My Wife - Formula 1 Drivers
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Summary: Or the first time they call you their wife, except you guys aren’t married.
Note(s)/Warnings(s): This does not feature every f1 driver, but just the ones I’m currently writing for/could think of ideas for. These are just little blurbs of when I think they would slip up and call you their wife for the first time. Mainly fluff, but Pierre’s is NSFW, because well it’s Pierre.
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Pierre Gasly
“So good for me, amor.” Pierre groans, a hand resting on the back of her head, careful not to curl his fingers into her hair as she sucks him off. “Feels so good.” He moans when her fingers dig into his thighs a bit. “Just like that.”
She pulls off him, pressing a kiss to the tip before looking up at him. “Fuck my mouth, Pierre.”
His dick twitches at the idea, the thought, hips even jutting up, but he shakes his head. “Non. You told me not to ruin your hair, I listen to the not cock drunk you.”
She sticks out her bottom lip, but it doesn’t sway him. He knew better than to fuck with her hair when she didn’t want him too and the fact that she hadn’t said anything to him calling her cock drunk made him aware it was true.
When he still doesn’t make a move, she presses her bottom lips out a bit more for a brief second before taking him back into her mouth. The feeling makes his head tilt back with a moan. “So good for me.” He repeats. “Such a good wife to me.”
The words make her moan around him and the vibrations have him swearing, free hand curling into the sheets as he nearly cums.
Liam Lawson:
She laughs as she feels Liam mumble something against her neck. She was all too used to his drunken mumbles pressed against her skin. Though it’d been awhile since he was so sloshed that she couldn’t make out a single thing from his mumbling.
“What was that, love?” She asks, reaching a hand awkwardly behind her to run fingers through his hair.
“Wife.” He mumbles, “Wife.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “Wife?”
He nods, planting a kiss that’s more tongue to her neck making her shudder. “Wife. Such a good, amazing wife.”
A small laugh leaves her and she feels more than hears the whine he lets out. “Who makes a good wife?” She asks, wishing she had her phone with her and it wasn’t on the charge. This would be such a good drunken Liam ramble to capture.
“You.” He whines, pressing closer to her, hands clumsy pushing up her shirt so they can rest on the bare skin of her stomach. “You're such a good wife. My wife.” He mumbles and she can feel his grin pressed to her skin, before he bites lightly making her jump. “My wife.”
She lets out another laugh gently patting his hands, hoping that in his drunken state he can’t tell how much he’s flustered her. “Okay, love. I’m your wife.”
Charles Leclerc:
“I met her.”
Pascale raises an eyebrow at the non-greeting. It was unlike her Charles, but the slight reverent breathlessness to his voice makes her give him a pass on not having manners as she turns to rearrange the cupboard. “Met who?”
“I met her, maman. My wife.”
“Oh,” her heart thuds a little painfully in her chest. She had heard Charles love, but this was in love and it made her wish that Herve was here to also get to see and hear it. Shutting the cupboard door, she takes a seat at the dining table, pressing the phone a little firmer to her ear. “Tell me all about her.”
Lando Norris:
“Where’d you get the plant?” Lando reads aloud, before glancing back at the new addition to his streaming background. “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask the wife,” he immediately stops face showing horror before quickly correcting. “Girlfriend, girlfriend, chat! I did not get married. I do not want a call from my mother wondering why I’ve suddenly eloped.”
Oscar Piastri:
“Hey, babe. Can you call my phone. I’ve lost it?”
Her eyebrows raise as she stares at it poking out from underneath a magazine on the dining table, but pulling out her own phone she calls it. She presses her lips together when he curses when it rings not in the bedroom where he is, but rather out in the living area.
Walking out of the bedroom, he easily spots the now ringing phone on the dining table, scowling at it, before scooping it up and hitting end.
“Wait, what do you have my contact as?” She asks, having only caught a glimpse of it, but it wasn’t her name.
His eyes widen and he shrugs, slipping the device into his pocket. “I don’t know.”
“Oscar.” She steps a little closer. “What do you have me under?”
“What do you have me under?” He parrots back.
Her tongue presses into her cheek for a moment. “Os, my love.”
“What?”
She laughs, shaking her head. “No, that’s what I have you as. Os, my love. Comma and everything.”
“Oh,” he murmurs, feeling his cheeks growing warm and suddenly his contact name for her isn’t embarrassing. “Wife. I’ve got you under as wife.”
“Os,” her voice is soft and he feels himself flush more. “You’re so sweet.” She tells him, before kissing him.
Daniel Ricciardo:
“Any plans for the break?”
Daniel smiles at the interviewer, “Not really. I’ll be back in the factory for some testing and such. But the wife and I might end up in LA for a few days. Meet up with some friends.”
“The wife? Well things must be getting serious.”
“Just a little.” He holds up fingers that are just barely not touching, before laughing and dropping his hand. “Nah, it’s very serious. Can’t really be with someone for three years and it not be serious.”
“You’d be surprised, Daniel. You’d be surprised.”
Logan Sargeant:
Logan watches as his cousin, Tyler, blushes when she bends down to press a kiss to his cheeks, quickly running back to his mom and hiding behind her legs.
“He’s so sweet.” She murmurs to Logan when she joins him, looking at the flowers the four year old had given to her.
“Do I have some competition?”
She sends him an annoyed look before nodding. “Yes. Tyler was very sweet, giving me flowers and asking me to marry him.”
His mouth drops open. He hadn’t been able to hear what Tyler had said to her or what she had said back, but marry him? “But you're my wife.”
She snorts at the whine in his voice and the way he’s wrapping himself around her.
“Really? Cause I don’t see a ring on her finger.”
“Mom!” Logan protests, straightening a bit, cheeks turning pink.
“She does have a point. I mean, no ring.” She wiggles her left ring finger, exchanging a grin with Logan’s mom.
“I can’t believe I’m losing to a four year old.” He groans, resting his head on her shoulder as she laughs.
Max Verstappen:
Max grins at Thomas. The two had karted together when Max had first started and it had been a good few years since they saw each other. It was pure chance that they were even running into each other.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m good.” Max nods, eyes catching on the girl walking towards him with a small smile on her face, and he quickly wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. “Been better with this one, actually. Thomas, this is my wife.”
Her head snaps towards him, barely hearing her name and she just barely manages to extend a hand out to shake Max’s old friend's hand. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
“You as well. I had no idea that you got married, Max. Keeping it private?”
Max flushes, his words finally catching up to him but before he can stutter and stammer in his way through an explanation, she replies. “Something like that.”
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Mønster High Diet 𖹭
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"Walkin' down a darkened hallway
Everybody turns to look at you...
... A sinister style, mystery with a smile
You're drop-dead gorgeous (Drop-dead gorgeous)
High school gives me the creeps
But when I'm with my peeps
You can't ignore us
This is where the ghoul kids rule!"
Guidelines: ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.
You are a monster. Your skin hangs sickening from the bone; eyes sunken and hollow; ribs, collarbone, wrists, all protruding and gauntly. So in other words you look fangtastic! Truly a body to die for, so get to it!
No monster in Mønster High would be caught dead in an unstylish look. It would be total hysteria! Adorn that outfit that makes you feel freaky fabulous, and don't forget the scaressories!
What's a ghoul without their ghoulfriends? These can be your monsternet friends too! Always do everything together/talk to them about everything. Such a freaktastic clique!
Inspo: ☾⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~
Diet: (¬ ´ཀ` )¬
Morning: You open your eyes to another dreary, stormy day- could anything be more creeperific?! You make your coffin/floating/water tank (whatever fits the type of monster you are) bed, before getting dressed in your most gore-geous outfit. Maybe you grab a quick breakfast on your way to Mønster High- need the energy for clawculus! (100 cał limit).
Afternoon: The bell screams, and every monster is racing to the creepateria! You get in line and look at the menu- mummy dogs, batloaf, screechzza, rats blood and eye of newt soup- what to choose? Join your ghouls at your table to eat and talk over the latest ghostly gossip on Spectra's blog. (200 cał limit).
Evening: It was a fangtastic day at Mønster High, and you and your beasties aren't letting such a defright go so easily. Maybe you have an after school club- fearleading or arts and bats - or maybe you and your boos head to the maul for the latest sale. Walk to your local vampitheater to see a popular showing (I've heard that Mean Ghouls is good)! After a long day, you want to wind down at home. Mom is making ghoulash for dinner (gross), so you skip it. You need a cat nap anyways. (0 cał limit).
Midnight: Being a monster isn't all creeperific. Your strange impulses keep waking you up at random hours of the night! Choose a specific time (like 12:03 am or 3:00 am) where you can be ravenous. Act on your frightening hunger. (200 cał limit).
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Inspired by @honeysugarfree
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Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Let's Eat!
(That is, let's live, want, connect... oh, you know what I mean by now)
I like how Yaad and the other living villagers can casually talk with the ghosts, because for all intents and purposes they were also ghosts... In fact, those who stayed and spent centuries going through the patterns of life even though all true meaning had been lost long ago were MORE "ghosts" than those who lost their corporeal forms because they wanted to escape so badly that they went wandering... That's so fuckin' good. I wanna eat this writing.
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Kabru just randomly walking out of the bushes the second Laios starts considering politics...love him. He was summoned. His PR spidey senses were going off.
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look at my boy, establishing his own authority.
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Lol this was me when we moved house last month, and my job was to just stand in the new living room and tell people where to put which box or piece of furniture. It's an important job in a task with a lot of people!
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FUCK YEAH, THAT'S MY MAN! HE LOOKS GREAT!
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fucking love the trope of "one savvy friend in the crowd who deliberately gets a supportive chant going." Of course it's Kabru.
Though it's important to note that the first thing someone called was, "The demon-eater's here!", and there was muttering while no one was entirely sure if that was a good thing or not... Kabru didn't start the rumble of the crowd; the rumble of the crowd is unavoidable, and you have to be aware of that. Laios has always been aware of that, he's just never known what to do about it, and so tried to avoid it. But he's not avoiding it anymore - so Kabru started the hype of the crowd.
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They're both right! In order to eat, you need to kill! A memento of a meal IS a spoil of war!
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They're unhappy bros... /laughing
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Shown: man desperately reassuring himself, and psyching himself up to eat this stupid dragon meat
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DADCHUCK. Istg my father has said the same thing to me.
p.s. oh thank god he's fully dressed again. it was indecent.
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Marcille is so resigned to this, and so...determined to see it as her own choice. "We all agreed", "I've got to go" - and I'm sure she does see it as her own choice, in a way, because this is how the world has always worked and she knows that. She knew that going in. Those who do ancient magic are arrested by the Elves of the West, that's just the "natural" consequence. She might've gotten away with it if she'd gone undiscovered, or if she'd stayed in the dungeon forever, but she didn't - she chose to pursue her craft, to save Falin, and to do everything after that, too, and so she implicitly chose the consequence with it. If it's unfair, well, thinking that changes nothing, so it's better not to think it.
Until Laios is like, "Actually, I might have political power now? And I'm SO goddamn tired of myself and people I love being punished just for being different, and interested in unconventional things. Let's try something."
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WELL-FUCKING-PLAYED! GET THEIR ASSES, LAIOS! It's especially great because I'm pretty sure he knows the answers to all of this by now? Power move!
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Is she sitting there completely nude except for jewelry and a short robe. Icons only, honestly. Though "we have the luxury of time" feels like so much of a threat from an elf.
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Hey, you did objectively defeat him! Okay arguably the Lion did but Laios did it first, he just also then talked to him, and got grabbed by friendly vine-tentacles. You didn't kill him, but that's not what Delgal asked for anyway!
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thinking about that post that observed that Thistle's driving madness was specifically getting Delgal home for dinner, to eat all together as a family again, and he wakes up to the sound of the people of the Golden Kingdom eagerly inviting the (new) king to eat, and him responding...crying... What is lost is lost, but life will go on.
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The moment when a character decides to lie to another character for their own good is always so compelling. The little moral quandary microcosm.
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So Yaad did know something of what passed between Delgal and Thistle, that drove Thistle down the path to dark magic. He know what it was his grandfather blamed himself for.
This is SUCH A GOOD AND QUIET-SAD DEATH SCENE, but as a consummate fan of 'actually, living is much much harder than dying, and much more interesting too', I do like to think Thistle lives and has to...figure out what to do with his life. And that 'what to do with his life' ends up including ancient magic mad science with Marcille.
...But honestly, even though that'd be fun for me, it seems almost cruel to Thistle. He's been alive for so long. Those he loved most are gone. He held the demon back from the surface, trapped in those books, for so long, even if it was in no way whatsoever with the good of the world in mind. If anyone deserves this peaceful death in (what he thinks are) his brother's forgiving arms, it's him.
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Unfortunately, my love, as has been ceaselessly proven in this story: that's life.
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Marcille has caught onto one of the major themes! However, this story still isn't in favor of afternoon special Moral of the Story - not of letting the characters wrap things up with a bow, at least. You just go on living and wanting and learning about and connecting with and killing new things, forever! That's how it goes! You never know everything and you're always a little bit starving!
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I really love this grumpy old man, and I want him to stick around and be one of Laios's advisors. He's an old gnome, he'll die as soon as an average tallman would anyway.
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This is a) very touching coming from Mithrun, who is only just regaining his own will to live, and b) almost tautalogical in this story EXCEPT that it is also clear that merely "wanting" doesn't mean you get to continue to live, it only means that you're alive in this moment - you also need to want to live MORE than whatever's trying to kill you wants to live.
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GREAT VISUALS!
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And then it's so small, so small that she could leave it behind entirely but Falin is still so kind that she picks it up anyway! Falin who looks at everyone and everything - ghosts and brothers and mad mages and dead dragons, the latter of whom were both violently oppressing her soul - and thinkgs "I gotta help." She's so good!
I'm really going to need to write a like 2k post-canon character study about how Falin has part of the spirit of a dragon in her chest which unfurls while she travels abroad and curls up again and hides when she's home with Marcille and especially with Laios, and how it's a metaphor for her own independence but also literally there is the spirit of a dragon. At the end of it she figures out how to nurture and commune with the dragon enough to have her own flight-capable wings.
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THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL-LOOKING. AUTOPHAGIC SELF-CREATION FOR THE FUCKING WIN!!
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YYEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
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fuck it, have a collage, because this bitch-ass website is about to cut off my photos-per-post. It can't HANDLE the sheet joy of Falin resurrection reunion hugs!!
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so many people love her, or at least are really emotionally invested in this now!! /sobs
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Lmaoooo
Laios: wracked with food poisoning because he ate raw walking mushroom
Falin: great distress!
Marcille: trying very hard to help, also thinking sooo hard that He Is An Idiot. [btw I love how it looks like she takes up holding her hair back with a band]
Kabru: having his weekly moment, as he has for the past many years and will continue to have until he dies, of wondering if he shouldn't really have just killed this guy rather than let him become king
Kabru definitely wrote this whole ending narration btw. This is his press release from like 40 years in the future. And those kids! An orc kid and a kobold kid, and zooming out to show kids of other races, all playing together and going to lunch together!!
And then they all lived, and hungered and ate and killed and wanted and sought understanding and connected with one another and were part of the great circle of life, as happily ever after as one can get.
This story truly was delicious...in dungeon!
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