#the fact that esteban's hand is over his heart

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Driver!oc x Max Verstappen

Summery: When Esteban crashes into Cecilia and blames her, Max won’t stand for it.

Warnings: Cursing, crashing, fighting

A.N: Could be read as a stand alone or part of the series.

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It’s race day, Cecila was starting P4 Max P3. The weather was good, no rain and it wasn't too hot. There was the possibility of a safety car but the team wasn't holding on to that. Following the team strategy for the week seemed like a good thing. Cecilia was feeling good about the race, and her pace. She had good control of the car and everything was running smoothly, some would say too smoothly. This should’ve been the sign that something will happen.

On lap 48 of 53 she was about to finish P2 just passing the pitlane exit when a car came out of the pitlane fast, this made her try and swerve away so they wouldn't crash but that caused both cars to get off the track. Cecilia cursed as she lost control of the car for a second before she got it under control and the car stopped.

Cecilia

Who the fuck is that? What the hell?

RE

That's Ocon

Cecilia

Seriously what's wrong with him

It's not the first time the frenchman crashed into Cecilia, thankfully he barely touched her car this time and from the looks of it his car sustained damage, Cecilia was able to get back on the track but she had lost her place and was down to P11 he made her loose all the points and any progress she made throughout the race.

Obviously by the end of the race she couldn't make up the positions she lost. Finishing p 9. Cecilia was angry and disappointed. Rightfully so.

She parked the car and got out walking down the pitlane to get weighted and go do her media duty. She didn't bother taking her helmet off until she was off the lane. An fia person was talking to her, they gave Ocon a penalty for going over the speed exiting pit lane and forcing her off track.

They were barely out of the public view when an angry voice called Cecilia. The female was surprised to see that it's Ocon. He had no reason to be angry with her; she literally did nothing.

"What the fuck Cecilia!"

"What are you on about?" She asked him back, her voice angry.

"You just cost me the race." Esteban shouted, moving his hand around, the much taller male was now in arms reach of Cecilia, the FIA person stepped back to let the drivers scream their hearts out at each other.

"I cost YOU the race? you cost me the podium!" She was beyond confused why he was shouting at her for, he's clearly in the wrong.

"You still got points, I came in last!"

"How in the world is that my fault, you better check yourself Ocon because this isn't the first time you've crashed into me." She pointed at him before she crossed her arms feeling defensive, the Frenchman wasn't backing down, in fact he was moving closer.

"Hey, hey calm down mate." Carlos came up behind Cecilia, he stood facing the two fighting drivers, their voices were carrying all over the area.

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down, my race is ruined, I got no points and I'm being investigated!"

"None of this is my fault and what you thought coming here to fight me will do what? Huh? What the fuck do you want?" Cecilia was really trying to calm down, but he wasn't helping. "It’s not my fault you can't drive!"

"What the fuck did you just say to -" Carlos placed his hand on Estaban’s shoulder to stop him from coming any closer, but Cecilia didn't take a step back, this irritated Estaban more. He tried to push Carlos off him but the Spaniard was holding him back. Suddenly they were joined with Lewis, the Mercedes driver stood next to his teammate quickly assessing the situation. "You shouldn't even be driving in an F1 car! Only got here because of daddy's money-"

"Woah, woah mate come on it's just one race." Now Lewis tried to stop him. Estaban then switched to French, he was shouting and Cecilia to her credit stopped talking when she saw that nothing was going through to him.

"Stupid fucking spoild brat, ccouldn't even keep it in your pants and-“

"I swear to god Estban shut the fuck up-

“Step back,mate.” Lewis said but it was like he was talking to himself.

"What's the truth!”

"That doesn't have to do with anything, stop being pitty.” Cecilia tried to reason, while also controlling her own anger.

“I'm not pity it's facts, You slu-“

Estaban almost fell on his back, a body was in front of you blocking his view to you, Estaban stumbled back. Since Carlos was holding him back he managed to help him balance himself before he fell. Looking up at who pushed him, he expected Lewis but he saw Max.

And Max is mad, he's pissed. He heard Esteban before he heard your voice and he knew enough French and heard what happened on track quickly from one of the Mercedes engineers that were around to congratulate Lewis on his podium.

"If you can’t drive, it’s your fucking fault, you don’t go around blaming people for your own wrong doings, you crashed into her, not the other way around.” Max spat the words out, he was breathing heavily, and when Cecilia tried to move to his side, Max just moved in front of her again. Lewis shook his head at her, this is now Max’s fight, no man would see another man yelling at his significant other and just stand by. Yes she can hold her own and can protect herself but it’s not about that. Max is dominant by nature and very protective, Cecilia is his and he’s not about to let someone disrespect her like that.

“You’re just saying that because you fuck her.” Once the words left his mouth, Carlos pushed Esteban back, before him and Lewis held Max back, and if they didn’t he would’ve broken his jaw.

“Max! Max, come on, it's not worth it.” Cecilia shouted trying to get her boyfriend to calm down but to no avail, in what felt like ages but in fact under a minute, more people were around breaking the two men away from each other, there was a lot of shouting cursing, Esteban and Max wouldn’t back down. It took Esteban being pulled away by his team to get Max to calm down just enough for him to start hearing what was being said to him. Cecilia held his bicep and placed a hand on his chest, he was heaving, his eyes looking at where Esteban went. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

“Okay, I think we can all get back to work now!” Christian who appeared mid-fight, called for everyone, the crowd started to disperse, Toto who was also present told the female to come find him after she’s done. Christian patted Max’s back and whispered something in his ear before he looked at Cecilia, with a reassuring nod, he left the couple. She can handle Max.

“You okay?” She asked him softly, Max still wouldn’t look at her, placing her hand on his cheek, he finally looked at her.

“Am I okay? Are you okay?” Max’s tone did a 180, this is her Max, the Max only she gets to see.

“Yeah, he hasn’t said anything new, and he’s wrong.” Cecilia shrugged, she’s not friends with Esteban, they don’t really have common friends, but she liked to believe that she’s on good terms with everyone on the grip, but apparently not.

“Still doesn’t make it okay.” Max pushes her hair out of her face, it’s out of the braid and flowing down her back.

“Never said it does, but you know, some men have fragile egos.” Cecilia said with a smile, her hands were on his chest, they were standing very close.

“Yeah, and they better stay away from you.” Max muttered bitterly. “Fuck, I still want to punch him.”

“That makes the two of us, BUT we have a daughter to set an example for so we’ll take the high ground.” Cecilia knew that once she brought the Nathalie card Max would cave, and he knew she knew that, Cecilia giggled at the look he gave her. “Thank you for standing up for me.”

“It’s my job.” Max kissed her forehead and pulled the female in for a hug, they were both sweaty and Max still had champagne all over him but they both needed that hug. They stood there for a few minutes, before they pulled back, they had obligations to do, and both will have to talk to their teams about what happened and the FIA would have to hear about it as well. So a lot of work for both of them.

“I love you.” Cecilia said as they rounded the corner for the media pen.

“I love you too.” Max kissed the back of her hand that was laced in his before they pulled away from each other and were joined by their own team’s PR managers to go into the media pen.

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Gentleman

Carlos Sainz x reader (+ Esteban Ocon)

Notes: Based on the song Caballero by Alejandro Fernandez

Summary: Carlos uses his opportunity to confess you what he'll do if you didn't have a boyfriend.

Of course, he had been looking at you in the paddock, multiple times, and all of them made his stomach twist when he saw you, each time, holding Esteban's hand.

He could not prevent a feeling of jealousy from eating away at his mind, and yet he had never tried anything, being faithful to the principles of chivalry that his family had instilled in him throughout his life because although he and Ocon are not great friends, the simple fact of being co-workers made Carlos put all his effort into respecting his relationship and staying away from you, putting his head over his heart.

However, as his drink was running out and the club lights reflected beautifully on your figure, he decided to act on his feelings for the first time and approach you while Ocon was distracted with some of his friends.

"Hola Y/N, mind if I join you?",Carlos came over to your table while you were playing with the stirrer for your drink, giving you a little start.

"Oh my God, Carlos!", you said with a smile at recognizing him, "sure, the seat is yours"

"Did I scare you? Where is your boyfriend to protect you?", he said playfully.

"Oh, he's out with Paul and Eric to do I don't know what," you chuckled, "do you want me to go find him and tell him you want to talk to him?" You innocently offered to help him.

"No, Y/N, this is just perfect", he said getting closer to you.

"Why?" You were really intrigued as he never did as much as waving and sending you little smiles in a long time, sure he seemed nice, but you never really had the oportunity to approach him till tonight.

"Because that way I can tell you a secret," he said moving closer to you and his charming nature made it impossible for you to move away from him, "do you want to hear it?" ​ "Sure".

Mesmerized, that's how you felt right now, the worst of it being that you couldn't identify what had you in that state, whether it was the lights of the club, the considerable amount of alcohol you had already consumed, or the company that provided you by the man you had in front of you

It was no secret how attractive the man from Madrid is, and although it will sound bad since you are in a relationship with one of his acquaintances, you were not immune to the Spanish man either and sometimes you found yourself thinking about him, of course you cleared those thoughts from your life for the sake of your relationship, and even though that tactic had worked for you for a long time, right now you couldn't help but feel nervous and excited by his closeness.

"You're extremely gorgeous", he began to reveal, waiting for your reaction..

Although his statement surprised you, you were even more surprised by the automatic response that fell from your lips: "That's not a secret, Carlos".

He chuckled, and continued, ""You're right, the real secret is a consequence of your beauty", he paused again to verify that you were still paying attention to him, happy to see that it was so, he continued "And it's just that, if you didn't have a boyfriend, I would make a move with you", he finished maintaining eye contact.

At that moment you were infinitely grateful not to be able to see your own face, being sure that it was a mixture of surprise, disbelief and blushes. The news caught you off guard, because although you were flattered that the Ferrari driver felt that way about you, you were also doubtful about it due to your drunkenness and his friendship with your boyfriend.

Carlos must have read your mind perfectly, because he took up the subject again, "Don't take this the wrong way, sweetie", he stopped to fix a lock of your hair, "Esteban and I are just co-workers".

"But, how - why?" Was the only thing you could blurted.

"Y/N, how come you haven't noticed that you have the whole paddock at your feet?", he smiled seeing the confused look on your face, "Mi bonita, I have to tell you that I'm not the only one who thinks that way about you, and, sadly, I am not the one who is lucky enough to have you by his side and be able to call you his".

In your state of disbelief, Carlos could tell, that your beauty increased, and seeing no sign of discomfort on your part, he saw the perfect opportunity to bring out what he had been keeping for so long in the depths of his heart.

"That's the story of the worst of my defeats", by now he was way to close to you, "Not being able to touch you", he made a gesture of caressing your arm but stopped, "Not being able to kiss you", he looked at your lips with desire, "And not being able to make love to you."

You felt so oberwhelmed by your own enotions and the passion he radiates, you were able to just admire his motions and couldn't help to bite your lip imagining the picture that his desires paint for you, as bad as it sounds, you were willing to accept whatever he proposed to you, in your thoughts there was only his name and his effect on you was now also reflected in the humidity of your intimate part.

Briefly diverting his intense gaze from your figure, Carlos could see how the figure of your naive boyfriend began to approach you, making him continue his confession. "As a gentleman, right now I can't do more about my feelings for you, but at least you know that the control to change this is in your hands, my precious Y/N".

And just like that, he slowly walked away, leaving you to question not only what had just happened but also to search for clues as to the background of those.

How long had Carlos been feeling this way? Why did he tell you today? What would have motivated him to do it? Do you feel more than an innocent crush for him? Those and more questions ran through your mind while you finished the remains of your bottle in an effort to calm your mind, which partially worked since for a few moments you could focus only on the burning that the liquid left in your throat, that until you felt an arm resting on your waist, making you jump in shock.

"Ready to go home, baby?"

"Yeah", you directed a little smile at him, "I think I need some sleep".

Actually, the last thing you did that night was sleep, you spent the time tossing and turning thinking about the love dilemma you now found yourself in and how the direction it takes depends entirely on you.

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Logan/Oscar

nsfw: this is your life, don't play hard to get by @nothingelsematterswrites | E | 79.8k

Regency AU in which Oscar is the adopted omega son of alpha Mark Webber (who is in a closeted relationship with alpha David Coulthard). Oscar must marry and produce an heir in order to secure his future. Mark arranges a match with Logan, the second son of an American family.

What I liked about it: This fic is delightful, leaning into a number of my favourite tropes, especially arranged marriage and found family. Oscar is less than enthused about Logan to begin with. Poor Logan is head over heels for Oscar almost immediately. I also love the Webber household dynamics. Mark is a wonderful father (as is David, behind the scenes) and Logan, who is from a far less loving family, gains the affection and parental support he didn’t even know he was missing.

“And that will mean,” Mark’s tone was warm and teasing, “that there must be no more late-night visits, at least for now.” Oscar sat up, all trace of sleepiness evaporating in panic. “What?” His heart was pounding. His father knew? If his father knew, others might know. He could not have word getting out, he could not afford rumours to start – “Calm yourself, Oscar,” Mark soothed. “I am not upset.” “How - ” Oscar could barely speak through his panic. “How did you - ” Mark’s expression was amused. “You say you have known since you were twelve the truth of what lies between David and I, and yet you have never seen me go to my bedchamber with him; how do you think he comes to my room? He saw Logan the very first night. He is the only other who knows.”

Pierre/Yuki

baby, baby, can you hear me calling out your name? by yukierres | M | 7.6k

This fic is set a few years into the future. Pierre is an omega, a fact he conceals from almost everyone other than Charles, Esteban and his doctors. Yuki is an alpha, now well established at Mercedes, and Pierre has been attracted to him for years. Pierre is caught unawares by an early, intense heat and in confusion and distress he instinctively calls Yuki.

What I liked about it: I just love the relationship here. Yuki is calm and kind in the face of Pierre’s distress and anxiety, and Pierre finds support where he didn’t expect to find it. Pierre is very much in his own head about his omega status and he’s overdue to let someone in.

Fuck, his secret is out too. He can feel the anxiety and panic rising up through him, his body shutting down as he starts hyperventilating at the thought. What does he do now? He has kept it hidden for so long, and he has one moment of weakness and it was all for nothing. What if Yuki says something? He could lose his seat, his career - merde! The tears flow thick and fast, the sobs hiccuping out of his system as he starts to mourn the loss of everything already, too stressed out to notice the figure entering the room and sitting down at the end of the bed, a strong hand reaching out and resting on his ankles, a comforting weight that wakes him up to reality. “Yuki!,” he exclaims with a strangled cry, crawling up to the pillows, dragging the duvet with him to cover his modesty, or whatever is left of it. God, Yuki came and saw him like that. Did Yuki – ? His clothes from before are still all on and sweat-damp, it doesn’t feel like someone removed them at any point. He wouldn’t, would he? Yuki would never do that, he has always been so respectful to everyone around him, omega or not. He instinctively knows he never would touch him without consent, and trusts him wholeheartedly. “Yuki, please - please -, I am so sorry, merde! Mon Dieu! Please, you have to forgive - please don’t say anything -” he stumbles out, a wrangled confused mess of speech falling from his lips in panic. "Pierre," he says and it's so full of kindness that Pierre is bewildered by it, silencing him momentarily to stare back at him “I made you some tea? Do you feel well enough to drink it?”

Charles/Pierre

blueprint by ions | M | 1.9k

Charles has always thought he's a beta, but then he suddenly presents as an omega, and there's only one alpha he wants. The "thought I was a beta, until..." trope is one of my personal favourites for omegaverse, and it's captured perfectly for Piarles in this fic. I love the way this fic paints such a vivid picture of the omegaverse F1 world, and the detail it builds into the characterisation and worldbuilding. The writing style is toned-down but so very effective, and this author captures the nuances of Pierre and Charles' relationship in a way that's truly beautiful. I still think of some of the lines in this fic as cornerstones for characterisation of the Piarles dynamic!

Pierre looks surprised for a split-second, like Charles isn't spread out beneath him. Like he hasn't just needed to ask this whole time. Pierre nods, brow furrowed like it always does when he's bothered with something, whether it was an issue with the karts as kids or more political in-fighting from inside Red Bull. Charles can't help but reach out and gently touch the skin there, Pierre's face finally relaxing. "Please," Charles says again. He hates how whiny it comes out, like a little kid tugging his big brother's sleeve again. When Pierre had jumped to single-seaters early, Charles hated being just Pierre's little friend when he went to the races. Charles doesn't know why. He has always been Pierre's.

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Cap. 1

Part 1

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The soft breeze keeps making the leaves fall. You can hardly recognize their color if it is yellow, orange or a strange mixture of red, but she seems so immersed in the small show all of them give from the moment they detach from the tree until they crash to the ground.

“Is this your first time here?” The taxi driver takes her down to earth.

“Yes.” She sees the driver smiling and turning around in a small street, which she recognizes immediately. 

“Well, it’s almost winter, I bet you will have a lot of fun these days.” The car stops in front of a colorful house and she just smiles before opening the door.

If she counted the seconds between when she grabbed her bags and the moment she felt her lungs lost all the oxygen thanks to the impact of the hug, it would be less than 17.

“___, YOU’RE HERE! YOU’RE HEREEEEEE!” Carolina Mendieta, her best friend since childhood. Their friendship started in the third grade after both of them got punished for making a scene in the middle of the dance class. 

“Oh my god, honey, you will break her bones.” Her mother appears in the frame door with a big smile on her face. The fact Caro is 4 cm taller than her and has practiced karate since she was 5 years old turns everything into a  high possibility. 

“Mrs. Mendienta.” After Caro let her go, her mother immediately hugged her one more time. “___, darling, it’s amazing having you here, sorry for the over excitement.” She points with her eyes to Caro who seems like she just received the best present in years. 

The Mendieta's moved to Uruguay 8 years ago, after her father was notified about his promotion; __ used to joke about being a doctor brings benefits outside of the country. What seemed like the distance could break their prove just made it stronger, constant phone calls, video calls late at night and packages coming and going from country to country; reducing the kilometers and joining her hearts.

That’s why the house doesn’t feel strange or an unfamiliar place, iIt's like she has already been there multiple times, they go inside and a tiny black pug came running and barked all the way until he was  in front of them.

“Hi, Moka.” She squatted to be a little bit closer, she extended her hand and waited for him to make the first move to pat his head.

“I thought your father and Mar would be here.” __ said sitting and rubbing Moka's stomach. 

“Ahg, you know them, dad is a workaholic and Mar is in a shooting.” Mar, is the oldest sister of Carolina, she works as Audio Engineer, so she has been involved in multiple shootings from all types of genres.

“Here, __, you must be thirsty.” Mrs. Mendieta came from the kitchen with a tray of glasses of water and some snacks. “How are your siblings?” She asked her while they sat on the couch followed by Moka who already smelled the sweet essence of the fruit.

“They’re fine, thanks, annoying as always.” Her answer made them giggle. “Oh, how is the pregnancy going?” __ oldest brother, Esteban and his wife are expecting their first baby, driving all her family crazy with excitement. “Good, if everything goes according to the plan, the baby will be born in April.” 

“Your mother must be crazy.” She adds but Caro clears her throat. The mom topic isn’t one of __ favorite ones lately.

“Yeah, she is, but it’s hard to know if it is for the baby or for the wedding number 3.” She drinks a sip of the water. __’s mother, Lucia is preparing her third wedding, after the divorce of her stepfather Enrique Arteaga, one year was enough for her to get a boyfriend and 5 months later in an awkward dinner announced their engagement. 

It’s not like she didn’t want her mother to start a new chapter in her life, or her fiance. What makes her angry is the way she does things. After her father’s death, when she had 2 years old and her twins siblings 8, the following years were a torment; until 3 years after their mother met Enrique, they were in a relationship for 2 years before they decided to get married; Enrique is the father they lost in a early age; every soccer game, competition, festival, morning breakfast, pick from school and a sidekick, the three siblings found in him.

But suddenly the fights began and before everything became a mess, they decided to end the marriage, 8 years of marriage were resumed in a house sold, and the split of her family. __ chose to live with Enrique and her siblings moved in with her mother, well, just Valentina; Estaban got engaged a year later and 9 months later, they were celebrating a wedding.

“And, where are they spending Christmas?” Mrs. Mendienta changes the subject as quickly as she can. In a cowardly way to face her problems, __ notified her family she will spend the holidays with Caro’s family. Her siblings tried to convince her to at least spend those days with them but deep down her parents know letting her go was the wisest decision.

“Enrique with Raquel’s family and Valentina, she doesn’t know.” The conversation was interrupted by Mar's voice.

“I’m home.” As soon as Mar sees __, just like Caro, she screams and runs to hug her. “Shit, I totally forgot.” She spreads apart and grabs __ face in her hands. “God, how old are you 20?” __ laughs and Caro puts her eyes in white. 

“We are the same age fool.” Mar pushes her sister before __ can answer. “24, and you look so much better than her, how is that possible?” She laughs and hugs one more time.

In the dinner they talked about the news Caro forgot to mention and __ too, Caro’s father was excited too for having her in the holidays, and they all already have a schedule for her, one month of adventures, they resumed it like that.

“Your father must be proud of your work in the vineyard.” Mr. Mendieta mentioned serving the dessert. 

__ is in the last semesters of Agricultural Engineering, and she already had been working to specialize in oenology, the fact Enrique has a small vineyard was one of the main inspirations. 

“Or terrified.” She jokes causing everyone a small laugh. “I just hope to do a great job, and learn everything I can.” 

“That’s for sure honey, also your graduation gives us the perfect excuse to go home even if it is for a couple of days.” It wasn’t a secret that everyone missed Mexico, and being away for 8 years made them miss it more.

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🏡 coming home - esteban ocon 🏡

summary: the blizzard caused flights across the country to be cancelled, which ended up to be terrible on your boyfriend’s end as he wanted to come home to you for the holidays. would that stop him or are you spending christmas alone?

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Blindly reaching for your ringing phone over on the nightstand, you frowned as you checked the clock. It was nearly 4 in the morning, how did you manage to fall asleep while watching a film?

“You better be calling for a good reason,” You muttered sleepily, not bothering to check the caller ID, “I was asleep.”

“I should drop the call then,” Esteban joked nervously, pacing around the airport, “Sorry to wake you, darling.”

Smiling to yourself, you put the phone on loudspeaker and set it on the pillow, “What’s got you calling at this time?”

“Flights got cancelled, Y/N,” He sighed, running a hand down his face, “Apparently there’s a blizzard.”

If you weren’t awake earlier, you were definitely awake now. You were staring at the ceiling in the dark, feeling your heart drop and a frown forming on your face, “So…you can’t come home?”

Esteban raised a finger to a chauffeur, signaling to give him a moment, “I promise I’m trying to make ends meet, darling. I’m doing everything I can.”

“Yeah, I know,” You mumbled, deadpanned, “I’d rather have you safe than be in danger from coming home for Christmas.”

“Y/N…” Esteban said softly, loading his luggage in the van, “I’ll be home. That’s a promise.”

“Just be careful, I don’t know what plans you have,” You replied, sitting up on the bed, “I’m going to need occasional updates, Esteban.”

Nodding with a chuckle, Esteban replied, “I have to go now, I love you. Go back to sleep.”

“I love you,” You yawned, rubbing your eyes, “Be safe.”

As the line went silent, you sighed and switched the television to the local news, which definitely did not help the anxieties running through your head about your boyfriend’s safety.

On the other end, Esteban was sitting inside a van alongside a few other people, who wanted to get home for the holidays as much as he wanted to.

An elderly woman turns to him with a small smile, “Got your wife waiting for you back at home, son?”

“Oh, not my wife yet,” Esteban chuckled softly, his heart softening from the thought of you, “Still my girlfriend.”

“Are you planning to propose soon?” She questioned, “I hope you don’t mind me being a chatterbox.”

Nodding in response, Esteban smiled, “Definitely, she’s just…everything I’ve dreamed of.”

Patting the Frenchman’s shoulder, she replied, “Wishing the absolute best for the two of you.”

Esteban expressed his thanks before turning to stare out the window, snow hindering the visibility of the car to be at a normal speed. He fumbled with the charm that had your initial on his bracelet, wanting to hold you in his arms as soon as he can.

Back at home, you were wide awake. Esteban’s call woke you up at nearly 4 am, and you haven’t gotten any sleep since then. It’s nearly the end of the day, the moon starting to show up.

“Hey, love. I haven’t heard from you since the morning,” You said through the phone, twisting the promise ring on your finger, “I hope you’re safe. I just…I really hope you’ll be home soon.”

Sighing as you put the phone down, you set the food that you prepared on the table – despite the possible fact that Esteban not make it in time for you to welcome Christmas together.

Hearing your phone chime, you immediately grabbed it, only to feel disappointed that it wasn’t from Esteban.

Unknown Number: Happy Holidays! Your package with the tracking number of CSEN21HD8 will be attempted to be delivered today.

Upon reading the message, you frowned in confusion, you didn’t order anything that could possibly arrive at a time like this. In fact, you wondered as to whether or not this could be a faulty package.

Before your thoughts could further wander off, a knock on the door cut them off and you walked to see who it was through the peephole.

You opened the door slightly and frowned, mumbling to yourself, “There’s…no one there.”

Esteban peeked from the side and smiled, “You sure about that?”

“You’re home!” You exclaimed, opening the door wider to pull him in the tightest hug, “Oh, I’ve been worried sick. You didn’t respond to any of my voicemails!”

Esteban chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around you as he closed the door behind the two of you, “Awful reception, but I’m here now.”

“I’m glad you’re home in one piece,” You pulled away to kiss him on the cheek, dragging him to the dining room, “You must be hungry, do you need me to turn up the heater? You want to change clothes?”

“Darling, calm down, I’m alright,” He smiled, looking at you endearingly, “In fact, I have one thing I need to do.”

Humming as you went over to the switch to turn the heat up, “Yeah, what is- oh my god, Esteban.”

Esteban looked at you with a smile while he was down on one knee, a red velvet box in his hands, “Y/N, darling, I honestly don’t know where to begin. All I know is that you’re my person – and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You had tears in your eyes, looking at your longtime boyfriend in awe, “Esteban…I’m.”

“I gave you that promise ring sitting on your finger right now to signify my never-ending love for you,” He continued on, “And now I want to give you this ring…what I’m trying to say is, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Nodding eagerly, you smiled brightly with a few tears falling down your cheeks, “A million times yes.”

Letting out a deep breath, Esteban stood up and held your hand, carefully slipping the ring on your finger and kissing it, “Merry Christmas, darling.”

You hugged him tightly, resting your chin on his chest with a smile brighter than the stars that sat on the sky, “Merry Christmas, love.”

[thatgirlonstage]

Actually insane over the fact that EoA chose to explicitly, textually tie Esteban’s decision to betray his family to his trauma over losing his parents. Like. It’s definitely a supported reading that this is some post facto justification for what was a decision actually motivated mostly by greed and ego, but what he himself says about it is that he felt like he could see a danger, that no one was listening to him when he tried to warn them about it and beg them to take a different course of action, and that the last time this happened both his parents wound up dead so this time he decided to be proactive about trying to protect the people he loves. And then he failed miserably at doing that because Shuriki betrayed him.

Like it’s an incredible choice because it’s genuinely very good writing that adds a ton of layers and complexity to his motivations—even if it is partially justification I don’t disbelieve him that it was a contributing factor, yknow?—and also I’m sitting here clutching my head losing my mind about it bc like. He and Elena are the same. They are foiled in so many interesting ways and their motivations are the same. They actually both struggle a ton with entrusting responsibility to other people when it’s about something important to them. They both want to protect Avalor and their families. They both lose their parents to something well beyond their control and are so terrified of losing anyone or anything else in the same way that they will do anything to be sure they aren’t helpless next time. They’re the same. The differences are that Elena is more altruistic than Esteban, who cares more about His people than about people In General (ie, Elena is more good-aligned vs Esteban is more neutral-aligned, tho I think there’s a decent case to be made that Esteban straddles the border a bit) and the narrative rewards her for that, and that Elena… trusts the right people. She trusts people who do ultimately have her back, and who will tell her when she’s trying to do too much on her own, and who ultimately have her best interests at heart. Esteban… It’s Complicated. Bc it’s not that he has no community or support, but it’s this sort of vicious cycle of 1) he doesn’t have very many people in his support circle and some of the people he does have are shitty friends (hi Victor), 2) he’s very bad at ceding control and trusting other people to tell him when he’s wrong, which yes is a flaw he needs to work on, but it’s also partially bc 3) a lot of his support circle is also very bad at treating his concerns and issues seriously (I’m going to get pissed about dia de las madres again, which I know is kind of unfair but also. Bite me.) and this got him orphaned in the past. So he ends up in this place where he’d rather shake hands with the devil because at least then he knows the terms of the deal. This consistently goes terribly for him, bc none of his devils are actually obligated to play fair and he is frequently tricked out of whatever concessions he thought he had gained, but how he got here makes sense. How he got here is worthy of sympathy. He is easily manipulated by people who pretend to listen to him, but that’s necessarily only the case because he spends a lot of time feeling like no one cares about listening to him. He spends a lot of time caring deeply about people who he knows love him but he feels like don’t trust him. He wants, desperately, to save them from an optimism that is warranted for them because they’re the protagonists, but was never rewarded for him.

[thewritingofspencerrose]

straight from the books | masterlist

this is very light enemies to lovers

2018

"I'm just glad you're okay-"

"Margaux, I told you on the radio, and I'll say it again, It was a light jostle, both cars were able to finish," Este assures, and while I know that's the case, it doesn't change the fact that he's my older brother, and his profession will never not make our family's heart race.

"I know, but I heard Verstappen's commentary and he sounded beyond angry, so I just wanted to be sure. The way he played it, it sounded worse."

Valteri snickers to my side, the second Mercedes driver clearly amused, but I understand why the Redbull driver is angry, he lost first. But to threaten the other driver like he did was beyond-

"Ocon!"

Oh no.

My ears catch his harsh tone before my eyes catch his body, shoving his way through the crowd of drivers awaiting their weigh in and straight towards my brother who awaits on the scale.

"What the fuck were you pulling there?" Verstappen's anger is as loud as his voice, hands shoving my brother with more force than I can remember a driver-on-driver interaction. He's shoving him back by his shoulders, the other drivers around simply looking on in awe as Esteban tries to talk himself out of the reaction his driver garnered.

"Man-" But Esteban's words get fainter in my mind as I want Verstappen continue on in Dutch, pushing enough for my brother to walk off of the platform with his opponent right behind him.

A track hand approaches first, separating the boys enough for Verstappen to start to back away, still angrily yelling at my brother but relenting back to Redbull.

Or attempting to, until Esteban gets a look. One I know good and well from years of sibling treatment. He's feeling full of himself, with an attitude of invincibility he used to get when our parents walked into a room. And now Este is shoving back.

"Esteban!" Why am I stepping in? Why?

My feet carry me forward before I can answer my own questions, hands resting on both drivers' chests as I stand in between.

Eyes on fire, eyes of ocean blue meet hazel, and I want to simply pause and stare. But his eyes are only pure anger, and I've now joined the list of people who have angered him.

"He didn't mean to effect your race, your shoving and hollering are not going to change the results."

He does NOT like this rationalization.

His eyes leave mine, looking over my head with every bit of spite. "What? Having your little sister fight your battles with you since you don't have a car to get me with?"

"Don't speak on my sister!"

"That's enough!" It's Redbull's team principal, hand on Max's shoulder as the driver glares between Este and I. "Apologies, Ms.Ocon," the older man is kind enough to apologize, ignoring my brother in a whole before dragging away his still complaining driver.

"What? An angry Dutch comes at you and you decide to smile and mock him into a fight?" Now I've turned on my brother.

"You're eighteen, I'm twenty-one. Go find a seat in hospitality and I'll find you when I'm done." Esteban's face has lost it's mocking smirk, now riddled in seriousness, as he turns his back on me and walks to his assistant, gesturing towards me and away.

And now there's someone who knows I'm meant to go back, and not disappear completely back to the hotel.

Brilliant.

2024

"Just please, try to behave yourself," Esteban is quick to request, voice low as we approach the entrance to the paddock, passes in hand.

"I always behave, Este, you're the one to be concerned about," my voice is just as low, but holds very little humor as I fiddle with my dress. I'd like to continue, but he's already beaten me through the gates, me quickly scanning my pass to catch up and enter beside him, much to the photographer's delight.

With Esteban being a grid menace, much like Kevin this year, the Alpine team loves when Flavy or myself join, a boost of positive attention for their most turbulent driver.

"Ah! And here's Esteban, pilot for Alpine," Laura, my favorite journalist greets, smile directed at me, "And who have you brought with you today?"

"Ah, ma sœur, Margaux," He introduces to the camera, Laura nodding brightly.

"It's been a while, has it not, since you've been able to join us Margaux?" Oh, they're directing questions to guests now?

I have to pause, leveling my smile and head to my practiced mode.

"It has been about two years since I've been able to attend, the last being for our mutual friend Mick Schumacher's most recent race," Most recent, the kindest way I can think to put Mick's current situation.

"Well, it's lovely to see you here again today. I actually believe we follow one another on Instagram, and I saw recently that you graduated from University with a degree in geography, specifically population geography, congratulations! What are your plans for the future?" Her words make me blush, and I can't help the laugh that escapes at the question.

"Mon Dieu," is the first thing out of my mouth, leaning in slightly to the microphone, "I feel as though I'm a driver who's destination is unannounced," The joke earns a laugh from both Laura and Este, "Since my next stop is not an F1 seat, I can happily say I will be teaching history and general geography at the sixth year level starting this fall."

Her smile could not be larger, face full of joy. "Another congratulations on that! We have to move on, but I hope to see you more during the weekend."

"We'll see each other eventually," I assure, her nodding and leaving Este and I to ourselves in the busy area. "I adore her."

Esteban just laughs, moving forwards with his team, leaving me to follow behind, eyes wandering in every which way. The experiences that come from going to races are ones that will never fully be able to comprehend.

The hustle and bustle of the paddock is electric, drivers and teams everywhere with even more places to be.

"Baby Ocon!"

The speed at which my neck turns should be studied, because it's with all the speed of one of the boys cars that I'm turning at that voice, smile wide as my eyes land on the perfectly styled blonde head of my best friend.

"Baby Schumi!" My feet carry me to him before I can decide against it, his body pulling me in and lifting me into a spin, my entire world spinning in joy. "Esteban didn't tell me you'd be here!" Is the first thing out of my mouth when my feet hit the ground, glancing around to notice Mick had been talking with Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. Yikes.

'Max, Charles, this is Esteban's sister Margaux. Margaux-"

"I know Schumi, but thank you," I interrupt, knowing the grid my brother is constantly fighting. "It's nice to see you both, congratulations on your seasons to date," I greet, offering an awkward little wave that seems to earn a smile from the Ferrari driver in front of me, the Redbull driver simply staring.

I don't have the time to think on it though, Mick's already started on again, asking about our friend in green.

"I haven't had a chance to catch up with his yet, but I did see Lawrence earlier and I may grab a coffee with him and Lance's girlfriend later."

"Lance has a girlfriend?" Charles is the first to introduce himself to the conversation, he and Mick starting on the walk further into the paddock, continuing with their schedule for the morning and leaving Max and I to follow along, like two little ducks trying to keep on with their parents.

"The state of California in America has more people than all of Canada."

I'm not positive I've just heard the words leave Max Verstappen's mouth, but when I glance over, his eyes are on me, an almost... hesitant, glean to his eyes.

"Excuse me?"

The man shakes his head, simply shrugging off his earlier muttering, but I want to know what he said.

A little nudge is all I give, my should meeting his arm and garnering his attention. "Come on, I want to know."

His smile is small, barely distinguishable from a grimace, "The state of California has more people than all of Canada."

Oh wow.

"Really?" He nods, smiling like he has a reason to be shy. "I didn't know that, that's actually super cool, thank you."

"I figured you would like a geography fact given your degree," Max explains, and the thought behind his process let's me know that no matter what happened between him and Esteban years ago, he no longer holds anything negative towards me.

He's actually being quite sweet with his thoughtfulness and little smile.

He's actually kind of handsome.

[hourcat]

charles tastes like wine, still.

which--it’s not a surprise, really, considering all that they’d had at dinner, but pierre is still quietly amused at that fact anyway as he leans over the arm rest to kiss him after their long, long day in front of the cameras. he’s been thinking about doing this--well, since charles met him after the LV show, all boisterous energy and refreshed, relaxed grins that only come from a well-used winter break.

but he’d waited. waited until after the bulls game, waited until after they’d said goodbye to esteban, even waited after dinner, when charles had been so dazedly full of food and fondness that he’d grabbed pierre’s hand almost above the table. it’d been the wine talking, mostly, but still. pierre waited.

he doesn’t have to wait now. charles kisses him back easily, pliant against his mouth but still firm enough to hold himself upright as he, too, leans over the arm rest. the hotel’s parking garage is dark in this corner, pierre knows, and the windshield is just tinted enough to keep their identities hidden. they can do this freely.

“mon petit,” charles mumbles, breaking away to take a few breaths. “i missed you.” he doesn’t dive right back into pierre’s space, just stares at him with his wide eyes that somehow glitter even in the low light of the space around them. “you look good.”

pierre snorts. “i thought you hated the mustache,” he mutters, and charles’ breathy laugh is more of a warm breeze than a real sound. “you must have really missed me to say that.”

his best friend makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, another laugh-like breath. “i did,” he answers--earnest, so earnest, the way he somehow always is. but he’s still staring. “and you do, even if the mustache gets in the way.” he wrinkles his nose and rubs at his cheek playfully, like pierre has burned him. later, sure, this will pose a problem: charles is sensitive and pierre has missed him, even if he’s enjoying the button-pushing too much to say so right now. it wouldn’t be fair to leave marks like that on his lover’s tender skin. but now, it’s all fine: charles reaches up to rub the pad of his thumb against the scruff of pierre’s actually-formed beard, and the smile on his face is warm with affection. his mouth is still shiny-red from pierre’s affections.

his heart swoops in his chest a little. “i missed you too, calamar.” quiet. whispered right to charles’ mouth so no one can steal the tiny little confession from them. “winter break looks good on you.” charles hums some unintelligible response before closing the barely-there distance between them, kissing pierre so sweetly it’s like they’re kids again. wine-laden, traces of chocolate mousse still lingering on his tongue, pierre relishes the indulgence of it all. charles’ hand presses more into his cheek. he’s warm. he’s familiar. no tropical vacation will ever replicate this, right here right now--the laziness of their exchange, the comfort of being at home in france even if they’re miles away from any place either of them have ever lived, the certainty that this will continue the moment they’re back in pierre’s expensive hotel room because it’s all either of them can think to do. kiss, kiss, kiss. “i do not think you should include this in your next vlog, charlo.”

charles laughs, this time a little more audibly, against pierre’s mouth. “you saw that,” he says, voice quiet and a little bashful. pierre scoffs. “you should have come skiing with me, pierrot. the mountains were stunning.”

“maybe next time i will,” he mumbles. “but please, bebe, keep your shirt on for the next one--i cannot sit through another plane ride of that if you’re not there with me.”

his best friend huffs another laugh, then dips closer. their noses bump. charles giggles. “it got you here, non? how else do i get your attention, mon amour.” he doesn’t wait for an answer. he catches pierre in another kiss, still just as slow, still just as lazy and exploratory as ever. pierre doesn’t want this night to end.

if he plays his cards right, it won’t for quite a bit longer. 

[formula1fanfiction]

Valtteri Bottas / Lewis Hamilton

Title: Insecurity

Pairing: Valtteri Bottas / Lewis Hamilton

Characters: Valtteri Bottas / Lewis Hamilton, Esteban Ocon, Pierre Gasly

Prompt: Lewis has been hiding the fact that he's an omega for 15 years only for Pierre's heat to threaten it. Lucky for him he's got Valtteri to help

rating: 18+

A/N: This is part 3 of the ABO series, this can be read as a stand alone story but you can find Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 here. :)

Fuming isn't the word, Pierre Gasly and his fucking heat causing problems for everyone else. Fifteen years Lewis managed to keep the secret that he's an omega. Nobody knows, the Mercedes team think he's a Beta, the FIA EVERYONE, thinks he's a Beta. Everyone other than Valtteri, his mate.

His secret had very nearly been in the open, the Alpine garage is right next to there's and the smell had been causing chaos for all the Alpha's, Lewis knows it's Pierre because he had overheard Esteban telling Mick about the strength of it. Then Lewis' omega instincts had kicked in and started his own heat. Luckily for him Toto thought it was Mick that had come into heat and Lewis had used the distraction and escaped. Maybe Mick had come into heat as well and he still doesn't know about George, he couldn't hold on to find out.

Now Lewis is spread naked on the hotel bed sheets just waiting for Valtteri to arrive. He had text Valtteri as soon as he left the paddock, so he shouldn't be much longer. He's soaked with his own sweat and his slick is flowing from him like a river. He's just about managing not to crazy but if Valtteri is any longer, Lewis is close to breaking into his dildo collection, just to take the pressure off a little bit.

A huge sense of relief washes over Lewis' body when he hears the sound of the hotel door unlocking. Valtteri inhales and smiles at his naked mate laid on the bed. "Oh Lewis, I'll start removing my clothing." Valtteri wastes little time stripping and leaves them in a neat pile before climbing onto the bed.

Despite being an alpha Valtteri is a very calm and collected person and his every intention of taking his time, making sure his mate gets what he needs of course he's going to tease him a little bit. however Lewis is a lot more gone than Valtteri thought.

All Valtteri's thoughts are cut short when Lewis launches himself at Valtteri and straddles his waist. "I can't wait Valtteri, I need your knot. Pleae Alpha." Valtteri grips Lewis' hips and smiles up at his mate. "Anything you need Lewis, please just tell me."

Lewis lowers himself so their chests are touching, he can feel Valtteri's heart beat against his own, it makes him feel safe. Lewis runs his nose along Valtteri's and inhales the scent, it only makes the stream of slick worse. He needs Valtteri, now!  

Valtteri for his part is still in shock, Lewis is not your typical omega but he is never this aggressive either. The scent of Lewis' heat is driving him crazy, Lewis' slick is leaking over his thighs. His Alpha instincts are getting pretty hard to ignore now, he bucks up hoping to feel a little more of Lewis, his omega moans but makes no attempt to hurry things up.  

"I thought you were desperate Lewis." Valtteri is the one who's losing his mind. Lewis continues moving his nose along Valtteri's body and inhaling. "I need to scent you Valtteri." The torture continues for a few more seconds, until Valtteri feels ever more slick leaking from his mate, coating his cock and balls.  

Lewis moans, he can't fight his body's fevered urges anymore, he takes his alpha's cock into his hands and lines it up against himself. The both of them cry out, finally getting what both their bodies need. Lewis doesn't wait, he doesn't need to, he rides himself hard on Valtteri's cock, moaning loudly every time his mate cock bumps against that special bundle of nerves inside of him. 

Lewis claws at Valtteri's chest with every hard thrust into his body. He needs Valtteri deeper inside of him, he needs him harder. Lewis uses his position to help fuck himself even harder. Valtteri just steadies Lewis' hips with his hands and cries out his name. This is so much better than Valtteri could have ever imagined. His perfect little feisty omega.  

Lewis is trembling all over, his legs are burning from the strain but the strength of his heat is what keeps him going. He rocks back and forth on his alpha's lovely thick cock. His knot is swelling and is hitting Lewis in all the right places.

"I can take over Lewis, if you need me to?" Valtteri grips even harder on Lewis' hips, there will be bruises to explain but he's way too far gone to care about that. Valtteri is aching with sensitivity, with the need to come but he's holding back for Lewis sake. There is nothing Valtteri won't do for Lewis, holding back is nothing and he needs a lot more than a quick fuck right now.  

"Valtteri yes, fuck yes." Lewis screams his orgasm hitting him hard. Only then Does Valtteri let himself go, he inhales Lewis' scent and matches his moans his knot swelling and filling Lewis to the brim.

Lewis sighs with relief and collapses down onto Valtteri's body, his alpha's strong arms wrap around him and presses a hard kiss onto his sweaty temple. They are going to be stuck together for a while, better get as comfy as possible.

"What brought this on Lewis? I thought you were not due until the summer break." Lewis groans in frustration. "Pierre Gasly is what happened, his fucking heat is so intense the whole paddock is dealing with it." Valtteri laughs and kisses Lewis again. "I heard about it actually, poor Pierre, imagine what it's like to be him." Lewis just scoffs with disapproval. "His mate needs to take care of him a bit better."   

"I really don't know how i'm going to get through the race weekend." Lewis whines. "I can't just disapear with omega problems when i'm supposed to be a beta." Valtteri traces Lewis' tattoo with the tip of his finger, his knot finally pops and he's able to slip out and hold onto Lewis even tighter.

"Maybe it's time to come clean, it's nothing to be ashamed of anymore, omgea's aren't treat like dirt anymore. Look at Pierre, Charles and Lance just to name a few, no one even cares." Lewis sighs. "It would be different for me, it's just not something i'm comfortable doing."

Valtteri pulls Lewis closer and presses a hard kiss onto his lips. "Okay Lewis, whatever you want. Just remmber i'll always be here to support you."

[f1-disaster-bi]

🔀 Lance/Lewis 👀

First Date - Blink 182

Lance had stressed about this date all week. Even now, sitting across from Lewis with the other holding his hand softly as he talked animatedly about Roscoe's latest adventure, Lance couldn't beliebe this was happening. He had stressed for hours about what to wear. He had sent multiple pictures to Esteban and Mick of his hair, begging them to help him style it in a way that would look good. His friends had laughed, but been reassuring, telling Lance that Lewis obviously liked him for him but Lance found that hard to believe. Lewis was Lewis. He was gorgeous and amazing. He was funny, smart, sweet and just so lovely that Lance felt like he could spend an entire twelve live life times just trying to be worthy of Lewis's time. Yet Lewis had asked him out anyway even if Lance felt undeserving and Lance was clinging to every moment of this date. He never wanted it to end. He wanted to stay here in this moment, watching as Lewis laughed at a bad joke he had cracked. He wanted to keep the warm weight of Lewis's fingers tangled with his, wanted to memorise the way Lewis's thumb swept over his knuckles as Lewis looked at him as if he was fascinatijng. Yet everything had to come to an end, and soon, Lance found himself standing in the doorway of his apartment, just wishing time could slow down. "Can I kiss you, Lance?", Lewis asked so sweetly, his hand warm on Lance's cheek as Lance gazed down at him in awe. His heart hammering in his chest because he was terrified. Not of kissing Lewis, no, but of fucking it up and bumping their noses or teeth together. Lewis showed no such fear as Lance nodded. His hand slipped from Lance's cheek to the back of his neck, pulling the other down into a sweet kiss as Lance sighed, hands wrapping around Lewis's waist. "I don't want this night to end", Lance whispered against Lewis's lips, admitting to the fact he wanted to stay in this moment forever and ever. "Silly, you think this is going to be our last date? Or kiss?" Lewis laughed, kissing him softly once more, "This, us? This is going to last forever, I can feel it"

[iconocon]

curse of monaco | leclerc

summary: loving your best friend never is as easy as it seems

warnings: monaco gp just angst about loving a man that can’t love you back

type: oneshot | word count: 1.9k | ⚔︎ angst

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growing up as the youngest child of two older brothers you found yourself wanting to be exactly like them. you would watch their favorite sports, you would cheer for who they cheered for, and you enjoyed just doing whatever they did like their little shadow. so when you eventually were old enough to go to school with other kids your age you found yourself doing the same thing you did at home. while the other pigtail-headed girls flocked to the swings and multicolored chalk to make hopscotch squares you found yourself wandering by the boys playing with matchbox box cars on the asphalt. in the massive pile of metal and tires, you found yourself drawn to the fiery red cherry one that looked like the one you saw your brothers cheer on from the living room tv earlier in the week.

“hey that’s mine” with the small voice came an outstretched hand as if he expected you to just give it up that easily. which you definitely were not going to do.

“and where’s your name on it?” the brown-haired boy wouldn’t give up his pursuit and neither would you. in fact, you both sat for the entire hour-long recess fighting over the matchbox until a teacher had to come to break you apart. from that day on you, both were inseparable even bringing your own red car to play with the next time you saw him. meeting charles as a small kid fighting on the playground over a small red hot wheel was one of the fondest memories you had in your friendship.

knowing that he achieved those dreams that he didn’t even realize he had when you both met you couldn’t help the warmness that radiated from your heart as here you now sat in the ferrari garage as his guest as now he drives a slightly faster red car (one that you wish you could also fight him for but this one DID have his name on it) however as much as things felt like they didn’t change, one thing did change. he wasn't just your best friend with a horrible haircut anymore; he was a racing driver loved by millions across the world. the realization coming back that the more the two of you grew up the more you realize just how far apart your worlds had become. the world seemed much easier when you were just two children who were glued together every chance they were given neither having a care in the world other than each other.

somehow along the timeline you also found yourself falling in love with motorsport. karting alongside names you now see in the paddock like pierre, or even esteban, however, you grew out of the sport around the time that charles just started taking it seriously. him reaching heights you both never dreamed of as small children banging fluorescent karts into each other after long boring school days. somehow or somewhere in between family holidays and late-night sneaking out to go to parties you couldn't help but fall in love with your best friend. I mean who couldn't? everyone that has ever met charles fell in love with him and you could never blame them because you knew you were just as bad as them pursuing someone who would never see you as anything other than a childhood friend. a placeholder for the feeling of home but it all soon became harder to hide as the pair of you grew into young adults and him into his new GP3 seat.

eyes now followed his every move looking to see if he was the right fit for their cause. in specific the eyes of not only sponsors or teams but also women who also understood the allure of the young monegasque. you stood and watched from the sidelines as the calls got shorter, as the tickets to watch him race got fewer in between, all until you weren't even sure if you knew what his favorite color was anymore. now, of course, you couldn't blame him for not seeing you as anything other than a friend but that never seemed to help the pain in your chest as you watched him pose/date prettier, more put-together girls than you would ever be. yet you waited, even when you knew you looked like a beaten puppy, you waited for his unpredictable calls. they always came when a girl would stand him up for a date, or ask if he could get them tickets for an F1 race, anyway they could think of to use him to benefit their own agenda to make it on the grid. the special ringtone made just for him and the picture of you both smiling as kids in matching karting suits his red, yours pink, both lighting up on your phone making you sigh more than smile these days as you sat and listened to him explain how tired he was of living this life in broken french.

"hi rouge." his nickname falling out of your mouth came so easily even after months apart.

"hi rose,” and there came his for you. “i’m sorry to call so late I didn't know who else to call."

you talked for hours that night as he told you about his new seat in formula 2 where he was sure he understood his role in becoming a future world champion. where he told you he could never have done this without you, as you were the rock in his life that held him grounded. hours turned into the early morning as your conversation merged into your past even somehow talking about the first kiss you both shared on some boat in the middle of an italian sea in middle school, the memory making you blush. you knew charles wasn't malicious. you knew that he didn't actually want to ever hurt you but that night he filled you with so much hope as he reminisced about all the first you shared even talking about how beautiful he found you in those early days yet when he hung up he couldn’t find it in his schedule to talk again until he had another bad day.

it's fair after all this to say it wasn't an equal relationship you shared. I mean from an outsider you were a crutch for a life he once lived but in some small part of your brain, you were fine with that idea as long as you were still a part of this new exciting fast life.

both now standing at 24 you were starting to question that philosophy again. starting to question if this life that you were living as some background character desperately in love with her longest lifetime friend was worth all the hassle. even his family and friends knew of the odd relationship both equally talking to the two of you about how unfair the dynamic was. you felt the burning eyes pierre gave you as you watched the one you had feelings from from now kissing his new longtime girlfriend. him drawing her close as she congratulates him on another pole position for ferrari. you even almost laughed when the french driver mumbled "pathétique" under his breath at the pained look on your face. the pain only subduing itself when the star of the show planted a kiss on your own forehead whispering how glad he was to have you here again.

the curse of monaco should’ve been a metaphor for the both of you as it was a completely one-sided affair. one that burned like it was a stoked fire especially inside of you as you watched on with his family as his race strategy was blown up in front of your very eyes. you even swore you were more upset at his engineer than he even was sitting in his car with his profanities booming over the radio. only having his younger brother arthur as the thing holding you back from telling the crew how you felt yourself you stewed in the wet oiled air. the curse of monaco struck once again as his strangled voice of frustration echoed in your ears over the garage noises watching while he was forced to wait in a pitstop behind carlos leading him once again to lose the lead of his home grand prix. knowing you couldn't continue to watch him be let down by his own soil you found your way back to his driver's room deciding it’s better to be waiting there for him where you could help calm him down. just like you always promised you would.

surprisingly when he finally stormed through the room he was angrier than you thought he would be. charles was always very in control of his emotions, he understood when things were in his control and when they werent which is one of things you admired so much about him. however, in this moment he was anything but controlled as his helmet slammed into the wall, his fiery red racing boots coming off next with those hitting the opposite wall. soon it felt like a game of dodgeball between you and his gear, wanting to shed as soon as possible to distance himself as much as possible from the shitshow earlier.

"rose i dont wanna talk"

"charl-"

"what did i say? i dont want you to be all over me right now y/n"

sucking in a deep breath you almost paused not wanting to fight with him when he was this worked up. you didn't know this charles. the one you spent 24 years learning the ins and out of wouldn't treat you as the one in front of you was treating you now. out of all the people in monaco to be mad at you coudn't understand how he decided on you but you were reaching your own boiling point.

"how dare you" rising up from the couch as fast as you did was enough to make you see stars but it wasn’t even to make you stop your pursuit of the brunette. your pointer finger now making an indent in his red fireproofs as both pairs of blue eyes met eachother as you repeat yourself again. “how dare you be mad at me out of everyone here”

his eyes holding their own story as he almost laughed at your rage. “just get out”

“i cant believe you”

“stop being delusional”

“delusional?”

“yes, delusional to think i even want you here right now”

the look on your face was probably enough to make the screen of the next lifetime movie as you gasp at all the air leaving your chest. the hot tears didn’t stop as you turned around to collect your things and they even came down harder as he tried to grab onto your shoulders to try to make you listen to him, somehow trying to make you believe he didn’t mean it. maybe you were delusional because you wanted to believe at that moment every word that came out of his mouth. you knew somewhere deep in whatever was left of your resolve that it wasn’t real. you knew he meant what he said and you also knew as you walked out of the ferrari motorhome you knew you would once again be left to look like the stupid lovesick little girl because even your unbalanced relationship couldn’t withstand the curse of monaco.

⏤

rose- pink in french and rouge- red in french

(i thought these were cute nicknames for their karting suit colors!) I've been lacking due to school and work but hoped you all enjoyed this lil oneshot!

[gorgeys]

Nerves (Emilia Alo x Reader)

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3

You’ve been tasked to seduce Sebas, but you can’t keep your eyes off Emilia…

Emilia Alo x Fem!reader 1380 words

Feels kinda half-assed but I hope you still enjoy it!!

Once the mini-concert had finished, many people complimented Y/N on her performance before dispersing around the large house.  Y/N thanked each and every one of them with a thoughtful smile, even accepting another shot from a few of them.  But she was rushed by Jana who assembled the group (minus Luka) in a huddle to put the final steps of the plan into action.

“That was perfect, Y/N,” Jana said, her voice laced with excitement.

“Clearly.  He’s practically eye-fucking you,” Dixon said, nodding toward the bar which Sebas leaned against.  When Y/N looked ahead at him, he was already staring back.  Upon her gaze, Sebas licked his upper lip as if she was a delicious meal, anticipating the moments when he would taste her.

“Oh, that’s nasty,” Y/N said through a forced smile that seemed to be realistic enough for Sebas as he returned it with a glance up and down her body.  His materializing eyes made her skin feel sticky and amplified the feeling of sweat all over her body.  It was a sickening feeling that nearly conjured her gag reflex.

When he turned to fill up his glass, Y/N’s eyes wandered away while Jana repeated the plan to everyone for the hundredth time.

“All you have to do is take him by the hot tub, we have the camera set up there.  Then you just--are you listening?”

“Mhmm,” Y/N mindlessly mumbled.  It was clear her mind was elsewhere as she was fixated on something over Jana’s shoulder.  Even as Jana continued explaining, Y/N took her bottom lip between her teeth, her surroundings becoming blurry and muffled.  Everything but the gorgeous figure approaching her.

She wore a tight-lipped smile, holding eye contact with Y/N that articulated more than what she would’ve been able to say with her words.  Only a few steps later she pushed herself between Jana and Esteban without a word.  Before anyone could respond, she reached out and grabbed Y/N by the hand.

Y/N sported a smug smile as she allowed herself to be led by Emilia.  She was practically limp under Emilia’s soft touch.  She was down to go wherever Emilia wanted, and this was no exception.

“What?  Where are you going?” Jana shouted after them.

Neither even turned to acknowledge her, a silent understanding between the two of them.  Maybe it was the fact that they could hear the rapid beating of each other's hearts or they felt a burning in their chests that would only stop if they were together as quickly as possible.  Alone.

They rounded the corner, past the Sebas, who was watching quite intently until Emilia found the empty room she had noticed at the very beginning of the party.  It was all in anticipation of this move she had planned to make on the only person she’d been thinking about for weeks.

Once inside, Y/N shut the door behind her, ensuring to lock it, before Emilia released her hand.  Emilia turned to face Y/N, leaning on the desk behind her and planting her hands on the wooden surface.  Y/N stood at the door, her hands leisurely resting on her hips.

The two stared at each other as if it was a contest, an invisible wall between them to prevent them from moving any closer.  Watching Emilia’s wide, gummy grin spread across her cheeks, Y/N knew she was about to lose this contest.

“Why’d you bring me in here?” Y/N asked, copying Emilia’s smile as if her reasons weren’t obvious.

“I can’t have you all to myself?” Emilia questioned, finishing the drink in her glass.  She must have had at least five full glasses before this judging by the way her grin was just a bit more goofy than usual and her movements a bit sloppier and less calculated.

“I never said that,” Y/N said, lengthening her words as she sauntered a step closer.

“I saw the way he was looking at you,” Emilia said.  She noticed a picture of Jana on the desk and quickly put it face down.  Jana didn’t need to witness what was about to happen.

“Who?  Sebas?”

Emilia nodded her head, watching each of Y/N’s teasingly slow steps toward her.  If only she’d move just a bit faster.  Emilia didn’t know if she could wait any longer than she already had.

“Oh, I’m sure you were so jealous of me.  Don’t you want him to look at you like that?” Y/N said, practically laughing at the insanity of her statements as she said them.

Y/N would’ve had to be blind in order not realize how little interest Emilia had in Sebas, especially since Emilia was all over her all the time.  But she never would have mentioned it in a sober state.  She would have been too nervous anyway.

Emilia hummed, enjoying the sounds of Y/N’s exaggerated laughter.

“That’s why I brought you in here; to teach you a lesson,” Emilia smugly smiled.  Finally Y/N was within arms distance, causing Emilia’s hands to clutch onto her waist and aggressively pull her in between her legs.  Almost tripping over her heels in the process, Y/N’s hands grabbed onto Emilia’s shoulders for support.

“You just can’t wait any longer, can you?”  Y/N’s face hovered over Emilia’s, her confidence clearly at an all-time high.  Y/N’s alcohol-stained breath teased her, tempting her to come closer.

“You’re not gonna run this time, right?” Emilia asked, tightening her grip on Y/N’s waist.  She didn’t even try to hide a glance down to Y/N’s lips.  Finally, it was right there in front of her without the possibility of interruption.  Well, beside Y/N’s nerves.  But it wasn’t likely that they’d make an appearance tonight.

“No,” Y/N said, her hands snaking up the base of Emilia’s neck to the fragile skin under her jaw.  “I want you so bad.  I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you.”  She traced hearts on Emilia’s skin to combat the tiny part of her that was still a bit anxious.

“You already have me.  You just need to stop running away from me.”  Emilia’s voice became lower with each word.

“I can’t help it.  You know you make me nervous,” Y/N said, brushing a stray blonde hair out of Emilia’s face before allowing her fingers to rest on Emilia’s jaw bone.

“But not now?”

“Not now.”

“I don’t want you to feel nervous around me anymore.  I just want you to feel adored.”

It was the most honest and genuine thing Emilia had said in a long time.  And it was all worth it when Y/N finally closed the gap and kissed her.

Y/N’s mind was unable to function after hearing Emilia’s sentiment, so the only way she felt she could truly show her appreciation was with a kiss that expressed every bit of desire and spirit she could muster.

It felt like it had already happened a hundred times.  Their lips told an old tale together, remembering each curve as if this wasn’t the first time their lips locked.  Maybe it was so natural since the both of them had visualized this scene time after time to the point where it stole them from their sleep and worked into their dreams.

But the feeling inside was new.  Emilia thought she had lusted over Y/N before, but only now did she understand what it meant to need someone.  To feel one’s lips and want to feel them for an eternity.  To grab one’s waist and thread fingers through one’s hair no matter when, where, or why.

Y/N was simply blown away.  It felt like an out of body experience watching pink lips move gracefully in time, the rhythm speeding up as they gained a joint confidence.  Emilia pulled Y/N’s hips into hers, Y/N pushing her chest into Emilia’s, causing her lean back over the desk.

It felt like a roller coaster except the descent never stopped; although it was scary at first, after some time, it was only bliss and excitement.  Nothing would ever top this.  Nothing besides sharing a million more kisses like this one.

[gothicwidowsworld]

T’es l’amour de ma vie E.O

The warm fall heat of Texas was a welcomed change to London’s dull wet autumn weather and was even more appreciated after Turkey’s damp start. Geri had begged Y/N not to go and to come home or at least somewhere that wasn’t such a high stress environment but the former Spice Girl was simply greeted with a teasing smile and the y/h/c promising she would not put herself in any danger imaginary or otherwise. If Y/N had known the danger was being stalked down the paddock by one of the least intimidating men she’d ever met maybe she would have taken Geri’s advice more seriously, or at least stayed in the air conditioned motorhome.

“Stop following me Ocon.” Y/N grumbled loudly turning to face the driver, clearly surprised he’d been spotted his carefully calculated steps having done nothing to help. “I wasn’t following you… I was just worried about you in this heat.” The man defended himself softly, running a hand anxiously through his hair. “I’m sure you were.” Y/N replied flippantly, eyebrow raised in silent judgement. “I can’t worry about you?” The Frenchman asked quietly, almost hesitant, scared he’d anger the girl even more and lose her for good.

 “I don’t see why you would Esteban.” Y/N retorted frowning at the Alpine drivers body language, Esteban had never been a tense guy in fact he was like nobody Y/N had ever met before. He was a good guy, there was no denying that. But there he stood almost twiddling his thumbs refusing to leave even after the young y/h woman had practically bitten his head off. “I waited for you in Turkey but you never came.” the Alpine driver added sadly. Of course he’d heard about the Horner girl’s return and he’d stupidly thought she’d come and find him. Somehow he’d conned himself into believing she’d turn up her usual cheeky grin plastered on her face donned head to toe in oversized Red Bull merchandise and send him subtle gestures to show the support she held for him. Instead he saw the y/h/c girl cheer and celebrate with Max…with Red Bull. The Dutchman and he may have had a previous issue but Max would never do anything so spiteful. “I had nothing to say to you Ocon.” Y/N started weakly shrugging the new information off. 

“T’es l’amour de ma vie” The dark haired man stated he took comfort in the act of confessing in his mother tongue whether it was because he knew Y/N Horner struggled with French and couldn’t reject him or that the language felt like his own personal safety blanket. “Losing you could be the end of me.” the male admitted seriously shocking the pair at his sudden assertiveness. Taking a step towards the girl Esteban could have sworn his heart stopped for a minute, he was utterly terrified she’d leave slipping out of his grasp forever. The man already felt like Monaco was a once in a lifetime moment but he selfishly wanted more. He’d give up anything for Y/N. To just feel that spark again but know when they woke up she’d stay. “It wouldn’t be like before Este.” the y/h/c woman frowned. Y/N wished she could stop talking but her mind was spiralling through all the outcomes and possible endings. Jumping into a relationship was one thing but a relationship and a baby due in four months would make anyone go crazy. “This is all we need.” the Frenchman mumbled bashfully running a large hand over the y/h/c woman's bump, a small smile making its home on his sand coloured face. “ma famille parfaite”

part 1

PS sorry if the translations aren’t 100% correct I used google translate boo ik 

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Aw thank you so much for sending this 😘

1. Old Habits Die Hard 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo (Narcos)

Oh boy, where to start with this ever-growing beast (that I’m pretty sure ticks all of these)? 😂 It feels like it’s been 84 years since I first started it way back in February 2021, but I promise we are getting near the end now! Copious amounts of blood, sweat, tears and love for these messy idiots have been poured into this, and it’s been such a massive learning curve which has challenged me in SO many ways. I also didn’t expect more than about two people to be interested in it, so when I think back on all the wonderful comments I’ve received, it kind of blows my mind.

I still don’t really know how I fell so hard for this ship, it wasn’t supposed to happen! Initially, I only wanted to cover the events of Explosivos because it’s such an interesting episode for their canon relationship never mind anything else, as it shows Javi’s unwavering loyalty to Carrillo taking full effect when he shifts from passive to active participant (the disagreement they have over Gacha is so raw and they both seem genuinely hurt by each other’s words…it’s one of my favourite scenes in the whole show), but soon decided I had to fix everything and it sort of morphed into an emotional slow burn?? I don’t even know and it certainly wasn’t supposed to get this ambitious or take up so much of my time. But their dynamic seems to really suit my writing style and the more I wrote for them the harder I fell and the more they became my comfort ship, so here we are in the depths of rarepair hell lol.

2. Secret Santa 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Steve Murphy (Narcos)

I think this one will always hold a special place in my heart because it was the first fic I shared ❤️ A lot fluffier than some of my more recent writing, but it was Christmas and I still love the gifts I chose for them to give to each other. They feel very them.

3. All In

Pairing:  Steve Murphy x Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo (Narcos)

Tbh I have no excuses for this utter smut fest that somehow also doubled up as a character study 😂 Do you ever re-read some of your older fics and can’t quite get your head around the fact it was you who wrote them? Because this is definitely one of those lolol. 

I’ve always been obsessed with the dynamics between these three, as there are so many fascinating layers going on. I’m never getting over the intimacy and trust portrayed between Javi and Carrillo, to the exclusion of Steve (and the viewer, seen as we see everything from Steve’s POV and we aren’t privy to Javi’s and Carrillo’s history either, but it’s blatantly there). Then on top of that you’ve got Javi being (over)protective of Steve, Carrillo being wary of Steve, Steve wanting to impress and be included by Carrillo and Javi but also not being afraid to sometimes push back against Carrillo...unlike Javi who is wrapped around his little finger. Honestly, they provide so much fic material.

4. Healing Hands

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Female Reader (Narcos)

Well, this originally started out as a ridiculously self-indulgent one-shot written in one sitting after I pulled my neck and could barely move. For some reason, I couldn’t get the thought of a certain grumpy Colonel’s hands out of my head and a massage seemed like an obvious use for them 😉 But then I got encouraging comments hoping for a sequel and it ended up being three parts of utter self-indulgence (and more feelings and character study than I had originally intended) and I have no regrets lol.

5. In Another Life

Pairing: Esteban x Female Reader (There Is a New World Somewhere)

As my only non-Narcos fic so far, I thought I’d include this for a bit of variety lol. This stemmed from one of the Maurice Monday group chats last Christmas, when apparently I was feeling all melancholic about the festive season and who better to scratch that bittersweet itch with than Esteban? That film messes me up every time I watch it 😭 So I transported him and reader to a log cabin in the snow for some angsty smut...although actually, there’s not that much smut and it’s mostly just lots of feelings and wistful yearning. It’s interesting to compare this Christmas fic to the previous year’s fluff fest...I guess I decided to embrace the pain in my writing over the course of a year?! 😂

[mieux-de-se-taire]

The Black Parade - Part 1

I don’t know if words can do this album justice. While Revenge is my personal favorite, I think Black Parade is MCR’s magnum opus. Listening to it is an emotional rollercoaster and a full body experience, and every single song is incredible. It’s an immaculate concept record that feels personal yet universal, theatrical yet intimate. It’s no surprise that it saved and changed so many lives. 

The End - an excellent introduction to the concept while also establishing the record as moving away from the more punk and hardcore inspired sounds of Bullets and Revenge and more towards arena rock, theatrical and dark and sad yet still very fun, I love the grandiosity of the whole song especially when the electric guitars kick in at 0:40, my favorite part is the line “when I grow up / I want to be nothing at all” at 1:16 because I love the line and how Gee devolves into screaming at the end to lead into the heavier section, I also love the transition at 0:56-1:03 with the snapping and backing vocals. Additionally, fun fact, during the TBP tour when they would play through the entire album, Frank was playing the opening section on a cheap acoustic electric Esteban guitar his dad got him (source at 8:06)

Dead! - I love the transition between the end and dead and how the heart monitor introduced in the end flatlines when dead starts, the contrast between the very upbeat sound and the very dark lyrics is super fun and interesting, it’s probably the most fun song on the album, I really like the voices Gee uses for the narrative, his scream at 0:03 is so satisfying, my favorite part is the end starting about 2:49 when he sings “If life ain’t just a joke / then why are we laughing?” and then ends with “If life ain’t a joke / then why am I dead?” (goddamn), my second favorite part is the woody the woodpecker guitar riff at 2:18. Dead was actually one of the first songs they wrote for TBP while touring on Revenge: “‘It’s about being dead and about people not liking you – it was a commentary on the band and how some people feel about us,’ said Gerard. ‘We wanted to say, “You may hate us but we’re still here.” We wanted to say, “Here we are, and we’re better. Here we are and we’re more daring and more defiant than ever.”’” (The True Lives of My Chemical Romance, 139).

This Is How I Disappear - super underrated, some of my favorite vocals on TBP, god, Gee’s scream at 0:25, the harmonies at 2:17-2:34, fucking ethereal, and then the dissonant yelling starting at 2:40, and the layered singing at 3:33-3:46, chef’s kiss, also the line “I’m just a ghost / so I can’t hurt you anymore” (jesus christ), my favorite part is the demented section at 2:40-2:57 when he sings “You wanna see how far down / I can sink”, though I also adore the angelic bridge at 2:17-2:34, overall just a beautiful song, I highly recommend checking out the vocals only version, it works so well for this song

Sharpest Lives - one of my favorite songs off TBP, some of if not the best lyrics Gee ever wrote, I mean “You’re the one that I need / I’m the one that you loathe / You can watch me corrode / like a beast in repose”, “A light to burn all the empires / so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be”, “Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands / drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo”, “So you can leave like the sane abandoned me”, every single line kills, what a fucking song, very dark subject matter but still playful and tongue-and-cheek at the same time, my favorite part is the bridge at 2:00-2:22 with the vocals ascending in fours and Ray tearing it up on guitar, I also love the weird little sounds at 1:08 (Frank?), and, of course, Gee’s pause after saying “So why don’t you blow me”

I’ll be posting a part 2 and 3 review of TBP in the (hopefully near) future, and I’ve already gone over all of Bullets and Revenge. All “extra” material (b-sides, EPs, etc) I’ll go over separately after doing all the albums. Feel free to share your own opinions about MCR with me.