#pia on fanfiction

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia! Would you be ok with fanfics/spin-offs of Palmarosa? With credit of course. All the love for you and your amazing writing!

I would be totally okay with this!!! As long as there's credit, go for it - AO3 even lets you link a work back to the one that inspired it, so that people who are reading Palmarosa can see that other works have been inspired by it and go read those too!!

I believe it's already happened at least once with Palmarosa (though that work hasn't been linked through AO3 afaik), and honestly it's just very humbling that folks want to do it in general!

[norrizzandpia]

Heyy, hope you’re having a good day.

Don’t know if your requests are open but I really wanted to ask something. Could you write Oscar with baby fever, but like a lot, to the point that Lando knows about it and makes fun of him, and he is always trying to convince reader that they are ready to have a baby and how he would love to see her pregnant and obviously showing all the time vídeos o cute babies. Then to make it a little longer you could make some embarrassing moment of this baby fever, like Oscar getting flustered (or more lol) when seeing reader with a baby or like zac listening him saying some weird stuff, something like that yk. Then after months she accept. (If you are felling writing a little angst, you could write in the same one or another part, they trying to get pregnant but they can’t and Oscar gets very frustrated and ends up venting with Lando or so and little time later they discovered she is pregnant just to end in a cute way).

If you like the idea and decide to write it, feel free to make any changes you desire, I love your writing and I’m sure you’ll make my idea a thousand time better. Thank you <3

It is CRIMINAL how long it took me to answer this superb request.

Let’s Have A Baby, Baby (OP81)

Summary: There is nothing Oscar wants more than for Y/n to get pregnant with his kid, and everyone knows it.

Warnings: sexual conversations, language, Oscar has no filter at all, an extremely graphic and sexual conversation that has Zak traumatized (pray for him), tooth rotting fluff idk where any of this came from

Note: i didn’t put any angst in this because THIS WAS TOO CUTE TO ADD ANYTHING BAD THIS COUPLE DESERVES EVERY BIT OF HAPPINESS AND MORE WITHOUT ANY COMPLICATIONS I MEAN IT.

How do you tell someone having a child at the ripe age of 22 is not a good idea?

Y/n sat at the end of the bed, watching Oscar pace back and forth as he rambled about how much he wanted to get her pregnant.

“Baby, you’d look so pretty. Please? You know how good the sex would be.” He turned toward her, eyes holding hers as he looked at her with his persuasive doe eyes.

Y/n groaned as her head fell back, “Osc, the sex is already good. Why do we need to add a child to the mix?”

Oscar fell to the floor, kneeling in front of her with his hands resting on her knees as he tilted his head, “Because it’ll be fun! And you could dress them up in little clothes and…” He trailed off, his eyes shifting toward the floor before meeting hers once more, “We’d be a family.”

Y/n’s lip pouted out, emotions running strong in her body as her boyfriend held her hands so tightly, “Oscar,” She rubbed lightly over his cheekbone, “I would love to be a family with you, make a family with you, but I just don’t think I’m ready for that right now. Your career is just taking off and I’ve just barely started to figure out what I want to do with the degree I just earned. It’s not the right time.”

Oscar sighed, head lulling forward and into her lap, “Fine. I guess you’re right.”

Y/n smiled softly and folded forward, planting a kiss into his hair as she scratched at his scalp. “This doesn’t mean I don’t ever want kids, you know?”

He gave a small smile into her lap before looking up at her, “I know. I think I’m just a bit crazed with baby fever right now. You’re right. It’s not a good time to have a whole ass kid now.”

Y/n giggled, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Oscar stood up, moving to sit beside her on the bed. His arm hooked around her waist, pulling her into him and kissing her hair quickly as he murmured, “I still think you’d look good pregnant. With my kid, to be precise.”

—

“Y/n, are you seeing this?!” Oscar exclaimed as he shoved his phone in his girlfriend’s face. The TikTok he was showing her was of a little girl giggling continuously as, from what Y/n could gather, the child’s father tickled her stomach.

She blushed, “Yes, very cute, baby.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, “Exactly. Baby. I want a baby.”

“Mate…” Lando said with exhaustion, his head lulling back onto the couch he was sprawled out on. The McLaren crew members off to the side, getting coffees from the hospitality center, snickered.

Oscar’s head snapped to his teammate, “What? You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend to have a kid with.”

“Oscar!” Y/n yelled, hitting his arm as a warning while Lando just keeled over in laughter.

His face was red as he got out, “Oscah! Who taught you to talk like that?!”

Oscar just smiled, “You.”

Lando leaned back, gasping for breath as he came down, “Does that mean I can be its uncle?”

Oscar shook his head, “I’m thinking godfather.”

Y/n scoffed, “We are not having a child! Stop dreaming of something that is not going to be happening for a few more years.”

Oscar shot her a quick glance with a grin, “Just wait till I give you a preview of what having a kid could let us do and I’m sure your mind will change.”

Lando’s mouth fell open, “I need to be removed from the country after hearing that come out of your mouth.”

“Oscar, there is something mentally wrong with you.” Y/n hit his arm once more, shooting him a warning look.

He sidled up to her, “Think a baby could fix that?”

Y/n groaned and Lando laughed, “OSCAR!”

—

“Y/n! Oscar! Do you guys think you could watch Mila while Sav, Ollie, and I all go for a walk on the paddock?” Lando asked hesitantly, eyeing Oscar with his niece in his arms.

From the way they were staring at each other, Y/n knew Oscar had put Lando up to this. Nonetheless, she smiled, “Sure!”

Oscar beamed.

Y/n took Mila from Lando’s arms, turning to Oscar as Mila stared after her uncle as he walked away. A shy child, Y/n knew Mila would do well with a bit of childish conversation.

“Mila, who’s your favorite? Uncle Lala or Oscar?” Y/n smiled, pinching Mila’s cheeks to draw a few giggles from the little girl.

Mila squealed, “Uncle Lala!! Lala!”

Y/n’s heart warmed at the way the cute child screaming the sweetest nickname. Oscar looked down at his girlfriend and, in his delusions, their child.

He cocked his head, “You fall into the role quite well.”

His comment went ignored by his girlfriend as she continued poking Mila lightly, laughing along with the young girl as her head fell into Y/n’s chest from the tickling.

Y/n smiled up at him before turning around, wandering off into the McLaren garage with Mila still tucked under her arm. Oscar wished he could take a picture. Save it for later. He loved everything before his eyes.

When he was done getting lost in fairy land, he jogged in the direction his girlfriend had taken. What he found was a sight so dear to his heart. Y/n in conversation with Mark, a sleeping Mila in her arms. Part of the reason why he loved the image so much was how comfortable Y/n looked, how Mila laid against her body so easily and how Y/n swayed as if it was second nature.

He wished she could see what he saw.

Mark nodded at him as he came to stand next to Y/n, pulling her into him by the waist and trying to decipher the topic of conversation. “You’re talking about Otmar leaving Alpine?”

“Yeah, good riddance.” Y/n sighed, hand rubbing up and down Mila’s back.

Oscar squeezed her hip softly, “I want to leave that man in my past.”

Mark rolled his eyes, “Don’t we all.”

“There isn’t any corner of the world he could be that is too far from us.” Oscar murmured, face grimacing at the thought of the horrid man.

Y/n laughed and kissed his shoulder, “It’s okay, Osc. You don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

Mark nodded along, eyes entranced with the picture in front of him. He knew Oscar yearned for kid with Y/n, but it had never looked so real before. The boy he had watched grow up, helped fight for, had all of a sudden grown into a man who pushed for children with his girlfriend. Mark knew Oscar was still young, too young for kids, but it still felt a bit odd to see him as someone’s father. It was sobering to see Oscar, his girlfriend, and a child all at once, in a position that made them look like a family. Truthfully, a part of him felt at peace to know the war was over. Oscar had found a seat, a team that prioritized him, and a person who loved him wholly. There was no need to worry about Oscar anymore. What was he to do now?

“Can I take a picture of you two really quick?” Mark asked, a question so surprising Oscar and Y/n shared a strange look.

“Sure?” Y/n said, not fully understanding the reason behind his request.

Mark moved back an inch, position his camera as Y/n and Oscar smiled. Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder while Mila stayed in her arms, still asleep against her body. He turned his camera around to show the couple what he had just captured and Y/n’s heart squeezed. Oscar almost screamed and ripped his hair out. He wanted what this picture implied so badly. With her.

He kept his composure, “We look cute, no?”

Y/n hesitated, a lingering grin on her face as she stared down at the image. Though, her smile lengthened and she tilted her head, “Can you send that to me?”

—

Oscar was in rare form. From the moment he had woken up, he was making suggestive comments in Y/n’s ear. To put it shortly, he was horny for the woman by his side. When Oscar got like this, he became impulsive and threw caution to the wind. Therefore, Y/n wasn’t surprised when he started rambling to her in the middle of the McLaren garage.

“All I’m saying is that you would look damn good carrying my kid.” He giggled, hand dangerously low on her back.

“Oscar…” She whispered, eyes darting around them in an effort to show him how public he was making their conversation.

He shook his head, “No one can hear what I’m saying. They’re too wrapped up in their work. They don’t know that I’m telling you how good it would feel to fuck you raw.”

She blushed, “Oscar,” She tried once more, though her voice was beginning to lose his edge.

His hand brushed her hair out of the way, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Do you like that idea? Like the thought of me coming inside of you? Like the thought of everyone knowing you’re mine because you’re carrying my child?”

Her hand brushed up against his abs as she turned to look at him, his eyes boring down into hers. “Oscar, you are working.”

“So? We can go try for one right now, love. Just say the word.”

She tried to hold her composure, “Oscar, you are so bold.”

He kissed her softly, “Yeah? Or am I just attracted to the idea of seeing my cum leak out of you? I’d fuck it back into you with my fingers. Make sure it takes.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but her insides clenched together.

He tried once more, “I can tell you want it. I can feel your skin getting hotter under my hands,” He brushed his fingers against the skin peeking out from her crop top, “I could be feeling you cum around my bare cock too.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but a loud throat clearing stopped her.

Oscar froze, Y/n paled.

The couple turned their heads slowly behind them, Zak side glancing them from his place inches away from them. Oscar opened his mouth to apologize, but Zak put up his hand.

“I never want to talk about this ever again.” He said, his voice so sharp it could cut ice.

Oscar’s hand flew to his mouth, “Zak, I’m so incredibly sorry. That wasn’t meant to be hear-”

Zak shook his head, “Oscar, I don’t care what the hell you do on your free time. Hell! I think it’s endearing how much you want to have kids with your girlfriend. But, I swear to God,” His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, “If I have to hear you talk about doing anything physical with your girlfriend, I will give you a bad car.”

Oscar nodded shortly, “Understood. I’m so sorry.”

Zak grimaced and shivered before giving the couple one last glance. A whisper loud enough for them to hear, “I’m so unsettled.”

Oscar turned back to his girlfriend. The woman so horrified, she refused to look at him.

He tilted his head, “It’s not that bad?”

Y/n snapped her head up at him. Her gaze fiery, it turned Oscar on. “You will never speak to me when we are near Zak, yeah?”

She walked away before he could respond.

“Y/n, that’s insane!” He screamed as he ran after her.

Lando chuckled to himself at the scene. Not knowing what Oscar had said, but inferring from the way Zak stared at a trash can like he was five seconds from vomiting into it.

—

Oscar stared down at Y/n as they laid in bed together, post-sex haze slowly depleting. His hand pushed tangled hair out of her face as he laid small kisses on her face, “I love you,” He whispered.

She smiled softly, “I love you too.”

From the way his eyes softened, Y/n’s being found peace. When she was younger, she had been so convinced she would never find love, never find a man who wanted to love her. Part of her wished she could go back in time and show her 16 year old self a picture of Oscar, detailing the man she would later find. Even though they fought and he got her so annoyed sometimes, he would always live to show her that what she had thought was unrealistic in love, was completely attainable. She had loved romcoms, yearning for that kind of feeling for someone else, but she was always lectured on how impossible that was. Oscar was the living counter argument to that statement. From the way he looked at her to the delicate nature of how he held her hand, she was secure in his love for her. A child was a lot, but a child was also a statement of forever. She wanted forever with Oscar, he did too. She wanted to share something so intimate with him beyond sex and vulnerability.

She wanted a kid with him.

In the silence of the night, she lightly spoke the words, “I think I’m ready for a baby.”

A year later and the sentence finally met his ears. Oscar stared at the wall behind her for a moment before letting his gaze fall to her.

“What?” Is all he could find within himself. The woman and the words of his dreams, finally a reality.

She giggled, “I’m ready to try for kids, Osc.”

His hands flew to cradle her face. He shook her head lightly as tears flooded his vision. His voice broke, “What?”

He couldn’t begin to muster another syllable, the staring was all his body could take. He wanted to memorize the twinkle in her eye as she completed his world. He wanted to think back on this moment and remember the way her hand felt against his rapidly beating heart, the way his hands got lost in her hair, the smell of her faded perfume, and the sincerity in her words.

He kissed her lips, soft and gentle as tears fell from his eyes. When they pulled back, she laughed and wiped the wetness on his cheeks, “Why are you crying, baby?”

His mouth opened and closed before speaking, “Because we’re having a kid… and I’ve found you, found the person I know the rest of my life was meant to be shared with. I think I’m just…” He trailed off, trying to find his words amongst all the things swirling around in his body, “I always knew I would be proud of myself if I got into F1, achieved a seat in the sport. I thought that would be the greatest achievement of my life, the most proud I would’ve ever been of myself. But, that’s not true because, in this moment, I am so much more proud of myself for being worthy enough of you and having a kid with you than getting a seat in Formula 1. I never thought about who I would settle down with, but now that I know it’s you, I can’t believe it was ever something that wasn’t on my mind. You are everything I ever think about. The life awaiting us and whatever tries to ruin our plans, I want it all. You are the beginning and end of my life.”

Y/n’s eyes were teary by the end of his confession, feeling as if she was drowning in the love of the moment.

When they kissed again, it felt more solidifying. Solidifying in that tomorrow, when they were filled with energy again, they would try for a baby. Solidifying that sometime, whether that was five years in the future or next week, a positive pregnancy test would sit brightly on the counter of their bathroom, affirming the forever they already knew was in store.

—

(ONE MONTH LATER)

How do you tell someone they’re 23 and going to be a dad?

Y/n snuck through the McLaren building at the Australian Grand Prix. Lando was in tow behind her as well as Mark and Oscar’s family, all eight of them tiptoeing toward Oscar’s room with large smiles.

Y/n clutched the pregnancy test in her hands, palms sweating heavily moments before she presented Oscar with news that would send him into sobs. No doubt.

“That one,” Lando whispered, pointing toward a black door at the end of the hallway. When they reached it, Y/n turned back.

“Who’s recording?” She asked quietly as Mark smiled and shoved his phone out in front of him.

Y/n giggled, “Screenager,” before sending him a playful glance, her teasing out of love.

With another look to the group, her knuckles rapped on the door.

“One sec!” Oscar’s voice yelled, a few moments passing before he was flinging the door open with a smile. That smile, however, soon fell slightly at the sight of everyone he ever loved standing before him.

“Oh, no. What have I done?” He asked, face dropping as he made eye contact with his beaming mother. “What’s going on?” He asked, slightly confused at the manic faces of his family and closet friend.

“Oscar,” Y/n whispered, his attention drawing to her immediately.

His head cocked to the side, “Baby, what’s going on?”

Y/n smiled, “A baby.”

His confusion grew, “What do you mean ‘a baby’?”

“Oscar…” She said once more, hands shifting in their grasp.

In the tone of her voice, he found happiness.

“No,” He whispered.

Her hands came to rest between their bodies, the pregnancy test on clear display, “Yes,”

A very concerning scream erupted from Oscar before be flung himself into the arms of his girlfriend and, therefore, everyone behind her. There was loud squeals and laughter before Oscar pulled back.

“THERE’S GOING TO BE A BABY?!” He screamed, the volume bouncing off the walls and most likely down to the garage.

Y/n nodded, “OUR BABY!”

Another scream that Lando would have to make fun of Oscar for later. The couple hugged each other tightly, jumping and down in the most giddy way. Truly embarrassing for Oscar, according to Lando, but the Brit also knew how much his friend had pleaded for this.

It was clear in the way he choked back tears; clear in the way he held Y/n; clear in the way he stuffed the pregnancy test into his pocket, mumbling to himself about wanting to put it in a scrapbook for their first child.

Maybe the moment could have been left to just Oscar and Y/n, but, as they all conversed excitedly about nine months in the future, Oscar found everything he ever needed.

Formula 1 was a bonus.

This was his dream.

Y/n and Baby 1 were his drea-

Y/n and Baby 1 were his reality.

[buckactuallys]

you still make sense to me

“But why wouldn’t I be?” Eddie asks. It’s not something he has to think about for long – he’s never desired Marisol that way, even though he knows he should. “She’s beautiful, I really like her, why don’t I want to sleep with her?”

“Well, I’m afraid sexual attraction isn’t logical. No one is attracted to everyone, Eddie. But,” he gives a little nod, and Eddie braces for whatever is about to hit him, “since it sounds like you weren’t particularly sexually attracted to your previous girlfriend either, it might be worth looking into some other possibilities.”

“Like what?” Eddie asks nervously.

“Well, it could be that they’re both women, and you’re not actually sexually attracted to women.”

Eddie swallows. “But– I have a kid. I can’t be– I can’t be gay.”

“One doesn’t negate the other,” Frank says patiently. “I’m not saying you are gay. I just think it could be enlightening to examine whether or not you have felt sexual attraction towards men. And if you haven’t – there’s also the possibility of asexuality.”

~

eddie is ready for a new relationship – but why does it never feel right? buck has a lot to work through, and doing that comes with a few realizations.

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[falleraatje]

Im Warteraum

Kennt ihr das, wenn man so eine Idee für eine Szene hat, die einen nicht mehr loslässt? Vielleicht wird das hier irgendwann Teil einer größeren Pia/Esther fic, aber fürs Erste gibt es dieses Snippet. Warnungen: car accidents/major injuries (aber in meinem Kopf würde es später natürlich ein Happy End geben)

Esther zieht ihren Mantel enger um sich. Im Warteraum ist es nicht kalt, aber sie friert trotzdem. Wahrscheinlich, weil sie sich seit gefühlten Stunden nicht bewegt hat. Sie hat sich nicht mal nach unten gebeugt zu dem Kaffee, den sie auf dem Boden neben ihrer Tasche abgestellt hat, aber bestimmt ist er sowieso längst viel zu kalt zum Trinken.

Sie könnte neuen Kaffee holen, aber sie tippt darauf, dass dieser nicht einmal frisch gut schmeckt. Außerdem würde das bedeuten, dass sie Schürk einen Kaffee mitbringen muss, weil er ihr eben auch wortlos den Becher in die Hand gedrückt hat. Was vielleicht nicht so schlimm wäre, wenn sie nicht befürchten würde, dass er dann doch mit ihr redet.

Sie kann nicht reden. Sie kann nichts tun außer zu warten auf Neuigkeiten, von denen sie noch nicht weiß, ob sie sie hören will.

Vor ihrem inneren Auge spielen sich immer noch die Bilder vom Unfallort ab. Pias Hand in ihrer, so kraftlos wie noch nie, und doch hat sie versucht, Esthers Finger zu drücken. "Alles gut."

Als ob alles gut sein könnte, wenn Esther zusehen kann, wie die Farbe langsam aus Pias Gesicht verschwindet. "Bitte mach noch mal die Augen auf. Du musst wach bleiben!"

Pia hat auf sie gehört. Sie hat sogar versucht zu lächeln. Diesen Blick hat Esther mitgenommen, auch als sie von den Sanitätern zur Seite gedrängt worden ist.

Esther hat heute so viele ihrer Prinzipien über Bord geworfen. Sie hat sogar zugelassen, dass Schürk sie zum Krankenhaus fährt, in der Hoffnung, dass sie beide heute nicht auch noch einen Unfall bauen. Wenn Esther gefahren wäre, hätte sie für nichts garantieren können, so wie ihre Hände immer noch zittern. Sie krallt sie in die Stuhllehne, aber das hilft nicht das Gefühl loszuwerden, wie Pias Griff in ihrer Hand langsam immer lebloser wird.

"Meinst du, wir sollten noch mal nachfragen?"

Adams Stimme neben ihr lässt Esther zusammenzucken. Dabei wusste sie doch, dass er neben ihr sitzt. Sie hatte nur auf ihre stille Übereinkunft gehofft, dass sie sich weiterhin anschweigen würden.

Doch im Grunde genommen ist das eine legitime Frage. Nur dass Esther darauf nicht mehr erwidern kann als ein Schulterzucken.

Bisher hat nachfragen nichts gebracht. Pia ist im OP, Leo bei irgendwelchen Untersuchungen, wobei schon durchklang, dass es bei ihm nicht ganz so schlimm aussieht. Aber das könnte sich immer noch ändern, je nachdem, was sie bei den Untersuchungen finden. Esther will lieber nicht zu sehr über innere Blutungen und sonstige Verletzungen nachdenken. Aber sie kann absolut verstehen, dass Adam das tut.

Und dass er jetzt trotz ihrer Nicht-Antwort aufsteht, um wieder einmal in Richtung Empfang zu laufen. Dort wird er mit Sicherheit wieder nur hören, dass sie keine Angehörigen sind und deshalb kein Recht auf Auskunft haben. Dass Schürk und Hölzer schon immer so etwas wie Familie füreinander waren, interessiert dort niemanden. Und was auch immer zwischen ihr und Pia läuft, wird genauso wenig als Argument durchgehen.

Esther schließt für einen Moment die Augen. Sie spürt sofort die Feuchtigkeit hinter ihren Lidern aufsteigen und verflucht die trockene Krankenhausluft. Wahrscheinlich wäre es besser, wenn sie nach Hause fährt, aber sie kann nicht. Und immerhin kann sie mit dem Wissen hierbleiben, dass sie damit nicht alleine ist.

Es ist schon merkwürdig, dass es ihr irgendwie Trost spendet, dass ausgerechnet Schürk hier an ihrer Seite sitzt; dass sie im gleichen Boot sind. Aber irgendwie kann sie auch nicht mehr wirklich sauer auf ihn sein, wenn er gleich darauf mit neuem Kaffee und diesem verdammt traurigen Blick wieder auf sie zukommt.

Esther nimmt ihm einen der Pappbecher ab. "Kein Erfolg?" Sie hofft wirklich, dass sie einigermaßen mitfühlend klingt.

Ein Seufzen, ein Kopfschütteln. "Nein. Aber in zwanzig Minuten ist Schichtwechsel. Vielleicht kann ich die dann besser überzeugen."

"Mit deinem überwältigenden Charme oder was?" Es klingt bei Weitem nicht so spöttisch, wie es sollte, aber das ist wohl auch besser so.

Schürk lacht einfach nur trocken. "Man kann es ja wenigstens versuchen."

Er hat es versucht, das muss sie zugeben. Esther hat gewusst, wie wichtig die beiden einander sind, aber dort am Unfallort und auch später hier im Krankenhaus wäre es für jeden offensichtlich gewesen. Dass ihn da nicht einfach jemand durchgewunken hat, weil sie angenommen haben, dass die beiden seit Jahren ein Paar sind...

Esthers Finger wandern wie von selbst zu ihrer Kette. Es ist eine dumme Idee, aber es könnte funktionieren. Dann wäre sie Schürk zumindest für eine Weile los und er könnte sich davon überzeugen, dass es um Leo wirklich nicht so schlimm steht. Vielleicht würde es Esther selbst damit auch besser gehen? Denn im Grunde genommen mag sie Leo ja. Sie hat keine Ahnung warum, aber sie hat ihn doch lieb gewonnen.

Adam schaut sie für einen Moment verwirrt an, als sie ihm den Ring hinhält, den sie gerade von ihrer Kette abgemacht hat. "Was soll ich damit?"

"Die von der neuen Schicht kennen dich noch nicht, oder? Und die werden dir wohl kaum Informationen verweigern, wenn du dir so große Sorgen um deinen Mann machst."

"Mein ..."

"Dein Mann. Du musst das schon überzeugend spielen. Nenn ihn meinetwegen Schatz oder deinen Liebsten. Aber der Ring sollte schon helfen."

"Wo hast du den überhaupt her?" Adam macht immer noch keine Anstalten, den Ring anzunehmen.

Die Geschichte möchte Esther nun wirklich nicht mit allen Details darlegen. Sie bereut es schon ein bisschen, Adam den Ring überhaupt angeboten zu haben. "Von meiner Oma. Also bitte verliere ihn nicht."

Adam nimmt den Ring mit der gebotenen Vorsicht an. Der Ring sieht falsch aus an seinem Finger, aber er scheint zu passen. "Esther -"

"Na los, geh schon. Der Schichtwechsel müsste mittlerweile durch sein, oder?"

Adam nickt knapp. Esther schaut ihm hinterher, als er wieder hinter der Ecke in Richtung Empfang verschwindet. Irgendwie hofft sie, dass er Erfolg hat. An der schauspielerischen Leistung sollte es wenigstens nicht scheitern.

Für einen Moment tut die Ruhe gut. Nicht dass es wirklich still wäre, weil Esther im Hintergrund immer noch das Gerede der anderen Wartenden hört, den Verkehr auf den Parkplatz und ab und zu das Martinshorn eines ankommenden Rettungswagens. Aber es ist trotzdem angenehm, für ein paar Minuten alleine zu sein.

Die Ruhe zieht sich in die Länge. Esther streckt ihre Beine von sich, aber das hilft der Zirkulation nicht wirklich. Sie sollte aufstehen und ein paar Runden durchs Wartezimmer drehen. Dann würde sie vielleicht auch nicht mehr so frieren. Stattdessen nimmt sie einen Schluck von ihrem Kaffee, der wirklich ziemlich beschissen schmeckt und schließt wieder die Augen.

"Pia ist raus aus dem OP."

Esther reißt die Augen auf. Sie kann nicht eingeschlafen sein, und dennoch wirkt Adam vor ihr ein bisschen wie eine Erscheinung aus einem Fiebertraum. "Was?"

"Sie hat die OP gut überstanden und kommt bis zum Aufwachen auf die Intensivstation. Wenn dann alles in Ordnung ist, kann sie auf die Normalstation verlegt werden."

"Was?" Mehr bringt Esther nicht heraus. Normalstation klingt gut. Oder?

"Ich glaube, sie halten mich für einen ziemlich schlechten Ehemann, weil ich nicht mal ihren Geburtstag genau wusste. Ich war fest davon überzeugt, dass es der sechzehnte sein muss."

"Der siebzehnte", murmelt Esther. Es wundert sie nicht, dass Adam sich so etwas nicht merkt. Aber der Rest. "Du hast..."

"Ja." Sie kann sehen, wie Adam den Ring an seinem Finger dreht. "Das war doch das Ziel, oder? Informationen zu bekommen?"

"Und was ist mit Leo?"

"Der würde auch wollen, dass ich nach Pia frage, oder?"

Das kann Esther nicht beantworten. So gut kennt sie Leo eben doch nicht, aber es könnte zu ihm passen. Zu Adam passt das hier allerdings überhaupt nicht, aber mehr als noch ein entgeistertes „Was?“ fällt ihr dazu auch nicht ein.

"Ich habe Leos Schwester vorhin unten gesehen. Wenn ich Glück habe, erinnert sie sich noch, wer ich bin. Und wenn ich noch mehr Glück habe, ist sie nicht allzu sauer auf mich wegen damals."

Esther hat keine Ahnung, was damals war, aber gerade hat sie auch nicht die Kraft, danach zu fragen. Sie streckt eine Hand nach Adam aus und sie ist ein bisschen überrascht, dass Adam sie sofort annimmt. Adams Finger gleiten zwischen ihre und sie spürt das warme Material des Rings an ihrer Haut. "Ich hoffe, dass du Glück hast."

"Wenn Pia nachher wach wird und ich zu ihr darf, versuch ich zu regeln, dass du mitkommen kannst. Und wenn nicht gebe ich ihr mein Handy, damit sie dich anrufen kann."

Esther weiß gar nicht, was sie sagen soll. Sie sollte vielleicht Adams Hand loslassen, damit nicht noch jemand vom Personal denkt, dass Pias Mann sich noch mehr Fehltritte erlaubt, als ihren Geburtstag zu vergessen.

Trotzdem genießt sie einen Augenblick länger die Wärme, die von Adams Hand in ihre herüber zieht. Pias Hand zu halten war schöner, obwohl Esther in dem Moment kaum Gelegenheit hatte, darauf zu achten, was sie dabei fühlt. Auch jetzt mischen sich Angst und Sorge in ihrem Bauch, aber irgendwo ist da auch ein kleiner Funken Hoffnung. Dass es eben doch gut ausgehen kann, auch wenn sie immer noch meint zu spüren, wie das Leben aus Pias Hand weicht.

Adam neben ihr ist warm und lebendig, und Pia wird es auch sein, wenn sie wieder ihre Hand halten kann. Vielleicht nachher, falls Esther zu ihr darf und Pia schon wieder wach und fit genug ist, um so etwas tun zu können. Ansonsten morgen, oder übermorgen. Selbst wenn Esther hier im Krankenhaus ihr Camp aufschlagen muss.

"Danke", sagt sie leise. Mehr Worte wollen einfach nicht kommen. Aber sie hofft, dass es reicht, dass sie Adams Hand noch ein letztes Mal drückt, bevor sie ihn loslässt und die Hand stattdessen wieder an ihren Kaffeebecher legt.

Das Warten ist noch lange nicht vorbei. Aber immerhin kann sie jetzt darauf hoffen, dass es Warten auf etwas Gutes ist.

[muidipel]

Und trotzdem schreit und jubelt Pia mit, lässt sich von der Begeisterung der Fans um sich herum mitreißen, allen voran von Esthers Begeisterung.

Esther, die sich zu ihr umdreht und ihren Fanschal um Pias Hals wirft, den Arm um ihre Schultern schlingt, und sie mit blitzenden Augen und einem breiten Lachen auf dem Gesicht anschaut.

Und für einen Moment steht die Welt still.

750 words on ao3

[anotherobsessedfangirl]

“Ein Abend der mit ein, zwei Bier beginnt, endet auf Leos Wohnzimmerboden mit der glorreichen Idee "Never have I ever" zu spielen. Geheimnisse werden gelüftet, Frieden geschlossen und heimliche Blicke getauscht.”

Ja Ja, da ist sie also meine erste Spatort Fic. An dieser Stelle noch mal ein großer Dank an das Tumblr Spatort Fandom, ohne euch hätte ich mich wahrscheinlich nie getraut diese Fanfic zu schreiben. Ich hoffe sie gefällt euch. :)

Ein großer Dank geht wie immer an meine tolle Beta @parva-noctua

Taglist: @its-imber (Bin schon gespannt was du sagst :))

[pia-writes-things]

HAPPY 60TH BIRTHDAY EVERYONE !! How are we all doing after last night's episode?

The 60th birthday validated all my headcanons and I feel so inspired so expect new chapters faster from now on. I know, I say that every time I post BUT. My hyperfixation is back full force and even if life's super intense for me rn, I know I'll be thinking about DW 24/7 and so, more writing it means!!

This chapter was not beta-read, and it's shorter than usual but I hope you'll like it, and that I caught every mistake.

In this chapter, Clara goes to find Ashildr and explains the whole situation. She asks for her help.

Let me know what you think <3

[theoniprince]

"Schau hin, Adam!"

tw: captivity

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Das dumpfe Vibrieren reißt Adam aus seinen Gedanken. Anrufer anonym. Er muss nicht lange überlegen.

"Hallo?", Adam klingt erstaunlich gefasst.

"Hallo Adam, wie schön deine Stimme zu hören. Herr Hölzer und ich waren schon besorgt..." er hasst diese Stimme und als Leos Name fällt, vergisst er sich.

"WO IST LEO? ICH SCHWÖRE DIR, DU WICHSER, WENN IHM WAS PASSIERT, DANN...", Adam springt auf ,haut mit einer Hand auf den Tisch, dass Esther und Pia unfreiwillig zusammenzucken.

"Adam, Junge, beruhige dich! Schau aufs Display", es folgt eine Pause, die sich wie eine Ewigkeit anfühlt. Es raschelt und knackst auf der anderen Seite des Smartphones. Das Bild ist zunächst unscharf und wacklig. Als Adam klarer sieht und die schemenhafte Gestalt deutlicher zu erkennen ist, kann sich sein Körper zwischen dem Gefühl von Übelkeit und unbändiger Wut nicht entscheiden.

"Schau hin, Adam. Schau genau hin", Boris spricht ganz ruhig. Adam hat ihn noch nie wirklich schreien gehört. Als Kind hatte Boris ruhige Stimme ihn immer beruhigt. Jetzt löst sie einen kalten Schauer aus, der unangenehm durch seine Glieder fährt. Im Hintergrund rücken Pia und Esther näher. Adam soll wissen, sie sind hier. Sie sind bei ihm. Sie lassen ihn nicht allein. Adam dreht sich aber nicht zu ihnen um, kann den Blick nicht von Leo abwenden. Jener hat den Kopf gesenkt und sitzt gefesselt auf klapprigen Stuhl. Leo ist ein starker Mann, trainiert und wahrscheinlich der fitteste Mensch des Saarlandes. Ach was, von ganz Deutschland. Doch auf diesem Stuhl, in irgendeinem dunklen und kalten Raum, mit einem Knebel seiner warmen Stimme beraubt und offenbar bewusstlos, wirkt Leo nur noch wie ein Schatten seiner selbst. In sich zusammengefallen und allein. Innerlich schreit Adam Leo entgegen, dass er doch endlich die Augen öffnen soll. Adam will die Kraft in Leos Augen sehen. Dessen Mut und Trotz. &lt; Ich würde mir Dir bis ans Ende der Welt gehen.> Erinnerungen kommen hoch. Adam schluckt den Kloß in seinem Hals herunter, unterbindet ein aufkommendes Beben seines Körpers und schließt die Augen. Leo. Ende der welt. Das kann nicht das Ende sein. So sollte ihr Ende nicht sein. Ein dunkler Schatten legt sich über sein Gesicht. Das Zittern hört auf.

"Was willst du?", er ist stolz auf seine klaren Worte. Er muss ruhig bleiben. Aus dem Augenwinkel nimmt er wahr, wie Esther hastig Notizen macht. Vielleicht notiert sie Auffälligkeiten im Video. Pia hingegen ist an seiner Seite. Mittlerweile steht sie so nah bei ihm, dass ihre Arme sich berühren. Ihr besorgter Blick gilt ebenfalls Leo.

"Das weißt du. Es liegt bei Dir, wie lange Herr Hölzer mein Gast ist", Boris ist zu hören, richtet die Handykamera aber weiterhin auf Leo. Da. Der Brustkorb hebt und senkt sich. Immerhin das, denkt Adam.

"Ich weiß nichts. Erkläre es mir", dieses Spiel ist gefährlich. Macht es gerade Sinn auf Zeit zu spielen? Jetzt nur nicht unsicher werden. Fehler darf sich Adam nicht erlauben.

Fehlverhalten wird bestraft und das beweist Boris ihm. Pia zuckt neben im zusammen. Ihre Augen kleben am Display. Leos Kopf bewegt sich auf unnatürlich Weise. Barns hat Leo mit einer Hand am Hinterkopf gepackt und dreht diesen zur Kamera. Adam vernimmt ein ächzendes, aber ersticktes Stöhnen. War das Leo?

Adam will schreien. Boris soll seine Dreckshände bei sich lassen. Wieder beginnt dieses Beben in seinem Körper. Dann ist auf einmal Esther da. Ihre Hand fasst ihn bestimmt am Oberarm. Sie presst die Lippen aufeinander und schüttelt den Kopf. Normalerweise würde er diese Berührung nicht zulassen. Normalerweise würde er Esther jetzt anfahren. Das hier ist aber nicht normalerweise. Natürlich hat Esther recht. Am Ende würde Adam es nur schlummer machen.

"Folgendes", Boris spricht ruhig weiter, es ist zum Kotzen, "Ich warte nun darauf, dass Herr Hölzer wieder zu sich kommt. Bis ich wieder von Dir höre,werden DEIN Leo und ich uns besser kennenlernen."

Gerade wollte Adam alle Vorsätzen über Bord werfen und sich am reichhaltigen Repertoire von bekannten Flüchen bedienen, da bemerkte er etwas. Abermals blieb ihm die Luft weg und er traute sich nicht zu atmen.

Leos geschlossene Augen zuckten. Gleich würde er die Augen öffnen. Leo. Adam verspürte den Drang das Smartphone an sich zu drücken. Vielleicht würde es ihm gelingen hineinzukriechen. Zu Leo.

"Lass uns nicht zu lange warten", hören sie Boris sagen. Dann brach das Gespräch ab. Gerade als Leos Lider begonnen hatten sichbZräge zu öffnen

Adam steht stumm mit geweiteten Augen da. Seine Hand hält das Smartphone weiter krampfhaft fest. Er vergisst fast zu atmen. Ein Glück sind Pia und Esther noch bei ihm. Ein rechts, eine links. Sie hindern Adams zittirgen Körper daran aufzugeben. Er wird es ihnen noch danken, wenn Lep wieder bei ihnen ist.

Pias Worte hört er nicht. Rauschen. Mehr ist da nicht. Nur ein unangenehmes Rauschen.

-- to be continued --

Bzw hoffe ich, dass ich das bildlich so umsetzwn kann, wie ich es im Kopf habe. Ich bin eine schrecklicke Dramaqueen. Und wahrscheinlich stecken da nicht nur meine eigenen Ideen drin, sondern auch unzählige Anspielungen auf grandiose Stories die ich bisher gelesen habe ID Es war auch nie geplant, dass ich dazu etwas schreibe. Ich will das ja eigentlich zeichnen. Das storyboard ist komplett in meinem Kopf.

[encrucijada]

considering opening my whitestorm becomes leader au just so i can play around with the family trees and colours of the thunderclan cats

[anafrndz]

As promised, here are some Pia/Esther prompts:

Related to the new episode:

In general:

If anyone’s already written any of these then chef’s kiss to you, bur honestly feel free to use/ combine any of these. You fanfic writers are a life saver also fühlt euch umarmt <3

[not-poignant]

Good day! A genuine question. Do you really won't think about comment like " WOW!!! Thank you for this chapter! " from a person who usually writes more in-depth commentaries as something like " they didn't llke it enough for the extra sentence or two " ?

Hi anon!

So, everyone's human. Even the people who love to leave longer comments get tired sometimes, or have other things going on in their life.

And I'd rather those people leave a shorter comment or an emoji, than like, feel guilty about not leaving long comments, or just vanish into thin air (at which point I just assume they've stopped reading, because I have literally no evidence otherwise unless they're sending replies or something else). Though obviously people can stop commenting too!

There are some people who leave me three hearts (or around 3 hearts) every chapter they read. I take them as little extra kudos, or just a little sign of appreciation. It's someone going 'I'm here, I like this.' And I reply with little hearts as a little sign of appreciation to go 'I'm here too, thank you, I see you.'

That's special to me.

I love love love long meaty comments that I can sink my teeth into, but I love all my commenters, anon.

But even the people who love leaving long comments get tired, get stressed out, can't think of words, have nothing to say because they're speechless, and then it's like well, I hope they feel comfortable enough to just leave a 💜💜💜 - and if they can't, they can't.

If people don't like my fic, anon, they stop reading! They don't leave comments, they stop leaving comments and they disappear (which is why when a regular commenter vanishes, that's when I think they don't like the chapter/s or story anymore, which is fair, and they don't have to, but sometimes it can make me a little sad).

But yeah the sign of a person who doesn't like to read a story is a person who isn't there to read the story at all! Not someone who only has the energy or will to leave a sentence or two! Some of those people don't speak English as a first language, and still practicing, some are really tired, some genuinely don't have much to say, some are embarrassed because it was a sex scene, etc. There's lots of reasons!

Everyone who's ever left a long comment doesn't need my permission, but certainly has it to leave extremely tiny comments when it's all they can manage / and they want to leave something! Honestly, putting pressure on yourself to leave long comments every single time can actually stress people out to the point that they stop reading fics when they know they can't comment like that, I've been in that position myself and that's not...what we're going for.

I want people to enjoy the story first, because like...that's...what I want the most. :)

(For folks wondering, this is - I think - in reference to this post I reblogged earlier today).

[norrizzandpia]

can we have oscar getting caught having car sex with yn and the video ends up on twitter

I LOVE THIS HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Oscar’s Car (OP81)

Summary: A fun time in the back of his car turns to be the most flustered and regretful the couple has ever been when a man recognizes the boy’s car and begins to take a video.

Warnings: smut!, very much interrupted, language, drivers are traumatized, mark webber is traumatized, Oscar and yn are unapologetic ngl

“Are you sure no one will catch us, Osc?” Y/n whispered feverishly as Oscar began kissing her neck, adding just the right amount of pressure.

She could feel his nod before he pulled away and snapped the strap of her tank top against her skin softly with a grin, “No, I’m not sure, but doesn’t that make it all the more fun?”

He was right, she couldn’t argue that. And because of her moment of leniency, Oscar took his opportunity to let his hands wander dangerously low. His fingers tracing the hem of her pants, he whispered, “It doesn’t intrigue you in the slightest what it would feel like to get fucked in the back of my McLaren?”

A small moan emitted from her at that, one that gave her boyfriend all the more confidence to dip his hand lower. When his soft fingers meet the lacy material of her underwear, he removes his body weight from her fully, meeting her eyes intently, “Okay, but everything aside, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

He gave her an out, Y/n can acknowledge that. But, she can also acknowledge that fact that she smiled mischievously at him and pushed his hand lower, “I think I’m more intruded than worried.”

Oscar choked out a laugh before throwing his head back, “Oh, God, I think I just fell in love with you a bit more.”

Y/n laughed as she scrambled over the console, flopping into the backseat of his sports car and watching Oscar follow her movements. When his arms flew over hers, pulling her into him so quickly and roughly smashing his lips against hers, she knew she had found herself in a bit of trouble.

His strong arms flipped her down, lying beneath him as he settled in between her legs. Oscar let his tongue trace the seam of her lips teasingly, only letting it dip into her mouth slightly when she gave him full access. His hand supported his weight above her as it stood next to her head while the other massaged her thigh, pulling it around his waist. One of the things Oscar loved most about sex with Y/n was the way she felt against him. Not only was it the way she felt around him, but it was the way her body rocked against his, the brush of her hands against his that heightened the sensuality flooding his brain. He liked to chalk that up to the love he felt for her.

Her small hands clutched his shirt, tugging it up before Oscar was leaning back on his knees and stripping it off for her. Like a horny teenage girl, Y/n licked her lips at the sight of his abs and when he leaned back down, hovering over her, her hands moved up and down the warm skin.

His hot breath fanned over her face as he pulled back, “We have to be quick, love. Don’t want anyone finding us.”

She nodded, feeling his hand slowly tug her pants down. She lifted her hips to help until they were bunched around her ankles and Oscar was staring at the wet spot forming behind the material. His eyes rolled back into his head, “Oh, God, Y/n, remind me to get a bigger car so I have space to go down on you. This is cruel.”

She chuckled, pulling his body back down to hers and finding his belt. Her hands fidgeted with the buckle as he unbuttoned her shirt, “I’ll definitely remind you to get another car if that’s the reason for it.”

Oscar moaned at the sight of her boobs spilling out of her bra. His large hands tugged the padded cups down and his mouth watered when her perky nipples met his gaze.

“My eyes are up here, Osc.” She laughed as he began pulling himself out of his pants.

Oscar shook his head, “I know where your eyes are, baby.”

She rolled her eyes at his comment, but was interrupted when his fingers brushed against her clit as he pushed her underwear to the side. He was quick to push into her, a loud moan leaving his mouth at the pressure.

“Oscar!” She whispered, covering his mouth as his hand squeezed her hips hard.

She kept her hand there as he began moving her hips down in rhythm with his thrusts, the couple finding it hard to keep quiet. From behind her hand, Y/n could hear Oscar mumbling obscene things.

“Oh, fuck, Y/n, just like that… Squeezing me so good… Love how tight you are around my dick… Moan for me, baby… What a slut you are for getting fucked in the back of a car and looking this good…”

He continued with his hard thrusts, Y/n biting into his shoulder to keep her moans from reaching their full volume.

His cock pulsed inside her as he whispered brokenly, “Shit, Y/n, I’m so close.”

Her head lulled back, “Oh, Osc, right there.”

His movements turned sloppily, the car shaking no doubt, and Oscar’s head fell away from her hand as he groaned, “Oh, God, Y/n, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“FUCKING HELL!” A scream emitted from outside the vehicle, Oscar and Y/n’s heads snapping up to find the noise. A man stood beside their car, a horrified look on his face with his phone pointed toward them.

“OH MY GOD!” Oscar yelled, his body flopping fully onto Y/n’s to shield her from the camera.

The man shook his head, “I’M SO SORRY!”

He scurried off before Oscar could get his name or see whatever he had on his phone, inducing a massive weight of anxiety on Oscar’s shoulders. A crowd surrounded their car at the screams, all recognizing the customized McLaren and license plate and wondering what the drama was about.

Y/n breathed out, “It’s okay. They can’t see us, right? The windows are tinted?”

Oscar’s face dropped, “No, Y/n. The car is new. I haven’t gotten it in to the shop yet for that. These people can see us.”

Her face turned red, “Oscar, I am going to genuinely kill you.”

His hands pushed her body down, “Just stay down there and I’ll drive us out of here.”

From her position stuffed into the bottom of the car, Oscar threw his shirt back on and pulled out of the parking lot, tire marks on the street as he drove irrationally in an attempt to dodge anymore pictures taken.

It didn’t matter though. Pictures, videos, everything had already been taken.

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INSTAGRAM

f1gossipcentral OSCAR PIASTRI AND GF, Y/N Y/L/N, CAUGHT HAVING SEX IN THE BACK OF HIS NEW MCLAREN LAST NIGHT ‼️ Sources say the couple had been out to dinner at a restaurant down the street being very touchy and flirty, but normal for a young couple. A man who works for a sports journalism company (the identity and information surrounding this man will remain anonymous per request) walked up to the car to film it for content when he realized the couple was in the backseat of the car, very clearly messing around. It was only a matter of time before others realized what was going on and who has involved, attracting a crowd. The first picture is of the couple’s car. The second picture is Oscar speeding out of the area after having been caught. Fuzzy pictures are all that can be made out right now, protecting the decency of both Piastri and Y/l/n, but a very graphic video has surfaced which includes the car shaking and lewd noises emitting from it frequently.

Comments:

landonorris NAH IM CRYING OSCAR PIASTRI CAUGHT HAVING SEX IN HIS CAR HSHAHDHUFGEUFIHFHV THIS CANT BE REAL

- danielricciardo you wont be laughing when you accidentally stumble onto the video when youre minding your own business on twitter.

- logansargeant tbh im not that surprised… they are very experimental 😭

- mclarenfan2024 WTF DOES THAT MEAN LOGAN OMG 😟

oscarpiastri it was mainly my idea so my b guys

- y/nnn traumatized.

- y/nnn but also like you bitches wish you were me

- f1fan81 she knows us too well tbh

mclaren oh! 😀

- landonorris now who’s the least problematic mclaren driver? 🙏🏻

- oscarpiastri lando you moaned on a stream and then you said “why does my girl have cream on her?”

- landonorris YOU HAD SEX WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN THE BACK OF YOUR WORK. ISSUED. CAR. AND GOT CAUGHT.

- y/nnn damn babe he kinda ate you up

- oscarpiastri you were in the car too.

- y/nnn wasn’t my government issued car tho! 🤗

- landonorris damn osc she kinda ate you up ngl

- mclaren we still love you y/n!

- oscarpiastri you fake bitches.

- mclaren thin ice.

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TWITTER

landonorris i always wondered why you wouldn’t buy this car off me…

Comments:

oscarpiastri i could prob still make it work in that car tbh

- landonorris you need to be stopped.

alexalbon wasn’t he supposed to be like a soft koala?

- y/nnn koala? Maybe, probably but soft? Nah

- alexalbon SOMEBODY GIVE ME A GENUINE REASON NOT TO CALL THE COPS ON HER

- oscarpiastri i love her!

- alexalbon I don’t care.

maxverstappen oh! So that’s not exactly-

charlesleclerc mhm so ive let this part of f1 twitter sink in and ive decided not to let it ruin my day <3

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TWITTER

markwebber ive decided to delete all social media platforms. oscarpiastri y/nnn

Comments:

f1fan2024 THE @S HES TARGETING THEM FR

landonorris mark webbah!

oscarpiastri WE ARE SORRY GAHDAMN

mclaren we wish we had the ability to do that too pookie webbah…

- landonorris BYE WHAT

- markwebber this lightened my day

- y/nnn what’s happening

- markwebber you are.

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INSTAGRAM

oscarpiastri and y/nnn we are sorry for the chaos we caused but i mean… it was a great time (i told him not to say that - y/n)

Comments:

f1fan2024 pr strategy - own it (I lowkey love it)

- mclaren that’s the point 🤭

landonorris alr idc abt this anymore im on the cusp of doing something so outrageous the attention turns back to me

- mclarenfan28 he’s so real for this tho

- oscarpiastri plz do.

- mclaren plz don’t pookie norris 🧡

formulaonegirly so funny bc they’re always so private and now we know way too much but nothing at all at the same time

- oscarpiastri yeah exactly that was the plan all along!

- y/nnn yeah!

- landonorris who’s gonna tell em…

[buckactuallys]

"Road trips" for soft prompts if you feel inspired

👉👈😊

road trip fics are my kryptonite so it was difficult to keep this short skhdk thank you!!

[read on ao3]

Buck shows up at Eddie’s place unannounced early on the second morning since Christopher has left for camp.

At least half the time when he comes over it’s without specific plans, but this morning, it’s clear that Buck does have specific plans, he just didn’t tell Eddie about them.

Eddie is sitting aimlessly at the kitchen table, trying to convince himself to at least put away his dishes from breakfast, when Buck bursts in and (Eddie is aware of how cliched that is) immediately brightens up his so far very gray morning.

“Eddie,” he calls instead of a hello, and he hears him kicking off his shoes by the door, “it’s me! Are you dressed?”

Eddie snorts. “You think I have a habit of walking around naked when I’m home alone?”

Buck’s face is pink when he rounds the corner to the kitchen. “No, uh, I’m– I meant dressed to leave the house.”

Eddie looks down at the ratty old gym shorts he slept in. “Uh. No, why?”

“Well, then go get dressed,” Buck orders him instead of answering the question. He waves at the dishes and adds, “I’ve got this.”

“Get dressed for what?” Eddie asks

“Just put on something comfortable that you’re okay with being seen in in public.” Buck starts gathering Eddie’s dirty dishes, completely ignoring Eddie’s confusion. “I’m not answering any questions until we’re in the car.”

Ten minutes later, Eddie is dressed and ready, and Buck’s waiting in the living room for him, Eddie’s duffle bag on the couch next to him.

“When did you pack that?” he asks, and Buck gives him a sunny smile and a shrug.

“The other day.”

“Where are we going? For how long? And what about work? How long have you been planning this?”

“I knew you’d just sit around and mope while Chris is away,” Buck says, getting up and grabbing Eddie’s duffle. “Come on, I’ll tell you the rest in the car.”

It turns out that Buck has planned a whole road trip for them.

“Just a few days,” he says. “I talked to Bobby, and we both have plenty of PTO, so I figured, why not distract ourselves a little bit while Christopher is at camp?” He glances at Eddie for a moment before focusing back on the road. “We’re going hiking for a few days, one state park after another. And then we’re in San Diego for two nights, just to relax. Or at least I hope it’ll be relaxing – I got us this really nice hotel with a wellness center, but we’re gonna have to share a room.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie says, and desperately hopes it’s true. They shared Buck’s bed for weeks during the pandemic, but that was before Eddie realized that he’s very, very attracted to his best friend. “We’ve shared plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but after four nights of sharing a motel room with me, you might want your own space back.”

Eddie kind of wants to tell him he never wants space from him, but he catches himself just in time.

There are a lot of close calls like that over the next few days: thoughtless words that come too close to a confession, sleepily cuddling closer in a motel room that accidentally didn’t book them into a twin room, staring at Buck for too long when he takes his shirt off while hiking. Buck does almost all of the driving and Eddie spends too much time watching him rather than the landscape flashing by, the long stretches of road not nearly as fascinating as Buck’s face while he talks, his one-handed gestures, his smile, the way he sometimes laughs with his whole body.

“Hey, did I tell you I wanted to take you to Channel Islands National Park?” Buck asks on an especially empty road somewhere between the desert and San Diego. “It’s super inaccessible so I figured it wasn’t something we could do with Christopher anyway, but you can only get there by boat and everything’s limited so they say you should start planning like six months ahead of time. I’ve had this planned for a while, but not for that long.”

“No, you didn’t tell me,” Eddie says, and it comes out sounding just as weak as he feels.

“Oh yeah, you probably know it – they’re these islands off Santa Barbara where you’re not even allowed to bike, you have to do everything on foot. But we could’ve hiked there and camped, and then gotten a nice hotel in Santa Barbara if we wanted. They’re beautiful, apparently, but I wouldn’t want Chris to feel left out.”

“No,” Eddie agrees, something that feels a bit like laughter rising up in his chest. He can’t believe Buck is real sometimes, that there’s someone with all that love in his heart, and that he gives it to Eddie and his son so freely. “It sounds great, though.”

“Yeah, so maybe we can go next year when he’s at camp. Do you think he’ll be less mad if he’s doing something cool at the same time?”

“I don’t think he’ll be mad at us at all,” Eddie says. “If there’s nothing to do but hike–”

“There’s whale watching too, and all sorts of other animals,” Buck interrupts. “I think I could make it cool for him, too, if only there was a way for him to get around comfortably.”

“I’m sure you could.” Eddie’s mouth is dry, and he wipes his sweaty palms on the shorts he’s wearing. “Pull over.”

Buck glances at him, confused. “What?”

Eddie takes a breath. “Just– when you can do it safely, please pull over.”

Buck gives him a look that’s equal parts confused and worried. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Eddie says, even though his heart feels like it’s trying to beat right out of his chest.

“Okay.” Buck sounds like he doesn’t fully believe him, but he doesn’t ask again until he’s pulled over at a tiny rest stop that’s nothing but a parking spot and a trash can a minute later. “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I didn’t– I didn’t mean to make you worry,” Eddie starts. He wipes his hands again. “I just– I didn’t want to say this while you were driving, but I also can’t not say it any longer–”

“Say what?” Buck asks when Eddie pauses to take a deep breath.

“Oh, god,” Eddie mutters, and then turns to face Buck, makes himself look him in the eye. “I love you. I have for a long time, and it’s been getting harder and harder not to tell you, so. I guess I’m telling you.”

Buck’s eyes widen, and he starts trying to unclip his seatbelt. The worry and confusion melt from his face and turn into something that Eddie very much hopes is happiness, and then asks, “Wait, just to be sure, you mean–?”

“I’m in love with you,” Eddie clarifies, Buck’s seatbelt finally clicks open, and he launches himself across the middle console to grab Eddie’s face with both hands.

“I’m in love with you too,” he says, and then his mouth is on Eddie’s and he doesn’t think about anything else for a few minutes.

Buck exhales a breathless laugh against his lips and pulls back just enough to talk but leaning his forehead against Eddie’s instead. “God, Eddie, what the fuck? When you said to pull over I thought– I don’t know what I thought, but it wasn’t this.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says, nudging Buck’s nose with his own. “It’s just– you love us so much, and I love you so much and I just couldn’t wait a minute longer to tell you.”

“Well, now I’m kind of glad you asked me to pull over first.” He leans in for one way too short kiss. “I would’ve crashed the car.”

“Safety first,” Eddie says, but he’s not really focused on talking anymore.

“This is good timing,” Buck keeps talking, and he only grins at the noise of protest Eddie makes when he leans back to look at him. “First of all, this way I can take you on a date in a city rather than in some remote mountain place.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie says, and he’s distracted by Buck’s immensely kissable mouth, but he still wants to know, “And secondly?”

Buck grins wider and tugs Eddie closer with a gentle hand on the back of his neck. “The fancy hotel in San Diego didn’t have any twin rooms.”

[michelangelinden]

Kaffee und Croissants (und blinde Küsse im Morgenlicht)

Hey gay people. Are you gay? I am.

Wir sind alle in need für mehr Esther/Pia fics, I am doing my part.

Hier ist ein bisschen softness für die Seele. Danke @starlighnes fürs beta lesen!

AO3 link findet ihr im Reblog <3

Pia zögert noch kurz, dann drückt sie endlich die Klinke der Tür runter und tritt heraus.

Sofort umgibt sie der warme Geruch von Kaffee und Gebäck. Es sollte unangenehm sein, nach einem Abend wie gestern sollte sie der Gedanke an Frühstück eher abstoßen, aber wenn sie so durch den Flur tapert, der gewebte Teppich ein bisschen grob unter ihren nackten Füßen, kann sie sich nichts schöneres Vorstellen als mit Esther am Tisch zu sitzen, Kaffee zu trinken und sich ein Croissant zu teilen.

Esther steht in der Küche, vor den Ofen gebückt. Er wirft seichtes, warmes Licht auf ihr Gesicht und die Lüftung pustet die feinen Haare ihres Ansatzes aus ihrer Stirn. Pia erkennt das blaue T-Shirt von gestern, aber sie trägt Sport Shorts von Pia an Stelle der Hose, die noch im Schlafzimmer auf dem Boden liegt.

Wenn Pia sie so aus dem Türrahmen anschaut, noch aus sicherer Entfernung, kann sie nur denken, dass sie wunderschön aussieht.

***

The one, wo Pia am nächsten Morgen aufwacht, und Esther immer noch in der Wohnung ist.

[emellinea]

Da meine letzte Saarbrücken Fic ganz gut angekommen zu sein scheint, überlege ich mehr über die Freundschaft zwischen Leo und Pia zu schreiben!

Hat wer Ideen ode Wünsche?

Schreibt sie gerne :)

[karin-in-action]

Und weil ich nicht genug kriegen konnte von Dohle!Esther, musste ein Märchen AU her...