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ghosty-dot-com · 9 months

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MIDNIGHT | Alex x OC

TIMELINE: takes place three months after MW 2019

*this thing is LONG so have fun!*

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Eden walked up the stairs of the apartment building, exhaustion taking over her as her heavy military boots thudded against them. She had her jacket slung over her shoulder and her hair was messier than when she had left her apartment.

As she trudged down the hallway, her neighbor--an older man named Hank--stepped out of his apartment. He was dressed in an old sweatshirt, black pants, and wore a pair of Hey Dude shoes.

"Late night?" He asked and Eden nodded, chuckling a little.

"Just got back from deployment." Eden said with a tired sigh. "Figured I'd reward myself with boiled ramen and a warm shower."

Hank gave her look before straightening up, Eden knowing exactly what he was planning.

Since she had met her veteran neighbor, he always treated her like a daughter. Eden knew his kids never paid him any visits, and when they did, they only wanted things from him. She hated seeing his greedy, selfish children do that, and Eden always made him something to give after they would leave.

Having Hank filled the emptiness Eden felt whenever she missed her godfather, John Price. She herself didn't have parents and even now as she stood in front of Hank who sifted through his wallet, she wanted to cry from how thoughtful he was.

This deployment had been rough. She lost friends...she lost Alex.

Alex... The thought of him almost brought her to tears, but she wasn't going to cry in front of the older man in front of her. He didn't need to hear about what she experienced there nor did he need to see her finally break from the grief she felt.

"How about this, kid," Hank said as he patted her on the shoulder. "If you're free right now and willing to do so, would you like to come with me to get something to eat?"

While Eden wanted to go into her apartment, shower, then cry herself to sleep, she pocketed her keys and pulled on her jacket.

"Lead the way."

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Eden slurped the ramen noodles down like it was the first thing she had eaten in days. She didn't care about how desperate she looked or how messy it was. The flavors made her hum in satisfaction as she leaned back in her chair and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"This is the best thing I've eaten in months." Eden said with a chuckle when she saw Hank watching her with an amused grin on his face. "All I ate were rations or the nasty freeze dried food."

Hank chuckled. "Well, I'm glad to have my daughter-neighbor back. I missed our battle storytelling."

Eden chuckled, nodding her head as they went into a comfortable silence. She stared at the TV playing a Japanese drama and read the subtitles underneath. She stirred her broth with the spoon she used as her mind started to drift off to think about Alex.

She almost started to cry when the memory of that kiss he gave her before he went with Farah made her jaw tighten to keep herself together. She couldn't cry. Not in front of Hank and not in the middle of a Japanese restaurant. His last words to her repeated themselves in her mind over and over again.

I won't be late this time. I promise...

Eden turned back to her broth and started to drink it with her spoon. She wanted to have him there with her--wanted to kiss him again and go on a proper date this time rather than be on a battlefield killing people.

Dating comrades was a big no-no, but Eden didn't care. All she wanted was him, but now he's gone...and he's never coming back...

"I know that look." Hank spoke as he looked at her. "I see it in all the veterans I counsel."

"What?"

"Who was your battle buddy?"

Eden shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek as she resisted the urge to sob.

"I don't want to put this all on you, Hank. You brought me with you to celebrate my return from deployment. Not to give an off-record therapy session."

"You're my friend." Hank said softly yet firmly. "You're young, and you've seen horrors even I probably can't imagine, and I want to help anyway I can."

Eden gave him a sad smile as she wiped her eyes. She glanced to the other people around who either ate in silence or had quiet conversations.

"Well...uh, I saw my godfather when I was deployed. Haven't seen him in years so it was nice. Met some new people, became friends..."

Could she even talk about Alex without crying like she did on the drive home? Could she keep her cool in the restaurant full of people as she recounted his death?

"My battle buddy was Alex Keller." She said, her voice slightly wavering as she put her hands in her lap and leaned back in her chair. "He, uh, died nobly. Sacrificed himself to save all of us and destroy a weapon. I can't go into detail about it, but—"

"You watched him die." Hank spoke solemnly as he leaned forward. "I know the feeling."

Eden looked at him, curiosity pricking in her mind as she watched him exhale deeply. He looked at his hands, shrugging his shoulders and shifting in his seat.

"We called her Rainer. Name was Uma Wilkins. She was our combat medic and the one who saved our asses half the time."

"What happened?"

Hank went silent for a moment before he answered.

"A bullet found its home in her skull. To this day, I still feel pieces of her splattered on my face and stuck in my hair even though I am in the safety of my home."

"I'm sorry." Eden said softly as she wiped her eyes. "Guess the world hasn't been so kind to us in awhile huh?"

"You could say that, but how I see it is that God gave you the life he did so you can save others from it. You save lives and protect those who could be effected by war. To others, you're a hero. And to Alex, you were most definitely worth every sacrifice he could have made. He protected you, and he protected his comrades."

Eden gave him a smile, tears flooding her eyes but she wiped them away before she even gave herself a chance to cry.

"The last thing he said to me was he wouldn't be late." She laughed a little, tears continuing to stream down her face as she looked at her hands. "It was a joke about how he was always late to friend outings and whatnot, but he told me he would meet me with a couple others... Promised he wouldn't be late to meet there."

Eden remembered seeing Farah's saddened gaze when she had asked about him. She could never forget about it, and everyday she thinks about the kiss he gave her before he died. It was so soft...so desperate and intimate that she almost forgot they were destroying Barkov's base. He had caressed her face and gently cupped her cheek when he did it, gloved fingers tugging at the short locks of hair she once had before cutting it.

"To Alex." Hank raised his glass of tea in a respectful toast to the man's name. "From what I know, he was a good man, and his sacrifice saved his comrades."

Eden smiled and raised her glass. "To Alex."

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Eden stayed out longer to roam around after Hank went home. Tucson, at night, felt more alive, especially in the downtown area where couples or college kids went around to the bars or went the theatre to watch a movie. A lot of the individuals around her thanked her for her service and a couple even offered to buy her drinks when they saw her pass by. Most of them were drunk so she kindly refused the offer but thanked them anyway.

She found herself in front of a mural painted on the back of a building, her eyes looking over the colors in the dim light and smiling a little when she saw hers and Alex's initials still spray-painted on below the design.

That day, when this particular piece was made, Alex and Eden were offered to add onto it by the original artist. Eden ran her fingers over the red wings she painted and the broken halo in the middle. She had painted her call sign on there too: Hawk.

Alex's art was below hers. He painted a flaming skull (with her help) and put an American flag in the flames and put his call sign there too: Echo. Their initials "A + E" were in white and then the original artist's mural combined theirs to create one to thank soldiers for their service. Eden and Alex remembered how kind the artist was and how the young woman told them about her stepfather being in the military before retiring. The two met her parents that day and they treated them out for lunch.

That day--it was one Eden cherished since it was considered an official date with him. He used to speak about it all the time when they would spend weekends together or if they were working mentally draining missions.

Eden started to cry as she ran her fingers over his painting before saluting it. She needed to say goodbye, and this was the last piece of him she needed to let go of....

"Are you okay?"

Eden looked to her left to see a college kid there. The young girl was dressed in casual clothes: oversized shirt, black joggers, and converse. Her hair was pulled back and glasses rested on her face. She held the cross-body strap of her bag as she looked at Eden with concern.

"Yeah, um, I..." Eden didn't know what to say as she looked back at the painted wall.

"You're the woman I met, right? Hawk, right?"

"I'm Eden right now. Hawk is my work name. You're the girl who painted this, huh?"

"Yep. I was just walking to my car but I saw you and...yeah... I wanted to make sure you were okay before I walked over to it."

"I'll be okay. I'm just wandering... Looking for closure I guess."

The girl nodded, not wanting to pry out of respect for Eden and she slowly walked by.

"Well, it was nice to see you again. I'm guessing you'll want some time alone so I'll be on my way."

Eden watched the girl walk to her car, her chest tightening as she turned away to walk down the street. She was thankful she didn't live too far from this area, but it was going to be a long, silent walk.

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When the Lieutenant finally trudged through her front door and closed it, Eden finally let herself sob uncontrollably. She made her way down the hall to the shower, stripping off her clothes, tossing her uniform into the clothing basket hanging on the door, then turned on the shower. She leaned against the sink as she cried, tears dripping into the bowl and her nose started to run.

When she looked into the mirror, she almost didn't recognize herself.

Since getting the injury on the side of her head, she had to cut it all off, leaving it now in a shaggy style with the underside shaved. Stitches could be seen in the healing wound.

Her eyes trailed to the new set of scars on the nape of her neck and the scar on her hip. Both from different caliber bullets, but one messed up the hearing in her one ear. She didn't need a hearing aid thankfully, but it was a close call to passing the hearing test to stay in active duty.

Eden looked at her freckled face, seeing the red bags under her eyes from sobbing and restless, sleepless nights. The more she stared at herself, the more she wanted to shatter her mirror with her fist.

"You didn't save him." She spoke to her reflection, eyes narrowed into a glare. "He died because of Price."

Deep down, she knew it wasn't true, but placing blame on someone else but herself felt like the only thing to do. She was only doing what she was ordered to do, and leaving Alex was an order given. To be completely fair, Eden could have chosen to disobey, but knowing how risky it was, all that mattered was making sure that gas never got to be released by Barkov.

After taking a quick and cold shower, Eden changed into just a t-shirt. Exhaustion finally set in as she fell onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. If her neighbors heard, she would feel bad, but the screaming needed to be let out.

Eden screamed for what felt like hours until her phone buzzed. She lifted her head, sucking in a breath and clearing her throat before answering.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse and scratchy when she spoke.

"Hey, Ed." It was Price

"Hey, John. Whats wrong? Am I being called in?"

"No, no. I, um, wanted to call to see how you've been? It's been a couple months since the last time we spoke, no?"

"Yeah. I've been busy with recovering the rest of Barkov's gas after we blew up his base. It's...It's been a lot."

"D'you get all of it?"

"According to the Colonel, we did. I just got home today and I was given extended leave for healing some wounds I got and to spend time with family....Not that I have any to spend time with."

Eden closed her eyes, sighing deeply as she sniffled. John had gone quiet on the other end, listening to her silently cry from stress, exhaustion, and grief.

"Soap wants to talk to you if that's all right, kid?"

John's voice sounded bitter when he that, making Eden regret saying what she did before. If he took it personally, she didn't mean to make it personal. Hell, she wasn't even thinking about what was said until now.

"Okay." Eden responded. Before she could apologize, Soap's voice filled her ear.

"Edie!" He pretty much shouted into the phone. "How've ye been?"

Eden chuckled at him

"Hey, Soap. I've been okay. You?"

"Just finishing up reports. These damn things keep spawning out of nowhere."

Eden chuckled, running a hand through her hair as she shifted in her bed. She turned onto her side and let out a deep sigh, finally calming down and relaxing her tense muscles. Soap continued to ramble--talking about some upcoming leave time he's taking, meeting Ghost for the first time, meeting Gaz.

The lieutenant listened intently, giving her input on different topics and occasionally hearing Gaz interrupt Soap in the background to talk to her. She listened to Soap and Gaz argue with one another at one point and that's when Price took his phone from them.

Silence filled the line as the two sat in a tense silence. Eden didn't know what to say, and judging from the rustling in the background on Price's end, he didn't either. Eden inhaled deeply before speaking to him.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier, John. I...I'm not exactly in the right headspace right now."

"I know, Eden." He spoke softly, sighing to himself. "I wish I could be there for you and help you through this."

"I don't know why I feel like this. You remember Operation Ember. It was worse than this. I lost my squad...my best friends since high school." She paused for a moment, brows scrunched together as she started to cry again. "Why does this hurt more than that?"

"You loved him--Alex." Price said almost instantly. "It hurts because a piece of you died, and that piece was Alex."

Eden remained silence, thinking about his words as she silently cried.

"How do you do it? Especially after my parents died? They were your best friends...your family."

"You can't let it take over your existence." Price spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "The longer you let it stick in you, the more you'll lose yourself. Instead, ask yourself what they would want you to do."

What would Alex want me to do? Eden closed her eyes. She understood what Price was trying to get through to her, and she knew he was right.

"I have to go now, but think about what I said, all right?"

"Yep. Love you, Dad."

"Love you too, Edie. I'll call again as soon as I can."

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The next few days felt like hell for Eden.

Her apartment was barren after not being home for so long and there was no food in her cabinets (unless you counted the stale Lucky Charms.

She spent the first few days cleaning and organizing. She ordered food to be delivered for those days and only went out to get extra cleaner from the gas station down the street.

Today, Eden finally made herself look decent and went grocery shopping. She didn't dress herself in anything fancy, but just in a USMC shirt, black sweats, and one of Alex's old flannels was tied around her waist. She had all of her piercings in and her red wing tattoos were visible on her arms. She was intimidating to look at as she walked down each aisle, but she kept to herself. She received compliments from kids who liked her tattoos and there were a few older veterans who thanked her for her service.

Eden adjusted the beanie she wore to hide the bandages on the side of her head as she stood up from grabbing a box of poptarts from the bottom shelf. She was about to walk away with her cart when someone stopped her.

"Eden?"

She looked at the man in front of her, brows scrunching in thought before she realized who it was and got defensive.

"Nope. No, I'm not in the mood."

It was an ex-boyfriend of hers from 10 years ago. Reagan continued to follow her anyway, not listening to her telling him to 'fuck off.'

"I haven't seen you in forever."

"Okay. And?"

"Well, I wanted to catch up, ya know?"

"I'd rather not since the last time I saw you was when I was in the hospital recovering from being held captive for 15 months and you broke up with me. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit."

Reagan sighed in exasperation, but Eden continued to down the aisle and onto the next to get some noodle cups. He caught up to her and stopped the cart by standing in front of it.

"Can you hear me out for two seconds?"

"Reagan, I swear to fucking Christ—"

"I need—"

"Excuse me, but she said she didn't want to talk to you."

A young woman spoke up from ahead of them, her icy blue eyes narrowed at Reagan but he waved her off and joined Eden's side.

"I'm an old friend. This doesn't concern you." He snapped and made Eden walk with him.

"I hope you realize I can floor your ass." Eden growled as she pried his hands off the cart and shoved him away.

"I heard you recently got back from deployment. I wanted to see how you were."

"I'm fine. Now leave me alone."

Eden speed walked away from him, anger and frustration bubbling up in her chest when he tried to talk to her again. Without warning, Eden elbowed him in the stomach when he grabbed her arm. Reagan hunched over, wrapping his arms around himself as he tried to catch his breath.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

Eden didn't care if people saw what happened. Hell, she didn't care if someone blamed her and defended Reagan. She didn't want him around and she definitely didn't need him coming back into her life.

He left her alone when she needed him. He called her insane and unstable when she was doing so much better for herself in the months of her recovery. The only one who was actually there for her was Alex.

Alex....He wouldn't have let Reagan touch her or attempt to.

Eden remained alert as she went down the aisles, her body rigid and eyes darting frantically around her. It felt like she was clearing out a building every time she rounded a corner. Quick yet small steps; aware of everything and everyone around her.

I shouldn't be feeling like this, Eden thought to herself as she stopped in front of a shelf to grab some clearances cups and plates. She could use some actual dishes rather than the paper ones she kept in the pantry.

When she looked forward, she was met with Reagan again, but this time he had a woman with him. Eden's grip on the cart tightened.

"Listen. I've had a shitty year. I just got back from deployment, and I lost a lot of friends. I'm not in the fucking mood to entertain whatever you're trying to get out of me."

"We heard about Alex."

"And?"

"He was my friend too!"

"No! He wasn't! You accused him of sleeping with me when it wasn't like that! You were the one who chad been cheating on me for years and even during the time I was in the hospital."

"For fuck's sake, Eden, that was six years ago!"

Eden was fuming at this point, and it wasn't even because of what he did to her. She was over it, and while it still stung to see him with the girl he cheated on her with, Eden was glad she wasn't with him any longer than she needed to be.

She was angry about him not leaving her alone. He made sure to make it clear that he wanted to be left out of her life, and Eden made sure to fulfill that by completely blocked him out.

And the thing that topped it all off was the fact that Reagan was once friends with Alex long before Eden knew him. Reagan introduced them. He was the one who invited Eden to everything. Yes, she had seen Alex on base and briefly spoke to him in the professional military setting. But officially meeting Alex off-duty and finally getting to know him better? Eden had never regretted it.

The only thing she regretted was ever letting Reagan close to her, and she wished she never entertained the idea of dating him after being friends for so long.

"Fuck you both. Choke on a pair of bollocks." Was all Eden said to the two before she pushed them out of the way with her cart.

She quickly went to the checkout lane, silently fuming as she aggressively put her items on the conveyor belt. Inwardly, Eden felt bad for the worker on the receiving end and having to witness a short and intimidating Marine angrily inputting her PIN number on the card reader.

"Trust me when I say I'm not angry with you, okay?" Eden said calmly as she gently grabbed her receipt from the worker. "I've had a rough day."

"You and me both, ma'am." The worker said, relaxing from relief as he gave her an apologetic smile. "I hope your day gets better."

"Same here and right back at you."

Eden turned to exit the grocery store, legs going fast as she speed walked to her car. She looked around at her surroundings again as she loaded her the five grocery bags into the passengers. It was just like earlier: head on a swivel, movements tense and quick, body ready to fight.

"Fucking hell..." Eden growled loudly when she saw Reagan and his girlfriend coming after her.

"Fuck you both. I hope you have a day you deserve!"

Eden flipped them off as she got in her car, started it, and drove off, her hand out of her window and grinning at the rear view mirror as she heard shouts behind her. When Eden looked forward and glanced to her left, she almost slammed on the breaks from making eye contact with those familiar blue eyes.

Alex stood there, his hands tucked away in his sweatshirt pockets and his hood was pulled up. He stared back at her before being obscured by a passing bus. When it went away, he was gone.

"Alex..."

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The rest of the day, Eden slept.

It didn't matter if it was only 10am when she got home from shopping, put everything away, and went to bed again. She needed to regain all the sleep she missed from this past deployment. It really did a number on her, physically and mentally.

Price had called briefly before her third nap, the man saying something about going on another mission involving an AQ cell in Portugal. Soap was going him while Gaz and Ghost were on a separate mission. He made sure to tell her he would call when he got home and he loved her before he hung up.

Every time she closed her eyes, all Eden saw was Alex. She saw him staring at her, and from what she remembered, he was missing a leg. He looked different too. His hair was darker; he had scars peaking out on his neck.

Did I see his ghost?

Eden quickly dismissed the idea. She didn't believe in ghosts, nor did she believe in a heaven or hell. Once someone was dead, they were dead. It was a bitter way of looking at life, but she also saw it as a way to make sure she lived her life to the fullest. She made sure to make a difference in this world before she became nothing but dust in the wind.

The next time she woke up, it was when she heard a loud thud and objects shattering in her living room. Eden sat up, glancing to her digital clock to see the time 12am on it. She grabbed her handgun from her nightstand and got up from her bed, gun held up and quietly walking down the hall.

Eden hugged the wall as she peeked into her kitchen, eyes narrowing to focus on an open window across the room here the living area was. A small draft blew in and moonlight shone through the sheer curtains.

Sensing someone behind her, the blonde spun around aimed her gun at the intruder. Since it was dark, she couldn't see who it was, but it was most definitely a man.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

There was no response as he raised his hands and slowly reached toward the lamp on a small table, the man switching it on to reveal himself. Blue eyes stared back at Eden as she froze, tears immediately streaming down her face as she registered who it was.

"Alex?" She whispered as he slowly walked to her and reached up to push her handgun down.

"Alex..."

Eden dropped her gun onto the couch before she wrapped her arms around him and he engulfed her in a hug. Both of them started to cry as they held one another, Alex caressing her head and pressing kisses to any part of skin his lips could fine.

"It's me, baby. It's me." Alex mumbled into her neck as she shook from crying. He could feel her fingertips digging into his back as she held onto him.

"I thought you were dead!" Eden cried as she pulled away and stared up at him.

"That was the plan, but I couldn't... I couldn't...."

He pulled away and moved his hands to caress her face. She instantly pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself against his body. Alex kissed her back as he stumbled backwards and leaned against the wall.

"Hey, Eden..." Alex spoke between kisses and she stopped, backing away as if she did something wrong. He stopped her though and rested his hands on her hips, keeping her near him as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I can't stay long." He told her. "I'm sorry."

Eden shook her head as she wrapped her arms around his waist, not wanting to let go of him. He held her close to his chest, head resting on top of hers as he closed his eyes.

"Can you stay the night?"

"Of course."

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A/N: was originally going to be smut but the way this was written...it didn't work. maybe next time i'll just write the filth xD

Hawk is my COD oc and will be making more appearances soon enough. If you would like to know more about her, let me know and I'll post character sheets for her :]

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eemamminy-art · 1 month

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I am thinking about them a normal amount.. I only spent the last 2 months lovingly drawing this doodle page 🥴

#stardew valley #sdv fanart #sdv alex #sdv alex x farmer #alex mullner #sdv #stardew valley fanart #my ocs #oc: mallory #m/m ship

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sebscore · 7 months

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

LATE NIGHT TALKING

pairings: f1 drivers x driver!reader (indirectly)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“True.” The seven of them chorused.

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

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

“I would choose Pierre to date.”

“Yeah, we know, Yuki.”

#f1 fic #f1 fics #f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc x reader #female f1 driver #f1 x you #f1 x oc #f1 imagines #alex albon x reader #pierre gasly x reader #george russell x reader

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rene-spade · 20 days

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miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry

poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)

synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?

note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people 😭✌️ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry

WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)

miss.y/n📍belle river, la

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miss.y/n back where I belong ☀️🌷🐊🐝🐍🌿🐠

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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby 🤗

miss.y/n yes maman 🤞😊 you know I’m protected

user oop who’s protecting you miss ma’am

user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd 😩😩🙏 I’ve needed y/n’s cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE 🗣️

charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange 😍 but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!

see translation | your mom is right

user stopp didn’t y/n break things off with them???

user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back 💪🗣️

carlossainz55 hope you’re doing well mi dulce ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isn’t happening

user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3

user SHE’S BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH

user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere 😭 what is pierre part??

user3 how didn’t you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun

user this might be a reach but y’all think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show 🤣🤣

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Alex’s leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. She’d been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charles’ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. They’d grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldn’t understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.

“No answer.” She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit she’d had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.

“She left us for a swamp man.” Charles pathetically finished Alex’s thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.

“Don’t say it like that!” Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, “She didn’t leave us— not in that way! I told you she was homesick!”

Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman who’d ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. You’d visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasn’t home to you like Louisiana. You’d met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alex’s part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.

When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.

“With us is her home.” Charles replied, sucking his teeth.

“I can’t even—” Alex didn’t have to finish, the two had the same thought. They can’t even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.

Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chance— but this wasn’t what they were expecting.

Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, “He doesn’t have any recent social media so I can’t even stalk him.”

“So we will just go there!”

“And what? Become swamp people?” Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.

“Cha, that’s so ridiculous.” Alex mumbled.

“It is—!” Kika agreed suspiciously fast, “I just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?” It’d only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.

They’d only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Well— it wasn’t technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didn’t take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers weren’t blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didn’t hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charles’ now 3-month-long denial stage.

“le lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?” Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)

“They might have a point,” Daniel winced with a wide grin, “I think you’ll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?”

“None of you are visiting our girlfriend!” Alex frowned.

“Ex,” Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, “She jus’ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.”

“I knew this would happen.” Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, “cet endroit est sa maison.” (that place is her home)

“You’ve never heard ‘if you love something, let it go’? If it’s meant to be, she’ll come back.” Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.

“We just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didn’t mean to take her away from her home—”

But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestly— you were lovely. He imagined he’d be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.

“I don’t understand why she ran away like that!” Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your part— a mean way to get their attention.

“His ears are a little big.” Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.

“et cela! regarde nos oreilles!” (and that! look at our ears!)

Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, “Maybe he’s just a nice guy, man!”

“We are nice!”

“Let me see.” Carlos walked around the table to see Alex’s phone.

She’d googled the name of your alleged new boyfriend— Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show ‘Swamp People’; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.

“Eh,” Carlos shrugged, “his ears aren’t that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?”

“Exactly! He is a pervert! I’m calling her again, actually.”

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miss.y/n 📍pierre part, la

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miss.y/n me and my dirty swamp man foreva 🤞💛🌷🦆

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user STOPPP SHE SAID THAT’S MY MAN N IMMA STICK BY HIMMMM

user2 stfu 😭✋ the fact that this man most likely has no idea that this is going on

user3 his brother liking her posts and filling him in

miss.y/n jokes on y’all Jacob doesn’t know what’s going on either

bellahadid beautiful lily faery and her dirty swamp bf <3

miss.y/n <3 literally

user BELLA⁉️

arthur_leclerc beautiful view of the water, ma sœur!

see translation | my sister

user THEY SENT Y/NS FAVORITE LECLERC BROTHER IN TO PLAY DAMAGE CONTROL

user2 not “my sister” 😭😭😭 leclercs let her go challenge

user y/n’s harem coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 😭😂🤣

this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee

taglist; @alliwantisadonut @splaterparty0-0 @charizznorizz

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#f1 fanfic #f1 fic #dark! f1 #f1 grid x reader #obsessive f1 #charles leclerc x reader #poly f1 #f1 oc #obsessive charles leclerc #ex! charles leclerc #Charles leclerc fic #carlos sainz x reader #alex saint mleux x reader #alexandra saint mleux #f1 reverse harem #swamp people x reader #chase landry x reader

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thatsdemko · 8 months

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junipers dad- g.russell

pairings: George Russell x albon!fem!reader

fc: lyssieloooloo (from ig and TikTok)

requested: y - “What about something to do with all the pets the Albion’s have?? I think it would be super cute if George was trying to soft launch the relationship but because he’s such good friends with Alex people just assume that he’s hanging with the Albon family. And then it just culminates into either Albon!reader (or maybe Alex😂) just getting tried of George’s moping that his long planned out soft launch isn’t going to plan so they just decide to hard launch.”

a/n: a little something to lighten to mood xx— ps happy non-red bull podium!!

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f1updates: it seems like George is hanging out with the Albon’s this weekend after Silverstone! he posted this cute picture of an albon cat ☺️

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f1lover22: I love that George and Alex hang out!

charleslechair: Alex and George two besties that can’t be separated

alblondo: is that y/n?! that’s so cute that George is friends with all of his sisters

princessgeorge: I’m also p sure that’s y/n’s cat juniper!

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he sits cross legged in the chair, juniper sound asleep in his lap while he scrolls through Instagram for inspiration of his next launch. the last one was an ultimate fail considering half of formula one fans believed he was just hanging out with Alex. didn’t they know juniper was your cat?

“what’s got you so consumed online?” you peer over his shoulder, he’s searched high and low on the instagram tag ‘#softlaunch’ and it makes you giggle that he’s warped into introducing you properly to his instagram.

“why don’t you just post a picture of me and juniper? that way it looks more like you’re hanging out with me than with Alex.” you take the sleeping cat out of his lap, an alarmed grunt comes from her lips as you hold her in your arms for a picture.

“that outta do it right? Alex is nowhere to be seen.”

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georgerussell63: spent some well needed time off

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albon_pets: 🐱❤️

maxverclerc: omg did George spend the weekend with the Albons?!

lewrussell: obsessed over that he and the albon siblings are friends

mercedesgeorge: everyday George proves more and more that he and Alex are still besties

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“I don’t get it, why does everyone think we are friends?”

“well to be fair you did post a picture from junipers birthday party and everyone remembers that day.” you say it in a matter of fact tone that makes him groan as he scrolls through the comments.

albonlover: george was adopted by the albon family and I think that’s so cute

britcedes63: does he regularly hang out with them? I wouldn’t be surprised! he and Alex are really close

he shuts off his phone and watches you play with juniper. the fish on the stick being her worst enemy as she attempts to tackle it down in the air when a brilliant idea comes to his mind.

“why don’t you post me? that way everyone will be suspicious on who you’re dating!”

you roll your eyes playfully at his comment, but when you look over at him he’s handing you your phone to take a picture of him and juniper.

“if this will make you happy, then why not?”

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f1gossiplover: photo submitted by anonymous! y/n albon seems to have a new man who looks awfully similar to George?? what’s everyone’s thoughts!

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hamilton44: that’s not George that’s some imposter

gaslycharles: too short to be George

gr63babes: I know George and that’s not him

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“what do they mean that’s not me?! that’s so clearly me in the picture.” he huffs in annoyance, phone balanced against his water bottle as he eats breakfast. the recent topic of your posts for each other is all he seems to be able to talk about, and you’d had enough. you’d really thought that semi hard launch would’ve been enough to make fans suspicious, but nobody budged.

you curse Alex for being such close friends to George, that way it was ten times harder for you to actually post the relationship like normal couples.

“why does it matter so much to you again?” you sit beside him, reaching over you take his phone and toss it into the empty chair beside you. he’d spent enough time on the device than paying attention to you.

“I just want to do it right. I don’t want to hard launch you and you realize it was too soon.”

you smile at his concerns and reach to grab his hand, “you’re too cute, Georgie, but truthfully I don’t care how you post me, but it seems to be upsetting you very much, so I have an idea.”

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y/nalbon: juniper enjoyed some sun with her dad @ Georgerussell63

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albon_pets: uncle George has been promoted!

georgerussell63: daddy loves you juni!

roscoelovescoco: playdate soon?

mercedesamgf1: petition for juniper to join us in the paddock?

williamsracing: not on our watch!

lewishamilton: where do I sign up to get me and Roscoe matching sweaters?

alexalbon: don’t hold your breath she’s still making George and me our matching jumpers

tags: (sorry to lazy to tag everyone just gonna tag a few) @monzabee @lovelytsunoda @oconso @motorsp0rt

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fishnchip3011 · 2 months

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movie date

#my art #farmer wren #sdv farmer #stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #sdv oc #stardew valley oc #sdv #stardew valley fanart #alex sdv #sdv alex #stardew alex #stardew valley alex #alex x farmer #comic #stardew valley comic

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faux-ecrivain · 5 months

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Yan! Crossdresser

(First Official Post)

Yan! Crossdresser that only dressed up for fun or because he was bored. Then he sees you, he tries to approach you in his usual clothes, but you don’t even look at him. (maybe you have an aversion to men, maybe you get along better with girls, or maybe you just don’t like men.)

Yan! Crossdresser who, after seeing your reaction to his ‘normal appearance’, decides to approach you dressed as a woman. (He’s even wearing a dress in your favorite color)

It’s a bit awkward at first, it always is when you meet new people, but it’s especially awkward when the person you’re meeting is such a beautiful woman. This new person says her name is Alex, you shake her hand in a nervous manner (ignorant to the flush that graces her face) and then the two of you are hitting it off. It’s almost like Alex knows everything about you.

Yan! Crossdresser who just couldn’t believe it worked so easily, he expected you to be somewhat reluctant to meet new people. But you weren’t, you were so friendly and kind (that’s what he likes about you), but you’re just so oblivious. (He can’t believe how lucky he is that you aren’t the least hit suspicious about all the information he knows about you)

Yan! Crossdresser who goes out of his way to wear your favorite colors, to dress as your ideal partner. (No matter how irritating how those ribbons on his dress were, don’t even get him started on the hours he spends on his makeup)

Yan! Crossdresser who goes shopping with you, spending hours picking out the perfect outfit for you (maybe some of them are a size too small, just so he can help you put them on)

Yan! Crossdresser that goes out of his way to seduce the ones that are interested in you, despite how much he despises them, only to promptly get rid of them (probably hiding those love rivals in his basement)

Yan! Crossdresser who painstakingly prepares the perfect date to ask you out, he contemplates telling you who he truly is, but then he chickens out (he’s worried you might not like him if you knew the truth)

Yan! Crossdresser who decides to continue this facade of being a woman, cutting off those from his past, those who would recognize him. (He barely even talks to his family anymore)

Yan! Crossdresser who becomes flustered once you express the worry you feel after seeing how distant he’s become to the ones he used to consider friends.

Yan! Crossdresser who has to resist the urge to shower you in kisses when you hold him close and tell him that you’ll be here for you, that if he’s going through trouble with his friends (and family) you’ll be here for him.

His heart begins to beat ferociously the moment you embrace him, his face flushes an embarrassing amount and he almost squeals when you run a hand through his hair, trying to comfort him.

He cautiously embraces you, his arms winding around your waist and he buries his face in your chest.

(You’re mildly uncomfortable, but you’re trying to be a good friend, and Alex doesn’t mean any harm. At least, you don’t think she does, but sometimes Alex’s behavior if suspicious.)

He feels lightheaded (probably all that blood rushing to his face) and he never wants to let you go.

Yan! Crossdresser who decides to drag out this facade for just a bit longer, he’ll tell you the truth one day, just not any day soon.

(Alright, here’s my first official post, I’m not very proud of this post, but hey, I’m a beginner and there’s always room for improvement!)

#Yandere oc #first official post #yan oc #Yan! Crossdresser oc #What should I name him?#my writing?#first oneshot #Enjoy this possible fanfic #yandere x reader #Yandere Crossdresser x reader #Alex my oc

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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Price, sighing: Bad news, Team. We're stranded.

Sweetheart: WHAT!?! NOOOOO WE CANT STAY HERE WE NEED TO LEAVE

Alex: Sweetheart--

Sweetheart, franticly pacing: The WEREWOLVES come out at night, man.

Sweetheart: I DONT WANT NO BODY TO EAT ME

Sweetheart: I GOT THICK THIGHS

Sweetheart, pointing: I GOT A FAT ASS AND TITS MAN

Gaz, worried: Relax!

Sweetheart, flailing her arms: WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT AND NO ONES GONNA FIND OUR BODIES

Price: Come 'ere.

Sweetheart: WHAT

Price, pulling her in for a hug: You're having a nervous breakdown.

Sweetheart, whining and crying immediately:

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aviscarrentals · 17 days

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i want to play a (racing) game

a series of f1 fics based off of some of my favorite horror movies

charles leclerc- the shining

you, your boyfriend, and a bunch of friends decide to spend your winter break together in a giant hotel. what could go wrong?

max verstappen- it

after years away from your hometown, derry, you suddenly receive an urgent call from your long-forgotten childhood friend, alex, that leads to you returning to the very place you swore you would never face again

carlos sainz- a quiet place

after losing everything you know when the world fell into apocalypse due to the invasion of alien-like monsters with some very sharp ears, you find a new family in the other survivors

lando norris- scary movie (saw parody)

you wake up next to a stranger in a dimly lit room chained to a chair, which is bolted to the floor. luckily, the situation turns out to be more humorous than terrifying (may or may not be 100% based off of the jerma episode of generation loss LOL)

fernando alonso- freaky

you wake up in the body of a middle aged man. but not just any man. a man who also happens to be a wanted serial killer.

george russell- the purge

you and your best friend alex's annoying best friend, george, have to work together to survive the purge night (lily's also there)

pierre gasly- unfriended

you and your friends video call every friday night to hang out together. unfortunately, an angry spirit has decided it wants to spend some time with you guys as well...

mick schumacher- fnaf

after countless failed attempts, you've finally found yourself a new job! the bad news is, it's a night shift and you're scared of the dark. so, naturally, you drag your boyfriend along with you.

alex albon- child's play

when you and your boyfriend unexpectedly have to take in your young niece, you two struggle to make a connection with the little girl. maybe splurging on the cool new doll she's been wanting will fix that.

yuki tsunoda- final destination

what do you do when some random guy that you've never spoken to before tells you he's seen visions of you dying? what do you do when it turns out he was right and death is pretty pissed off?

oscar piastri- the menu

you and your husband have worked non-stop to build a successful, stable life for yourselves. you two really deserve a break. how about a fancy dinner on a remote island prepared by one of the most revered chefs in the entire culinary world?

ollie bearman- scary stories to tell in the dark

it's the final halloween before you have to move away from your hometown and your best friends since birth. hopefully you can make it a night to remember.

lance stroll- the cabin in the woods

you and your boyfriend decide to invite some friends to spend the weekend in a little log cabin in the forest as a way to momentarily retreat from your stressful lives. well you definitely won't be getting any rest this weekend, that's for sure.

logan sargeant- scream (aka yelp)

an eerie masked killer has made its way into your town and is slowly picking kids off one by one. who could it be? is there anyone you can trust? prologue chapter 1

liam lawson- happy death day

happy birthday! i hope you're excited because this will be the longest day(s?) of your life

sebastian vettel- the texas chainsaw massacre

it's summer, which of course means it's time for a roadtrip! unfortunately, you and your friends decided to visit texas, usa, where everything's bound to go wrong (because it's texas, usa)

kimi raikkonen- would you rather

desperate times call for desperate measures, although at this point desperate would be an understatement. so when the perfect opportunity falls right into your lap, who are you to turn it down?

jenson button- halloween

it's halloween! the spookiest day of the year. even though you don't bother participating in silly little holiday celebrations, there are some traditions you can't ignore…

mark webber- 28 days later

the world has gone to shit. even so, you're doing everything you can to survive, despite how hard it is on your own. maybe it would be better if you formed a team?

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stinkiesdraws · 8 months

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💅✨ No one will ever know.💅✨

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angsthology · 2 months

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“i don’t have a problem!” — or an alt title: roo definitely “doesn’t” have a problem

just a little predicament

a/n ended up not liking this much

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

in truth, like every memory she has, it was all a blur.

(should she get her brain checked? maybe. but that’s a conversation for later—if she remembers.)

one moment she was walking innocently with her little snoopy water bottle (that once had am alfa romeo logo on it but fred eventually gave up on trying to remove the stickers she had put over it) on her right hand and her phone on her left; deathly focus on the game on her screen.

next, she was shoved—gently but firmly, surprisingly—onto a chair in a dark room. now only one light turned on above her eyes making her squint. wait —are her hands tied?

then a scold came from the dark, but she doesn’t think it was exactly directed at her.

“what—no! what’s wrong with you? you’ll hurt her eyes! turn on all the lights properly.”

…george?

the lights then turned on properly.

woah. so crowded.

she scrunched her brows together in confusion.

“what’s going on?” she asked a bit quietly.

“we need to talk—” the brit started.

“you have a problem!” a french accent interrupted.

“—mate!” he scolded the alphatauri driver.

said man shrugged, “i am not wasting any more time on this, she needs to know.”

“know what?” she asked.

“here’s the thing kid—”

“we need to talk about your… m problem.” the french whispered the last part.

m problem? she was so confused, she said the first thing that came to her mind, “menstruation?”

suddenly all the men in the room frantically answered together in a strings of ‘no’s and defenses saying it has nothing to do with that m.

“okay so… what?” she paused, “and where is nando?”

the monégasque in the back with his arms crossed scrunches his brows, “what’s he got to do with this?” he whispers mostly to himself.

“nando is getting taken care of.” george answered shortly.

“YOU’RE KILLING HIM?”

he shook back, “what– no! he’s fine! —well…”

“GEORGE.”

“he’s with lando!” he raised his hands in defense quickly.

“THAT’S WORSE!” she cried.

in response, the monégasque in the back couldn’t help but snort.

“russell! we are getting off-topic.” complained the french driver.

said man cleared his throat, “right. thank you, pierre.”

“you can thank me by speeding this up.”

george ignores him, eyes back on the girl on the chair looking up at him with clueless eyes.

“you have a mahjong problem.”

she scrunches her brows, “what—problem? i don’t have a problem.”

“yes you do.”

“name one time—”

suddenly a new voice emerged from the side, “okay! grid picture, three weeks ago.”

“alex?”

“that’s me alright! —yeah, remember when you tried to remove me.”

she scoffed, she was about to say something but he beat her to it.

everyone was getting called one by one to be placed in their spots in the frame when the two williams driver stood on opposite ends of the line as they were to wait for more instructions from the photographer when suddenly the—not yet called for—alfa romeo driver walks over to nicholas and without uttering a word, pushed him out of the lineup—he could’ve been offended, but truth be told he was far too busy being confused—then proceeded to move to the other side of the line towards his teammate.

the photographer, previously focused on his work, took a step back when he saw the woman running around just to see what was happening.

the girl—like she had done with latifi—pushed the thai driver out of the line up and steps back to see the full picture.

“mahjong match…” she mumbled under her breath.

“oh, please, you’re just bringin’ stuff up. latifi’s over it!” she raised her hand to point towards the canadian driver.

the attention moved to said driver, he lift both his hands in surrender, “jury’s still out.”

they all then turn back to her accusingly.

then, carlos—completely spawned in out of nowhere—opens his mouth, “i mean; i don’t think you have a problem, cariño—”

“butt out, kiss ass.” alex glared at the spaniard, resulting in the latter to throw his hands up in surrender.

roo rolled her eyes, “whatever! it was just that one time, doesn’t make it a problem!” she defended.

only, her defense was cut by a too-familiar voice. “oh, it’s already a problem.”

her eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the person who showed.

“NIKA?! you’re part of this?” she exclaimed.

said girl uncrossed her arms and walked over to her friend tied to the chair.

she rolls her eyes, “when it involves my stuff, yes i’m a part of it.”

at that, the driver on the chair blinks. she inhaled as if she was about to say something but stopped herself short, closing her mouth shut again. she blinks again, eyes then looking around as if to find something.

“…right.” she looks up at her friend.

she nodded with pursed lips, “yeah.”

nika was calmly scrolling through twitter on her laptop with the glee soundtrack playing in the background when she was—harshly, rudely interrupted with a person slamming the door open into her room.

she screamed, closing her laptop shut and throwing away.

—okay, but it wasn’t like she was looking at anything bad… she was just embarrassed (for some reason) and panicked.

“can i borrow your keyboard thanks.”

the girl didn’t spare a second or wait for an answer from her friend before sitting down on her organized desk right besides her friend’s bed where her the white and pink bluetooth keyboard was placed.

when she finally recovered from the shock, nika whipped to the side and glared at her racer friend (that was in her own world).

“pineapples!” she scolded—eyes widening when she sees her removing both of her shift keys from each side, “what the hell are you doing?!”

at that, the girl did a double take at her friend before stopping. “oh, hi nika.”

she then looked back towards the keyboard in front of her then to the two keys in her hand to the missing ones on the keyboard.

It was still quiet besides the music in the background, nika still looked at her friend a bit angrily but also mostly confused and waiting for an answer or anything from her while roo herself was practically spacing out.

she didn’t re-address it, instead look towards her friend, “what do you think of having filipino food for dinner?”

nika clicked her tongue at the slide of topics, eyes blinking back in somewhat surrender, “uh, sure.” she shrugged.

With that, the driver replied an audible ‘okay’ before getting up and leaving.

“wait! but my key— oh whatever.” nika tried before giving up and dropping back to her bed.

“ohh…” the alfa romeo driver nodded in realization.

at that, nika jutted her chin forward with an ‘you are unbelievable’ expression. “yeah! ‘oh’, bitch.” she barked.

george then swoops in grabbing the younger girl by her shoulders from the back and gently pulling her away muttering; “alright you’re too close to this.” before handing her over to a slightly cautious charles.

then pierre got her attention, “you have a problem.” he stressed, again.

“oh hoot, what’s your problem why so personal?” roo barked back at the french. “are you still pissed at me from that lake trip?”

“no!” he answered a little too quickly and too aggressively for it to actually be a no.

george quickly swooped in—again—and shooed pierre away before a cat fight could start between the two. “can we wrap this up? i have people who are looking for me.”

“cops?” alex remarked.

“the fbi?” roo chimed in.

they both giggled together at their own jabs.

the target, on the other hand, wasn’t impressed. “i hope you both dnf next race. —whatever! i don’t know why i’m fighting two degenerates like you about this. back to you,” he turned to the girl, “as your punishment for you horrendous behavior–”

“i’m sure i wasn’t that bad…”

“—mahjong or not, you’re a menace.” george cut her back off. “you’ve lost your phone and any other gadget privileges for the next two weeks.” he finished.

her jaw dropped, “WHAT?!” she yelled.

“technology cleanse, it’ll be good for you.” he smiled, hand extending to pat her shoulder only to be caught off-guard by her face snapping to it trying to bite him, treating back his hand with a high-pitched scream escaping his lips.

he gave her one last glare before leaving the room with the rest following behind, charles being the last one to actually bid her goodbye.

then she was alone in the room tied to a chair.

—wait.

she was still tied to a chair.

“guys!” she immediately called out when she realized, “i’m still tied to this chair…” she tried. “…guys?”

later

the alfa romeo driver sighs once more, her face propped up on by her chin on both her hands. she was bored out of her mind.

“what’s wrong, kid?” her trainer popped out of nowhere.

she lifted her head to look at the man, “hey, mikey. nothing, just really bored. mother russell took away my phone.” she complained with an eye roll at the mention of the british driver.

“oh,” he the paused, opening his pockets to fish for something. a second later throwing something fairly small from it.

she didn’t exactly get a heads up but thanks to her racing driver reflexes, she caught it.

a lighter?

she looks up at the man again, one eyebrow raised in question.

“play with that.” he says casually with a smile before making his way elsewhere.

she was still confused but… sure.

lightning up the match, she stopped.

“woah.”

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both men sighed again for the several time the last few minutes.

the older man was about to leave as lando re-checked his phone again to find no signs from the others that he should be done.

damn it.

“alright, kid, i think i’m goin—”

lando immediately scrambled to his feet to pull him back, “wait wait wait!” he grabbed the alpine driver by his shoulders and sat him back down in front of him.

he swore he heard a slight cry coming from fernando.

they just stared at each other for a few seconds—nando looking everywhere but at the mclaren driver in front of him while the latter blanks away to think of something.

when the spaniard looked his way, lando didn’t really know what happened but he was sure the deeper part of his brain came to the front defense for him.

he stared the older man dead in the eye and

“she’ll be coming ‘round the mountain…”

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Sometimes it really is just like the movies 💕

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please write about the gzd doing twitch streams! she would have the most entertaining ones i think. she react to different grill the grid videos and funny f1 videos too.

GLASS HALF FULL KINDA GAL

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader

warnings: swearing. drunk reader.

author's note: someone asked for gzd to do some streaming! I know it's not twitch, but i'm quite happy with the way this turned out! X

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• • • • • • •

''Hello, everyone! I am here again, gracing you with my presence!'' Y/N greeted the thousands of people tuning into her Instagram live.

She waved at the camera. ''I hope everyone had a great day or is about to have a great day, depends on where you live,'' she grinned, ''I'm here to live out my influencer life and unbox a package that has been delivered to me.''

Y/N grabbed the box from next to her so it was more visible on the screen. ''My good friend, Daniel Ricciardo sent me a box of his new wine collection,'' she showed the large logo to everyone, holding the box close to the camera, ''and I'm gonna try it out now.''

The young driver opens the package and picks out one of the three identical wine bottles. ''So this is called 'DR3 the Third Cabernet Sauvignon' and it was made in the South of Australia.'' She read the label out loud, an impressed look on her face.

Y/N held the wine bottle up in front of her phone as if she were a Youtuber showing their viewers the make-up product they were using. ''Very, very pretty.''

She took the corkscrew that she had quickly grasped before starting the live and easily opened the bottle. ''This isn't my first time at the rodeo, guys.'' Y/N chuckled as she saw fans commenting about how she opened the bottle with ease.

''Okay, let's taste this baby!'' Filling her glass with wine, she was excited to try Daniel's new wine.

The young woman made several comedic attempts at seeming like a professional wine expert; smelling the drink and spinning her glass around.

''Cheers, everyone!'' She tapped her glass against the screen of her phone.

Y/N took a big sip from the wine, letting out a big ''Ah'' at the end. ''I love this! Holy Moly, Danny Ric!'' She drank from her glass again, immediately filling it up again. ''I'm a fan!''

She glanced at the comments, seeing a certain Australian man camping in there. ''Danny! You're here! I just drank it, it's amazing!''

| danielricciardo that's some fine wine

| danielricciardo happy you like it 💙

| danielricciardo say hi to me, pls

| danielricciardo HI Y/N!!

''Hi, Daniel! I miss you, haven't seen you in a while.'' Y/N pouted, waving to the camera. ''You better be there in Melbourne! It won't be the same otherwise.'' She said, trying to come across as threatening.

| danielricciardo will be there 😎

| danielricciardo miss you too

| landonorris you're drinking again?

Y/N rolled her eyes at the entrance of the Brit. ''Fuck off, Lando. People who have won a Grand Prix get to drink on a livestream.'' She teased him, a smirk on her face.

| landonorris okay, that is mean

| landonorris drink then i guess

Before she knew it, her once full glass was empty again. ''Let's fill you up, eh?'' She cringed as the words left her mouth. ''Ew- that sounds disgusting. Forget I said that.''

''Dan, good thing you put three bottles in here- I'm really enjoying myself and these babies.'' The 'babies' being the wine bottles.

| alex_albon a Y/N drunk live? don't want to miss that

''Albono!'' She greeted Alex, excitedly. ''Where is Lily, though? I want her here.''

| alex_albon my presence isn't good enough for you? 😒

''No, your presence is not good enough.'' Y/N bluntly answered, grinning from ear to ear.

She scratched her voice. ''Am I drinking this too fast? My glass is almost done and I refilled it like 2 minutes ago.'' The driver observed her glass, frowning when she saw it was almost empty again.

| danielricciardo yes, you are drinking too fast

| landonorris no, you're not

| landonorris drink faster

| landonorris I can drink way faster 😌

''Norris, are you challenging me?'' She raised her eyebrow at the camera as if she was looking at Lando in real life. ''Accepted, Rumple.''

| alex_albon this is a disaster waiting to happen

| lilymhe you look lonely, Y/N 😏💋

''Lily! My wife is here, guys!'' Y/N yells as soon as she saw Lily's comment. ''I do look lonely,'' she smirked, ''I bet you can fix that.''

| alex_albon STOP IT

| alex_albon ENOUGH

| lilymhe wait for me ❤️❤️❤️

''Alex, you stop it with the jealousy! Never let someone's boyfriend stop you from finding your wife, guys!'' She told the viewers as if she was a teacher telling her students about an important subject.

Y/N took another big gulp from her wine, leaving it empty. ''Should I just drink from the bottle, cause I don't plan on stopping soon.'' She showed said bottle to the viewers as if they could talk back to her.

''Oh, fuck it.'' She put her glass away and started drinking from the bottle itself.

| danielricciardo CALM DOWN

| georgerussell63 You worry me sometimes.

''Go away, Russell George!'' Y/N exclaimed, waving her hand at the camera. ''You only drink tea, you're not allowed to judge me.''

''I'm just joking, you can stay.'' The pretend annoyed look on her face was replaced for a genuine smile. ''As long as you don't judge me, you British tall glass of water.'' The driver quickly added with a teasing grin.

| georgerussell63 I have to go.

| georgerussell63 I have to make tea 😉

| landonorris BYE GEORGE 👋👋👋👋

''Anyway,'' Y/N gave the camera a sassy look, ''we should turn this into a Q&A! If you have questions for me- please leave them in the comments!'' She loudly clapped her hands together, scaring herself at the loud sound.

| user1 Y/N, are you drunk yet?

''No, I'm not drunk,'' the woman answered, ''I have a very high alcohol tolerance!''

| landonorris she doesn't

| danielricciardo No, you really don't

| pierregasly you were on the floor after one pastis 😅

''Shut up and when did Pierre get here?'' Y/N shook her head at her colleagues' comments. ''Gasly, you don't know what you're talking about.'' She dismissed his reply, despite knowing he's telling the truth.

| user2 there's something behind you

Y/N's eyes widened at the comment, slowly looking behind her. ''Dude- fuck off! Don't say stuff like that! I don't have a ghost in my house!'' She put her hand on her heart, feeling the rapid beating underneath her palm.

''It would be cool to have one, though.'' She thought deeply. ''Like, I would be less lonely and we could keep each other company… I hope they're like, cool, like not a serial killer, you know? Or a child- UGH! Please, don't let it be a child! I like kids, but I don't want to have one and especially not a ghost one.''

| landonorris who is youre favourite driver? 🤭

| georgerussell63 It is 'your', Lando.

| alex_albon your*

| landonorris don't you have drivers to hit?

''My favourite driver? Well, Lando, that's an excellent question! My answer is Lewis Hamilton! My favourite McLaren driver of all time.'' She smiled evilly.

| landonorris 😑

| danielricciardo excuse me

| danielricciardo that's my wine you are drinking 😤

''Danny, you're my second favourite! And my bottle is almost done so you can see that I'm really appreciating the wine.'' Y/N defended her answer, once again showing the bottle to the camera.

| user3 How old are you?

''I'm 23!'' She replied, excitedly. ''That's also the amount of brain cells Lando has, funny enough.''

| landonorris meanie

| landonorris I don't want to be your friend anymore 😢

''Wait- we were friends to begin with? Oh, Lando…'' Y/N dramatically shook her head, sighing in feigned disappointment as if she were a teacher upset with her student. ''You have so much to learn about the real world.''

''Also, now that we're on the topic of the real world,'' she started off speaking about the new thought that had somehow found its way into her head, ''Pluto.''

''Like, I feel so bad for them. They were just chilling, you know? And then on one tragic day, they were just kicked out - as if they were nothing. I wonder how they're doing these days. I was heartbroken when I received the news. The solar system hasn't been the same without them.'' She bumped her fist on her chest and pointed at the sky, shouting Pluto out.

| danielricciardo pls stop drinking

| danielricciardo you're doing it again

| user4 WHY IS SHE TALKING ABOUT PLUTO BEING KICKED OUT OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM HELP

| user5 SHES SO DRUNK OMFG

''That second bottle is looking very sexy right now, I can't lie.'' Y/N eyed the second bottle in the wine box, pursing her lips.

| alex_albon Y/N NO!

| pierregasly dude, you're on live 😂😂😂

| user6 DONT DRINK MORE

''You know when you tell a child that they shouldn't do something, but it makes them want to do it even more? Yeah, that is what's happening right now.'' The driver chuckled, grabbing the bottle out of the box and opening it with the corkscrew.

''I already know I'm going to regret this, but frankly, I don't give a shit.'' And with that she took a large gulp of the wine.

| user7 do you want to become world champion this year?

Y/N gave the camera a side-eye as she read the question out loud. ''I mean… isn't that kinda the point? HA! No, I'm just doing all of this for funsies.''

''But Max will probably win this year again… I'm gonna try to not let that happen, but that Red Bull… it's too good.'' She sighed, getting more real thinking about the season.

''You know… maybe the real World Championship is the friends we made along the way.''

| charles_leclerc oh, you are really drunk 😂

| pierregasly I told you, charlito

| zhouguanyu24 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

| landonorris someone needs to hack her account and stop this

''Please, don't hack my account.'' Y/N said in a monotone voice. ''Am I acting bad or something? I'm just answering questions, Lando.''

| nicorosberg Hello, Y/N! 👋

''BRITNEY!'' The young woman exclaimed as she noticed the former driver's comment. ''You know how this shit works? Damn, what can't Nico Rosberg do?''

''You're still my favourite Monaco-based Youtuber, by the way.'' She winked at the camera, pretending it is the German she's winking at. ''I can't believe I have a World Champion watching my Instagram live.''

''You really are a legend for 2016, Brit.''

| nicorosberg Thank you!

| danielricciardo I think it's time to log off, Y/N…

| user8 NOT HER TALKING TO NICO LIKE THAT 😭😭

| user9 Y/N PLS TALK ABOUT BROCEDES WE KNOW YOU GOT THE TEA ☕️☕️

| user10 lewis and seb watching this : 👁👄👁

''Gentlemen, a short view back to the past-''

THE LIVE HAS ENDED

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