up to leave the table.

"Let me help you", you grabbed a tea towel ready to the drying-up, joining Pascale. "Can I ask you a question ?", you suddenly asked her.

"Of course, honey", she smiled your way.

"What did mean by you don't know how long I've been waiting for that ?", you said while mimicking quotation marks.

"It's not a secret for anyone. Everybody could see how you two were in love with each other, it was eye catching. It still is", she winked to you, and you couldn't help but to smile a little. "When Pierre was knee-high, he was bragging out saying you'd be the princess of his castle. He never grew out of his feelings for you, really. He dated other girls, but it never worked out. You were probably always in a corner of his mind", she recounted.

Her words were shocking you. You didn't really know if you should believe it or not.

"You should have seen him when you made it into the F1 world. He was shouting in the whole house how you were going to be with him at every races. He was so happy, like a little child on Christmas morning", she laughed, remembering the moment. "I guess that's how you two find each other, and-"

"Ça suffit, Maman", Pierre told his mom with a stern voice. He hugged you from being and rested his head on your shoulder. You gulped. You wanted this - him - for the rest of your life.

"We're going to get on the road, the path is still quite long for us", Pierre said. "C'mon, angel", he made you walk outside the kitchen.

"Oh, that's so cute !", Pascale squealed. "You're still calling her with this sweet nickname."

"Always did, and I don't think I'll ever stop", he looked at you in the eyes, and you could swear he was going to kiss you. But he just put a lock of hair behind your ear with what you could call loving eyes.

"Don't make out in front of us, lover birds", Cyril warned.

You and Pierre did your goodbyes to his family and got in the car. Mechanically, Pierre put his hands on your tight, like he did the whole brunch. His thumb caressed your skin, and it gave goosebumps to your whole body.

Once again, the car ride was silent. You didn't know what to say. Or what to think. Was it your imagination ? Was he just a damn good actor ? Or maybe it was just Pascale's words that got into your mind ? Was it real ? Fake ?

The entire ride, your mind was racing miles an hour. You were trying to stay calm, but your breath was getting heavier and heavier by the minute.

Finally, Pierre parked in front of your flat. None of you dared to move.

"Do you-"

"I'm-"

Both of you decided to talk at the same time. You laughed a little.

"Ladies first", he said, looking out of the window.

"Do you wanna come up for a minute ?", you asked Pierre. You wanted to talk to him, solve the mystery of everything that happened today.

"Yeah."

You stayed in the kitchen to make tea, and Pierre went to sit down on the couch. He felt nervous, his foot tapping the ground loudly.

"You're nervous now ?", you joked, sipping on your tea.

"I'm so sorry", he just said.

"Uh, for what ? Every - everything went well, right ?", you asked.

"My mom, she's just... I mean... She always swore we were childhood sweethearts and", he stopped himself, not really knowing what to say. "It's dumb, I know", and with that, you felt your heart breaking in your crib. You got tears in your eyes, and tried to hide it. You just hummed in response, not trusting your own voice.

Your ringtone echoed in the flat. Thank god, you thought. Perfect excuse not to have that conversation. The one where the guy you're in love with break your whole being.

"Sorry, I have to take that", you simply told Pierre, not looking at him in the eyes and giving him your back. "Hi, Charles. What's up ?", you talked on the phone, putting a smile on your face.

Pierre got the hint and left your appartement without a word. Jealousy flooded into him. He felt like you thought Charles was more important than him to you.

Being Pierre's best friend meant you also got really close with Charles. You two got along really well. Recently, his girlfriend broke up with him and he relied a lot on you. You talked on the phone or on FaceTime almost everyday. He knew about your undying crush on Pierre, but never said a word to his french friend. And the blond one never confessed his love for you to his monegasque friend.

The whole day had been a rollercoaster. Pretending to be Pierre's girlfriend was delightful, but the end of the day put a knife in your stomach. You told Charles everything, crying a little bit on the phone. He tried to cheer you up as best as he could.

You decided to lay on your couch, in your jogging (which consisted mostly on Pierre's hoodie), a TV show as background noise and tried to go to sleep.

Once Charles hung up with you, he immediately called Pierre.

"Dude", he said.

"What do you want now ? You finished your little chat with Y/N, uh ?", Pierre spat out. He was seeing red, truthfully believing his friend had views on his angel.

"You're going to calm the fuck down, I don't have time for your bullshit. If you really want to know how she's feeling, I'm going to tell you. She's fucking crushed. Because of you, mate", Charles responded on the same tone.

"What ?"

"She loves you, Pierre, you fool !", Charles exclaimed. "How do you think she fell today having to pretend to be your girlfriend ? Listening to your mom praised your relationship ? And you telling how dumb it was ? Can you imagine how she felt ?"

He didn't take anything more for Pierre to hung up in his friend. he felt so stupid.

"Please, Y/N, open the door", you heard Pierre shout on the other side of the door. You weren't really in the mood to see him.

"I'm tired", you told him.

"I - please, angel."

"We can talk later-"

"It can't wait !", Pierre screamed. You knew how stubborn he could get, so you gave up, not wanting to cause a scene inside the building.

He rushed inside your flat, and you met with his tired red eyes. It felt like seeing your own sad reflection.

"I'm sorry, I didn't met to say it was dumb", he tried to explain but you didn't fully understand. "Y/N, I-"

He was pacing around, unable to calm himself down. He didn't know how to tell you, still scared to risk your friendship - even though Charles assured him you felt the same way as he did.

"My mom was right", left his mouth. "All of my past relationship, it was just... To try to forget you. I never felt good enough for you, and I got myself stuck in the friend zone without knowing how to get out of it...", he leaned against the wall.

"When my mom pressured me to know if I had someone, your name spilled out of my mouth easily. Because I wanted you to be there as my - my - my Valentine", he sighed. "I want you, angel."

This time, he dared to look at you in the eyes. You were looking at him in pure shock. He came closer to you, his hand caressing gently your face.

"Please, tell me you want it too", he whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. Words were stuck in your throat, so you just cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips on his.

Kissing him felt like a firework inside your body. All of your emotions were mixing, and you felt so right. Peaceful.

"I'm taking that as a yes", he smiled on your lips, breathing rapidly due to the passionate kiss. "Angel, will you be my Valentine ?"

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🌻 Thanks for reading 🌻

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myrandomthoughtsblog · 2 years

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How I think being in a queer platonic relationship with Kenma Kozume would be like (gn! reader)

English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistake. Hope you guys like it and I might have gotten carried away lol <3

Kuroo definitely helped you two get together and teases both of you (mainely Kenma) a lot

Very perceptive but also kinda cluless so I think he'd rather sit and talk about each others boundaries instead of waiting to see how you would react to somethings

Kenma will let you play in his switch almost everytime you ask if his not using it

If you like gaming as well he will make you buy a switch (or buy it for you) so you two can play games together

Will get mad if you are better than him on mario kart and will get salty cuz of it, but nothing a couple cuddles can't fix (only if you are comfortable with it)

Animal crossing dates!!!!!

If you don't know how to play Kenma will happily teach you how to while you sit on his lap (if that's something you like)

But if you don't like gaming he does not mind as long as you let him play

Loves when you cuddle him while watching him play

Not a huge fan of Just dance but would end up playing with you and getting competitive

Now when it comes to volleyball...

Kenma would be very happy if you went to his games

Would totally drag you to play it with him if Kuroo was draging him

Speaking of the rooster boy y'all would be reaaaaaally close

You'd have to hear Kenma complaning about Lev

After a hard practice Kenma would like to cuddle with you while watching something

Nappping together <3

Not a fan of pda but likes to hold your hand if he's not gaming, otherwise walking close to you works as well

Would 100% curse someone if they disrespect you or yours relationship

Being friends with Bokuto, Akaashi and Hinata >>>>>

I think Kenma might be a bit shy when it comes to talking about you to his team but would end up doing it if Kuroo asks him to do so

Not a big fan of outside dates but would do it if you ask to (while complaning but we all know he does not really mean it)

likes going to cafes tho

Hates cooking but likes to do it with you

A great listener but isn't very good with advises

Might get shy or cocky with complements depending on what you say

If that’s something you are comfortable with he might give you cheek kisses and also likes to receive it

Studying with Kenma would be pretty peaceful and helpful but I think he might lose his patience if his tutoring you

If you decided to live together your house would be so cool and fancy omg I can't

Doesn't mind if you wear his clothes and might end up wearing yours as well

Playful fights would be pretty common

If you are feeling sad or insecure Kenma would 100% get out of his comfort zone to make you feel better

Gossiping together >>>>

The best person to talk about your queer experience with (but you might end up crying with him who knows)

Yaku would definitively fight people if they insist in saying you and Kenma are a romantic couple (Kuroo would too)

Likes to record you two just to have it on his phone

Would MELT if you played with his hair

I don't think he would like to call you pet names like he preferes to call you by your nickname and wouldn't mind if you called him Ken or something

Would tell you everything after he's comfortable with you

Having to beg him to sleep in a decent time but if you also likes to go to sleep late than it's a lost cause

If having kids is something you’d like to Kenma would definitely take it into consideration

When his mental health is getting bad doing something he likes with you would make him feel better

Imagine playing board games with him during a rainy day while drinking hot chocolate omg I'm soft now

Would 100% start to watch, read or play something you like if you ask him to

A big ass hater of amatonormativity

Would always try to help you

Likes to buy you random stuff

In general I think that being Kenma's qp partner would be pretty chill and fun

Sorry for taking so long to post this lol. I hope you guys enjoyed and feel free to request more fics :)

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heymrstargazer · 3 years

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10 (maybe 82 as well?) with Andrew and Nicky, please.

this is a lot longer than a drabble (and i changed both slightly), but thank you anon! here you go:

10. You may be a grown-up, but you’re still my baby

82. Stop worrying so much

Andrew was hiding in the bathroom. The bathroom locked away from the bustle of reporters and people that probably wanted his lookalike dead. This trial would be the death of him, anyway.

While Aaron hadn't exactly disclosed that fact to him, he felt the same and presumed it safe enough to make that assumption. Everyone out there was making even worse ones, so how bad could his be?

A loud knock nearly startled him, his gaze flicking to the door in doubt of the lock’s integrity. “Andrew, it’s me,” Nicky’s voice called. He debated for a short moment before turning the lock.

Standing between the frame and the door, he flatly asked, “Can I help you?” Nicky pushed his palm flat against the door, but Andrew didn’t move. He could piss or have a panic attack somewhere else.

“Can I help you?” he asked back. He was damn lucky one of the swarming reporters spotted them from down the hall.

Once locked inside again, Nicky, for once in his life, didn’t say anything. He watched Andrew cross and uncross his arms, taking two steps one way and two steps back, then push his hair back with one hand. “Spit it out before I feed you to the sharks.”

“You’re nervous--”

“I don’t get nervous,” he shot back, reaching his hand toward the lock. Nicky threw his hands up in a surrender.

He only sighed and dug his fingers into his eyes. “Yes, you do. You’re pacing and fidgeting and nit-picking your appearance. It’s the same thing you did on your first day at Palmetto, and the same thing you did after the riot. For three hours, mind you.”

Andrew did not do any of those things. He was bored. Bored of the accusations, the tension, and the memories that were practically jammed up his nose every time he entered a room. Besides, he wasn’t nervous, and even if he was he knew not to give it away. He wasn’t allowed to be nervous. It’s not like he was the one up against the jury.

“I don’t get nervous,” he repeated, because maybe Nicky ignored it.

Nicky, unfortunately, wasn’t as stupid as Andrew wished he was. “Are you telling me or yourself?”

“Get out.”

“Wait,” he said, pausing just long enough to see Andrew’s hand stop on the handle. “You’re allowed to be nervous.” Andrew half-opened his mouth, about to protest before Nicky read his train of thought too well. “Yes, I know it’s not you on trial for murder, but it’s your brother. Your twin. And I know I’m not Bee, and I know I’m not Neil, and I know you’re a grown-up, but dammit, Andrew, you’re still my kid.”

Oh.

“I may not know you as well as they do, but I still know you. I watched you struggle through English class, and I watched you ace your drivers test. I watched you come home with a black eye when some prick called Aaron a nerd. I’m not stupid.”

Andrew wished he was. He didn’t need Nicky’s reassurance, and want was irrelevant in a circumstance so dire. This was the rest of Aaron’s life, not his. Even if it meant they’d be down a player in Mario Kart. Even if it meant his Christmases to come might be quieter than normal, and his birthday would no longer be shared. It didn’t matter how he felt, or what he wanted.

But maybe, for the time being, he could pretend what Nicky said was true. If Nicky really believed that, then maybe they could be crazy together. Maybe he wasn’t actually all that wrong.

“I don’t need your pep talk,” he finally decided on.

“I know,” he replied. “I thought it might help anyway.”

Andrew sighed silently, listening for any noise outside the door as he turned the lock again. “Worry about yourself.”

Nicky saw it as the thank you it was. “I’ll try. Besides,” he smiled, “Neil just got here and he’s wearing a suit. I know it made me feel better, I’m sure it will for you, too.”

“Don’t push your fucking luck,” he said, nudging the door open and away from the laugh echoing at his back.

#i only believe in fanon nicky #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #neil josten #tfc #the foxhole court #twinyard bonding #drabble #jensen answers things

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beggingwolf · 3 years

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hmm let’s say: sleep intimacy and unexpected virgin??

They effectively hoist Malkin off onto Sid once his contract is signed.

It's not like Sid's never been part of a stabilization pair—he's been glued to the side of other omegas ever since Shattuck—but at least he'd been able to talk to those guys. When he'd been roomed with Dunc at Shattuck, they'd spent the entire summer emailing back and forth to get to know each other, and then Sid had two years to get used to Neilson in Rimouski, the loudest, biggest omega Sid's ever seen, but this is...

"We can get a king bed, Sidney, if you'd like," Nathalie tells him as Sid stares at where Malkin is slouched on the couch, watching as Stephanie kicks Austin's ass at Mario Kart. Malkin isn't looking at him either, which is very different from how he'd been shyly sneaking glances over the first dinner they'd shared, Malkin all tan from California, happy and tired from travel.

Malkin just leans deeper into the couch, like it'll absorb him if he wedges himself between the cushions.

"We don't want to be any trouble," is what Sid says. What he means is I thought I was done with stabilization pairs once I made it to the NHL, but Malkin doesn't take suppressants and practices have already gotten testy because of it.

Nathalie says something about making sure everyone's comfortable, but... well. Malkin's made himself part of the furniture, and Sid heads upstairs.

He needs to clean. And to make sure his Arby's wrappers are tossed in the garbage. And to check that his bedsheets don't smell like his own slick.

That's how it goes for a while. Sid shares his apartment with Malkin—dubbed Geno, finally, much to Geno's confusion. Sid shares his apartment, his bathroom, his bed. Their scents are starting to mingle. Sid had just started getting used to his scent by itself, and he has to remind himself that this is for the good of the team. Malk- Geno's a beast of a player, and Sid will do anything for his team if it means they can win.

Geno's a quiet sleeper. He's quiet in general. Sid remembers what it was like when he first got to Rimouski and knew only a handful of French words. He'd been exhausted all the time, not just from the pace of major junior but from the way his brain had to work overtime to try and piece together fragments of French.

At least Sid got a break from it at the rink. Geno has to do it all the time, except for when he sits close to Gonch and talks to him in a low voice, and Sid gives them their privacy.

At night, though, there's none of that. It's Geno shifting around in sweatpants and strange t-shirts with random English on them and Sid modestly covering himself up with ragged Rimouski tees because Geno had looked like a deer caught in headlights when Sid had come out in just his boxers the first night.

When the lights are turned off, they'll start at their own ends of the bed, and then Geno will shift, and then Sid will turn, and then their legs will press against each other, Geno seeking out Sid's warmth even through the heavy material of his sweatpants. One of them will move an inch closer, and then Sid will reach out with a hand, and —

Every morning they wake up tangled, Geno's long limbs like tentacles curling around Sid, Sid's heavy thigh wedged between Geno's, their breath hot and disgusting on each other's skin.

They start smelling the same. The alphas on the team stop being so reactive to Geno. Geno smiles at Sid often, and Sid smiles back.

Geno's heat hits like a winter squall.

Something starts smelling strange in the morning, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it. Geno takes so long in the bathroom that morning that Sid has to pound on the door so they're not late to practice, and then things are off at practice until Geno pins Sid up against the boards mid-drill.

"What the fuck?" Sid says as he tries to push Geno away, and Geno makes an unhappy sound that's almost a whine.

The whistle startles Geno enough that Sid's able to slip away; he gives Geno a displeased look as he skates back to center ice—there's a time and place to fuck around, and it's not here, not when management has asked Sid to take the C and he's not ready, not yet.

Geno's quiet during the ride back to the Lemieux house, and he shuts himself in the bathroom up in their shared apartment as soon as he's through the door.

Sid rolls his eyes.

It's not until after dinner—which Geno skips, much to Nathalie's concern—that Sid realizes what's happening.

Geno's stiff as a board on his side of the bed, laying on his back like a corpse, and Sid pushes himself up on an elbow, peering down at the dark blob of Geno that he can barely see in the pitch-black room.

"Is everything okay?" Sid asks.

Geno does ... something. He nods, maybe? Sid isn't sure. The bed feels warmer than usual. Geno's knee is bouncing ever-so-slightly and making the mattress shake, and Sid opens his mouth to speak.

That's when the smell of slick hits his receptors.

"Oh, shit," Sid says, and he twists, reaching for the lamp on the nightstand.

Geno moves fast, faster than he'd been in practice. He wraps his long fingers around Sid's bicep, like that'll stop Sid, but Sid makes it to the pull cord and blinks the stars out of his eyes before turning to gawk at Geno.

Geno's pupils are blown, even in the sudden brightness from the lamp, and Sid swallows down the saliva pooling beneath his tongue.

"Geno, I... I'm supposed to help you out," Sid says, and he inches forward.

Geno-in-heat is pretty. His hair is matted boyishly over his forehead, but his features are all big and handsome on his face, and it had taken a while to get used to him, but Sid likes how Geno's smile curves up on his lips, likes the gangly length of Geno's limbs and how dangerous they are on the ice.

He knows what stabilization bonds entail, and so he reaches for Geno.

Geno falters.

"...I'm supposed to help," Sid says, and Geno's gaze keeps dropping to his lips. Not in a way like he's trying to decode the English, though. Sid wonders if Geno's understanding him at all.

"It'll feel good," Sid says, because it will. Sid perfected his technique on giving head last year, he can get an alpha to come in two minutes flat.

Geno stills Sid's hand when Sid tucks his fingers into the waistband of Geno's sweatpants.

"It'll be good," Sid promises.

"I don't know," Geno says hoarsely. It's one of the first phrases he'd learned in English.

"You know me, and I'm really good at it," Sid says, and there's urgency climbing into his voice now. Geno smells good now that Sid can recognize the heat-scent on him, and he can tell Geno's getting so slick. He'll be soaking with it. Maybe he can even convince Geno to let him taste it, to let Sid push Geno's thighs apart and press his lips to —

"I don't know!" Geno says urgently, and he tries to tug his waistband back up.

Sid stares at him, trying to figure it out.

Geno keeps staring at Sid's lips. His erection tents the front of his sweatpants so bad.

"You... you've never gotten head?" Sid says, which is... that's...

Geno shakes his head aggressively.

"Have you done anything?" Sid asks, and Geno shifts back at the tone, which Sid immediately regrets. He didn't mean to sound so shocked, it's just— it's Geno, and how could he not have—

Geno shakes his head again, his lips pressed thin.

Sid takes in a deep breath.

"Okay," he says. "Okay, well. This is going to be good."

He lurches again to turn off the light, and then he leans in.

#a/b/o within #.... this is TOO LONG #WELL!!!!#ficlet #tag game

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