#fomula one fanfic

[scuderiahoney]

Oscar Piastri x reader // in motion pt 1

hockey au part 1: moving in, family dinner, and the first game of the season. also featuring: a whole bunch of other f1 cameos. 4.9k words

warnings: alcohol, slight reference to injury, my limited knowledge of college hockey, it’s a bit slow burn-y but i hope you get the vibe

You’re sitting in Lando Norris’ room, a basket stuffed to the brim with goodies perched on your lap. You’ve just finished going through them with Lando, explaining each one in excruciating detail. There are snacks, -both healthy and non healthy- study items, some school gear, and everything in between.

“You’re crazy,” Lando says, brows raised. “Like. Clinically. Coach told me to keep an eye on him, not… mother him.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t you want him to feel welcome? S’gotta be scary, coming to a new team his junior year.”

The two of you are talking about Oscar Piastri, the hockey prodigy who, for two years, has been playing at a different school. Now he’s headed to play with Lando’s team, and his coach had strongly suggested that Lando take him under his wing. He’s moving in as one of Lando’s roommates in their off campus house today, so you’d made him a welcome basket. You’d been thrilled about the whole idea. Lando’s less excited, it seems.

“I do want him to feel welcome,” Lando says, collapsing backwards onto his bed and sighing. “This just seems a little overboard.”

“When am I not overboard?” You ask, hugging one knee to your chest.

Lando purses his lips, then shrugs. “You’ve got a point.”

You hear a commotion downstairs, and both you and Lando sit up a little straighter. You can hear Max Verstappen, the team captain, talking, probably showing Oscar around the house. You wiggle your fingers on the bed in excitement. Lando sighs in mock annoyance. He’s smiling, and you can tell he’s excited too. You know him well enough to know that. You’ve been friends for years and years now.

Lando stands up and nods towards the open bedroom door. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

You follow him down the stairs and into the living room, where Max is standing with Oscar, explaining something and waving his hands around as he speaks. You and Lando lean in the doorway, his head stacked above yours, and wait patiently for them to notice you. Max does first, and his eyes light up. He waves the two of you in and introduces you both to Oscar, who smiles politely.

You’re holding the basket of goodies in your arms, and you hold it out to him. “This is a little welcome present,” you say, blinking softly.

Oscar takes the basket into his hands and blinks softly. His cheeks have gone red, and you feel your own face grow warm as he looks up at you. His hair falls over his forehead, and he smiles. Oh. Oscar Piastri is cute.

“Wow, thanks,” he says, quietly. “This is great.”

Lando leans over your shoulder. “You’re welcome.”

You elbow him, so hard he hunches over and groans. “Fuck off, Norris, you did nothing.”

Oscar laughs, muffling it behind his hand, and you feel quite proud of it. Max is quick to pull Oscar away after that, muttering something about showing him the rest of the house. Lando, having recovered, stands up and glares at you. You shrug. Then something pops into your head.

“Hey, family dinner is at 7:00 tonight,” you call after Max and Oscar, and Lando winces at the volume of your voice. “Don’t be late! I’m talking to you, Max.”

Nearly everyone shows up to the family dinner that night, which isn’t how they usually go. The whole team doesn’t live at the house, but Sunday dinner is open to everyone, and people make appearances based on their schedules. The guys who do live in the house are almost always there, of course. And you, because you almost never have anything better to do.

Oscar comes down to dinner in a Timberwolves hoodie that you recognize from the gift basket, which makes you feel a bit giddy inside. He stands on the edge of the crowd of people in the kitchen, like he’s a bit afraid to even put a toe in the wrong place. You smile softly at him from across the room as you open a bottle of soda. That same pretty blush returns to his cheeks.

Someone notices him, finally, and announces his presence. They’re hockey players, so they jump straight into teasing and far too aggressive handshakes. You let out a little sigh of relief as you see some of the tension fall from his shoulders. He looks happy to meet everyone, a smile slipping across his face. You can’t help the matching one on your own lips.

“Told you he’d be fine,” Lando says, nudging your shoulder.

You nod. “Yeah.”

Across the room, you hear someone comment on his hoodie as they tug on the front of it. “Nice, already repping the team!”

He nods, looking towards where you and Lando stand at the counter. “Oh. Yeah. Lando and his girlfriend gave it to me.”

The room falls silent for just a few seconds, and then they all erupt into laughter. Oscar looks around, bewildered, face even redder than before. You roll your eyes at the rest of the boys.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” you state, and Oscar scrunches his face up sheepishly. “And, like I said before, Lando did absolutely nothing to help.”

“You know, you could sound less disgusted at the idea of being my girlfriend,” Lando suggests.

You roll your eyes and pick your drink up off the counter. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Alex, a goalie on the team who’s leaning on the counter nearby, nods along. “Besides, it’s not like you could ever pull Bunny, Lando.”

Lando puts his hand on his chest in mock hurt. Alex’s comment is met with resounding agreement. Oscar looks even more confused. There’s a little furrow in his brow that you think is honestly quite adorable.

“Bunny,” Max says, pointing at you, always happy to explain something, “is her nickname.”

“It’s a long story,” Alex pipes in.

Oscar doesn’t ask more than that. When everyone sits down for dinner, he’s quiet, especially compared to the rest of them. He’s still settling in, you remind yourself. A new team must be daunting. As everyone talks about class schedules and syllabuses and how they can’t wait for the hockey season to start, you relate to him more than he’ll probably ever understand.

After dinner, the rest of the team files out. Eventually, you’re left at the dining table with Lando and Max. Their other roommates, George, Alex, and Charles, are in the kitchen cleaning up the leftovers. Oscar has disappeared, off who knows where doing who knows what. He’s probably still unpacking. It’s a Sunday night, and when you decide to head back to your own apartment, Lando offers to walk you home. When you leave his house, you look up at the window in the corner from outside. The blinds are closed, but Oscar’s light is on.

…..

You quickly find out that you and Oscar must be in the same major, or at least a similar one, because you keep bumping into him during the first week of classes. The strange thing is that he doesn’t seem to notice you, or maybe it’s just that he doesn’t care to. You’re in at least three lectures with him. He barely looks at you in any of them, and never acknowledges you.

He’s just as withdrawn at the hockey house, where you spend most of your free time. He’s not mean, he’s just not exactly social, either. After the first family dinner on the day he moves in, he misses the next three, which is nearly unheard of for someone who lives in the house.

Lando seems to think it’s fine. “He’s showing up to training, he’s talking to the team, he listens to the coaches well. Maybe he’s just not a social guy.”

“Or maybe he just doesn’t like you,” Charles, the alternate captain on the team, suggests.

You glare daggers at him, reach into the mixing bowl in front of you, and lob a bit of cookie dough at his head. He dodges it with expert precision. It smacks against the wall and sticks. Damn athletes and their good reflexes.

“Hey, hey, no food fights,” Max says, having walked into the kitchen at the worst time.

He’s glaring at Lando, who throws his hands up in innocence. “It wasn’t me this time!”

Max turns to Charles, who points a finger at you. The captain gives you an exasperated look, resting his hands on the counter. He usually reserves that look for Lando, or one of his other teammates when they’re causing trouble. You hate having it directed at you.

You shrug. “He was being mean.”

“Was not!” Charles whines, and you roll your eyes at him. “All I did was suggest that maybe the reason Oscar’s quiet around her is just that he doesn’t like her.”

Max hisses through his teeth. “Charlie, that’s mean. Come on, who wouldn’t like her?”

You smile brightly. “For that, Max, you can have the first cookie.”

Max grins widely and reaches over to rub his hand against the top of your head. It’s the same way he rubs his gloves against his teammates' helmets when they’ve done well. You think it’s the only way he knows how to show affection. As he steps past you, Oscar walks into the room. You’d be worried he overheard the four of you talking, but you know he’s just arrived at home- you’d heard the sound of the front door. He greets everyone with a nod, sidesteps you, and heads for the fridge.

“Want some cookie dough, Oscar?” You ask, waiting with bated breath.

Charles narrows his eyes at you, obviously offended by your offer compared to you throwing it at his head. Lando’s watching you with amusement on his face. You want to punch both of them.

“Oh, no thanks,” he says.

He grabs a protein shake and then leaves the room again with just another nod. You pout at his back as he disappears.When you turn and look at Max, he’s giving you a solemn frown.

“We’ve found the one man immune to Bunny’s charms,” he says, shaking his head.

The cookies take a while to bake, and by the time they’re done, the house is empty. Everyone’s off at practice. You pack them up into a container, knowing if you time it right you’ll catch them on their break. Then you walk over to the rink, which is only a short distance away, cookies in one hand and a book in the other. You sit in on practices sometimes. Their coach only acts mildly annoyed about it. It usually helps when you bring baked goods along with you.

You take your usual seat down near the bench when you get there. A couple of the guys wave when they spot you. The head coach glares at you from the corner of his eye and then makes his way up into the stands, headed for you.

“Hi, Seb,” you say as you smile up at him as you take the lid off the container of cookies. “I made chocolate chip this time.”

Sebastian, or Coach Vettel, as everyone sane calls him, sighs and grins before reaching into the container. “They’re still warm!”

You nod, watching as he takes a bite. The smile stays on his face, which is a marker of a job well done. He turns over his shoulder, and you cover your ears just before he whistles to the team.

“Take a break!” He yells. “Cookies!”

Half the team scrambles over to the bench. Sebastian waves you down towards them. You follow him out of the stands and down to the bench, where Max is leaning over the wall, hands outstretched.

“I was promised the first cookie,” he says, elbowing Charles when he gets a little bit too close.

You hold the container out to him. Behind him, Oscar is face to face with the goal on the ice, shooting pucks like he doesn’t realize they’ve called for a break. Your heart sinks. Not even the cookies can make him look your way. Max catches your gaze as everyone else takes a cookie and scatters away, either to sit down or meander on the ice. He nudges his hand against your wrist and smiles softly.

“Give him time,” Max says with a shrug. “He’s trying to find his footing. Trying to prove himself. He’ll open up when he’s ready.”

You sigh heavily. “I don’t know why I care so much.”

“Because you’re a good person,” he says, and you feel your face heat up. “Because he’s new and you worry about him just like you worry about all of them. But that’s my job, too, okay? So trust me.”

You nod. He nods back. Then Lando comes barreling up, yelling something about cookies. You hand him a couple and listen to him whine about the practice as Max tries his best to keep the morale up. Behind them, Oscar shoots another puck into the net.

When they go back to practicing, you watch for a bit before you open your book. The season is ramping up, and their first game is only a few weeks away. The first practice was rough, it always is- you remember Max coming back to the house, so frustrated he wouldn’t even speak to anyone. They’re in sync now, though- passes connecting seamlessly, moving like a unit on the ice. You’ve missed it, you’ll admit. The scrape of the skates on the ice, the slap of the sticks against the pucks. When Lando asks if you’re excited for the first game, you’ll fake a yawn, just to keep his ego in check, but really, you can’t wait.

After practice is over, Lando yells up to you in the stands. “We’ll walk you home, yeah?”

You nod in agreement. You give them time to get packed up and changed and then meet them in the lobby of the rink. Slowly but surely, they all filter out. Lando’s first, hair soaking wet, and he shakes the excess water on you. Then Max and Charles, deep in a conversation you’ll never understand. George and Alex follow them out, and you peer behind them, looking for Oscar.

Max nudges you towards the door. “Oscar said not to wait for him.”

You try your best to hide the frown. Nobody but Max seems to notice, and he doesn’t point it out. He just smiles softly at you, like he’s trying to be reassuring. It works a little bit.

Your apartment is a few blocks down from the rink, sort of on the way to their house, if you don’t mind making a small detour. They always insist on walking you home, whether it’s one of them at the end of a family dinner, or a whole group on their way home from practice. Tonight, George and Alex peel off to head straight home, while Max and Lando accompany you. They’re chatting about the team, about practice, and you don’t really start paying attention until you hear them say Oscar’s name.

“I think he’s downplaying it,” Lando says, kicking a rock down the sidewalk. “I think with him, we have a real chance at the championship this year.”

Max is quiet. You know this is a sore spot for him. The team hasn’t won a championship since before Max and Lando’s freshman year. They’re seniors now. They’ve been in the playoffs every year. The championship has been just out of reach every time. They all want it so badly.

“Let him downplay it,” Max says. “Don’t put too much pressure on the guy, you know? Besides, better than him being a cocky asshole, huh?”

Lando twists his face up, but he nods. “Guess we’ll see at the game next week.”

You perk up even more at that. The first game is only days away. The whole campus is buzzing about it, yourself included.

“You’re going to be there, right?” Max asks, turning to you. “Can’t go without our resident cheerleader.”

You nod eagerly. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You’ve reached your apartment building. They each give you quick hugs and then send you upstairs. By the time you reach your bed, you’ve forgotten all about Oscar Piastri and his unwillingness to act like you even exist. You fall asleep and dream of cookies flying across the ice rink like pucks.

…..

You don’t sleep over at Lando’s house often, preferring your own bed to the couch or the air mattress, or, god forbid, sharing a bed with Lando. The two of you are close, but never close enough to be that comfortable with cuddling, beyond long hugs when you’re feeling sad or he’s lost a game. But you’d had a movie night that went on long and when you’d fallen asleep leaning against his headboard, he’d suggested you just spend the night. Then he promptly curled up next to you and passed out.

You’d done the same, but now it’s 1am and you’re wide awake, blinking around the room. The poster the guys all tease him for stares at you from the back of the door- Lewis Hamilton, former Timberwolves prodigy and first round draft pick. It’s a bit ridiculous that he’s still got the poster, really, but you know he’s had it for years. You drag yourself out of bed and head down to the kitchen. Maybe if you can get some cold water, you’ll be able to fall back asleep.

You nearly scream when you walk into the kitchen and find that it’s not empty. Someone’s standing at the fridge, his back to you. It’s Oscar- he’s shirtless, and he turns to look over his shoulder like he knew you were coming. He probably did, you suppose- the house is old and the stairs creak, along with every other floorboard.

“Hi,” he says, quietly. You’re trying not to stare at the smooth expanse of pale skin on his back, or his toned arms. “Can’t sleep?”

You blink a few times, then take a step into the kitchen. “I was asleep. Then I woke up.”

He nods in understanding and turns back to the fridge. You watch as he pulls the pitcher out, then reaches for a glass- two glasses. Something about that makes your heart catch in your throat. You swallow the feeling down and take a few steps closer. His arm tenses as he pours the water. You’re trying not to stare, because really, it’s his kitchen and you’re an outsider here. You’ve never felt like this in this house before, so out of place. He’s the only one who makes you feel that way. You don’t think he’s even doing it on purpose. So you’re trying not to stare, and failing, because honestly, Oscar Piastri is hot. You’re only realizing it now, because you’ve been too focused on him ignoring you before this.

He clears his throat. “So. You’re not Lando’s girlfriend?”

That startles you out of your stupor. He slides the glass of water across the counter, and you step forward to grab it. You drum your nails on the granite and shake your head.

“Nope. Just friends. Strictly platonic.” You state. He raises his brows- you’re not sure what to make of that. “I know me being here at 1am sort of contradicts that, but, yeah.”

Oscar nods. “Sorry. I don’t mean to pry, I just…”

He just wants to know why you are here, if it’s not because you’re dating his teammate. He doesn’t understand. You get it. Between the nickname and your penchant for hanging out around the house and the practices, he probably does think you’re some sort of puck bunny. You fight the urge to jump to your own defense. Oscar’s given you almost nothing. You don’t owe him an explanation in return

You shrug. “It’s fine. Logan asked the same things,” you say, referring to the freshman rookie. “I promise I’m not trying to fuck all your teammates or whatever you assumed. I’m just friends with them.”

You see his whole body tense. You take a sip of your water and study his face. You can’t quite read his expression, not in the same way as you can with most of his teammates. It’s annoying that he’s so easily unknowable. He’s not even trying.

“That’s not why I asked,” he says, quietly.

You almost believe him. You would, really, if he hadn’t been so standoffish towards you for the first few weeks you’d known him. You try to remember what Max said a few days ago. He’ll open up when he’s ready. Or maybe, never at all.

You take the glass with you when you head back up to Lando’s room. “Good luck on the physics quiz tomorrow.”

He calls out a soft, “you too,” at your retreating figure.

It’s a kind gesture, but you’re definitely going to fail the quiz. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

…..

You file into your seat at the first game of the year surrounded by the smell of hot dogs and soft pretzels and cheap nacho cheese. Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, is already waiting in her spot next to yours. She’s wearing Alex’s varsity jacket. You’re clad in a hoodie you stole from the hockey house, one you’re pretty sure used to be Max’s at one point. It’s been passed down to other people so many times it doesn’t matter, now. Lily smiles at you when you sit down and tears off a chunk of her pretzel for you. You accept it gratefully. Between the pretzel, the chill in the air, and the sound of Shut Up and Dance by Walk The Moon playing in the background, you feel right at home.

The Zamboni is down on the ice, making its last round. “Did you ask Alex if we could ride the Zamboni this year?”

Lily nods. “He said ‘we’ll see’” she says, mocking his accent and letting out a puff of air. “So. We’ll see, I guess.”

You sigh heavily and lean back in your seat. You’ve been begging them to get you out on the Zamboni for years now, trying to bribe everyone from the players to the coaches. None of the bribes have worked yet. You swear you’ll get your chance one day, but this is Lando and Max’s last year. They’re your best shot- they’re the ones you’re closest with, and the most easily convinced to go along with any of your antics.

The Zamboni leaves the ice, and the players come out of the tunnel, and for the next 60 minutes-plus breaks- you’ll be glued to the game down below. It feels like the whole school has been waiting with bated breath- it’s Seb’s first year as head coach, they’ve got Oscar now, this could be the year. They could win it all. Maybe this is it. When you look over, Lily’s hands are gripping the armrests tightly. You place a hand on her wrist, just to remind her you’re there. She smiles gratefully as Alex takes his place in front of the net, and the rest of the boys take their places on the ice.

Oscar scores 30 seconds in. The two of you lose your minds in the stands, screaming your heads off. Down below, you watch Max rub his glove against Oscar’s helmet, watch the way Lando comes barreling into the younger boy from across the ice. The electricity of it crackles in the air. For the rest of the game, you can’t take your eyes off of him, off of number 81. He’s captivating.

They win with a solid 4-2 score, and the team they played is one of the easier ones, but it still feels good, and bodes well for the rest of the season. Oscar scores two of the goals. Another goes to Max, and the fourth to Charles. You and Lily head to the house before they’re even off the ice, knowing full well what’s about to come. You make quick work of clearing any breakable items from the common spaces of the house, you make sure all the bedroom doors are closed, and you remove anything they wouldn’t want stolen or spilled on- blankets, random hoodies, Charles’ entire week’s worth of homework strewn across the kitchen table. Lily pulls the mixers from the fridge, while you take the bottles of alcohol out of the cupboard. The two of you set up beer pong in the backyard together.

When the boys get home, they bring a crowd with them- the rest of the team, minus the freshmen, the team’s girlfriends and friends and some of their families, and anyone else they’ve picked up along the way. The house already feels full, and you start to usher people towards the backyard, knowing it’ll only get more crowded from here on out. Max pulls you into a hug as he slips past you on his way outside- you pass him a shot, and he smiles gratefully before he tips it back. Lando is hot on his heels, and you repeat the process. They’re freshly showered and starry eyed, riding the adrenaline high. The two of them shove at each other, and they bump into you in the process.

“Good game, boys,” you tell them, smiling brightly at your friends.

“Fucking Piastri, mate,” Lando says, snapping his fingers in a way that makes you wonder if he’s had a shot on his walk here. “I mean, come on!”

Max laughs and shakes his head. You pour another round of shots for the three of you, and Max shrugs, as if to say, why not. You tip them back and all collapse into fits of laughter afterwards.

When you look upstairs, you just barely catch sight of Oscar, disappearing into his room. He makes eye contact with you for just a second, and he smiles softly, cheeks rosy pink. You smile back, and then he turns and shuts the door behind him. It’s the last time you see him that night. The whole team is talking about him, and he’s not even there. You think that maybe you’ll never understand him. You don’t have time to worry about him, though, not when your friends are dragging you outside and begging for a round of beer pong. Oscar can take care of himself.

In the morning, you wake up on the couch in the living room. The sun is just peeking through the blinds, and you’re surrounded by empty plastic cups. Someone has tucked a blanket over you haphazardly, and there’s a hoodie shoved under your head as a makeshift pillow. Max or Charles’ doing, probably, or maybe a joint effort. It’s early, far too early, and you close your eyes to try and fall back asleep when you hear it- the noise that probably woke you up in the first place. Someone’s in the kitchen.

When you lean over the back of the couch and look through the doorway, you find Oscar. He’s surprised to see you this time, it seems- he stops in his tracks, eyes going wide. His cheeks are red, and his eyes are, too- he’s been crying. After all his pretending you don’t exist, you shouldn’t care, but the sight of him makes your heart twist in your chest.

“Hey,” you say, quietly. “You okay?”

His eyelashes flutter, and then he closes his eyes and sighs. “M’fine.”

He’s clad in a hoodie and a pair of shorts, and his running shoes. He’s carrying a water bottle, too. He probably thought he could sneak out of the house and go on a run before anyone else was awake, and that nobody would even know. But here you are. Watching him fight back tears.

“It’s okay if you’re not,” you say, quietly. “I won’t tell. I get it.”

He opens one eye and stares at you, unconvinced. You nod.

“The pressure of the first game,” you suggest. “And you won, but now the pressure’s even bigger to keep it going. And everyone is talking about you but you don’t like the spotlight.”

He nods, chewing on his lower lip. “Yeah. Exactly.”

You rest your chin on your hands on the back of the couch. “It gets easier. Promise. And the guys- they’re just happy to have you on the team. It’s not all on your shoulders.”

He lets out a little huff and rolls his aforementioned shoulders. You can tell he doesn’t believe you, and for a moment, you wonder how shitty of a team he played with before. Max’s first priority as team captain has always been making sure his teammates are okay. Winning comes second. You know it’s not always like that for other teams.

“D’you… do you wanna come on a run with me?” He asks, and you blink in surprise.

You groan and flop back down onto the couch so he can’t see the way your face twists up. You do want to, actually. This feels like an olive branch. But a run is out of the question for you based on the ache in your right knee. Your physical therapist, Lando, and Max would probably all kill you for saying yes. So you say no instead.

“Piastri, I am violently hungover and I think I fucked up my knee last night, so I think I’ll pass,” you say. You hear him walk towards the door, and when he gets there, he turns back to look at you. His cheeks are still red, but his eyes are less watery. “But have a good run, yeah?”

He smiles. “Thanks.”

You can see him through the front window as he gets ready to take off. His breath curls into misty spirals in the cold morning air, and he’s silhouetted by the morning sun. It’s a bit breathtaking, really. When he disappears from view, you close your eyes and try to go back to sleep, comforted by the thought that maybe he doesn’t hate you, after all.

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“Can I hold you?” Oscar asks so quietly it’s nearly a whisper. I look at him, sitting beside me on the bed and I’m convinced his arms would give me more comfort than this mattress. 

“I was waiting for you to ask that.” I move my body closer to him, letting Oscar grab me in his arms so delicately like if he did it too tight I’d vanish. So I move in closer myself, letting him know I’d never go as long as I’m with him. I turn my body, now facing him and all I do is look at him. Watch the way he looks down at me and his brown eyes I’d happily melt into.

My fingers draw shapes on his perfect back and his breathing has become my favourite sound. Oscar holds me in a way that my body is slightly on top of his. And head can perfectly fit between his neck and shoulder. It was as if he was made for me, or the other way around. I grow accustomed to his arms around me, giving me a sense of comfort I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. I’m convinced he’s not human or at least isn’t one of us monsters. Because I’ve never felt so free, not in a sense where I can run through the hills, but where I don’t have to run away from my demons. 

And for the first time in so long my eyes finally flutter, and I’ve beaten insomnia as I succumb to sleep with the sound of his breathing and scent of him. My new medicine, saviour… love– Oscar.

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[norizz-nation]

Charles in his streamer era getting head in his gaming chair

Yes yes yes 😮‍💨🤌🏼

Be quiet ❤️

Summary: you were really in the mood to mess with charles while he was playing sim with his friends

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, deep throat, face fucking, slut shaming

It has been almost two hours since Charles is streaming with Lando, Alex and George. You were never the type to bother him when he’s streaming but this time you were really missing his touch. “Charles?” You called for him as he hummed without even looking at you. You then frowned and ran your hands on his shoulder as you saw he was really focused playing. “I think she’s really missing you mate” lando said with a chuckle. “No no it’s fine lets finish this race first” charles said as you looked at him about to say something as he kissed your hand that was resting on his shoulder.

An idea snapped you out as you kissed his neck and smiled at him. You then got on your hands and knees as you moved slowly under his table comfortably sitting there on your legs. It was so surprising for Charles that you could fit there so perfectly in such a tiny space. You then moved your hands on his thighs as you could see him smirking looking down at you. He loved the way you always wanted his attention. How you always did different things to catch his attention. You pulled his sweatpants down with his underwear and saw his dick already semi-hard. You then licked your lips and kissed the tip of his dick. Placing wet kisses up and down his dick. Feeling it twitch as the kisses became more and more wet.

He started to groan at your sight as you took him in your mouth halfway and started bopping your head up and down. “You alright there mate?” George asked. “Y-yeah absolutely” you smirked at him. Seeing him in this condition made you so wet. “Be quiet” you mouthed those words as you went all in. Gagging around his dick. He breathes were getting heavier as you kept on gagging on his dick making it more sloppier.

“I’ll join you guys later, I’ve got some works” Charles said turning of his computer as he grabbed your face forcing you to look at him. “Youre such an attention seeking slut. Always trying to catch my attention by being a slut.” He then face fucked you so hard that your tears were dropping on his torso. Face being red and eyes being puffy. You always loved it when things like things ended up in this way.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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[writtenfangirl]

I would love to see more Charles lecerc from you, the way you write him is so good. Maybe him trying to convince his girlfriend to move to Monaco with him and it’s all sweet and cute

Treasured Memories

Charles is literally so fine. I could stare at his face all day and not get tired of it. And it really doesn't help that his personality seems just as fine as his face.

I know his native language is French and not Italian but I always thought it would be so cute if I had a boyfriend who could speak a lot of languages and he chooses to call me a term of endearment in a different language than his native tongue.

Fic's only about 2100 words so enjoy!

Part 2

Charles Leclerc has and always will be a determined man.

He wasn’t the kind of person who rested unless he got what he wanted and he did whatever it takes to get the things he wants. 

Whether through his sheet grit, his determination, his talent or the bountiful resources that his family fought tooth and nail to give him, Charles did everything and anything to succeed.

It’s how he won the F2 championship in his first and only season, how he won rookie of the year during his debut with Sauber and why he was signed by the oldest and most respected team on the grid before he had even reached his second year as a Formula One driver.

He rarely ever heard the word no. And when he did, he always knew how to turn it into a yes.

So when he had asked his girlfriend of three years, Y/N Y/L/N, to move in with him, he hadn’t been expecting her rejection.

“Move in with me, amore,” Charles said, his voice cutting through the loud speakers that were playing Harry Potter’s orchestral theme song.

It was one of those rare days when neither Charles nor Y/N were off somewhere else around the world. With the season reaching their summer break and Y/N requesting time off from work to spend time with him, Charles and Y/N had opted to stay in Charles’ apartment and simply relax together. He wasn’t usually one for a lazy day but because he rarely ever got to spend time with his girlfriend, it was easy to forget about his training and his work outs and team strategy building for the day. It was even easier to forget those things when she was peacefully leaning against him, her eyes glued to the TV screen that was playing the first Harry Potter movie as their bodies were protected from the frigid air conditioning with a cozy blanket.

Charles felt Y/N tense before she pulled herself away from him, her weight supported by her arm as her attention shifted to Charles. Harry Potter was just about to tell Draco Malfoy off for being mean to Ronald Weasley and Charles knew it was one of Y/N’s favorite scenes. But she’d forgotten about it as she processed Charles’s simple request.

The words hung in the air and Charles paused the TV before the scene could progress further. He also knew that Y/N would make him rewind back to the scene if she had missed it.

“What did you just say?” Y/N said slowly, her eyes focused on Charles. 

“Y/N, move in with me.”

He fully expected her jubilant shouts or even a wonderful kiss of happiness followed by an ecstatic “yes!” but Y/N did none of those things. Instead she said a very emphatic, “No…”

“No?” 

“No…”

Charles wasn’t exactly stung by the rejection. He was more surprised if anything. He couldn’t understand why she would say no. They had been together three years. It seemed like the most natural course of action for Y/N to move in with him, the next step to bring their relationship to newer heights.

“Why don’t you want to move in with me, amore?” Charles asked.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t think it’s a good idea, Charles. I mean, I moved to Monaco just a year ago. Now you’re asking me to move in with you.”

She did have a point. Y/N did leave London to live in Monaco but she had justified the move because it was better for her career. 

She was an international correspondent for the BBC, which meant she was often sent to different countries around the world. After Brexit, it became harder for her to travel around Europe and, at the time, moving to Monaco was the sensible response.

Being able to see Charles more often was just the added bonus.

“But amore,” Charles protested, “you practically live here already. You have clothes in my closet and skincare in my bathroom. You even have keys here. You see my family so often, maman and my brothers think you’re an honorary Leclerc. I don’t see the problem with you moving in.”

“What about my lease?” 

“I’ll pay for the rest of it.” He deadpanned. “You’re landlord is terrible, amore.”

Y/N winced. He got her there. Her landlord really was terrible. There was always something broken in her apartment, whether it was a broken heater in the middle of winter, a leaky faucet in her kitchen sink, a toilet that refused to flush or a TV that only played static, it took her landlord months to fix those things. It’s why Charles had given Y/N keys to his apartment in the first place. If something went wrong, she could always spend the night. But things went wrong so often that for the past six months, Y/N spent five months living in Charles’ apartment rather than her own.

Not that he was particularly complaining.

He loved having Y/N around.

Y/N’s schedule was just as hectic as his was, likely even more so. She always had three suitcases packed and ready to go just in case she had to leave at a moment’s notice. The rare moments when Y/N came straight to his apartment after a tiring assignment and Charles had been home to greet her were highlights of their relationship. He wanted her to come home to him. And the even rarer moments when he came home to her after his own hectic schedule? Those were memories he etched in his mind forever so he could relive them in his dreams.

“What about my space,” Y/N added. “I work from home a lot and I don’t have a space here to work.”

Fully expecting this, Charles’ next words were unhurried and reassuring. “I’ve already planned it. I can move my simulator and my gaming consoles in the living room. There’s plenty of space here. You can use the game room as your office. I even installed speakers there because I know you like to listen to Taylor Swift while you work.”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot straight up, causing Charles to grin. “Wow,” she said, mildly impressed. “You really have thought of everything.”

He did think about everything. He didn’t want to give her a reason to say no and the only way he could guarantee she’ll say yes was if Charles handled everything so that Y/N didn’t have to put in any effort. She always hated moving and he knew he would have to move mountains and cross seas just to ensure that Y/N would say yes and so he did just that. 

He tried his best not to sound so smug. “Oui. All you have to do is say yes. You don’t have to lift a finger. I’ll call the movers and plan everything and your things could be here by tomorrow if you wanted.”

And yet Charles could see the hesitation in her eyes. Something was holding her back. He knew his girlfriend enough to know that what’s holding her back wasn’t any trivial reason. This was something big. 

“What’s making you say no?” He asked patiently.

“Alright,” Y/N said at the question, her hesitation vanishing and steely determination filling her features. “Do you really know why I don’t want to move in with you? You might not like what I say.”

Charles nodded. He wanted nothing more than to know what horrible reason could possibly be stopping the love of his life from living with him so he could find a way to stop it.

“I’ve noticed a pattern with you, Charles.”

He pulled his brows into a frown. “A pattern?”

“Yes, babe. A pattern. You once told me that in your previous relationships, the love and magic between you two ended when they moved in.”

“What?”

“When you and Giada were together and she moved in, things ended between you two after a year. With Charlotte, it was two. Alexandra had six months. I love you, Charles, in a way that I had never loved anyone before. I don’t want things to end between us.”

He blinked at her once. Twice.

Y/N had always been blunt but she was never unfeeling. She looked as though she wanted to snatch the words from the air and shove it back in herself if she could. “Charles, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to off—”

Charles’ sharp bark of laughter interrupted her. 

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise as laughter shook his body, the sounds coming out from him echoing in the living room.

Her lips pulled into a frown as she took one of the pillows that rested on the couch and hit him with it. “It’s not funny, Charles!”

“I’m sorry!” He howled, not sounding sorry at all as his laughter choked the words from him, leaving him gasping for breath. Tears were beginning to collect in his eyes, further frustrating his girlfriend.

With a growl, Y/N hit him with the pillow again. Charles couldn’t even register the thump of the pillow with how hard he was laughing.

“Y/N, it’s not funny,” he managed to get out as he laughed. He clutched midsection, his stomach beginning to cramp from how hard herwas laughing.

“Then stop laughing!”

“I can’t!” 

“If you’re going to be that way, then fine!” Y/N pushed away the blankets that covered them and began to stand up. Instantly, Charles sobered up, his hand shooting forward to grab Y/N’s arm, pulling her to him. She landed on a heap on his lap, her hair tickling his nose, the scent of her shampoo enveloping him as he threaded his arms around her body and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

She huffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance, causing Charles to chuckle at her. Another kiss on her cheek and Y/N’s annoyed expression softened. “Y/N,” he said gently, “why would you worry about that?”

“Because,” she whispered, her previous annoyance vanishing like smoke, “usually what happens in almost every relationship is that the little traits that we once thought were cute and endearing about the other person become things we hate. I love that you ask me to cook for you whenever I’m at home but what if one day I wake up and I start to hate that about you. I don’t want that to happen.”

“You are being so silly, amore. That won’t ever happen to us.”

“How do you know that.”

“Because I’ve known you for so long and but I still find new things about you to love everyday. Even the things I don’t like about you, I love. And I love those things about you because I love you. Besides, of my past relationships you’re the girl I’m most compatible with. Every chore you don’t like to do, I like doing.” He said the words with a self-satisfied smirk. “You have no reason to say no. So say yes.”

“So long as you’re absolutely, 100 percent sure you want this.”

This time, Charles’ expression could only be referred to as serious. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you, Y/N. I want to spend forever with you and I can only do that if you let me. So please let me.”

“Oh,” Y/N sighed as a smile pulled at her lips, “you Frenchies and your romantic words.”

“Monegasque, amore!” Charles sputtered and this time, it was Y/N’s turn to laugh. 

“I’m just teasing, babe. You’ll have to get used to it since I’m going to be moving in.”

His arms squeezed her tighter, pressing her against him at her words. “You mean it? You’ll move in? You cannot take it back if you say yes, amore. I won’t let you.”

Y/N’s smile could only be described as incandescent. “Yes. I’ll move in. I’ll move anywhere so long as it’s with you.”

And just like that, what was once a normal, pleasant day, was now another treasured memory. He couldn’t imagine anything more amazing than hearing Y/N’s yes. And if he felt this way about her agreeing to move in, he could only imagine how he’d feel when she’d give him her yes after his proposal.

But his impending proposal to the woman he now knows to be the love of his life was another matter entirely. Right now, he wanted to bask in the moment and he couldn’t think of a better way to do that than by laying on his—their—couch, watching their favorite films and holding the girl of his dreams.

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[apollosdaydreams]

Sleeping Patterns

Charles Leclerc x reader

Charles: “I don’t need to go to bed. I'm not tired.”

Y/n: *half asleep* “But darling, I’ll be lonely and cold without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.”

Charles: “O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?”

Y/n: “is it working?”

Charles: *climbs in to bed and cuddles y/n.*

Hey guys this is a part of my new incorrect series I’m going to be doing!! Please let me know if you would want this to be a fic!!

It would be greatly appreciated if you like, comment and repost!! ❤️

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[pdflayn]

I HAVE A CONFESSION (2.2k)

charles leclerc x max verstappen ! one-shot

summary: charles leclerc, born and raised in monaco, a mama's boy, raised to worship the man in the cross who saved us from all our sins. and then there's max verstappen, a man who believes nothing but himself and also a good friend of charles and his family. a man who also made charles crumble into pieces by a mere touch.

warnings: (a bit of) smut under the cut ! mentions of alcohol, religion and beliefs, charles is not a racer in this fic, mention of cigarettes.

note: heavily inspired by false god by taylor swift ! for the past few weeks i have been completely obsessed with it and lestappen are my victims with this brainrot of mine.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

It has only been 30 minutes since Charles sat down but it felt like years, it wasn’t always like this. His mind is clouded and distracted. Distracted with the question of who he worships. Is it the man in the cross? Or is it the man who pinned him against the wall of his bedroom last night?

“Charles! We’re over here!” Max screamed, hoping his voice could be heard against the wild crowd of Monaco’s finest club. It was obvious that the Monegasque did not hear his words, Charles was still wandering amongst the crowd, seeking for familiar faces. Max stood up from his seat, telling the rest of their friends he’ll just get Charles from the crowd.

It was loud. All that can be heard is the upbeat sounds coming from the blasting speakers and chatters of random people kissing each other’s faces. But Charles heard something more than the noise, he heard something calm. “There you are, Charlie.”

He felt Max’s hand wrapped around his arm with a smile in his mouth. He can smell the alcohol in his breath, that’s how close they are. He’s not sure if it’s a right feeling knowing damn well he didn’t have a drop of alcohol yet in his system. His heart was racing, his breathing paced with anticipation. “You’re the last one we’re waiting for at the table, let’s go?” Charles could only reply with a nod. His heart is in sync with the beats from the speakers.

"My god, will they ever stop playing Taylor Swift and start playing proper club songs?" Lando asked irritably while holding a beer in his hand. The rest of the group agreed and laughed. Meanwhile, Charles grabbed another bottle of beer as soon as he finished his first. He was annoyed, unable to sit still. He couldn't forget the warmth of Max's touch from a few minutes ago. They are very close friends, having been together since they were kids. But his touch from a moment ago felt different. His stare, his smile, it all felt different for the Monegasque. It wasn’t right, what he was feeling wasn’t right and the blue and red lights from the club hitting the godly face of the Dutch was not helping at all.

But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

“That’s your third beer already, you haven’t been here for a while. You good, Leclerc?” Max asked when he noticed Charles grabbing another bottle. Charles replied with a chuckle, “I’m good, this beer just tastes good.”

“Anyone wanna go to the dance floor?” Carlos asked excitedly, holding a beer in his hand and in the other is in Lando’s waist. I wonder what it feels to have Max’s arm wrapped around me, Charles asked in his mind. Quickly tapping himself out of his sinful curiosity. Soon enough the table was empty, it was only Charles left.

Charles and Max. In the same table. Drinking the same beer. Blank stares.

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

Max chugged his bottle of beer and opened a new one. There was an unusual grin on his face. It was only the two of them at the table.

“You know, we actually didn’t think you were gonna come. You were never really the club type of person, Charlie.” Max uttered, trying to break the ice between the two of them. Ever since Max pursued his passion in racing, the only conversations he had with Charles was the good morning’s and good night’s along with the hi’s and hello’s whenever they saw each other in the streets of their homes.

“There wasn’t anything left to do at home so I decided to stop by. It’s not the usual crowd I like but there’s nothing to lose anyway. Plus, it’s free beer, Max. Who says no to that?” Charles leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his hair, hoping it could ease the tension between him and Max’s stare. He is intimidated, but deep down he loves it. Max noticed Charles’ continuous movements. Charles kept running a hand through his hair, chugging his beer once after every ten seconds, and licking his lips. Max knew it was all because of him. It was an obvious answer, it was only the two of them.

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

“How’s your racing career? Maman always bothers me with the remote, asking me to switch to the channel that shows your race.” It was true. Charles’ mother loves Max dearly and treats him like his own son as well. They would always watch Max’s races especially when he’s free from work. “I’ve been winning races, I think you already know since you watch me drive.”

Charles chuckled, “I do.”

“Do you still serve at the church?” Max asked when he noticed a glimmer from Charles’ chest when the light struck him. Charles held his small cross and shook his head, “I haven’t been able to serve the church for a while now. I’ve been… busy.”

Max couldn’t help but raise a brow with his response. The religious boy missing church, it’s like hearing about the diligent student cutting classes. He thought to himself as he saw Charles hiding his cross inside his shirt.

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you

“Charles,” Max called, earning a small hum from Charles. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Charles smiled and nodded. Charles knew he needed to be somewhere quieter, Max knew the younger was already overwhelmed with the loud crowd. Charles was no stranger to Max, he knew him more than one could ever imagine.

Charles took one last sip from his beer and stood to follow Max leaving the club. They sat down in the cold ground of the parking lot, disregarding the thought that there were nearby benches under the trees blowing cold winds. It was awfully quiet, opposite to when they were inside.

“Do you smoke?” Max asked while holding a stick of cigarette in his hand. Charles shook his head and watched as the older lit up the stick and blew smoke from his mouth. Charles never liked the smell of cigarettes, that’s why he didn’t know why he’s suddenly okay with Max smoking. At some point, he might even want Max to blow smoke in his face. “You’re so quiet, Charles. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He didn’t know what to say. How could he say that it’s him who’s been bothering him since the moment he laid his hand on his arm without making it awkward? “I’m okay, it’s just a bit cold and I have nothing to say since nothing eventful has happened recently.”

“Then what’s keeping you busy to skip church? You’re one of the most religious people I’ve ever met.” Max asked in a curious tone. Charles didn’t know how to answer that question as well. He’s not himself lately, only Max noticed.

“Max,” Charles called. “Hmm?” Max responded.

“Why don’t you believe in religion?” Charles noticed how Max subtly froze from his sudden question.

“What’s with the sudden question about faith and religion, Charlie?” Max chuckled. Charles was already about to speak again, probably to take back his question but Max spoke first. “I wasn’t exactly raised in a religious family like you. My father is almost never home, my mother is also an atheist, and my sister, well, she’s the religious one in our family but we were never really close. No one really guided me in the religious part in life. And besides, I find comfort in what I can see and understand.”

“But still,” Charles started. “Don’t you feel lost at times?”

Max smiled, “I’d rather be lost than have an unknown entity dictate what’s right and wrong for me.”

“It’s not about dictating what’s right and wrong, it’s more like a guide from what’s right and wrong.” frustration was evident from Charles' voice along with his furrowed forehead. Max dropped his stick and stepped on it to kill the light. He gripped Charles’s arm and made him look at him. He felt the younger flinch within his touch.

“Charles, what’s wrong? Be honest with me, Charlie.” Max placed both of his hands on Charles' shoulder, closing the gap between them. Inhaling the intoxicating smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes. “Max, I-”

“¡Hijos de puta, qué feo su comportamiento!” Both Charles and Max immediately distanced themselves from each other, seeing their friends getting kicked out of the bar, wasted as fuck.

“Ready to go home?” Charles snapped out of his thoughts when his mama tapped his shoulder. The mass had already ended and he didn’t even notice. “I’ll start the car, wait for me in front of the chapel so you wouldn’t need to walk back to the parking lot.” Charles said with a smile as he stood up and made his way outside the chapel. The thing is, he's not headed to the parking lot.

Tipsy. They were both tipsy from all the alcohol they drank. Especially since they decided to continue drinking at Lando’s house after being kicked out of the club. Everyone was already wasted. Charles wanted to be wasted too, but his very high tolerance in alcohol is not helping him. He wanted to drown his thoughts. His sinful thoughts of Max. He keeps on having flashbacks of how Max gripped him and how he sounded when he asked him the simplest question he couldn’t answer.

“That’s enough, Charlie.” Max said as he snatched the beer from Charles hand and moved away all the cans of beer left. Charles groaned, he wanted more. He forcefully grabbed the canned beer in Max’s hand which ended in the worst way possible.

“Fuck!” Max screamed in shock as the cold liquid drenched his shirt. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Max stood up and threw the can of beer in the nearest trash bin. Meanwhile, Charles ran a hand through his hair and left a frustrated groan before standing up and leaving the room.

“Charles,” Max called but to his dismay, Charles ignored him and went outside despite also being drenched with the cold beer.

“Charles, what’s wrong? C’mon mate, speak up-”

“For fuck’s sake, leave me alone Max!” Charles snapped. “Everything is wrong! It all started being wrong the moment you came back for good. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, Max. This is so fucking wrong!”

“Cha-”

“Man is created for a woman, a man is not created for another man. I can’t have these kinds of feelings towards you, Max. I can’t. My faith tells me it's wrong, but my heart... my heart is betraying everything I thought I knew.”

Max froze from where he stood. He didn’t exactly know how to react knowing that the person he craves also craves for him but forbids himself because it’s against his religion. So he stepped forward, taking the risk, placing his lips against the lips he craves for.

A slap echoed in Max’s ears. He felt a sting in his cheek as he once again froze from Charles’ actions. “Max,” Charles was supposed to touch the cheek but was stopped by Max’s tight grip on his wrist. Max’s jaws clenched, still feeling the sting from Charles’ slap as he dragged the younger inside to a vacant room.

“Max, I’m sorry.” Charles’ kept on trying to remove his wrist from Max’s grip, “You’re hurting me, Max!”

Charles was dizzy from the alcohol but it wasn't enough to knock him senseless. He was aware of where he was. He was aware of Max's intentions. He knew why he heard the door locked. And he knew damn well it's turning the both of them on.

“It’s funny how it's forbidden for a man to crave a man because your Jesus said so. But isn't your Jesus also a man?” Max whispered in Charles’ ear. Pinning both of his hands on top of his head while the other hand rests on Charles' waist, gripping it from time to time. “And you people worship him so badly, craving for his attention.”

Max stepped an inch closer to Charles, closing the gap between them. Not even air could pass through them. Charles groaned at the friction caused by their hips touching. Max thrusted into Charles' clothed self, making the younger moan and close his eyes. Max placed his free hand on Charles’ chin, making him look up. “Open your eyes. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

“Look at you, even your eyes crave for me, schatje.” Max buried his head on the younger’s neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bite marks. He can feel his pants getting tighter every time he would hear Charles whimpering against his touch. “Already such a fucking mess for me, sweet one?”

Max freed the younger's hands from being pinned against the wall and slid it down his pants. Charles’ hands immediately found its way to Max’s hair, tugging a handful as he felt Max’s cold hand against his cock.

“You’ve been worshipping the same man for years now, Charlie. Would you go to hell if you'd worship another? Let's say, me?”

“Father, I have something to confess.”

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[monacodaydreaming]

Greek Escapade

You opened your eyes to see the white mesh curtains blowing into your room from the balcony, on your final day in Greece. You wiggled your toes after stretching your whole body in bed. You rolled onto your side only to find a certain someone was no longer beside you. 

You sat upright in bed and turned to face the balcony once more, and sure enough there he was.

You threw the cotton sheet off your body and gently placed your feet onto the cold ground. You tiptoed over to the balcony doors as quietly as you possibly could and observed him from behind the sheer white curtains a little longer.

He was sat reading something off his phone, mumbling out loud to himself.

"since the day..no, no. Since the mome-"

"Mon amour?" Pierre spun in his chair locking his phone screen in the process at the sudden intrusion of your voice. His face lit up as he saw you stood there in your white nightgown. You couldn't help but blush under his stare.

"Cherie." He held out his hand to you, signalling for you to come closer. You held the curtain out the way and made you way over to him. Grabbing his hand and looping it around your waist, you lowered yourself into his lap. You settled there leaning back into him and placing a gentle kiss onto the back of his hand.

"Who were you talking to just then?" You questioned tilting you head to face him. He turned to you, scanning over your face for a moment before bringing his hand up to caress your cheek. You instinctively melted into his touch.

"No-one Cherie. I was talking to no-one." He leant to you and placed a deep kiss to your lips which you hummed into. "Do you want to go for some breakfast now?" he asked you after breaking away from your kiss.

"Mmm, yes please." You smiled leaning your head against his shoulder. He placed another kiss atop your head.

"Come on then Mon Amour, let's go."

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When you entered the restaurant you were seated by the host who you both thanked. "Can i get you both something to drink?" The host asked you.

"Can i have an iced soya latte please?" You answered smiling up at the woman.

"I'll have an iced americano please" She smiled at both you and Pierre before walking away.

"I don't want to leave" You spoke quietly facing out at the view of the resort and the sea. 

"Neither do I my love." You turned to look at him, he was beautiful. Your breath caught in your throat everytime he looked at you. You were obsessed. 

You were pulled out of your trance by the sudden appearance of a young boy and a man who you assumed was his father.

"Excuse me." The boy started shakily and you couldn't help but smile at him from you seat. "Mr. Gasly, could I get a picture with you?"

You watched as Pierres face lit up at the question. "But of course little man!" He practically jumped out of his seat and wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the young boy. Pierre had to kneel down to make sure that he was level with the boy. He smiled brightly for the photo and your heart beamed. 

You were infatuated with the man.

The pair said their goodbyes and Pierre sat back down in his seat.

"Well that was adorable." You smiled at him causing Pierre to blush ever so slightly at your words. 

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You had been lying out by your private pool whilst Pierre had been at the gym. You were able to take a break from working out for a couple of weeks whilst you were on holiday together, Pierre had no such luxury due to the demanding nature of his job.

You had been reading but were growing more and more sleepy under the suns intense heat. So you placed the book down on the table beside you and got up to have a  dip in the pool in an attempt to cool down and wake yourself up. You dipped your head under the water and swam a couple of lengths before lying on your back and floating there peacefully with your eyes closed. You had been like these for only a few seconds when you felt movement in the water. You lifted your head and began treading water and noticed Pierre swimming over to you.

God he looked so beautiful like this. 

When he reached you he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms over his shoulders playing with his hair at the base of his neck.

"I missed you" you whispered to him. So he knew it was only meant for him.

"I've only been gone a little under two hours."

"Too long." You leant forward and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. One of your hands moved up to the back of his head whilst the other gripped his shoulder to pull him closer to you. You could feel his grip tighten on your thighs and you warmed to his touch. 

Your kiss grew deeper and more needy. Your nails began to dig into Pierres shoulder as he was walking you back to the edge of the pool. You let out a little gasp as your back touched the wall. Pierres kiss left your lips and moved to you neck. He worked slowly, leaving a little trail of kisses down your neck and to your chest. You could feel yourself losing your breath as each kiss he left on your skin made finding air even more difficult. You dropped your head back until it rested on the edge of the pool allowing him to access the whole of your neck. He stopped at one particular area just at the base of you neck near to you collarbone where he nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving a mark for all to see. 

You lifted your head back up. "Pierre" you were whispering, he stopped what he was doing and looked into your eyes. "Please, I want you." He stared at you for a couple of seconds before attaching his lips to your again. You felt as one of his hands left your thigh and moved to your pussy. His index finger reaching inside of your bikini bottoms marking a line up through your folds. You let out a gasp into Pierres mouth and tilted your head back ever so slightly squeezing your eyes shut at his touch. When you opened them again and found his eyes staring at you deeply, he was looking at you with such adoration. He held his eye contact as he slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. “Oh my god.” You sighed out at the feeling of him inside you, pleasure was taking over your body.  You pulled yourself closer to him again reattaching your lips to his again. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you at an agonisingly slow pace. “Please I need to feel you.” You whispered against his lips.

He wasted no time in pulling his swimming trunks off his lower half keeping you pressed up against the wall and his body. You felt as his fingers pushed your bottoms to the side. You dropped your forehead to his shoulder as you felt his tip dragging over your centre. A gasp escaped from your lips as he slowly pushed himself in you.

“Oh my god.” He breathed out as you took in his length. You lifted your head from his shoulder to rest it against his forehead. “Oh my god, you feel amazing.” He thrusted into you, deeply and slowly. As if he was soaking in as much of you as he could in this moment. “I love you so much” You kissed him again.

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You had just finished blowdrying your hair after showering to get ready for dinner. It was your last day in your little greek bubble with Pierre. You would both fly home tomorrow and then it was back to reality. Back to races, back to seeing each other only at weekends. This holiday had been bliss and you weren’t ready for it to be over. You applied some makeup and then pulled on your white dress. 

You picked out some earrings and then looked over your appearance in the mirror. “Mon amour.” You called to Pierre who was in the bathroom. 

“Mmm?” he called back.

“I’m ready, I’m just going to go out to the balcony for a moment.” You called back to him. “Join me when you’re ready. He called back to you that he would and you made your way outside to the balcony. You placed both your forearms against the edge and leaned over taking in the view. You wished that you could stay here. 

This two weeks had been filled with laughter, peace, a lot of sex and most importantly Pierre.  You hadn’t seen him as happy as he had been here for the amount of time that you had known him. He was completely at ease here, he was like a different man.

“Cherie.” His voice startled you and you placed a hand to your chest before turning round to see him. Only you were shocked even more by seeing him knelt on the ground on one knee. Your eyed widened ever so slightly and your hand came to cover your mouth. “Mon Amour.” He continued and you could already feel tears forming in your eyes.  “I have wanted to do this for longer than you can know, but I wanted to do it where it was just us, together with no-one else around.” 

He looked nervous, but at the same time so confident. “My father always told me that, you’ll know she’s the one when you can’t remember how life was before her.” He stopped to let out a shaky breath. “My love…you have changed me in so many ways. You’ve brought so much colour to my life. So much so that I can’t remember how I ever existed in such a grey world before you.” You felt as a small tear fell down your cheek at his words. 

“I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I’ve become a better man because of you, and I need you to know that you will always be the most important thing to me. I don’t just want you by my side, I need you there. I don’t want to live another day without you.” You let out a teary smile at his words.

“Will you marry me?” You paused, not because you were unsure. Not because you needed time to think, but because you were so shocked by his words that you felt frozen in time. You eventually brought a hand up to wipe the tears that had escaped your eyes before kneeling down to his level and wrapping both your hands around his that was holding out the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

“Yes.” You whispered to him. A large smily overtook his whole face at your words, which you mirrored.

“Yes?” 

“Of course yes, Pierre.” You grabbed his face and pulled him to you placing a kiss to his lips. You felt as his arms wrapped around your back and he stood to his feet and spun you round on the spot, causing you to let out a squeal. When he dropped you back down he grabbed a hold of your left hand and slid the ring onto your ring finger. You gasped as you stared down at it sitting there, before looking to him once more. “Oh my god, I love you.”

“I love you. Forever.”

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[el-ly-sha-give-no-f]

hey did you ever get good rec’s for the fathers imagines that you asked for?? and could you maybe recommend some?? i’m dying for some as well

hey! nothing actually but I found some of it

here is the list:

vettel!reader by @quotessharry reader x Daniel Ricciardo (SERIES)

vettel!reader again this is one is by @illicitlimerence-writes Mick Schumacher x reader (one shot)

Wolff!reader by @housepartyprotocol Lando Norris x reader (series)

this one is not Wolff!reader but Toto is like a dad to the reader. by my fav account @words-4u Lewis hamilton x reader (one shot)

wolff!reader by @tierneysodegaard2 @tierneysodegaard Gasly x Reader (Series)

I think that's it, but you guys can recommend it in the comment section, and tag the author, I already plan to do some of fathers!driver imagine too in the future, I've already written it in my notebook, my friend help me a little bit so just stay tuned, thanks! <3

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[paper-gold-theories]

Since now we know miss heed is a trust fund kid I wonder if the golden rules would call her one since it's obvious her parents helped get her into the hero program

Villainous Theory: How Miss Heed Became a Superheroine

Made this theory in fanfic form on what happened in school and after Miss Heed got Flug's formula:

*spoilers for those who have not read Chapter 10 of The Risky Heist*

When Miss Heed was in school and was developing a crush on Flug, despite initially only wanting to be friends with him to steal his thesis to become popular, she saw GoldHeart in news, magazines, tv, ect* and also developed an obsession and a one-sided parasocial relationship (before meeting Flug), despite probably never seeing him in person, talking to him, or knowing who he truly is outside of his public persona.

*(as you can see in the images below, Miss Heed has a hero magazine with GoldHeart on the cover and is blushing while she stares mesmerized the sight of GoldHeart on the tv news)

(She of course meets him afterwards when she joins The Golden Rule, but probably still is blinded by his crush on him to notice his true personality and looks at him through her rose tinted glasses version of him, her name Cecilia literally means "blind" and Amanda means "worthy of love" which she believes she is worthy of, and/or probably notices the horrible things he's done but doesn't care because of her blinding crush and GoldHeart's popularity, and maybe tries to justify his actions are for the greater good.)

She is attracted to him because of his fame and popularity, which she believes will make her more popular through his clout if she can date him and seeing as she loves to hang out with tall and muscular guys like Omega and Coyote, after making them her simps, she is also probably attracted to him because of his physique.

Through her obsession with GoldHeart, she is also influenced to become a hero believing that it will make her become popular and beloved by everyone and at the same time believes being a popular and beloved hero will also make her fantasy of being in a relationship with her one-sided parisocial crush a reality.

(This is ironic because cultivates a parasocial relationship with people by making them her mindless simps who fantasize of wanting to be in a relationship with her and extorts their one-sided love, not caring if they become bankrupt by donating their possessions and life savings for her)

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Miss Heed genuinely believes she can become a popular hero using Flug's formula and her family's money and connections.

That's why after she stole Flug's thesis, her father, Mr. Kelly, got her an agent/manager, Anana Piña, to help her become a hero after he used his connections to make his daughter disappear from the school, fearing that BlackHat might come after her for becoming a hero.

Flug probably looked for Cecilia after her disappeare but found no traces of her and thought she died as "it is common to hear that students disappear inside the institute for various reasons, either because they went to some forbidden place, fell into a trap, got into a fight, or simply did not pass the exam of a very strict teacher." And was mourning her after thinking that he lost his friend.

Afterwards the agent helped her, using her father's money, to hire scientists create the formula based off Flug's thesis so that she can mind control people into loving her.

Once it was done, she demanded a factory in Cosmopolis to mass produce the formula so that she can get an unlimited supply of the formula to hypnotize as many people as she can to become the most beloved superheroine and become popular.

(Mr. Kelly probably also benefited from the fomula by getting those mind controlled people to support his business, work for him for free, and taking control of Cosmopolis through his daughter)

The formula creation and mass took around five years (refer to the timeline theory for more details) after Miss Heed left school and before she went to P.E.A.C.E. to get her powers. During that time Miss Heed probably sat back, relaxed and lazed around in her luxuries, while the scientists and her agent did all the work and probably complained and demanded why was it taking so long. (I kinda imagine it to be like the part in Chapter 10 when Miss Heed sat back and relaxed on her yatcht as Porccini and her agent did all the work while she only complained of not getting what she wants aka being able to post things online)

(During that 5 year period I believe that Flug and GoldHeart have met, became friends but became Arch-Enemies due to a feud and disagreement between the two.)

Afterwards her agent enrolled her in P.E.A.C.E., when she was 17 years old where she most likely demanded the power that is best suited for formula - the power to turn liquid into gas without changing the temperature. (refer to Miss Heed's P.EA.C.E. file below from nightfurmoon) That’s why she was extremely excited to start the process and after she got her powers insisted that her powers can be used to extrapolate Villains, despite valid questions from the scientists and doubts (probably mentioning to her that they think the power is useless, as shown in the second image below) being raised by the scientists about its heroic application.

Afterwards Miss Heed probably didn't get much support starting out as a hero from P.E.A.C.E. for having low ranking powers (her file as shown above labeled it as "low" and level 3.4) , but that doesn't matter as she has her mind controlling perfume, her dad's money and connections, who hired a personal agent and assistants to do all the work (such as getting her sponsors, get a costume designer to create her costume, booked all her events, public appearances and interviews)

Miss Heed then proceeds to use her formula on Villains everywhere, to make them become obsessed with her and do everything she says, hence reducing crime. Not only that the corrupt, popular obsessed hero also used the formula on other heroes and regular citizens to make them love her to feed her obsession and contribute to her rise in fame.

Her city Cosmopolis, was her main target. And after she effectively eradicated crime there and had the whole city under her control, her agent managed to get her an interview to join the Golden Rule, where GoldHeart was looking for someone with mind control powers or something that can be used to mind-control Villains in order to end Villainy forever.

Miss Heed was extremely estatic with news, believeing that this will make her fantasy of dating GoldHeart and becoming the most popular hero couple a reality. Believing completely that GoldHeart will definitely fall in love with her once he meets her in person and sees how gorgeous, charismatic, noble, talented, sensitive, fashionable of a superheroine she is...

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GoldHeart didn't like Miss Heed at all...

He has first seen on social media about a heroine ripping off and wearing a cheap pink knock off of his costume. He concludes that must either be a clout chaser who lacks any orginality or creativity and/or an obsessed fangirl who wants to be his sidekick or worse …date him.

Because of this he wasn't too thrilled when P.E.A.C.E. recommended her for an interview when he was looking for a new member to can help with his plan to end Villainy.

GoldHeart definitely didn't want her to join his team and even less so when he met her face to face with her agent for the interview.

She had a crazed looked in her eyes (like how she looked at GoldHeart’s photo in episode 6) and her creepy obssessed fangirl behaviour is apparent as she asked him too many personal questions and tried making grabbing motions at him, only stopping when her agent told her to behave.

GoldHeart flat out told her he's not interested in her (making her scream in hysterical shock and outrage of GoldHeart’s rejection of her) and immediately moved onto the interview…

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As the meeting went on he had suspicions that Heed might not be the brains behind the thesis, which she claimed she had come up with and created, as she, gave generic answers, looks confused and unsure how to reply when he asked her difficult questions and alot of times her agent has to step in answer for her.

And theorises that she basically took credit from a scientist working for her or something.

GoldHeart really didn't care if she is ripping someone of just like she did when copying his uniform and style. He sees how effective the formula is in eradicating crime in her city. However her cringy and creepy obsessive behaviour towards him is extremely off putting and is really making him not want to put her in her club and instead call security to get her far away from him as possible.

GoldHeart sighed, eventhough he really dosent want to, beggers can't be choosers and sacrifices needed to be made for the fight against Villainy. But he will definitely avoid interacting with her as much as necessary.

So he agrees to let her join his superhero club only if she can develop, modify the formula to his specifications and plan to end Villainy forever, such as making the effects permanent.

Miss Heed was extremely nervous at not being able to complete the condition as she had no idea how to improve the formula.

The scientists her father hired which she later mind controlled, also adding new ones to her group, could not figure out how to improve or develop the formula beyond the incomplete thesis Flug provided years ago.

However, she agreed to the condition so she can get into the Golden Rule to become more popular and delsionally believe that this will make GoldHeart love her.

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Afterwards Miss Heed layers meet up with the Golden Rule's to discuss and negotiate her contract. And her assistants schedule a date for her inaguration to the club. Leading to the painful image of Flug seeing her friend (who apparently was still alive) joining his Arch Nemesis’s side.

As we can see in this photo Flug is still wearing his uniform, meaning that Miss Heed joined the Golden Rule while Flug was still in school at I believe when they were both 18 years old. Hence I believe the timeline for Miss Heed zombifying her entire city with her perfume after she got her powers at 17 years old and joining The Golden Rule is one year. (again refer to the timeline theory for more details)

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Years later, all new Villain scientists she mind controlled proved to be utterly useless in improving her formula.

And GoldHeart is extremely angry at her for consistently pushing the deadline behind and making little to no progress at the formula he wanted.

(GoldHeart also suspected these massive delays and set backs was because the person she ripped off the formula from might not be at her disposal anymore and this infuriates him)

As a result, GoldHeart has already taken all the perks and benefits she had of being a Golden Rule Member, not inviting her to any of their group events, and worst of all not even allowing her to talk about in detail being in the club in her social media accounts.

Until all that is left is meesely title saying that she is "The Official Member of the Golden Rule of GoldHeart"

Leading her to only on her millionare family fortune, sponsors her agent found, like Freez-O, and mind controlled followers who have donated their life savings and sold their furniture to give her gifts and money.

Worst still GoldHeart appears to hate her more than he first met her because of the delays*, she is furthur off than she was in making GoldHeart love her, and she fears he might one day snap and just kick her out of his superhero club and never talk or interact with her again!

*(and also because Miss Heed's creepy advances)

No! She can't let this happen! She can still save this! All she needed to do is… just find Flug!

Yes, that's it! She’s a genius! He created the thesis so surely he knows how to make the perfect formula for her.

So she just has to spray him with her perfume, make him love her, and use him to make the perfect formula GoldHeart wanted...

However, this also proved to be extremely difficult as Flug has a reputation if being extremely difficult to find ever since he joined Black Hat Organization. (she mentions it was extremely difficult to find him)

She's seen him in public the news fighting heroes but can't send her simps after him as he is instantly gone after the job is done and she obviously can't go to Hat Manor to get him, knowing its instant death because BlackHat is there.

Maybe get someone to lure him to her and fast…. Her fame and popularity are literally on the line for this.

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[lizflwr]

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last updated: 01/04/2021

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Cuddles & Disney - oneshot [fluff]

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[el-ly-sha-give-no-f]

ATTENTION!!!!

Guys I'll be honest to you, this lately, I have a hard time to think of ideas to write about F1 drivers and Football player, but I came on with the idea that will help me a lot by giving you guys prompts. You guys need to tell me who and what the number of the prompt. Don't get me wrong, you guys still can request with or without this prompts. I'm sorry it has to be like this guys. I promise I'll do better

-elly

"nobody in this world has hands this soft"

"well, if I tell you, then it wouldn't be a secret anymore"

"wash your hand, then hug me"

"is that myshirt''

"you're adorable when you mad"

"I don't want to go out without you"

"take my jacket"

"I can't be mad at you"

"I love you, but you need to shut up"

"I hope you know how much you mean to me"

"c'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working"

"you're jealous aren't you?"

"are you even listening to me?"

"Don't look at me like that"

"stop laughing at me!"

"Why are you being like this?"

"please look at me"

"thank you for being with me"

"please don't hurt me like this"

"why are you so stubborn"

"baby, listen to me. This isn't your fault!"

"you won't understand!"

"you didn't call, you didn't text, nothing"

"you're not leaving are you?"

"don't do this to yourself"

"stop pushing everyone away!"

"I need help"

"leave me alone"

"just talk to me, please"

"who did this to you"

"cut the crap and tell me what happened"

"you're not alone, I promise"

"shhh, It's okay I'm here"

"I know you're hurt y/n"

"Don't worry. It'll get better soon"

"No, don't cry. You know I hate it when you cry"

"you make this more harder"

"Don't let me go"

"Please forgive me. I'm sorry"

"why are you flich?"

"don't touch me!"

"I can help you, please let me help you"

"why did you lie to me?"

"I wish I never met you"

"you didn't mean it are you baby?"

SCENARIO

SORRY FOR THIS

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