#formula 2 drabble

[multicohn]

summary: isack being a supportive boyfriend to his girlfriend during the olympics

warnings: just a short little thing for now ( shout out to all my isack lovers btw ). drivers being jokingly mean, thought i'd put it in just in case. this is based back in 2024 after spa :)

pairing: fem! skateboarder! reader x isack hadjar

genre: smau, fluff, established relationship

face claim: no one in particular. i got most of the photos off pinterest and just picked them at random ( i don’t know who the skater is in the last pics, but the blurred photo is of the medal winners )

author note: this was going to be a gabi oneshot, but i changed it at the last minute

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isackhadjar

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isackhadjar: great way to start the break! now time to go support my y/n at home <3

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user: good job isack!

paularon_: i let you win btw

| isackhadjar: yeah okay

user: cuties

camposracing: enjoy your break champ 👊 hoping y/n wins 🙏

| youruser: thanks admin 💖

user: what does she compete in?

| youruser: skateboarding!

| user: oh... which one are you in?

| youruser: park, so it'll be on august 6th if you wanna watch :)

youruser: reporting for hab duties lol

| isackhadjar: always 🫡

| paularon_: i’m going to be sick

| isackhadjar: die

| user: LMAO

pepemartiofficial: can i wear her medal if she wins?

| isackhadjar: wdym if…

| pepemartiofficial: 🙄 *when

| isackhadjar: good. don't do it again

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user: don’t break him we need him

paularon_: yes… do it so so i can win

| youruser: you haven’t even been on the top podium yet, sit down.

| paularon: hope you lose in the first round

| youruser: 🖕

sami_meguetounif: please tell me he fell

| youruser: he slipped off and the board hit him in the ankle

| sami_meguetounif: LOL DID YOU RECORD IT

| youruser: IM NOT GIVING IT TO YOU

| sami_meguetounif: BOOO 🍅🍅🍅

camposracing: please don’t injure him. he’s got a championship fight going on

| youruser: I KNOW THAT HE WAS FINE

| camposracing: 😐

| youruser: it was just a bit of pain… BUT NOTHING IS BROKEN OR BRUISED OR EVEN SCRATCHED

| camposracing: 😑

| youruser: attitude

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youruser: my precious 🫶

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olliebearman: okay gollum

| youruser: i’m going to doxx you

user: i’m new here. wtf do you mean isack is dating someone in the olympics

| user: they started dating towards the start of the year. there was a skateboarding comp going on in the same place as a race and he went to see with some of the other guys

| youruser: i will also like to state that i did rizz him up first

| gabirelbortoleto_: and ignored all of us at the same time

| youruser: i was NOT 🙅‍♀️ letting a man THAT cute WITH big brown eyes leave without getting his number first

| isackhadjar: ☺️

| gabirelbortoleto_: WE ALL HAD BROWN EYES WTH AREBYOU TALKING ABOUT

| youruser: his are special

| gabirelbortoleto_: im going to block you both

user: was he allowed in the village?

| youruser: NO I WAS SO UPSET

| youruser: but the beds were basically made of cupboard so i saved him back pain 🫶

| camposracing: thank you

kimi.antonelli: still offended that i didn’t get an invie

| isackhadjar: you don’t deserve one

| kimi.antonelli: UNPROVOKED????

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user: we love a supportive bf

gabirelbortoleto_: be honest, did you throw up?

| isackhadjar: yes

| gabirelbortoleto_: you aren’t even competing

| isackhadjar: and here i thought you were being supportive. watch out in monza

user: love when drivers became wags

| isackhadjar: it’s a hab.

| user: my bad king 🙏

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isackhadjar

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isackhadjar: SHE DID IT ❤️❤️

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user: HOLY SHI

user: i was watching and they put the camera on isack — he was crying SO BAD

user: she ate that

user: absolutely unreal to witness her skate

sami_meguetounif: congrats to y/n and everything... why do you look tall in the last photo

| pepemartiofficial: i thought i was the only one!

| isackhadjar: one day is all i ask for

formula2: WOOHOO WELL DONE Y/N

camposracing: an olympic gold medalist will be in our garage...

| camposracing: someone hold me

jakcrawford: damn you better win the championship now

| isackhadjar: working on it…

| gabirelbortoleto_: 🧍

| paularon_: 🧍

| zane.maloney: 🧍

| isackhadjar: GO AWAY

youruser: i love you so much 🥹🥹💙

| isackhadjar: you constantly have me in awe, i love you baby, well done 💙

| olliebearman: barf

| isackhadjar: WHY ARE YOUS DOING THIS TO ME LEAVE

kimi.antonelli: congrats y/n! ( why didn’t you invite me )

| isackhadjar: stay mad

| kimi.antonelli: ⁉️

[piastappies]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 BEFORE US! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. ollie bearman x webber!reader.

summary. a drunken encounter leads to a history straight out of rom–com, turning the world of a formula 2 driver upside down.

notes. reader tells ollie the plot of before sunrise. also, reader is said to be ollie’s age (kinda self-indulgent LOL) maybe part 2 of them meeting in spa? 😁

it was eleven in the evening, while you were having a good time on the streets of hungarian capital city. your actions were not exactly responsible as you were there with a friend of yours that you met online a few months ago. also, you weren’t exactly sure how you managed to strain away from your father and oscar. well, alright — there was a possibility that a train, a sweet smile and a promise to be safe were involved.

honestly, you don’t even know how you ended up in that small bar, but in the larger point of view, you were happy that you let lara drag you there. you already had a few drinks in, you were going back to your booth, when you accidentally bumped into a muscular, tall guy, spilling the drink on your white dress.

“shit, i am so, so sorry.” the boy — because you could easily notice that he must’ve been similar to you in age — spoke relatively slowly, probably out of kindness as he couldn’t tell if you were fluent in english or not. some would call it offensive, but you considered it slightly endearing that the boy tried to be as considerate as possible, knowing that not everyone in the world speaks english.

his face fell to your chest for a tenth of a second, a small cough escaping his lips, before his cheeks tinted pinkish from embarrassment that he even let himself be so blatantly disrespectful towards you. what made it even worse was that the once white dress became see-through.

“shit, shit, your dress. i– here, take this.” he stuttered, swiftly taking off his grey hoodie, letting you take a glimpse of his toned stomach for half a second as his shirt rolled up.

people around you two, suddenly stopped existing and maybe the alcohol you’ve consumed that night was at fault — or maybe it was the charming aura around him, but you honestly couldn’t care less. he was the only guy that wasn’t trying to harass you or make your night less fun and definitely more stressful.

“you shouldn’t apologise, it’s all my fault. i wasn’t paying enough attention.” your voice was loud, but yet still soft enough, so only the boy you bumped into could hear you. “i’m yn, my friend lara is there in the corner booth, do you… um, maybe wanna join us? so i can get you a drink for bumping into you?”

it might’ve been a risky move — he could always say no, laugh at you and go away, thinking you were the most embarrassing person in the entire bar. or he could think that you were a pretty cute, interesting girl that he’d like to spend a july evening with. and, fortunately for you, ollie introduced himself with a quick breath of relief (that he didn’t know he was holding), said that he’d love to join you and buy you a drink, but he was there with two other guys and one of the friends’ girlfriend.

so, upon hearing that, as a responsible human being, you… suggested that they should join you as well, because you really felt like getting to know ollie a tad better. upon hearing that he wasn’t there alone, you nodded with a small smile, before suggesting that it’s not really a big deal and that maybe the four of them would like to join you and lara, who wouldn’t have anything against it since she was a social butterfly, loving bigger crowds.

two and a half hour later, you ended up walking down the cobblestone pathway, while your newfound group of friends was a few steps ahead. lara quickly got along with kimi, eliska and gabriele, so you felt less guilty that you got so occupied in the endless conversation with ollie, slowly trailing behind the group. a month or two later, you were told by eliska that she saw the way you and ollie click and made sure you could get along.

you weren’t sure where the six of you were going, budapest was a gorgeous city, but keeping your eyes on bearman was pretty much enough. he had your arm hooked around his as you slightly started to stumble from the tiny gaps in the path. a giggle escaped your mouth as he whispered a really cheesy joke, his lips inches away from your ear. then, your drunken mind thought that you should come clean with the cute boy about why you’re actually in budapest.

“i have a confession.” you started quietly, your words barely above a whisper. ollie let you continue as he simply nodded. if you weren’t tipsy from all the strawberry daiquiris you had at the bar earlier, you would notice how his body tensed slightly, almost as if he was afraid of what you were about to say.

the first thing that came to his mind was that you had a boyfriend somewhere in monaco, while he was really getting a vibe from you that maybe you were interested in getting to know him as much as he wanted to get to know you. just half a second later came the thought that you knew who he was and it was just as awful. he hasn’t been in the spotlight of motorsport for a long time yet, but he was aware of how people’s perception on things change once they realise what he does, and he really, really didn’t want it to be the case with you.

“this is not something i usually tell people on the day i meet them, but you’re so genuine and so, so nice to me.” your words were coming off as rambling, though despite the lump in his throat, the prema driver couldn’t help but think that maybe he could live with the thought of you bumping into him on purpose if he could listen to your cute rambling for a few more minutes. “and i’m really enjoying spending time with you right now, and-and i don’t want you to think that i’m like a liar or something, because i really am not.”

“hey, breathe. whatever it is, i don’t think i’m gonna perceive you as a liar.” his quiet chuckle with a nervous undertone was enough for you to calm down a bit. his hand dropped to yours, squeezing it for a little more reassurance.

“that’s what i’m really hoping for.” you whispered, looking down at your jointed hands, a ghost of smile lingering on your face. “so, there’s this sport you might’ve heard of — or not, honestly if it wasn’t for my dad, i don’t know if i would, but — gosh, i’m sorry i’m rambling again. alright… there’s, um, formula one, right? i guess you know, because it is a big thing in england, i suppose.” oliver nodded once again, a pit in his stomach growing.

“the thing is… i’m in hungary for that exact reason. there was the grand prix this weekend and i came here with my dad, because, um… he’s a manager of, um, one of the drivers. oscar? he won today, yesterday, technically.”

ollie couldn’t believe what he just heard. he was so scared that you were pretending just to boast about hanging out with formula 2 and formula 3 drivers, while you were having an inner turmoil of your own, weighing pros and cons of telling him that you were the daughter of the mark webber. he could see the nervous expression on your pretty face and his heart swelled, knowing that in those two and a half hours of constant chatter he gained so much of your trust to be told that.

for other people it might seem like it was nothing, nevertheless ollie knew how much fake people you must’ve met in your life, who liked you for your father’s achievements and not you. god, for a moment he felt like crying.

“i was there too.” he gave you a shy smile. before you were able to overthink every possible scenario with the worst possible outcome, his smile widened, his hip gently nudging yours. “i’m racing for prema in f2.” he chuckled at your surprised expression.

bearman, as he was a tad more sober than you, could easily notice the weight falling off your shoulders, once you recognised him, quickly replaced by a blush of embarrassment that flooded your cheeks.

“that’s why i thought i’ve seen you somewhere.” you muttered, scrunching your nose, gears in your brain working overtime. “i’m sorry, it’s— i haven’t really been up to date with formula 2. but i remember you from saudi, i wasn’t there, but my dad was really impressed. everything makes sense now, though.”

“no need to be embarrassed or anything, i’m glad neither of us recognized each other. you made me feel like a normal teenager for once.” he grinned down at you, your face matching his as he let go of your hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer, but you couldn’t really complain.

you didn’t remember the moment, when your night turned into a reenactment of one of your favorite rom-coms — before sunrise. gabriele, kimi and eliska had to go back to their hotels, suspiciously at the same time, when lara’s curfew was coming. it was truly reckless for you to stay out with ollie till your train back to the place your father had rented for the four days stay in hungary. once you were alone, he made sure to keep you close to him at all times, so if an emergency occured, he’d be able to protect you.

“i feel like i’m in a movie.” your admission was soft as you slowly sat down on the grass in the park, the state of your white dress long forgotten as it’d be green once the sun was up.

“a movie you like?”

“my favorite one.” ollie smiled.

“tell me about it.” he suggested, plopping down next to you, uncorking the wine you two bought earlier in one of those 24/7 shops.

“it’s about two people that met on a train going across the europe.” you started explaining, ollie’s free arm slung across your shoulders once again, making you realize what his love language must be. “he’s american and she’s french, once they stop in vienna, he asks her to get off the train with him and walk around the town with him till he has to go to the airport, because it’s his last day in europe. she thinks it’s crazy, but she agrees and they spend the entire night together. nothing kubrick-esque happens there, all of the action happens during their dialogues. they share opinions and stuff. it’s kind of silly, but they end up in a park, too, with wine and stuff.”

“like us.” he commented, his eyes still lingering on your face as they were, while you were skimming over the plot of the movie.

“like us.” you repeated softly.

“so, what do they do in the park?” ollie asked another question, earning himself a small hum from you as you shifted closer, his thumb absentmindedly drawing shapes on your shoulder. your stomach was filled to the brim with butterflies as he asked all the right questions, made all the right moves, giving you all the right smiles.

“they kiss.” a whisper left your lips, tilting your head to get a better view of his face.

“they kiss.” it was the prema’s driver’s time to repeat the short sentence as you just nodded, noticing the way his eyes flickered to your mouth.

sweet silence embraced the two of you as bearman took his chance and leaned forward an inch or two, cautiously testing the waters. when you didn’t pull back, a smile tugged onto his face, before cupping your cheek with his free hand.

however, ollie didn’t kiss you for a moment that felt like eternity. his mouth just hoovered over yours, giving you a chance to back up, to show him that he read the signs wrong, but you didn’t. your eyes locked with his, before his lips were moving against yours in a sweet, gentle and almost tantalising manner. you couldn’t tell how long were you kissing for, but when the two of you finally pulled away, his mouth was tinted with the red shade of your lipstick, both with messed up hair and slightly swollen lips.

it was almost seven in the morning, while you were sitting at the train station with your hand clasped in ollie’s. the silence between you was truly the most comfortable thing in the world at the moment. budapest was slowly waking up in the background as you enjoyed his presence beside you.

“what do they do in the movie before they part ways?” he interrupted the silence.

“they promise to see each other in a six months time in the same place. they don’t exchange numbers or anything, though.” you recalled, wondering where was he going with this.

“and do they? meet, i mean.” he asked, already expecting the answer as you’d told him it was a trilogy.

“not in the set time. she can’t make it to vienna again, because her grandmother dies, but he does.” you nodded. “but they do meet each other again, eight years later, this time in paris.”

“good thing we’re not jesse and celine.” ollie joked, a grin tugging on your lips as you nod in agreement. “i do have your number, and we can see each other in spa on thursday, if you want to.”

“i do.” this time, you were the one to press a gentle kiss on his lips for a brief second as your train arrived. bearman just grinned back at you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “i’ll see you on facetime then, and in belgium.”

ollie stayed for another five minutes after your train departed. his gaze dropping to the phone in his hand before he quickly sent you a message.

ollie: thank you for making this night amazing for me x

[cieloclercs]

hi!! can i pls request an ollie bearman drabble of waking up next to him and cuddling and him being all clingy and cute thank you!!!

here you go! i absolutely loved writing this so i hope you enjoy it 🥰

pairings. ollie bearman x reader

word count. 0.8k

warnings. flufff oh my god so much fluff (i’m still smiling like a maniac after writing this hsjhsjs)

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mornings like these — ollie bearman

IT'S THE SUNLIGHT shining through the crack in your blinds that wakes you. Warm against your bare shoulder like the tender brush of his skin on yours, it's your second favourite wake-up call. The first lies next to you, tangled up in your sheets. His head lies on your chest where he'd rested it last night before you both drifted off into blissful sleep, and you can feel his soft, steady breaths dart across your skin. The sensation is familiar, comforting. You've woken up in his embrace too many times to count, yet it still feels new every morning that your eyes crack open to find his angelic face tucked into the crook of your neck — never failing, not once, to make your heart flutter.

Ollie soon stirs. He seems to have some kind of sixth sense for when you're awake, because not once have you ever had time to get out of bed before he pulls himself out of his sleep.  You don't complain though. Mornings like these are, in many ways, your favourite part of the day. You love the slowness of it all, the lack of urgency when you have nowhere to be, and you can adjust to the dawn in your own time; hands exploring, sweet nothings whispered into ears, kisses lingering on your collarbone. This is the time when you're sure Ollie must be some kind of angel. The sun shines in his hair, leaving a soft glow on one side of his face where the other is left in shadow — yes, you're sure, he must be an angel. What you've done to deserve someone like him is beyond you, but you're certain, he has no right to exist when he looks that perfect; when he is that perfect, inside and out.

"You're staring." He breaks the silence first. His voice is raspy, head still buried into your chest, so you can feel the vibrations of his words against your skin. You chuckle. Your hands find his hair, threading through the soft curls tenderly.

"Can't I admire my boyfriend?" you shoot back, a grin playing on your lips that though he can't see, he can definitely sense. You know because his own lips stretch into a smile, now against your neck as he shifts. A few beats of silence pass, and he rolls over onto his side with a groan. You look down at him, messy hair, honeyed eyes and all. Your heart aches, because you've never known someone so beautiful as him. You hope you'll never have to go searching for one.

"I suppose I can allow it." Ollie murmurs. You let your fingers fall from his curls momentarily, until his dopey smile drops into a frown, and he pushes his head back into your hand. "On one condition." he says, sighing contentedly as you continue your movements.

"What's that, Bear?" you whisper.

Ollie cranes his neck up. He knows what he's doing, with his round eyes and pouted lips, looking so innocent, so angelic, how could you ever refuse him anything? Perhaps that makes him not quite so innocent — he knows exactly how to twist you around his little finger. You're a simple girl, after all.

"Cuddles?" he asks. The faintest of blushes bloom across his cheeks, just as they always do when he asks you this question. Even if you've been dating since you were both in your mid-teens, he'll always be shy when it comes to asking for your affection. You don't know why he needs to ask, but you find it adorable, so once again, you don't complain.

"C'mere." you giggle, and, needing no further invitation, he all but dives into your arms. A kiss is left on your forehead before he nuzzles his face back into your neck. His arms pull you in close, and you wrap your legs around his waist. It doesn't take long, in the silence and the warmth, for your breathing to sync and the velvet blanket of sleep to embrace you both once more. You're still vaguely aware of your surroundings, when Ollie murmurs the tiniest of I love yous into your skin. You whisper it back without hesitation.

Mornings like these stretch away in a blur of tangled sheets and golden sunlight. Every dip and curve of your bodies slot together like pieces of a puzzle; like you were made for each other. You sigh, hands in his hair, his fingers running up and down your ribs. He'll have to leave soon — with his job, he always has to — but you know he'll come back to you again, wrap you up in his arms, kiss you like you've been apart for years. You live for it. You wouldn't give it up for the world.

requests are open! send something in if you’d like <3

[uramakimochi]

SISTER'S FAVORITE

|Leclerc sister drabble| (See for more here)

Charles Leclerc x (sister)Reader + Lorenzo and Arthur

Warnings: nothing just fluff, arguing with Arthur but we love him, R is the little sister of the Leclerc siblings because i said so and i wanted to write something with big brother Charles<3.

Translated english because it's not my first language so feel free to correct me.

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Y/n wasn't one to play favorites among relatives. If anyone asked her who she preferred between mom and dad, she simply said that it was a stupid question and it was impossible to answer. And even when asked who her favorite brother was, she obviously didn't answer, saying she couldn't choose between her three older brothers.

But the reality was that the answer had been more than obvious, for years now, and everyone was perfectly aware of it.

"Charlie! Charlie!"

A little 10 year old Charles raised his head when he heard a high-pitched voice calling him and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face.

He saw his sister Y/n, 5 years old at the time, running towards him, clutching something tightly in her small hands, and then hiding behind his back.

“Help me please” he heard her say.

He and Lorenzo, who was chatting with Charles, next saw the small figure of Arthur join the group in the garden.

"Y/n! Give me the toy car!" said the smaller Leclerc, looking at his little sister.

"No!" Y/n retorted, tightening her hand on Charles' shirt. "You've been playing with it the whole time, now it's my turn!"

"But you stole it from me! You didn't even ask nicely!" Arthur said back, crossing his arms and Y/n stuck her tongue out at him.

Lorenzo and Charles exchanged looks, chuckling.

"It's not fair that you always go to Charles just because you're his favorite" Arthur muttered.

Lorenzo looked again at Charles, who felt himself blushing slightly under his amused gaze.

“Y/n isn’t my favorite” replied the latter, as he felt Y/n’s arms tighten more around his body. "I love each of you equally"

Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Well YOU sure are HER favorite, Charles. Everyone knows that" muttered the youngest.

Lorenzo turned to look at his sister.

“Y/n” he called gently. "Did you ask Arthur if you could take the toy car before playing? You know it's polite to ask permission, always"

Y/n looked down, feeling guilty.

"No..." she murmured. "I'm sorry"

But then she raised her head resolutely, pointing a finger at Arthur.

"But it's his fault! I told him it was my turn and he didn't want to give it to me!"

"I wanted to finish playing and you were annoying me!" Arthur retorted aloud.

It was then that another voice behind them joined the conversation.

"Children!"

The four siblings turned towards the door, seeing the figure of their mother with crossed arms.

"Stop fighting!"

Arthur and Y/n immediately widened their eyes, pointing a finger at each other.

"It was her!" "It was him!" they exclaimed in chorus, making Charles and Lorenzo giggle.

"I don't care who did it. Make up or i'll tell your dad" ordered the woman, then went back into the house.

Y/n pouted. She was still angry with Arthur and had no intention of making peace with him. She claimed that HE should have been the one to apologize first. And until that happened, she simply decided she would have ignored him.

"Charlie"

Charles lowered his head to look at her, seeing her clasp one of his hands with one of hers.

"Will you play with me? Please?" she asked him softly, swinging his hand a little.

Charles could only nod without hesitation. He couldn't say no to her.

"Of course Y/n. But..."

Y/n looked at him in confusion as Charles leaned in to whisper something in her ear.

"You should apologize to Arthur first. Then mum will be happy too. No?"

Charles noticed that his sister didn't seem very convinced. But he knew that just as he couldn't resist Y/n, the same was for her. Because what Arthur had said was true. Among the three brothers, Charles was Y/n's favorite, without a shadow of a doubt.

"Mhh..." she murmured, looking at Arthur out of the corner of her eye and then returning her gaze to Charles. "He must apologize to me too"

Lorenzo chuckled, while Arthur snorted again.

Charles smiled sympathetically.

"Why don't you say sorry together, hm? Then we can go and play"

Y/n hesitated, but then nodded, wanting to resolve the matter as soon as possible to be with her older brother for a while.

"Okay..." she muttered and then turned to Arthur.

She held out her hand and he looked almost disgusted.

"Arthur" Lorenzo called him back.

"Ugh..."

Arthur shook his sister's hand and together the two said a "Sorry" and then let go in a split second.

Y/n dropped the toy car she was still clutching in her other hand to the ground, grabbing one of Charles' hands again and enclosing it in both of hers. Charles wasn't surprised when he saw the bright smile cross her face, as if all the anger she felt towards Arthur had completely vanished and forgotten.

"Shall we go play now Charlie??"

Charles nodded again and Y/n began to drag him towards the house, under the gaze of the other two brothers.

"She didn't even take the toy car in the end" Lorenzo said with a smile, looking down at the little toy in the middle of the grass.

"When she's with Charles she doesn't care about anything anymore" Arthur retorted, bending down to pick up the toy car and Lorenzo ruffled his hair with one hand.

Inside the house, Pascale saw little Y/n dragging Charles around the living room and she smiled, understanding that the argument between the two younger siblings was resolved.

"Mom bought me a new doll. Her name is Kelly. Do you want to see her?" Y/n asked, turning to Charles. “I have a lot of dresses for her and you have to tell me which one is your favorite, okay?”

Charles bit back a laugh, following her towards her bedroom. He didn't care about playing with something that was not for his age or was too girly, Charles would have done anything to make his only little sister happy.

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[httpiastri]

PERFECTLY FINE – Y/N PROFILE

full name: y/n harper

date of birth: june 3rd, 2005

birthplace: cambridge, england

family members: william harper (father); sarah harper (mother)

teams: prema racing (2020-2023), campos racing (2024-now)

driver academy: red bull junior team (2019-now)

instagram: yourusername

best friends: jak crawford, dino beganovic, pepe marti

racing record:

2020 italian f4 championship – third place (six podiums; two wins)

2021 formula regional european championship – fifth place (four podiums; one win)

2022 formula regional european championship – second place (nine podiums; three wins)

2023 fia formula 3 championship – second place (five podiums; three wins)

2024 fia formula 2 championship – ongoing

trivia:

– y/n harper is the only child of four-time world champion william harper. her father was a ferrari driver for a total of eleven years and won his first two titles with the italian team in 2007 and 2008, before moving on to drive for red bull. there, he won his second championship in 2010 – only to move back to ferrari and take his last title with them the following season. as of early 2021, he's the head of the ferrari driver academy.

– y/n began karting at the age of seven, starting off with being coached by her father but later moving on to getting a trainer of her own. she joined the red bull junior team for her last year of karting and has stayed in the academy ever since.

– american f2 driver jak crawford joined the junior team one year later, and he and y/n found each other instantly. the two have been best friends, as well as neighbors, since then.

– y/n began being romantically involved with teammate paul aron during the summer break of the 2022 freca season. however, the pair split up almost a year later. she then started dating ferrari academy driver oliver bearman in late july 2023.

– y/n was homeschooled between ages 14 and 16 so that she could focus more on her driving.

– besides racing, her interests include skiing, baking, reading, and journaling.

– despite often being held back by her own performance anxiety and imposter syndrome, she is very set on and clear about her goal; getting into formula one. she has claimed that she will never truly be satisfied until she stands on the top step of the podium after an f1 race like her father did so many times.

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[onlyonetifosi]

Are you gonna do a chapter based on Joris’ birthday

Bonus chapter: Joris bday

sorry to be late for this been very busy with assigments

WARNING: SMUT!!!! (at the beggining only) then its lots of fluff

The sun kissed the city of Montecarlo, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets. It was a special day for Joris, and Y/N couldn't wait to celebrate his birthday.

Soft and lazy kisses trailing slowly down his bare chest have Joris’ eyes shifting behind his eyelids as he wakes up, unwillingly being pulled into the start of the day. A small grunt sounds from his chest in refusal to open his eyes, yet the soft little pitter patters now walking down the dips of his abs stir the butterflies in his belly.

His attention draws to the fingernails hooking under the waistband of his boxers, the somewhat ache in his crotch seeping through the thick layer of sleep he was in.

He hears shuffling under the covers, suspecting what - or who - that could be, causing a smile to creep up his lips. He lifts his hips willingly for his shorts to be pulled down, just for his cock to be taken hold of by two soft, warm little hands.

And then, what he didn’t expect but hoped for - silky, warmth and wetness all wrapped around his tip as the lips are wrapped around him.

She was determined to make Joris’ birthday as special as it can be, hence she started by giving him head. “Holy shit, baby,” Joris’ voice is deep but there’s a hint of desperation in it as you give him head “Fuck you’re crazy today.”

“Just spoiling the birthday boy, amour,” Yn smiles at him, tapping his cock against her tongue and ensuring he watches while she does it.

“Je t’aime tellement chérie” he says with a breathy voice.

"Je t’aime aussi, bon anniversaire, mon amour!" Y/N exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Merci" Joris replied, returning the embrace as both of them lay on the bed entangled in each other. "Are you ready for today?"

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"Absolutely," she replied with a smile. "Let's make it unforgettable."

They embarked on a day filled with Joris' favorite activities, from making the most of the sunny day and sailing on Charles’ yacht (which she had to plead him for but Charles after knowing it was for Joris’ bday couldn’t say no), to going shopping at his favorites boutiques and having lunch in the same restaurant they have being going since they can remember and whose owners know them as it’s a very small restaurant not in the most tourist zone of the principality and most of the clients are Monaco natives.

As evening descended upon Monaco, they made their way to a chic restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The air buzzed with excitement as they took their seats, anticipation building in her for the surprise they had planned for Joris.

As the waiters dimmed the lights, Yn could hardly contain her excitement. She glanced at Charles, who winked in response, their plan about to unfold.

Suddenly, the room erupted into cheers as the waiters emerged, carrying a decadent birthday cake ablaze with candles. Joris' eyes widened in surprise, his laughter echoing through the restaurant as his friends surrounded him, sharing in the joy of the moment.

"Surprise!" they chorused as the waiters appeared carrying a birthday cake with candles and bengals.

"Joyeux anniversaire, Joris!" Y/N exclaimed, her heart swelling with happiness as she caught his delighted expression.

"Merci, merci à tous!" Joris exclaimed, his eyes shining with gratitude.

They savored the exquisite meal, sharing stories and laughter late into the night. With each toast and shared moment, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment wash over her. These were the memories she cherished most—moments of pure joy spent with the ones she loved.

As the clock struck midnight, they bid farewell to the restaurant and ventured into the lively streets of Monaco. The club was already alive with the sounds of laughter and music as they stepped inside, the neon lights casting an electric glow over the dance floor.

"Let's make this a night to remember!" Charles shouted over the music, his voice filled with excitement.

Y/N laughed, feeling the rhythm of the music coursing through her veins. This was home—surrounded by loved ones, lost in the magic of the moment. As she glanced at Joris, his smile illuminated by the neon lights, she knew that this birthday would be one they'd never forget, knowing that as she saw Joris’ very happy face as he conversed with Charles and their friends in their booth.

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[chrisevansonly]

𝐖𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐧𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s the holiday season in monaco, but after news broke that arthur wouldn’t be back to F2 or Ferrari Driver Academy, he’s worried that you’ll be just as disappointed as the world is…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: slight angst, mostly just arthur feeling a bit down, but very fluffy

𝐚/𝐧: my first arthur blurb🥹🥹 i just thought of this the other night and wanted to write a little something, it’s just a teeny one but i hope you enjoy!!

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When the news broke that Arthur wouldn’t be returning to F2 it took over the internet by storm, opinions coming in from left and right, negative and positive. Arthur felt a bit overwhelmed, and was anxious to talk to you about it, you’d been one of the most constant forms of happiness and support in his life, since he started F2 to now.

He didn’t want to disappoint you.

“Baby, you’ve been really quiet all night…does this have anything to do with all that news online?”

Arthur didn’t want to be so reserved and down on the first night you flew in to spend Christmas with him and his family, he had plans to take you to dinner later, see the Christmas lights around Monaco and here he was not his normal laughing self

“I love you…I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me..” your voice was soft as you leaned over to kiss his cheek, your heart squeezing at the sadness behind his eyes

“I just-I don’t want you to be upset or disappointed with me”

Your brows furrowed, not understanding what he would be talking about

“Arthur I’d never be disappointed in you baby…”

“But i’m not racing next year…i’m just-I don’t know..I don’t want you to be upset with me”

Frowning you squeezed his hands gently

“Arthur I love you so much, it doesn’t matter if you’re a formula racing driver or if you were an english teacher or hell lived on a tiny farm and milking goats for the rest of your life”

He couldn’t hold back the laugh that spilled from his lips at the sound of that

“My point is, I wouldn’t love you less just because life is taking a different course and you’re not racing anymore, I love you for you, not for your career my love…and that will never change, I’m so proud of you always”

“Promise..?”

His voice was quiet, almost afraid to ask

“I pinky promise, i’ve been here to support you since day one, and I’ll continue to support you for as long as you’ll have me”

Arthur smiled bringing you in for a kiss before pulling you into his side, it might have been news that wasn’t the best to announce during the holidays, but he knew you’d have his back through anything.

It didn’t matter if he never raced again, you’d be by his side no matter what, he knew that deep down, but hearing the reassurance come from you was enough to settle the racing thoughts in his head, you knew just as much he’d do the same for you, always having your back when you needed it.

The only thing he’d never have your back on is Christmas baking, because just like his brother Charles, he was useless in the kitchen.

[folkloresthings]

NORTHANGER ABBEY — send a muse + your favourite trope and i’ll write a drabble/blurb.

lewis hamilton + mick schumacher x y/n - love triangle (matchmaker gone wrong)

Sir Lewis Hamilton playing cupid only to fall for Y/n in the end but it's too late. I hope this is an acceptable request >.< Congratulations on your 1k!

my first blurb for the 1k celebration!! thank you for the request, i LOVE it.

TANGLED UP. ❨ lewis hamilton x reader , mick schumacher x reader ❩

relationships within the paddock were often complicated, and you knew that. but ever since you stepped foot on the tarmac, you only had eyes for one boy. mick schumacher was an absolute sweetheart, handsome and kind and oh so charming. the one problem was: you had no idea how to approach him.

so, you turned to the only person you knew to for help. lewis was always good to you, taking you under his wing as soon as you got the job at mercedes. you were good friends and you knew you could trust him with this.

“help me,” you practically begged, handing him his morning coffee. “help me flirt with mick. i’m hopeless.”

lewis had obliged, why wouldn’t he? the blonde haired reserve driver was another friend of his, one he was fond of. he’d known his father, and felt somewhat obliged to look out for the boy now that he was with mercedes.

he did everything he could to help: making your schedules overlap, sending mick to hospitality when he knew you were there, giving you tips and tricks on how to get mick’s attention. but somewhere along the way, in spending more and more time with you, lewis felt himself hesitant to help any more.

he suddenly didn’t like the idea of sharing you. he missed you when you weren’t around, he found himself wanting to tell you everything about his day, he was falling in love with you. your lunch times, usually spent with you rambling about mick and him giving you advice, were now spent with your sentences blurring together and lewis gazing at the way your mouth moved around every word.

it was bad, and only getting worse.

“should i just ask him out? like, on an actual date?” you asked, turning your head to where lewis sat in the driver’s seat of one of his many cars. “i mean, do guys like that kind of… forwardness?”

lewis shrugged, not wanting to answer. “i guess so.”

“well, do you?” you prod, and he glances over at you briefly, confused. “if a girl asked you out, made the first move, would you like it?”

lewis stayed quiet. because suddenly all he could think about was you, asking him out, and him saying yes — how could he not? it was all he wanted right now. in fact, he’s sure he’d throw away his entire formula one career if it meant he had you.

“… yeah. i would.”

two days later, he feels his heart flutter as you come bounding over to him in the mercedes garage, a smile brighter than the sun in the sky painted on your face.

“i did it!” you exclaimed, grabbing him by the arms. he freezes, your gentle touch sending shockwaves through him. “i asked mick on a date. and he said yes! we’re going to dinner on friday, after the practice…”

you keep rambling on, telling lewis every little detail about the interaction between you and mick. but lewis could barely listen to it. maybe it was a trauma reaction, blacking out from your lovesick take. but, in reality, he was just staring at the pure happiness that lit up your entire face.

while he wanted to be pleased for you, considering this was all you’d wanted for weeks, he just couldn’t. he wanted to be the name on your tongue, the one you were enamoured with. but he wasn’t, you weren’t. lewis could have punched himself — he’d helped you hook a date with mick. he’d helped himself lose you.

[narcissusandhoney]

nice to meet you!

hello to whoever is seeing this - my name is asteria and i hope to begin posting some writing here in the near future!

this is my first post, so bear with me, but here's a bit about me:

i'm 18 years old, i live in canada, although i hope to move to europe someday! i have a cat and i love music, both listening and writing. italian food is my favorite, although i do love japanese and thai food as well. i'm an ambivert - i feel energized around people but i do value my alone time very much. i would love love love to be a film composer someday, or work as a journalist/photographer in formula 1!

i enjoy writing short stories, i used to attempt to write poetry but it hasn't seemed to be my thing. fanfics are my favorite. in the future i will take requests, and likely the next thing i post will be what/who i will write for as of right now. but for the time being, i'm excited to have a creative outlet that will hopefully keep me writing more regularly.

that's all for now!

xx

asteria withers

[abbatoirablaze]

White Christmas, Arthur Leclerc

Word Count: 463

“Let me look!” you giggled as your best friend held his hands over your eyes.  You could practically hear the smile in his own laughter as he mumbled a sweet ‘non’ in your ear.  A shiver ran down your spine and you didn’t know if it was because of the chill on the mountain, or because of the fact that Arthur was so close to you, but either way, you didn’t mind, “Arthur!”

He sighed, his hands falling away from your eyes.  You gasped as his hands fell to your waist and wrapped around you, his lean frame pulling your back against his toned chest.  You bit back the whimper that threatened to escape as you tilted your head ever so slightly to look at him, your eyes breaking from the sweet picnic he’d made out on the deck, complete with lights wrapping around the sweet little set up.

“C’est tout pour toi, ma douce!”

You shimmied in his arms.  He kept you against his svelte frame and you slipped your arms around his neck, “Arthur…y-you didn’t have-“

“I wanted to,” he said softly, his brown eyes gazing deep into yours, “we always talk of this.  We said when we were children, we would see a white Christmas…have a picnic there in the snow.  I wanted to see the snow with you…”

This time the whimper escaped the back of your throat.  He gave you another sweet smile.

“What about your family?”

“You’re family too, ma douce!” he replied, “you’ve always been there for me…with me!”

“J’taime, Arthur…”

“(Y/N)…”

You looked at him, your lashes fluttering heavily against the soft, falling snow that was attacking your face.  Your breath hitched as you felt him leaning in. 

Your heart thundered in your chest as you noticed his own eyes close. 

You felt his heart racing just as fast as yours. 

His lips grazed yours, as though he was unsure in testing the waters.  As if he’d ruin the friendship the two of you had since you were in diapers if he kissed you. 

Another whimper escaped from your lips as you felt the sparks of electricity running between the two of you. 

He’d been all you wanted since you were children.

“Arthur!” you whimpered again, your hands reaching up and playing with his short, but fluffy hair. 

“Say my name again, ma douce!” he begged, his lips continuing to graze yours as he pled, “god, I love the way my name sounds falling from your sweet lips!”

“J’taime, Arthur…” your repeated, feeling like he was finally hearing you tell him that you’d loved him all these years.

His eyes flickered open and while one hand continued to stay looped around you, the other reached up until he was softly stroking your cheek.

“J’taime, (Y/N!)”

[multicohn]

summary: isack is a big fan of singer y/n l/n.

warnings: a few hate ( not really hate ) comments, one mention about body figure ( nothing weird or anything, but i’ve seen others putting it no matter )

pairing: fem! singer! reader x isack hadjar

genre: smau, fluff, secret relationship

face claim: manon bannerman

author note: in honour of katseye’s comeback! ( this has been in my drafts for ages cause i wanted to expand the comments but for the LIFE of me could not — enjoy anyways 👍 )

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visacashapprb: lessssgo! your first garage playlist of ‘25 just dropped 🔥 #F1 #VCARB #AusGP

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user: ateez? skz? aespa? i know i picked the right team

user: PLAYLISTS ARE BACK! LETS GO 🗣🗣

user: y’all are the reason my music taste has changed 😭

user: trust vcarb to bring the diversity

user: Y/N MENTIONED?!

| user: oh isack hadjar you are my favourite rookie rn

user: why does every choice EAT

user: okay vcarb i see you 👀

user: might just switch teams

user: isack with ( song ) by y/n l/n? HELLO???!!

| user: he’s a big fan!

| user: really?

| user: yep! there are some eps on campos’ yt ( his old team ) and chasing the dream where he’s listening to her music

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youruser: who’s letting me cook rn?

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user: NEW MUSIC?!!?!

user: THE OUTFUTS??? GIRL HELLO

user: y/n proving that she is indeed the princess of pop

user: DO I SEE A ROYAL CONCEPT

user: okay but the last pic is so gf coded

user: THE DROUGHT IS OVER LETS FKING GO 🗣😭🔥🙏🕺😍

user: here before isack

| user: who?

| user: he’s an f1 driver who’s a big fan of her!

| user: oh

user: body tea

| user: my dream body fr

isackhadjar: so excited!

| youruser: !!!

| user: who is this random man

| user: he’s an f1 driver

| user: back off

| user: wait he’s actually kinda cute

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youruser: photodump

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user: A MAN

user: NO I THOUGHT SHE WAS WLW 😭💔

user: I CANT DO THIS

user: girl you aren’t slick

user: im actually sobbing rn

user: clutching my shirt as i bend over with tears in my eyes and sobs threatening my throat

| user: stealing this.

user: my girl never stays in one place

user: I know we’re all freaking out over her no longe evening single BUT HER CAT IS SO CUTE

| youruser: THANK YOU ( his / her ) name is ( cat name )

| user: YN BABE WHO IS THAT MAN

| user: YN PLEASE I CANT DO THIS YOU WERE MY LOSR HOPE

user: goodbye my delusions. ill miss you

user: three and five being taken by her bf and the others were probably sent to him first 💔

| user: hey so commenting is an option which you shouldn’t have done!

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user: japan?

user: i love japan

user: mv shoot?

user: F1 IS IN JAPAN? SUZUKA GP?

user: have fun!

user: so jealous!!!!!

isackhadjar: can’t wait to see you :)

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f1: a star has arrived at the paddock

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user: WHO IS THIS DIVA

user: THE OUTFIT??? OH SHE DEVOURED

user: need to know where she for her jeans from

user: need a pic of her and lewis

user: who’s this?

| user: y/n l/n! she’s a singer :)

user: just another clueless celeb 🙄

user: here’s an idea! invite people who ACTUALLY know about f1!

| user: isack hadjar is a fan of her 🧍 he probably invited her

| user: what if she is a fan of f1? what do you know about her?

| user: get my queens name out of your nasty mouth.

user: okay but who’s garage is she in?

| user: racing bulls 🙏

| user: guess we’ll have to see

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visacashapprb: admin wanted to gatekeep but got yelled out for doing so 😔

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user: SHE IS WITH RACING BULLS

user: admin please tell me if isack is still breathing

| visacashapprb: can confirm that he is

user: isack you better pull through.

| user: the points are calling his name

| user: hadjoints 🙏

user: deserved.

user: oh she’s stunning

user: her hair though 😍😍

user: admin you were fav, but you wanted to gatekeep this pic of my gf? bottom of the pyramid 🫵

| visacashapprb: NO

user: a literal angel

user: the way she’s glowing 😍😍

user: no clue who this was before, but my heart jumped out of my chest when she appeared on screen during free practice

user: isack i completely understand you.

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f1: isack hadjar scored his first ever points in f1 with a spectacular p8 👏 #f1 #formula1 #japanesegp

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user: HELL YEAH

user: FINALLY

user: deserved

user: HADJOINTS

user: the only thing that keep me interested the entire race

| user: real

user: THATS MY ROOKIE OF THE YEAR

user: y/n was in the garage and he knew that he had pull through

user: I ALWAYS BELIEVED IN YOU ISACK

user: been a fan of him since f3! so glad to see him get points

user: ISACK WDC WHEN????

youruser: good job isack 👍

| isackhadjar: thank you y/n 🥹

| user: isack…

| user: down ASTRONOMICALLY bad ( me too )

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youruser: mv just dropped! shoutout to racing bulls f1 driver isack hadjar aka my issy who is the inspiration behind this album. i love you so much ❤️💙🤍

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user: WHAT THE HELL????

user: dude scored points and got hard launched? isack is winning life rn

user: YN I COULD YOU BETTER

| isackhadjar: no you can’t.

| user: 🧍‍♀️

| user: LMAO

user: ISSY? SHE CALLS HIM ISSY 😭😭

thomasdriver83: very offended that i knew nothing.

| isackhadjar: 🤷‍♂️

| thomasdriver83: im going to jump you.

| sami_meguetounif: *we

isackhadjar: my beautiful girl 🫶

| youruser: my handsome boy 🫶

user: from fan to boyfriend — talk about something straight out of a movie

| isackhadjar: i took my shot and it worked!

| user: wish i had your luck

user: how long have you’s been together?

| youruser: a year now, but we’ve been friends for a while :)

| user: A YEAR

| youruser: yep. we wanted to keep things a secret which is why it’s only coming out now

| isackhadjar: it wasn’t my choice ☹️

| youruser: i’ll make it up to you 🙃

| isackhadjar: 👀

| user: OH!

isackhadjar: i love my girlfriend guys

| youruser: i love you so much

| user: OH MY SHAYLAS 😭😭😭

| user: girl you were JUST praying on yns breakup

| user: i’ve changed. they are everything to me now.

[ribbonskiss]

THE LEANOVER -> OP81

Part 1 of 2. Read Part 2 here.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

Summary: You come home on uni break to find your brother’s best friend, Oscar, is visiting. You both fall back into old habits, but some things are not the same.

Tags: brother’s best friend, friends to lovers, slow burn? kinda?, fluff, suggestive content (18+), very gentle reading tbh

A/N: Here it is finally, the highly requested full length version of the drabble I posted. Sadly I’ve reached my limit of dividers for this one and have to split it into two parts :( Very funny that it took off so much because it was honestly just a warm up for writing 😭 Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait, enjoy <3

“You’ve gotten soft, kiddo.”

He leans against the doorframe, that same mischievous smile on his face as he watches you do the dishes.

“Well,” you say, rinsing a cup over the running faucet, “Some of us have to.”

Oscar quirks up an eyebrow, arms folding over his chest. “Really? Fascinating. I had no idea.”

“And some things never change, I see,” you chuckle.

It’s December, and you’re home for the first time since moving away for university. It’s been an eventful year, one that’s brought about many successes, mistakes and surprises. Your mother marvels at how much you’ve grown; you’ve ditched the old frumpy haircut, started slouching less and finally found the perfect shade of lipstick. Your father is just glad you’ve managed to achieve a pretty impressive grade average.

When Oscar arrived, he caused so much commotion you had to stumble down the stairs to see what all the fuss is about. His presence was a surprise, but a welcome one. He was always your mum’s favourite—you remember the day he set off two years ago to pursue Formula One full-time. She cried as if he was her own kid. (Your brother stayed in Melbourne, so it’s dubious whether or not she would’ve cried harder if he moved away. For what it’s worth, when you went off to ANU yourself, she cried about the same amount.) Always a charmer, he came bearing big bags of gifts for everyone, and your family gathered around him like bees to honey.

He pulled your brother in for a hug. They’re too close to just settle for a dap-up after another year apart. “Looking good, mate,” your brother chuckled. “Look at this guy. Dapper, eh?”

“Says you, man, look at yourself,” Oscar laughed, throwing his head back in delight before patting him roughly on the back. “Fucking hell, you finally filled your beard in.”

From a distance, you smiled, watching as they started to roughhouse, laughing as they wrestled and wrung one another. Eventually your brother released him from his headlock, throwing him out of his grip, and Oscar ruffled his hair back into place before turning and spotting you, standing at the staircase.

He smiled at you fondly. You’d forgotten how nice it feels to be the recipient of it. He’d forgotten how he can recognise what every expression you make means.

You’ve grown a lot. Maybe not physically, but definitely mentally. He never had a problem with you before, far from it, but he likes this new you a lot—more graceful, tactful, a skilled conversationalist eager to help out whenever. Not to mention he didn’t even realise you could grow even more beautiful. Well, you’ve managed it somehow.

Now dinner is over and he’s still standing there, watching as you shut the dishwasher close. “Just can’t be fucked,” you sigh with relief. “Too many fuckin’ dishes.”

He comes closer, ruffles your hair with a hand while the other wraps around your waist, pulling you to him. The action is familiar, but the feeling that arises in you from it is not. “Well, you used to just not do them at all, so,” he reminds you. “This is a big improvement, Tiny.”

You flush. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“I remember everything,” Oscar smiles at you. “Why would I forget anything?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “it’s normal to forget the little things.”

But his smile never falters. “They’re not little to me.”

“Well fuck, you’ve put me in a difficult position.”

The two boys you’ve known your whole life stand in front of you in the living room, where you’re sitting on the couch, legs sprawled over its full length, reading your book. Your brother sighs. “I just wish you’d told me beforehand, like, I know you wanted it to be a surprise but,” he continues. “If you told me you were coming, I wouldn’t have booked the trip—”

Oscar shakes his head. “Nah, don’t sweat it, come on,” he says. “It’s fine. Either way I’m back home, I can catch up with some guys from school, and your folks are lovely to me.”

Your brother starts up again, but Oscar puts his hands up. “Mate, really, it’s fine. I’ll be right on my own.”

“Say swear?”

“On my life,” he nods. “You just enjoy Bali with your missus.”

Your brother looks at him for a moment, shakes his head and smiles. He nudges him on the shoulder. “Don’t let her do anything stupid.”

“What, that little thing?” Oscar smiles, turning to look over where you sit on the couch. “She’ll be right. I got her.”

They talk for a little longer before one of them bids the other goodnight, retreating into his room. Oscar stays, looks at you for a moment as you pretend to not notice, eyes scanning over the pages of your book like your life depends on not looking back at him. He runs his fingers through his hair, lets out a breath before he comes closer.

“Looks like it’ll just be you and me this holiday season, Tiny.” No one calls you that except Oscar. He stands in front of you, towering over your sitting figure. You can’t find the bravery to look up at him, but you just know he’s smiling again.

You flip to the next page. “Where’s your family?”

“Off to the Alps,” he shrugs. “But I’ve just been last year with a few guys.”

“How convenient,” you comment, earning a chuckle from him. Oscar nods his head, smiling still, unashamed.

“Very convenient.”

“Good morning, sleepy.”

You stand in the kitchen, rubbing your eyes with the sleeves of your jumper where the counter is. He brushes past you to the coffee machine, and you feel his warmth close by for a split second. “Don’t do that,” he tuts at you, chuckling at your sleepy state. “It’s bad for your eyes.”

“Is he awake yet?” you ask, and your voice is still hushed, soft from slumber.

“No,” he says. “But I’m making coffee anyway. He’s a bit of a cunt in the morning.”

You suddenly remember that he’s sleeping on the spare mattress, very inelegantly smack dab in the middle of the floor in your brother’s room. You can’t help but snicker. “You know him too well. You’re like an old married couple,” you tease him. “Aren’t you too old to be doing sleepovers still?”

“Aren’t you too old to be reading your porny little novels on a Friday evening?” he retorts. You feel yourself flush almost immediately, the blood rushing to your cheeks as embarrassment overwhelms you, knowing you’ve been caught. Oscar glances over at you from where he stands, pouring out cold milk while the espresso shots continue to drip into his mug, and he chuckles.

“I’m right, no?” he continues. “You’re all grown up now, Tiny. My question is, why stay in? Why read about fucking a soccer player when you could just, you know, actually do it?”

You glare at him, but the sight of him this early in the morning with his soft sleepy smile and tousled bedhead hair makes you falter a little. “That’s not even a book I own.”

“I know that,” Oscar nods, holding the little pitcher to the steam wand, gently frothing the cold milk inside. “But I have seen one on your desk. Think it was about another sport, actually.”

Then the frothing stops, and he pours the milk foam into the mug slowly, carefully. He snickers. “It was about racing, wasn’t it?”

Your cheeks grow hot, hotter than you thought was possible, and your eyes drop immediately to the ground at his words. It amuses him to no end. He hands you the mug; it’s a latte, with a cute little heart on top of it. Now he’s just being cruel.

You take a sip of the searing hot coffee immediately just to avoid having to speak about this topic any further. “This tastes like shit.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and grins. “You’re welcome, love.”

“Can you even speak to me this way?”

“What way?” Oscar says, cocking up an eyebrow again. “You’re a big girl now. What, you can read about sex but you can’t talk about it—”

“Keep your voice down,” you whisper-yell, shushing him in a panicked tone, but he can barely take you seriously, chest rumbling with soft laughter.

“Alright,” he nods. “If it’ll please you, Tiny, I’ll do it.”

Then he leaves the kitchen, retreats into your brother’s room and starts yelling at him to wake up. You’re left on your own to figure out why he put so much emphasis on the word please.

“You’re leaving?”

Alright, now it’s getting fucking ridiculous. You’re sat in the back of your dad’s car after sending your brother and his girlfriend off to the airport, absolutely flabbergasted by what your parents have just said.

“You’re leaving me alone for two weeks,” you continue. “Since when? How long has this been in the works? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“God, no, it’s not like that,” your mum sighs, turning to you from where she sits in the passenger’s seat. “They invited us to their beach house in the Central Coast a month ago. We said no because we knew you were coming but, with Oscar here now… Why not?”

“We just thought it would be nice to have some time to ourselves,” your father continues, eyes still on the road. “With our friends. And you’re on break for ages! We’ll only be gone for two weeks.”

“You’re an adult now,” your mother smiles hesitantly. “And with Oscar… Well, I honestly trust him more than your own brother to take good care of you.”

Oscar is touched, but you’re less than satisfied by all this still. “I’m sorry, honey,” your mum starts again, but you shake your head.

“No, no, I get it, it’s fine,” you say, waving off her concerns. “I just wish I had a heads up, but I get it.”

Looking out the window now, you feel Oscar place a comforting hand on your shoulder, his touch soft and warm, wordlessly assuring you things will be okay. He means well, but it worsens your worries. Your stomach feels strange. Now you can’t escape how you feel.

You look out the window, waiting for the bread slices in the toaster to pop out. In the back garden, Oscar is dutifully watering the plants blooming around the wooden benches and table where your parents like to host barbecues. (It’s one of the many tasks listed in the list of chores your mum left the two of you.) He takes careful steps, acutely aware of the blossoming flowers near his feet, and slips his gloves off where the shelf with all the necessary gear is.

He calls out to you, nudging the watering can with his foot to where it should be. “Smells good in there.”

“Almost done now,” you call out back to him, turning back to the kitchen counter where two dishes are lined with omelettes and chorizo sausages. When the slices pop out, you smear smashed avocado all over one side of them. When he finally comes through the back door, you’re finishing the already-salted avocado toast off by grinding up some pepper. Oscar stands behind you, watching as you do it.

“Looks amazing, too,” he chuckles. “Or maybe I’m just real hungry.”

“I think you’re just real hungry,” you say. “What took you so long?”

He shrugs, taking both plates from the counter to the dinner table. “Your dad’s tool shelf is weird as fuck.”

You don’t question it; he’s probably right, your dad is weird as fuck in general, so you just take knives and forks to the table. “Dig in,” you tell him, placing a fork down where he’s sat. He turns his head to look up at you, smiling.

“Thank you,” he says, softly, and Oscar’s looking at you with genuine delight. You turn away. Your chest is tightening. You go to sit where he’s put the other dish, and he watches as you take a small bite of your toast.

“So,” he starts up again. “They’re all gone. It’s just the two of us. Should we throw a rager?”

You chuckle at his words, and he beams, eager to make you laugh. “Yeah,” he nods, smiling gently again. “Wasn’t feeling like it either.”

“We don’t really have to do anything today,” you say, chewing on your food. “We’ve still got a whole two weeks ahead of us.”

“That’s true,” Oscar hums. “Well…”

You look up from your plate, giving him a curious look. “Well?”

“Well,” he continues, “I just haven’t had a chance to say—well, I’ve just wanted to say… It’s nice to see you again. You’ve grown a lot. You look good. Really good.”

You must be bright brick red in the face now. “Thank you,” you mumble back, and when you both finish your food he helps you load the dishes into the dishwasher before vacuuming the living room, ticking off another thing on the list.

“Tiny, I’m sure you look amazing,” he says from the other side of the door. “Can you please come out now?”

You look at yourself in the mirror, huffing. “No.”

Oscar frowns to himself. “Well, can I at least come in?”

“No!” you exclaim, the thought of him seeing all the clothes tossed onto your bed embarrassing you too much to even consider opening the door.

“You’re not naked in there, are you—”

“Oh my god, Osc, no.”

“We’ll miss the whole thing at this point, we’re late as is,” he tries to reason with you. “Please, Tiny, I could help you.”

“Yeah, because you’re so fashionable. I can’t just throw a linen shirt and beige shorts on like you do.”

You hear him snicker from outside. “Mee-ow. Touché.”

Sighing, you come closer to your door. “Just,” you say. “Don’t be cruel, okay?”

Oscar leans his head against the door. “Of course,” he mutters quickly. “I mean, obviously. Yeah.”

With another big huff, you unlock the door, and his eyes widen at the sight of you in a dress, soft blush pink silk hugging to your curves all the way down to your ankles. The thin straps leave little to the imagination, your collarbones and shoulders exposed to the sunlight filtering through your curtains. Oscar wonders how soft your skin must be, supple arms smoothing over your waist.

“I don’t know if I feel good in this,” you say, and his eyes dart back to your face, wincing in worry. “I don’t know if I necessarily have the body—”

“You look fantastic.”

You turn around to face him. He’s standing behind you, a little flushed as his eyes rake over your figure again. “You look great, I mean,” Oscar says. “Just… bring a cardigan.”

You chuckle. “It’s the middle of summer—”

“It could get cold at night.”

There’s a bite in his voice that makes you shiver, especially as you turn back around to face your mirror and he comes closer, towering over you.

“Who knows how long we’ll be out for.”

The Christmas market stays open until late. It doesn’t get dark by the evening hours in the summer, so you never slip on the cardigan. Instead, Oscar insists on having his arm around your shoulders the entire time, leading to more than one stall owner mistaking you for a couple. The commotion makes you blush every time.

“What are you so embarrassed about?” he chuckles. The two of you meander through the paths of the market, barely taking note of any of the stalls at this point. “People used to mistake us for a couple all the time in school.”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Nuh uh,” you retort. “They thought we were siblings.”

Oscar gags. “What? Christ, no.”

“Exactly,” you chuckle. “Or they thought we were cousins.”

He looks at you, cocks his head to the side curiously. “Well, what’d you tell them?”

You shrug honestly. “I don’t know. I told them you’re my Oscar,” you say, and your answer makes him laugh softly.

“And what exactly does that mean?” He prods.

“Well, there’s no other way to put it.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “We’re not friends?”

Well, I hope not, you think. “You’re my brother’s friend,” you say. “And I think even he detests you sometimes.”

Now you’re approaching where the crowds are down the street. As you slip through the mass of people, the heat starts to rise even more in temperature, making his skin stick to yours in the humidity as he holds you close still.

“But we’re close,” you nod. “Not friends, not family. Just… My Oscar.”

He chuckles. “Your Oscar?”

“Ha-ha,” you roll your eyes, though the heat starts to get to your cheeks now. “Yes. My Oscar.”

Well, he likes the sound of that. It’s very intimate, he thinks. And he definitely likes that. “You know,” you continue as you finally escape the crowd, walking down the street and away from the market now. “They never stopped asking me.”

“Asking what?”

“About whether or not you were single,” you giggle.

Oscar sighs dramatically, halting to a stop as he shakes his head in great disappointment, making you laugh even harder. As the years went by, Oscar’s racing aspirations became more and more apparent to the student population, propelling him to celebrity status at school. It’s funny; the more lenient his schooling arrangements became, the less he showed up at school, and rumours started spreading, making him a sort of mythical figure that would drive girls wild whenever he did show up to class.

“You know I always fucking hated that,” he grumbles to you, eyes narrowing. “Fuckin’ hate how they treated you—I mean, you’re not my guard dog, you’re a human being.”

“It’s not that serious,” you snicker. “Schoolgirls are schoolgirls. You were a heartthrob, you know?”

Oscar lets out a hesitant chuckle. “Not by choice. I didn’t have time for girls,” he says, turning the corner towards the train station. “Well. Maybe just the one.”

“Oh?” you laugh. “How did I not know about this? Who was it?”

He smiles, turns to look at your curious face, and ruffles your hair like he always does. “The tiniest girl I’ve ever known.”

But you’re not that girl anymore. Later that night he knocks on your own door just before bedtime; you tell him to come in, and when he does, you’re standing in front of your mirror, clipping your hair back. In the sweltering heat of Australian December, your choice of pajamas is a camisole that wraps loosely around your bare chest, the shape of which is too apparent for him to not flush, and heather grey shorts that are dangerously short. It is now that Oscar realises that the tiny little girl he used to play wrestle with as a child really is, as he had told you before, all grown up now. When you turn around, smiling so sweetly and innocently and wishing him a good night’s sleep, he dryly swallows and silently nods, closing the door when you wave goodbye. If he didn’t leave right that minute he would’ve put his hands all over you, feeling that soft skin he’s been wondering about all day.

It’s not that that girl you were or the boy in him has vanished. But now you have both come to a situation where a certain passion shows its naked face, and that girl and that boy can now see the true spirit of the relationship they share, and it was there all along. Oscar sleeps scarcely that night, stirring in your brother’s bed in a cold sweat as his mind replays the images of your figure standing in front of your mirror, blissfully unaware of how gorgeous you have always been in his eyes. The ultimate standard of the perfect girl in his mind. What a pleasant affliction this is, a small price to pay for his heart to blossom.

He ignores the tent in his boxers and shuts his eyes. Your brother’s going to kill him.

Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? Questions? Leave them all in my askbox, and sorry for any mistakes/typos!

[cieloclercs]

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[gr4cier4cie]

♡ GRACIE'S MASTERLIST (FORMULA 1) ♡

SOCIAL MEDIA AUS:

♡ laps inside your head -> carlos sainz x fem!singer!reader

♡ when it happened to me (we hug now) -> lando norris x fem!teammate!reader

♡ breaking point (lucky number nine) -> lewis hamilton x fem!rookie!reader

♡ bet you wanna love me now -> lewis hamilton x fem!engineer reader

TEXT AUS:

♡ pretty little things on pretty little girls -> ft. lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris

♡ sleep on the couch tonight -> ft. carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, lando norris, and daniel ricciardio

♡ i love you, i'm sorry (that's just the way life goes) -> ft. lewis hamilton, franco colapinto, lando norris, max verstappen

♡ twenty-one days (practically a lifetime, if you ask me) -> ft. lando norris, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, oscar piastri

♡ can you come home? i need you. -> ft. lewis hamilton, lando norris, max verstappen, daniel riccardio

♡ runnin' with my dress unbuttoned -> ft. lewis hamilton max verstappen, lando norris, kimi räikkönen

♡ silent treatment (cruel, cruel girl) -> lando norris, max verstappen, ollie bearman, kimi räikkönen

DRABBLES + HEADCANNONS

♡ i'm a shameless caller (she's a full machine)-> lando norris x fem!ex!reader

♡ after midnight (can't be a good girl) -> ft. carlos sainz, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, and lando norris

♡ six-thirty alarms -> lando norris x fem!yogainstructor!reader

♡ pretty in pink (amour mio) -> kimi antonelli x fem!balletdancer!reader

♡ hometown glory (some things never change) -> george russell x fem!childhoodbf!reader

♡ the sand, the sea, and that goddamned orange dress -> carlos sainz x gf!reader

GRACIE'S THOUGHTS

♡ lewis hamilton x fem!sportsmedia!reader

♡ ollie bearman x gf!reader x hickies

♡ lewis hamtilon x fem!assistant!reader (2) (3)

♡ frano colapinto x reporter!reader (2)

♡ lando norris x gf!reader x hair-pulling

♡ kimi antonelli x gf!reader x prom/formals

[httpiastri]

🍈 number 10 from the hugging list with clem? 🫶🏻

🍈 – send me a driver and a prompt from this list of hugging prompts, these touch starved prompts, or these kiss prompts, and i will write a short blurb for you!!

author's note: i love the fact that i've gotten several separate asks for this exact prompt with clem hehe, it definitely fits him !!! tysm for requesting, have a lovely day <33

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clement novalak x reader

the feeling of clement's gentle strokes across your cheeks makes you let out a little sigh as your eyes flutter closed. your boyfriend wipes away your last few tears, his hands settling right below your jaws. "are we okay, then?" he asks, voice just as sweet as it has been these past few minutes.

you manage to nod, sniffling slightly. "i'm sorry," you let out, taking a deep breath and hoping to still your ever-quickening heartbeat.

"i'm sorry," he counters, smiling softly when you open your eyes again to look into his. "we're both sorry. i'm much much more." his last words draw out a chuckle from you, which helps untie the knot in his stomach a bit, albeit not enough for him to feel good again.

clement hates seeing you like this. even though you've stopped crying by now, you still look so tiny, so helpless, so broken. he just can't have it that way – and thankfully, he quickly gets an idea.

"come here." he motions for you to scootch closer to him on the sofa, his arms wide and inviting. you can't deny him the hug, so you lean into him, letting your arms wrap around his shoulders as his own hands make their way past your waist.

you have enough time to relax into the hug, your chin resting atop his shoulder with a content sound, before he strikes. clement is a quick one, his hands slipping beneath your shirt and fingers tickling up and down your sides in just a second. you let out a yelp before you can even register what's going on, but when you do, you plant your hands on his shoulders to push him away.

"stop- clem, i'm-"

you have no chance of escaping his grasp, though. you know how strong he is – you've witnessed him flexing his biceps enough times (and drooled over his muscular build far more times than you'd be able to admit and still keep your head held high) to understand that a physical fight like this is hopeless. you need to find another way.

"let's- let's make a deal-" you manage to get out in between fits of laughter, and finally, his movements die down. clement looks at you with a curious look in his eyes. "i'll give you one hundred kisses. or bake you a pie, or cuddle you all night, or-"

"or all of the above?" he says, eyebrows raised. "sounds perfect."

[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera -> chapter 5

<- previous series masterlist my main masterlist next ->

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the winding streets of Monaco. Yn and her twin brother, Charles, were at the heart of the glamorous city, surrounded by the energy of high-speed life and the whispers of the Mediterranean breeze. The twins had decided to gather their friends for an evening of laughter, chatter, and exploration.

"Come on, Yn, we are going to be late! " Charles said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Yn, twirled in front of the mirror, trying to perfect the balance between casual and stylish for the evening ahead.

As she rushed to finish her makeup, Charles lounged on her bed, an amused grin on his face. "You know, Joris won't notice if your eyeliner is perfect or not."

Yn rolled her eyes, and hurriedly applied a final stroke of mascara, glancing at the clock with a hint of panic in her eyes.  "Maybe I just wanted to look presentable for once, Charles, not like you” she says, feigning nonchalance.

"You know, you're not fooling anyone. We all know you're taking extra time to impress him tonight."

Yn scoffed, trying to deflect. "Oh, please. You're imagining things"

As the two siblings descended the stairs, they joined a group of friends gathered in the living room. 

"Salut, tout le monde!" Charles announced as they arrived, drawing everyone's attention. 

Riccardo, a lively friend with a perpetual grin, greeted her first, "Bonjour, Yn! You look ravishing tonight."

Yn blushed, "Merci, Riccardo. You're too kind"

The group set off for a stroll around the glamorous streets of Monaco. The air was filled with laughter and the excited chatter of friends.

Unbeknownst to Yn, her friends, including Joris, were well aware of her not-so-secret crush.

Joris, a boy with a charming smile and kind eyes, walked alongside Yn.

As they walked, Yn caught glimpses of Joris, the object of her secret affection. She stole shy glances in his direction, catching his eye a few times. Unbeknownst to her, Joris couldn't help but smile every time he caught her looking.

"Alors, Yn, did you pick your outfit for Joris or the entire population of Monaco?" teased Marta, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Yn blushed, "Marta, you know I just like to look good"

Riccardo winked, "Sure, Yn. Whatever you say"

Their journey continued through the bustling mall, and the group split up. Marta and another friend insisted on exploring a flower shop, while Charles and the rest wanted to visit the tech shop nearby, leaving Yn feeling torn because Yn wanted to go to her favorite boutique. Joris, sensing her hesitation, offered to accompany her.

"I'll join you, Yn. It seems we have similar taste," he offered with a charming smile.

Their friends exchanged knowing glances, teasing smiles hinting at the unspoken feelings between the two. As Yn and Joris explored the shops together, their interactions became a dance of laughter and shared glances.

Inside the shop, Yn couldn't resist trying on a beautiful jacket. Joris couldn't help but admire her. "Tu es magnifique," he whispered, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. {You look beautiful.}

The warmth of his compliment ignited a blush on her cheeks. They exchanged shy smiles, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Yn blushed, fumbling for words and she stammered, "Uh, thanks. I mean, merci." And their interaction left them both feeling flustered and giddy.

As they rejoined the group later, Charles pulled Yn aside, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, you were redder than that jacket. What happened there?"

"Nothing," Yn mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Charles chuckled, giving her a playful nudge. "Sure, sis. Whatever you say."

As evening approached and the temperature dropped, the group decided to have dinner at a cozy restaurant.

"Let's grab dinner, it's getting late and chilly," Charles suggested, pulling Yn closer to him protectively. "What do you all think?"

Agreeing nods and murmurs of approval filled the air as they made their way to a nearby restaurant.

"Smile, everyone!" Charles called out, holding up his phone. The group huddled together, flashing their brightest smiles as the camera captured the moment.

Charles, in his usual teasing manner, orchestrated the seating arrangements, placing Yn next to Joris. Throughout the dinner, their friends exchanged knowing glances, subtly encouraging the connection between Yn and Joris.

The warmth inside enveloped them like a comforting embrace. They settled at a large table, with Yn finding herself next to Joris, a quiet and reserved boy she'd known since childhood.

"Que veux-tu manger?" Charles asked Yn, scanning the menu with her (What do you want to eat?)

" I think I'll have the grilled chicken" she replied, deciding on the grilled chicken.

Amidst the banter, Yn noticed Joris stealing glances her way. She smiled at him, not realizing the subtle yet kindled connection forming between them.

Joris, seated next to Yn, couldn't help but steal glances at her while savoring his food.

"Tu aimes le plat, Yn?" Joris asked, his eyes showing a mix of nervousness and curiosity.

"Oui, c'est délicieux," Yn replied, appreciating the effort he took to engage in conversation.

As the dinner progressed, the group shared stories, laughter, and occasional glances. The warmth of friendship melted away the evening chill, but it was evident that the night was advancing. Charles suggested, "On devrait commencer à penser à partir, non?" (We should start thinking about leaving, right?)

The group agreed, settling the bill and heading out into the cool night. They huddled together, waiting for their parents to pick them up.

In the midst of the shared warmth and camaraderie, Joris mustered up the courage to speak to Yn. "Uh, Yn, je voulais te dire quelque chose." (Uh, Yn, I wanted to tell you something)

She turned towards him, curious. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?"  she asked. (What is it?)

"Je... euh, j'aime bien passer du temps avec toi," he stammered, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. (I... um, I really like spending time with you)

Yn's eyes widened in surprise, a smile forming on her lips. "Moi aussi," she responded, not realizing the depth of his feelings. (Me too)

Joris hesitated for a moment, then finally blurted out, "Euh, je t'aime bien, Yn. Et, euh, je me demandais si tu voudrais peut-être… passer du temps avec moi le week-end prochain?" (Um, I like you, Yn. And, uh, I was wondering if you might want to... hang out with me next weekend?)

A smile tugged at Yn's lips, her heart warming at Joris's shy confession. "J'adorerais, Joris," she replied, her eyes meeting his. (I’d love to Joris)

As their parents arrived to pick them up, the group bid their goodbyes. Yn and Charles climbed into the car, sharing a quiet moment on the way home.

As they drove home, Yn turned to her brother, gratitude shining in her eyes.

"Ça va, Yn?" Charles asked, glancing over to his sister with a grin.

"Oui, tout va bien," Yn replied, exchanging a playful smile with her brother. “Merci, Charles. Merci pour cette soirée," she expressed, overwhelmed with a sense of appreciation for the life she had. (Thank you, Charles. Thank you for this evening)

Charles smiled, understanding the unspoken emotions. "De rien, Yn. Always here for you."

Little did Yn know, the events of the evening had set the stage for a budding connection with Joris, a connection that held the promise of more adventures and moments yet to unfold.

i hope you liked it and if you want to know more about joris and yn and the adventures they are going to follow stay tuned (also the annoying ballet girls are coming back but they are going to know who not mess with)

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