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5 + sebchal 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi!!! Sorry this took all day, I don't know how to write short things. Hope you enjoy! 💚

sebchal + "I guess you are right" - send me a prompt!

Charles had changed his mind no less than fifty times about whether or not he should have simply flown to Switzerland instead of driving all the way up from Monaco. He’d already spent a good sleepless night before he left weighing up the pros and cons – flying would definitely have gotten the whole thing over with whatever the outcome, but driving through the French countryside and most of Switzerland gave Charles the most time to try and prepare a speech.

(The quickest way would have been to drive to Milan and then go North, but Charles wanted all the extra seconds the universe could spare him).

He’d spent the night at a hotel in Geneva that he couldn’t remember anything about other than the luxury setting and soft sheets, Charles still wasn’t able to think about much other than his destination.

He and Seb still exchanged Christmas cards, and Charles cherished every single one, which was why he thankfully didn’t have to ask Mia to ask Britta for Sebastian’s address. Something that would have added an extra layer of embarrassment to what Charles was about to do, maybe to the point of talking himself out of it, but he was glad that the irrational part of his mind was still winning out as he threw his weekend bag into the boot of his car (not his custom Ferrari, but a rental white Audi. He wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible).

Charles had expected the weather to be nicer for the second week of August, but instead the air was cool and the sky a barely there grey as he set off on the next leg of his journey.

He didn’t realise that he was in love with Sebastian until their last race as teammates, and every day since he’d kept his feelings buried so deep down there would be moments Charles would almost forget they were there. But then he’d see an Aston Martin drive past him, or a butterfly hovering on a flower and they would come back to the surface almost ten time stronger.

And now that Sebastian only had nine races left in his F1 career, for better or worse Charles decided he had to go to Switzerland to finally tell him how he felt.

The sky darkened the further into Switzerland Charles drove, and by the time he was 20 kilometres past Bern thick heavy raindrops started to batter the windscreen. He briefly considered pulling over at a service station but there was a small fire in his chest telling him to keep going, to keep driving.

Even in the pouring rain, Switzerland was beautiful. The deep green forests, the towering mountains that put the ones in Monaco to shame, the deep blue lakes that looked so much like Sebastian’s eyes it was borderline unnerving. Charles knew from the handful of pictures Seb had shown him over the years why Seb called the country home. There was a split second where Charles felt like he might be able to call it home too, but he gripped his hands tighter round the steering wheel to snap himself out of it.

As the pit of his stomach kept telling him, there was no guarantee Sebastian would now or ever love Charles back.

He allowed himself ten minutes at a service station just outside Lucerne for an espresso and a pep talk. After all, how hard would it really be to tell an ex-teammate that Charles was so in love with him he felt like bursting into flames if they were stood too close together.

Back in the driver’s seat, Charles gently brushed his hands down his navy button up shirt before resting them in his lap, allowing himself one deep breath before starting the car again, and driving away.

The closer he got to Sebastian’s house the more his throat seemed to tighten, to the point where he almost couldn’t breathe when Charles finally turned off the motorway and the satnav told him he would be at his destination in five short kilometres.

At some point the intensity of the rain had decreased to a light drizzle, Charles barely noticed it as he stepped out of the car but that might have been because he was fixated on the very unassuming front door to Sebastian’s house.

It was a dark wood with black metal fixtures screwed into it, and a tiny square glass window near the top. Charles was tall enough to look through it but he couldn’t see anything, as the rain started to fall heavier once more.

His whole mouth felt dry to the point he wasn’t sure if he would be able to get a word out let alone a sentence, and he realised that he’d left his coat in the car but he couldn’t turn and get it now when he was so close. Instead Charles slowly curled his right hand into a fist, and he knocked his knuckles against the wood three times.

All Charles could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the ground.

What was he thinking?! He should have called first, or at least texted Seb back in Lucerne to see if he was at home. For all Charles’ luck Sebastian was back in Heppenheim visiting his family and friends, or on holiday somewhere with someone that wasn’t Charles.

Why did he drive all this way in the hope that Sebastian already loved him in return?

Charles forced down a large gulp and bit down on his lip as he took two small steps away from the door. He didn’t want to leave, but maybe he had to. Maybe he would be better off letting his dreams of Sebastian go, maybe it would be easier this way.

He had just moved his left foot to turn himself round when the door opened.

“Charles?” And there Seb was, his gorgeous blue eyes wide as he looked Charles up and down in complete disbelief.

“Seb.” Charles said his name with a sigh of relief and a bright smile. He was right there, barely two metres away. If Charles tried hard enough he could probably smell Seb’s aftershave alongside the rain.

“What are you doing here?” “I love you.”

They both said at the exact same time, their faces fell mirroring each other perfectly.

“I’m sorry.” Charles said quickly. “I didn’t… I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I had to tell you before you left.”

Seb’s eyes glanced past Charles at the Audi with its French licence plate, and quickly put two and two together.

“You…” The hand that had been rested against the door frame fell to Seb’s side. He was wearing a light grey crewneck that Charles was sure he’d seen Seb wear on multiple factory visits to Maranello paired with dark jeans and navy socks. “You drove all the way here?”

“I know it’s stupid.” Charles wasn’t sure if he was speaking about his feelings or his life choices. “I couldn’t tell you over the phone, I wanted to see you before Spa because if I don’t tell you now I don’t think I ever will. Because in time I’ll be able to live with not winning the title this year but I not if I say goodbye to you without you knowing how I feel.” The words tumbled out of his mouth almost as fast as the rain was falling from the sky. Charles briefly panted to regain his breath while his heart continued to hammer against his ribcage. He was soaked through now, but he didn’t care. He already knew that Seb turning him down would be worse. Clothes could dry but broken hearts were always harder to fix.

Sebastian blinked slowly, not once had his eyes left Charles’ face since he clocked the rental car parked in his driveway. His eyes were still wide, they looked like an ocean Charles would happily down in.

It was only when Charles realised that Seb still hadn’t said anything at all, that he opened his moth to start forming an apology, only to be cut off by Sebastian lurching forwards to cup his warm hands around Charles’ jaw as he tilted his head down to kiss him.

It was a fairly chaste kiss, but it was more than enough.

“You need to get inside.” Seb said quickly after he pulled away, his eyes darted all over Charles sodden clothes. “You should have worn a coat!”

Charles’ head now felt so light he had to grip onto Seb’s forearms out of fear he was about to float away.

“I guess you are right.” He said with a lazy smile, and he let Sebastian pull him inside the warm house. “I have a bag in the car-” Charles said as Sebastian shut the door behind them.

“Later.” Seb said firmly, pulling Charles in for a longer, deeper kiss.

#It's a bit rough bc it's been forever since I've written a prompt but I hope you like it!! #asks #argentinagp #lourdes tag #my writing #sebchal

[gr63wdc]

hii gio: geochalex reality tv au?

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it i know nothing about the bachelor or how reality tv works, but i hope its good lol. also, this will be my first posted fic, so sorry in advance </3

when pierre nominated him to be the bachelor, he meant it as a joke. it was a stupid bet that wasn’t supposed to go anywhere at all. but with one rose left and a live audience waiting on him, charles feels like he should have shut down this whole thing way earlier.

the host is speaking, something about how the season has gone, but charles isn’t hearing a word. he’s spinning his last rose in his hand, watching the petals flutter and twist. the producers took all the thorns off, like they have with every other rose, and he wishes that they left them on. maybe it would be enough to ground him.

“charles, whenever you’re ready,” the host says. charles can feel the eyes of everyone, both audience and crew, staring at him, waiting for his decision. he has been dreading this bit, not because of all the people, even if it certainly doesn’t help, but because he doesn’t think he can choose. george is so sweet and earnest and alex funny and kind and he’s in love with them both.

“i can’t do this,” he says, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye. how cliche is he, running away on the reality romance television show? he’s sure the producers are loving the dramatics.

he doesn’t know how long he sits outside staring up at the night sky, feet submerged in the pool, before george and alex find him. they sit on either side of him, but don’t say anything.

“i’m sorry,” charles says. “i didn’t think it would be like this. i can’t choose between you two.”

alex bumps his shoulder gently, and charles feels immensely grateful for him in that moment.

“me and alex have been together since week two, actually,” george says.

“george!” alex exclaims. “what happened to easing him in?!”

charles is at a loss. the two guys he’s in love with and had to choose between have been dating this whole time? alex is still going on about how it would have been better to build up to the whole dating thing, george failing to argue his point in response, but charles feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

charles grabs alex’s face between his palms and kisses him, then turns and kisses a stunned george, before either of them can say anything more.

“there,” he says. “now you are dating me, too. do you think the producers will still make me give one of you the rose?”

“mate, i think they’re more interested in the drama than anything else,” george says.

they sit with their feet in the pool for a long while, before some harried crew members find them. but it doesn’t matter, charles thinks, because he can see forever in them.

#ask games #gio.asks #gio.fic #argentinagp #lourdes💖 #geochalex #rpf #f1 rpf

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10 & 19!

Lourdes do you have the slightest idea what have you just asked me? Thank you so much for asking :DD

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

maybe we got lost (in translation) a thousand times over. Beyond the fact that it is my second fic that has broken the 100 kudos barrier which is already insane to me cause I did not expect anyone to read it since its a niche ship imo, the way people see the fic is so different from the way I saw it as I wrote it. For me it is a fic mainly about language and communication and how it changes based on who we talk with. Also specifically Esteban's relationship with English is very much based on my own experience with it, from being thrown into an English-speaking group and told to swim to English slipping in even when he is speaking in a different language ('the language spoken is a mess of French and English') Meanwhile at least from comments people see the relationship between Esteban and Lance way more strongly than I do. Which fair, it was partially written as a love letter to my bilingual friends who try to understand me even when my brain does not comprehend language and in hindsight I sometimes ignored the language part in favor of developing their friendship so I can see where they are coming from. And the fic is tagged as estelance so... lol Essentially what I am trying to say here is that people focused on way more on a part I considered secondary than I did while writing it, but I can see why. Also I've gotten so many nice comments on it and even tho I forgot to respond to them I do reread them on the regular because they spark so much joy (also first time someone whose writing I enjoy commented on my fic and it sent me for a loop lol)

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

I actually dont have that many wips rn, I know, shocking, its mostly just scribbled ideas and disconnected scenes. And kinkmeme claims cause I currently have uh... 50 of those

Anyway i do have this. A race engineer!Oscar AU Loscar in which Logan has never been normal about anything related to Oscar. Ever. Starring Logan as a pining mess, Oscar as the calm and collected love interest and Fred, Alex, and Liam as the victims of Logan's pining

“Good morning Logan.” Oscar says as a first thing on the first day of testing over the radio and Logan returns back to his thoughts of screaming, almost vibrating out of his seat in excitement. Goes back to his year old promise of not doing anything stupid ten seconds into the season. Hopes that when the cameras catch his inevitable joy after he gets back to the garage it will be brushed off to just being glad to be back in the car, rather than anything else. As a worst case scenario, he will just put up the Alex Albon patented peace signs because those always somehow make pictures so much more grounded and Alex is really onto something there, Logan needs to study it. He will need it for this year. Probably. Maybe. Most likely. It's fine. It's, whatever. It's definitely not that Logan also spends so much time looking at Oscar in meetings that Fred has noticed. It's definitely not that Fred, with all the subtlety he has, cornered Logan in his drivers room and unceremoniously asked what gives two days into the season. Logan deserved that one probably. When Logan tries to brush him off, it seemingly works because Fred lets himself be brushed off, does not mind Logan redirecting the conversation onto another topic instead. Logan does not know what actually awaits him days later. It's Liam this time, who corners him a few days later, after testing, after the first race weekend of the year properly starts, right after the last free practice before qualifying. Being Formula Two teammates must have done something to their understanding of personal space between each other because Liam waltzes into his driver's room like he owns the place without even knocking. Logan has a half mind to kick him out just for that, force him to knock before entering.

(this got long but look, this is 300 words out of 7.8k that i am fighting to stay under 10k it's small okay?)

fic writer ask game

#ask #ask game #argentinagp #i have not ranted about maybe we got lost (in translation) for a hot sec. glad i could change that today :3. i love talking about it #also rereading bits of it jesus christ i was comma heavy when i wrote it. english does not have that many commas girl (gn) what #also if anyone wants to talk about (working name) galaxy collapse aka the loscar wip that lives rent free in my noggin hmu

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5 & 8!

Hiiiiiii dear thank u for ur asking and ur patience as well 💖💖

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

I wish I had an exciting 5th paragraph, I looked at all my active wips for one :( But here is the one from girl!alex/lando wip

“Yeah,” he says, “but you already know that.” He can’t even meet her gaze, like she’s studying his reaction.

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

i dont think i'll ever write this but i did have an idea for an acosi sequel!

i was gonna do a bit of a time jump and write from alex's pov instead, starting right after logan's come out very publicly. alex feels anxious and protective over logan abt it but it’s really just a projection of the anxiety he’s feeling—now that logan’s out, alex’s having all these feelings about how logan could easily just find someone else who’s closer and better and is he /really/ that special or is he just logan’s first? This is all ofc very stupid Logan’s obsessed with him he has nothing to worry about. 

Alex is also going through a lot of Big Feelings abt the relationship getting serious yet them usually being so far apart. I think Logan does a better job of masking those feelings so Alex has this whole ‘it’s eating me alive that I have to leave in a week how are you so normal???’

This whole lack of communication/ not being on the same page would be the centerpiece conflict of the sequel and OBVIOUSLY they would work it out bc they’re soulmates etc etc but that’s what I was gonna do for a sequel!

#EDITED NEXT DAY the whole acosi sequel part bc i didnt think i explained it properly~~ #acosi didnt have a playlist it just had ONE song which is delicate by ts #and if sequel has a ts song itd be labryinth :) #ask game #ask #argentinagp #she writes #acosi lolex

[pipitwrites]

"ditto" by new jeans

If Alex had known Charles was going to be back in town for the party tonight—well, she might have come anyway.

“Eighty-twenty odds,” George says, her legs a confident shoulders’ width apart because she’s picked up the worst mannerisms from her new finance colleagues. Alex kicks at the back of her knees just to see her crumple into the corner of the kitchen island with an undignified yelp. It’s a very nice counter, topped with a lovely dark granite slab with subtle veins of white spidering through the stone. Classy, functional.

“Hi Alex,” she hears and her head immediately whips up. Charles is wearing what has to be the ugliest Christmas sweater in the entire history of mankind, the lumpy, pilling fabric rolled up to her elbows and heaped under her chin in a thick cowl neck, giving her arms and neck the appearance of dainty twigs poking out from a yarn explosion.

“Hey,” Alex says, mouth dry. George mouths eighty at her over Charles’s head before walking away with her hands raised. Alex is tempted to throw a piece of popcorn shrimp at her, but that would be a waste of the frankly horrible, overly fried hors d’oeuvres. Instead she forces it into her own mouth in an effort to shut herself up. Tragically, Charles seems to find it all amusing, cheeks dimpling as she giggles.

“Happy new year,” Charles says, always sweet as she kisses Alex’s cheek. “It’s good to see you again.”

It’s been nineteen months since Charles’s new job took her across the universe, not that Alex has been counting. “Yeah, you know,” she says, flapping her hands about vaguely. “We’ve still got a minute left.”

“I found some of your stuff,” Charles says out of the blue, nibbling on a cracker. It would be more painful if Alex hadn’t been receiving texts in that same vein at a rate of one every two to three months. They had never been particularly good at separating out their laundry while they were roommates and Charles has always been a mess in the house.

“I told you, you can just wear them.” For all of Charles’s thieving habits, her wardrobe crimes were mostly limited to the cheap oversized t-shirts that Alex would buy in bulk to wear to the workshop.

“It’s not clothes.” Charles bites her lip, looking almost nervous now. “They’re photos and cards and things.”

“Okay…?” Alex says, bemused. “I mean, you can just send them to me, you know where I live.”

“I was thinking you could come back to my apartment to look at them. My new one. Here.” Charles’s eyes seem to glow like a little stars, bright and determined as Lando turns off the lights and George begins to lead the countdown from the living room.

#spotify wrapped 2023 meme #replies #argentinagp #hehehe... some different girl chalex <3 #cl16 #aa23 #charles/alex #my fic

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lourdes i'm so so glad aanya listed you as somsone to follow, your edits are SO good and your gifs are SO beautiful i'm a HUGE fan of your blog and work <3

#askbox #argentinagp

[seblrina]

🍓🍓🍓🍓😁

lourdes!!! we've been mutuals for quite some time now and i love seeing how your content and style has grown. you inspire me so much and i am so in awe of your talent and all the hard work you put into everything you create!!! you are such a staple on my dash. beloved argentina mutual, i think about you every time i'm reading news i hope you're doing ok 🩵 i'm so glad we're mutuals

#asks #ask game #argentinagp

[mcl38]

🍓🍓 (also i realized so late we were mutuals, i was confused for a long time hdjsjd)

u've got SUCH elite gifs and edits oh my GOD also beloved alex stan which is of course the best thing someone can be<3 whats rly cracking me up tho is im literally the anon u got a couple days ago for that other ask game saying i was confused abt whether we're mutuals LMAOOO so you :handshake: me being unclear abt it weep. its probably bc i interact w my main not my sideblog?

mutuals send me a strawberry emoji and i will give you a compliment

#argentinagp #ask #ask game

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MotoGP 2023

Marco Bezzecchi gets his maiden win at the Argentina Grand Prix with a dominating performance on a wet track.

#Marco Bezzechi #MotoGP #ArgentinaGP #MotoGP2023

[racingliners]

<3🍓🍓🍓

Gosh your edits man... they should be hung in the Louvre. You're so talented I'm genuinely in awe of everything you post, not just because of the quality but also your versatility in being able to make lots of different styles of things. (I still can't believe you both followed me back and have stuck around like you're very much the Cool Mutual™️ to me).

mutuals send me a 🍓 and I'll complement u!

#asks #argentinagp #lourdes tag #I would love to talk more to you too I just get really anxious about messaging new people and I talk myself out of it 😭 #but like you're really great; a real gem!

[gr63wdc]

i want mutual bingo!! 🥹

lourdes, you are such a talented gif maker and i'm always in awe of your work <333. also, thank you for helping me push the geochalex agenda o7

mutual bingo

#ask games #gio.asks #argentinagp #lourdes💖

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7 & 9!!

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

Galex friendship in the year of our lord 2024? More likely than you think, coming soon to an ao3 feed near you as a few scenes in timeloop fic

In response and to dispel the heavy air between them, George gently shoves Alex so that Alex stumbles closer to the sea and into the sand on the beach. He feels sand fall into his shoes, knows that it is now stuck in his socks and that he won't be able to get it out until he runs them through the washing machine, “George!” He screams indignantly.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet

From my current ideas doc I really want to write a galex royalty AU entirely based on this gifset and the fact that someone on the tags said it looks like a prince and his knight.

Not really fleshed out except it will probably be modern -ish entirely cause I tend to get too particular with medieval -ish world including high fantasy stuff and I don't have the time and patience rn to create a world I would be satisfied with. Other than that it will hopefully be lighthearted and tropey as shit because I havent written something like that in a while.

Maybe this will be my summer project after timeloop and wag au fest are done... much to think about

wip procrastination ask game

#ask game #argentinagp #lourdes tag

[lewishamil10n]

green for the lewis pic! 🫶🏻

hiii lourdes<3

send me a color for a lewis pic from my pinterest board

#asks #lourdes #argentinagp #ask game

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#ummmm this is um. lando/girl!alex fic

I WANT to know more about this... if u want to share...

hiiiiii thank u for ur interest 💖 it is most recent new wip i was. ~inspired~ by finding out lando used to have a poster of alex on his wall which is like. if it was a bigger ship ppl would go insane abt that but its not so :/

anyway could not stop thinking about this fun factoid and it spiraled into a fic idea. i just think the idea of a man getting a chance with his childhood crush and making a fool of himself is So Fun. he fumbles so badly. i've written abt 1k and will hopefully finish it?? idk. its not super original its very tonally similar to femdomverse i just like writing abt men being humiliated what can i say

#lando norris has the best sex of his life and girl!alex has the typa sex u tell ur girlfriends abt and laugh. thats the concept #he leaves her hotel room like yeah thats never happening again. 100% blew it. will jerk off abt it for years to come tho #i always appreciate asks asking abt my wips 🥺🥺🥺 ily #she writes #ask #argentinagp

[pipitwrites]

ohh i want trick or treat to if you can!!

happy halloween!! 🧡 this is. barely an outline. but i'm VERY fond of this idea ;;;;;;

ALEX does a cardcaptor sakura and accidentally opens a magical book that releases a deck of magic cards, and now he must save the world. charles is the keeper of the cards who in his magical form is a little cat and in his true form is a strange beautiful boy who wants to try all the delicious things that alex brings home.

at first, alex makes charles stay inside his apartment all day bc charles does not quite understand modern society norms and would certainly draw unwanted attention... but charles meows pitifully bc he’s curious and wants to see the world!! even if it’s from alex’s pocket. he likes alex’s pocket. alexander is smart and strong and good and obviously pure of heart to be able to open the book of cards, so of course he will find all the cards and restore order to the world!!

alex is the best person he has ever met in all of his four hundred of years, charles tells alex very seriously over soufflé pancakes covered in cream and fresh berries. alex thinks that this says more about the people that charles has met, people who have tried to use the cards (and charles) for ill. still, alex must try his best to succeed because he does not want to disappoint charles… charles is in many ways so easy to please... but sometimes it's the simplest things that are the hardest to find.... someone who will care for him and respect the power of the cards…

when alex and charles are like. in the final boss battle against the Big Bad who is trying to stop alex from securing all the cards. and the evil antagonist tries to distract alex by telling him that charles is just using him, he can't trust charles!!! alex immediately defends charles bc charles is Good and of course alex trust can him... and the antagonist says, "he's been lying to you all this time," and alex is about to tell him to fuck off again but charles is so, so pale and shaking, and alex asks, worried, "charles?" and the antagonist laughs! "see! he hasn't told you that the energy needed to seal all the cards is enough to kill a man." and alex can't believe it, but charles isn't denying it. "that's not true, right, charlie?" alex asks again, slowly becoming scared.

and charles is like very desperately, "i would never let anything hurt you, alex," and that's it. that's what alex was afraid of. because he understands immediately that charles was going to sacrifice himself to pay that price.

#halloween meme #argentinagp #cl16 #aa23 #charles/alex #my fic #works in progress #... barely... 😭😭😭 #replies

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photos of my comment: alex and his 1st karts

oh my god!! i love baby alex being such a huge vale fan i can picture him watching all of the races each week and rooting for him 😭🤍

#emma.ask #alex albon #valentino rossi #argentinagp