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fromtheseventhhell · 3 months
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Arya thinking that Jon's direwolf "was a Ghost too" when she sees the Ghost of High Heart (w/ white hair and red eyes)
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vampiregeese · 5 months
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Who is the goofiest of your ocs?
it's a tie between Georgia and Myhr. the freaks.
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latenightsinmay · 2 years
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Pack it up guys, back to the vc you go no need to bring your chaos to twitter
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thatsdemko · 4 months
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who’s the worst of them all? someone tell Santa Claus! - f1 grid
part two | masterlist
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warning: not intended for minors + some jokes + fluff/filler part
a/n: hi hi it’s me… I’ve had this written since early November and I’m excited to share!! enjoy!!
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DEAR Y/N,
have you been a good girl this year? I heard you’re looking for your stocking stuffed, I think I have just the gift. meet me at midnight for your gift!
Xx
secret Santa
you can’t read this out loud, and most definitely not to the public who will view this video later. whoever was your secret Santa, must’ve heard the rumors of your dry spell. and how pitiful was if that it wasn’t even a rumor, it was the truth.
“oh it’s just a sweet handwritten note.” you chuckle quickly flashing the note to the camera before shoving it back inside the off white envelope.
the presenter presses for more information. she asks what the letter contains and who you think it’s from, and in all honesty, it could be coming from anyone.
all the boys handwriting was not legible. it was like getting a doctors script, it could mean anything, but it was clear this individual took their time to make it perfect.
“I’ll have to find out at the Christmas dinner tonight.” you flash a wink in hopes to cover the beet red look against your cheeks.
“well have fun!”
fun… this was about to be nowhere near fun when it came down to narrowing twenty something guys to be your secret Santa.
starting off with Pierre. in his bachelor days, he would’ve sent you something like this, but it was always harmless jokes and he would never take it this far. with kika around his arm, you could cross him off the list of embarrassing yourself in front of.
then there’s his best friend, Charles. he always had a wobbly relationship with women, and seeing he’s alone tonight you cross the room heading his way, “you don’t happen to be my secret Santa?” your hands delicately press against his shoulders, he turns around rather quickly at your touch instantly shaking his head, “no, no, I got Pierre this year. you still don’t know yours?”
shaking your head in response, you eye the room from where you stand. the bar had begun to fill with drivers and team members rather quickly. the air was colder now, but the heat from inside was welcoming to those dressed in bare minimum, like yourself. Charles hand against your lower back was like a radiator, the heat spread through your system faster than the log fire going on, “I’m sure you’ll find him.” Charles promises, “but for now, can I get you a drink?”
“please.”
the nights gone smoothly and so far you can cross off valterri, Logan, Kevin, and Nico. you’re questioning yuki, Daniel, Lewis, and lando due to their abilities to dodge the questions.
George outright told you it wasn’t him after hearing you’d spun yourself in circles to find anyone new to question. Logan had confessed to having brought up the idea, but refused to give any further information.
and then there was Carlos.
the man who’d been under your nose this whole evening. with his bow tie crooked, and the clock ticking closer to midnight, you meander your way over to where he stands.
“I’m not who you’re looking for, hermosa.”
“and who am I looking for exactly?”
his eyes flicker from the clock, the television highlighting the Real Madrid game, and back over to you, “I’d never send such a cryptic message.” he maneuvers his body to face yours, “I know how to ask for what I want.”
“and what is it that you want?” you press your body closer in to the smooth wood bar top. your mind is spinning, your heart is hammering it’s way out of your chest, and Carlos is inching closer.
“for you to leave me alone.”
“you’re no fun, sainz.” you pout your bottom lip out and spin on your heels to find your body pressed into lando’s.
“you find him yet?” landos cheeky grin makes him look like a Cheshire Cat. ever since he read the note he’d been eager to place the pin on the man and root for your dry spell to end.
for now, it’s ten minutes to midnight and the place was emptying. the alcohol buzzed around the room and the chatter begun to die, it’s ironic how it was a little bit like your heart: buzzing to find the guy, but ready to die at the sight of him.
“I’m sure it’s all just a prank and I’ll have Logan to blame for it.”
“miss,” the bartenders tap against your shoulder makes you spin away from landos chest, “this is for you.”
DEAR Y/N,
giving up? never thought of you as a quitter.
xx
yours
grinding your teeth together you press the napkin into your palm until the ink smudges. you’re no quitter, but if the man with no balls doesn’t show up soon, you’ll leave here ready to slam your car into someone else’s.
“I’m going to head out, you’ll be okay to walk out alone?”
lando’s worries snap your thoughts from the napkin that’s disintegrating into your hands. his touch is soft against your bare shoulder, making your body two degrees warmer than the room, “I’ll be fine, you go home and have a good Christmas.”
“you too, and if you don’t find him—“
“yes, I know, you’ll key his car.”
rolling your eyes, you playfully shove the Brit off into the cold, leaving you and the cleaning crew in silence.
you never noticed how trashed the bar was. in its glory days, you can tell the red thick carpet and white trim around the bar gave the place a holiday feel. and by the old pictures scattered around the walls, the formula one boys had a riot in this place. people from Michael Schumacher all the way down to young Fernando Alonso, the place seemed to always be the home of f1.
looking down at the disintegrated napkin in your hand, and quickly looking up at the clock, midnight had just struck. if he wasn’t here by 12:01 you were a goner. you hated people who wasted your time, you’d much rather be at home or maybe in lando’s warm McLaren buzzing from the alcohol and the warm leather seats.
turning on your heel, he’d just arrived. he’s shaking the snow off his bulky black jacket, shimmering out of the sleeves. a man comes and retrieves it from his grasp, and in typical fashion, he thanks him.
“you thought I wouldn’t come?”
“I hate when people are late.”
“good thing I’m not late then,” he says with a soft smile approaching where you stand at the bar, with your arms crossed tightly over your chest. he leans forward, inching his mouth over your ear, “I’m right on time.”
a/n: take your guesses on who you think it is!! the big reveal happens Christmas Day!
tags: @oconso @xcicix @imsorare @weasleyswizardwheezes-blog @monzabee @lpab @frreyaa @motorsp0rt @lovelytsunoda @smoothopz z @jaehyunluvcult @iloveyou3000morgan @lunnnix @leclerc13 @goldenalbon
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pucksandpower · 7 months
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Grid Kids: Escapades
Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers
Summary: everyone’s favorite grid family takes on their biggest challenge yet … an escape room
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“Alright, who thought it would be a good idea to lock a bunch of F1 drivers in a room and expect them to work together to get out?” Charles grumbles, eyeing the cryptic clues scattered around the dimly lit space.
George smirks, picking up a coded message. “Well you’ve had plenty of practice trying to decipher Ferrari’s strategy lately, so maybe you’ve got an advantage here?”
The room erupts in laughter as Charles feigns a wounded expression. “Low blow, George! Do I not suffer enough already?”
Lando, fidgeting with what looks like an ancient artifact, suddenly blurts out, “Do you think this is like a button or something?” Before anyone can respond, there’s an audible snap and the artifact falls apart in his hands.
“Seriously, Lando?” Max exclaims, shaking his head in amusement. “First my trophy, now this? Hands off everything, please!”
You chuckle, patting Lando’s back consolingly. “It’s alright. Maybe breaking things is part of the puzzle?”
Lance, busy trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, adds, “At this rate, we’re never getting out of here.”
Mick, focusing on a puzzle piece, comments, “We’ve only got an hour, guys. Let’s get serious.”
Sebastian begins delegating. “Alright, George and Max, you handle the codes. Mick, Charles, focus on the physical puzzles. Lance, Lando — just ... try not to break anything else.”
As the room buzzes with activity, you can’t help but think that this is one of the best ideas you’ve had in a while. It’s hilarious watching these fiercely competitive drivers work together in a situation that doesn’t involve cars and tracks.
After a series of (mostly) successful problem-solving attempts, a loud buzzer sounds, indicating you’re out of time. The doors swing open, revealing a grinning staff member.
“You were only one clue away!” she exclaims, clapping. “Not bad for a first attempt!”
Max looks around the room, a smirk forming. “Well, if Lando didn’t break that artifact, maybe we would’ve made it.”
Lando throws his hands up defensively. “Hey! I added character to the room.”
Everyone bursts into laughter, making their way out. Another day, another adventure — this one off the track.
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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sebastian mutters, amusement evident in his eyes, as he steps into the living room. There are strings hanging from the ceiling, makeshift locks on the furniture, and “cryptic” clues pinned everywhere, like Look UNDER the couch, accompanied by a not-so-subtle arrow pointing downwards.
You, equally surprised and amused, chuckle. “What in the world happened here?”
Charles steps forward, barely containing his laughter. “Welcome to the Grand Prix Escape Room! Guaranteed to be at least 90% more escape-able than the one we failed at.”
George adds, pointing to a padlocked fridge, “I did the food clues. Trust me, they’re the most challenging.”
Max chimes in, “And Lando ... well, we didn’t let him touch anything breakable this time.”
Lando mock-pouts, “One little accident and suddenly I’m the family menace.”
Lance hands you a paper that reads The KEY to success is WHERE you eat BREAKFAST. He grins, “That’s my contribution. Top tier clue, right?”
Mick has a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “I suggest you look in very obvious places. We wouldn’t want this to be too hard.”
As you and Sebastian navigate through the hilariously straightforward challenges — like the “hidden” key taped directly next to the padlocked fridge or the note on the oven saying THIS IS NOT A CLUE, just wanted to remind you we have pie — it becomes clear that this isn’t about the challenge at all.
It’s about laughter, family, and the simple joy of being together.
After an entertaining fifteen minutes, which involves Sebastian dramatically pretending to struggle with a code that's simply “1234,” you successfully escape.
Mick raises a toast with room temperature champagne (they forgot to place it in the fridge before it was padlocked), “To the greatest escape artists in the world!”
You laugh, “And to the best, most creative grid kids in the universe!”
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You wake up to the soft chimes of your alarm, stretching lazily before noticing an envelope on your bedside table. Scrawled on it in mismatched rainbow crayons is Mission: Breakfast Heist.
Opening the note, you read:
Dear Y/N and Seb,
Your breakfast has been stolen! To get it back, follow the clues and embark on a thrilling adventure. Also, no cheating by ordering takeout!
The Breakfast Bandits (aka your grid kids)
Amused, you head downstairs, following a trail of strategically placed toast crumbs. In the kitchen, you find another note taped to the coffee machine: To get your morning brew, tell us a joke that’s new!
Sebastian, rubbing sleep from his eyes, joins you and declares, “Why did the coffee file a police report? It got mugged!” Mick appears from behind you, making both of you jump, and hands you two cups of coffee before backing away silently.
Chuckling, you move on to find that on the fridge, instead of a padlock, there’s a touchpad with a question on its digital display: What’s hot yet cool at the same time?
You ponder it for a moment, thinking of all the possible answers. Sebastian, catching on to the playful challenge set by the grid kids, smirks and says, “It’s the Iceman, isn’t it?”
You both laugh, with you playfully nudging Sebastian, “I always knew you thought Kimi was hot.”
Entering K-I-M-I on the touchpad, the fridge beeps in agreement and swings open, revealing a lavish breakfast spread and a note that reads: Breakfast is served! We might have kept it under lock and key but only to make it special. Enjoy!
From the doorway, the “Breakfast Bandits” applaud, their faces beaming with mischief.
Lance grins, “Took you long enough! And Seb, never knew you had a thing for Kimi.”
Charles joins in the teasing, “Seems like there are still some secrets in the paddock!”
Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes, “At least my secret doesn’t involve singing into a hairbrush every night before bed.”
Charles blushes as the room bursts into laughter. “Who told you about that?” he exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at Lando, who’s trying hard (and failing miserably) to stifle his giggles.
Lando attempts to defend himself through his laughter, “It wasn’t me! But if we’re confessing, who knew that Seb’s haircare routine involved more products than all of ours combined?”
Sebastian raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “Gotta keep the locks looking good, don’t I?”
Max interjects, “Well, if we’re on the topic of secrets, who wants to bet on how many stuffed animals Lando has on his bed?”
Lando gasps dramatically, “Betrayed by my own brothers! Next time, I’m hiding them all in George’s room!”
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oliverreedmasterass · 2 months
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My GVF Predictions for 2024
Sam will attempt to grow a beard similar to George Harrison circa 1970. He'll nearly get there, but when he starts braiding it, his friends and family tell him to shave it off
A new music video will come out for either Sacred the Thread or Farewell for Now out of the literal blue
videos of Danny singing Bon Jovi in a Nashville karaoke bar will unearth
Josh will get another piercing
GVF will issue an apology, revealing that they accidentally deleted the files for the Broken Bells music video
Jake will commit to speaking in nothing but latin for an entire interview
Some cryptic sign will be dropped that Oliver Reed isn't dead
Something's gonna come out of that mystery song that they've been playing during their jam sessions on stage, I swear
Josh is gonna try to bring back shoulder pads and he may or may not pull it off
At least a few members of GVF will accidentally make their way into the background of a Mastercard commercial like Michael Clifford did in 2014
Danny will get another tattoo of something goofy, like a frog playing a banjo or a dorito bag
Sam will want to get a tattoo too, but talk himself out of it while it's happening so he's left with a dot tattooed on him, which he calls a freckle tattoo
GVF will release a new curated spotify playlist, but it's just Nicki Minaj's Pink Friday album
Josh will tease a new short film about space pirates with Jake cast as the evil, latin-speaking three headed villain
New outfit debuts all around for the next leg of the Starcatcher tour, including more capes, more sparkles, and more chains
Josh has spent their entire break trying to figure out how to apply pyro to his microphone so he can shoot shit out of it, which he will test during their next performance
GVF holiday single drop, but they're all giving their worst Frank Sinatra impression and it's a clusterfuck
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euphoniumpets · 2 months
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From another world | Sebastian Sallow x Reader x Ominis Gaunt [ 01/?]
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x reader x Ominis Gaunt
Summary: You woke up feeling disoriented, wondered where, how and why you came across in a city. That's when you sawthat the city and Professor Fig was real and in front of you and that's how you knew that you were in the Harry Potter world. You didn't know why, but you knew that you had one goal in your mind and that was to stop Sebastian Sallow from murdering his uncle and give him a second chance in life. And perhaps it was the reason why you ended up there to stop more than one life.
A/N: hi! yes, so, i was in a hiatus for a while before and now i am brain rotting over sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt from hogwarts legacy. these boys deserve more love and i'm ready to give it to them. this story is an AU where the reader is from our world but get transported into the game. I placed the reader in Hufflepuff but you can imagine your own house as well! Taglist is open if anyone want to be tagged in further chapters! just comment down below or send in my inbox!
Warnings: smut can come across further in the series, some sexual references, violence, blood and gore.
CHAPTERS: one - two
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All you knew that you woke up and felt disoriented. You heard your mother's voice coming downstairs and calling your name to wake up. You thought it was your real mother before you had woken up, got changed, and then walked downstairs. Your first reaction was that you were shocked.
But not because you didn't recognise your real mother, but the way she used her wand in her hand and used magic. You almost passed out and thought it wasn't real until when she said that you were almost too late for the carrige that would take you to Hogwarts.
You didn't question it, since your mother would think that you had loosen your mind and before you knew it, you were waiting outside for the carriage and Professor Fig would accompany you to Hogwarts.
It felt real. Almost too real and it made you shudder with fear, knowing how things and event would turn out if you didn't act quickly.
You waited with your bags in front of your apartment and saw a carriage approaching you. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized who it was. You recognized professor Fig and you knew he was not from your world.
''This is impossible....'' You whispered to yourself. ''I must be dreaming,'' You muttered as he approached you. ''Ah! it appears we are almost ready to depart,'' You heard him speak to you and you almost wanted to approach your soon to be mentor a hug. He was one of your favorites person in the game and you knew that he was soon going do die.
You took in your surroundings and you knew that scenario. It was the beginning of the game you knew very well and you knew that your journey to Hogwarts was not going to be a pleasant one. ''It's a pity we didn't have a bit more time to spend on spell-casting,'' He spoke.
''I persume you've been practising the spells we worked on?'' He asked you. You nodded. ''I have, professor,'' You lied. You actually didn't know if you had practised with the spells since everything felt unknown at the moment.
''Well, I'm quite sure I've never seen anyone take so quickly to a second-hand wand,'' He complimented. You glanced at your wand in your hand and remembered that scene very well. ''You'll be a force to be reckoned with when you get your own,''
''Thank you, Professor Fig, I appreciate your working with me before the term begin-'' You were about to say before you noticed a familiar figure that had apparated in front of the two of you.
You felt your stomach turn into a twist.
''Oh! Eleazar!'' Mr. Osric exclaimed when he saw Professor Fig. ''George, glad my rather cryptic description of our location did not thwart your finding us,'' Professor Fig told him. ''I've apparated to more vaguely defined destinations than this,'' Mr. Osric informed and chuckled.
''Though, I confess I may have miscalculated slightly on my first try, gave quite the fright to some theatre-goers in the West end,''
''It's been much too long, when I recieved your owl, I must say I-''
''Best not to speak here, Elzear,hm?'' He stopped him before he could finish his sentence. ''Of course, why don't we speak en route to Hogwarts? We have a start-of-term and a Sorting Hat to get to,'' Professor Fig replied and looked between you and Mr. Osric.
''Wonderful idea, as long as your young charge here doesn't mind me tagging along,'' Mr. Osric asked you. ''Not at all, sir,'' You told him.
''After you,'' Professor spoke and gestured towards you. You entered into the carriage as the two of them followed after. You knew that Mr. Osric would die on your way towards Hogwarts and the dragon and about the portkey would be on your hands. You decided not to stop it since all you knew that it felt like a dream, that you were still dreaming, but you still felt like his blood was on your hands.
Mr. Osric and Professor Fig began to catch up and you looked out from the window to spot the dragon. It was all too foggy and you couldn't see anything so it was pointless to keep an eye. Your eyes drifted back when you noticed that Mr. Osric had asked about you.
''A new student,'' Professor told him. ''Y/N L/N, pleasure to meet you, sir,'' You introduced yourself with a smile. ''New?'' Mr. Osric asked with a surprised expression. ''Yes, sir, I'm starting school as a fifth-year,'' You explained.
''How extraordinary,'' He spoke. ''It is indeed, none of the faculty has ever heard of anyone being admitted to Hogwarts so late,'' Professor Fig informed.
''Nor have I,''
''Of course, as the other fifth-years will have been honing their magical skills for four years now, the Headmaster asked if I could get our new student up to speed a bit before the terms begins,'' Professor Fig told Mr. Osric.
''Well, you couldn't have asked for a better mentor, Professor Fig is not only an exceptional teacher, he is also a remarkably intuitive - and gifted - wizard,'' Mr. Osric spoke with a glint in his eyes. You smiled softly when you heard Professor Fig's friend complimented him.
He was indeed, you thought.
''Mr. Osric is prone to flattery, I daresay it's one of the reasons he's risen so far at the Ministry,'' Professor Fig spoke.
''Have you seen this?'' Mr. Odric asked and pulled out a newspaper in front of you. You noticed the person and knew who it was. The goblin rebellion and Ranrok. You felt a slight anger when you saw his face appear in front of you, knowing why he must be stopped.
''I have, opinions differ as to how great a threat Ranrok really is,'' Professor Fig spoke. ''Although, I've yet to convince my colleagues at the Ministry, I believe he is a significant threat,''
''And it was your wife, Eleazar, who alerted me to his activities months ago'' Mr. Osric informed. ''Miriam, how?''
''She wrote to me about Ranrok before she died, wondering what the Ministry knew about his activities,'' Mr. Osric explained with a sympathetic expression. ''Before I could respond, I recieved this, it was the last thing she sent me, Eleazar,'' He replied and pulled something out of his pocket.
It caught your attention since you recognised the portkey in his hands and the symbol but also the strange glow. The glow was exactly like from the games would show up. ''It came via her owl, but with no correspondence, I can only assume-''
''That she had to get rid of it quickly to keep it safe,'' Professor Fig spoke as Mr. Osric handed the objec in his hands. ''Persumably from Ranrok,'' Mr. Osric said.
''I cannot open it, whatever magic protects this is powerful indeed,'' He spoke. ''It looks liek goblin metal,'' Professor Fig spoke as he examined the Portkey.
''That symbol-''
''What's that glow?'' You spoke. ''I don't see a glow,''
''Neither does I,'' You looked between the two men as Professor Fig handed you over the Portkey. The lid suddenly opened up and revealed a key. ''Merlin's beard, how did you-?''
You were about to grab the key before Professor Fig stopped you.
''Wait! We don't know what-'' Professor Fig spoke and grabbed the Portkey. The dragon suddenly attacked the carrige and split it in half and Mr. Osric was long gone before that. It felt too real, but how brains play a trick on us. You knew that would happen and you tried not to panic.
''Hang on!'' Professor Fig yelled. You suddenly flew out of the carriage and you saw the key flying beneath. You tried to get to the key before it could fall. ''Grab my hand!'' Professor Fig shouted as you grabbed his hand tightly and before you knew it, you apparated.
The next thing you knew, you felt like you were going to throw up.
You realized you were in the cave of the beginning in the game and I knew how this was going to be further.
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After finding Professor Fig and defeating the Pensives, you found yourself back at Hogwarts. ''Are you alright?'' He asked you with concern. ''I've never seen so powerful a goblin, he seemed totally unaffected by my magic,''
''It seems like we're back where we're supposed to be,'' You spoke and looked at your surroundings. You spotted the familiar castle up ahead and that brought you a smile on your face.
''You're right,'' Professor Fig chuckled. ''It seems those who set up the pensive, the locket, and the path to both wanted someone with your ability, to end up here,''
''Come, we have a sorting ceremony to get to,'' He spoke. You followed after him and towards to Hogwarts.
As you walked inside of the familiar corridors that you had seen in the movies and in the game, you couldn't help but gasp in surprise when you saw the hallways.
''Remarkable, isn't it?'' You heard Professor Fig question next to you as you took in the castle. It was every harry potter fan that had wished for ever since to see the real castle in front of their eyes.
You watched as you stood at the entrance to the great hall as you saw Professor Fig facing you. ''Oh good, we haven't missed the Sorting ceremony,'' He spoke with a relieved voice after he peeked through the doors. ''I'm no expert, but-'' Professor Fig stated before he used his wand to change your clothes into the same first year clothing that they had in the movies before they got sorted into their houses.
''That seems more appropiate, now, I need to study this locket as soon as I can, but first I must contact the Ministry, they need to know what happened to George and be warned of Ranrok, for the moment, I ask that you keep all that's happened this evening between you and me,''
''Of course,'' You told him.
''Thank you,''
''Ready for the Sorting Ceremony?'' He asked and looked at you with excitement, ''Yes,'' You spoke. Professor Fig opened the door to the great hall and you saw the other students gathered around as well by their houses at the dinner table.
You spotted your headmaster, Black and Professor Weasley with the Sorting Hat in her hand. Headmaster Black noticed Professor Fig at the door.
You heard Professor Fig mutter something about Black before he approached the two of you. ''Fig,'' He spoke and you rose your eyebrow towards the man.
You understood why the other Professor didn't like their headmaster that much.
''Nice of you to join us, the Sorting Sediment is over,'' He replied.
''There were complications,'' Fig replied. ''Complications?'' Black repeated and looked at him. ''It seems the goblin is-''
''Goblins! No time for rumors, Fig, and I'm rapidly losing whatever patience I had left,'' Black spoke before his eyes drifted towards to you.
''If you're lucky, we might still be able to get you sorted this evening,'' He spoke and walked back to the great hall. ''I'll be in touch,'' Professor Fig spoke as you nodded before walking inside. You couldn't help but look marvelled at the sight.
It was just like the movies when Harry, Hermione, and Ron had walked for the first time and the ceiling was written in the stars. You looked at your surroundings, spotting a familiar Slytherin brunette boy who talked with a blonde one. You thought it must've been Ominis and Sebastian.
As you walked down, Sebastian could feel someone was watching him and noticed your eyes on him. While you locked your eyes with him, you sent a small smile before turning back to the Sorting Hat.
''Professor Weasley!'' Headmaster Black called after her. ''We've one more to be sorted,''
''Welcome, you're just in time, have a seat,'' She spoke as you sat on the chair in the middle. You took a deep breath when you felt the hat on top of your head.
You were nervous and always wondered in what house you belonged to. Sure, you've taking dozens of quizzes and even in your game got you placed in Hufflepuff. ''Ah yes,'' You heard a voice inside of your head.
''A bit older than the others aren't you? You come here with preferences and preconceptions, certian expectations,'' The sorting hat told you.
''I know where to put you, better be Hufflepuff!'' You smiled as you felt the hat was removed from your head. You wondered how this was going to be and you knew that this was just all a dream before you were going back to the real world.
At least that what you hoped.
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svechnikovvv · 11 months
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ever since toronto (1)
series masterlist: here
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jamie.drysdale who is this? what’s his name, address, social security number, license plate number, etc 🤨
y/n.drysdale this is why charlie is the better brother 😊
jamie.drysdale he’s what? 🧏‍♂️
y/n.drysdale jamie, we’ve told you to replace the batteries in your hearing aids dozen of times 🤦‍♀️
jamie.drysdale free sister for sale, who wants her?
y/n.drysdale i’m older than you, you can’t sell me🙄
jamie.drysdale not right now you’re not.
trevorzegras i’ll take her 🙋‍♂️
jamie.drysdale i’ll hose you down, trevor. i told you to stop hitting on my older sister
trevorzegras seniority rules and i’m older than you, so you’re not the boss of me. y/n, im all yours (;
y/n.drysdale i hate to burst your bubble, trevorzegras, but contradictory to mrs beyoncé, im not a single lady
trevorzegras WHAT??? MY LIFE IS CRUSHED. how will i ever cope with my juliet being stolen from me 😔
y/n.drysdale go do a money spread
trevorzegras all i have are ones right now
y/n.drysdale go show off your george washington’s🙏
jackhughes 😧😧
y/n.drysdale shhhh
jamie.drysdale noooo. hughes, you know something so share with the class. we’re all waiting
jackhughes I PLEAD THE FIFTH (was that good y/n?)
y/n.drysdale perfect hughesy. just like we rehearsed
jackhughes mom will be so proud
jamie.drysdale STOP SWITCHING SUBJECTS. JACKSON, WHO IS MY SISTER DATING???
jackhughes it says i cant share secrets in the bestfriend contract
jamie.drysdale theres a contract now??
y/n.drysdale there’s always been a contract 🙄
trevorzegras it’s rule #3 in the contract to not share secrets
jamie.drysdale YOU SIGNED IT TOO????
trevorzegras duh
lhughes_06 🫣🫣
jamie.drysdale you hughes’ and your stupid cryptic messages
y/n.drysdale you’re just mad i told them before you 🙄
jamie.drysdale does trevor know who it is too??
y/n.drysdale no ofc not
trevorzegras HEY
y/n.drysdale sorry zegras
jamie.drysdale i feel somewhat better now
y/n.drysdale anyways, soon lukey. soon.
trevorzegras this is almost as exciting as a face reveal
jamie.drysdale you embarrass me so much, i’m locking you out trevorzegras
user1 these conversations are such comedy gold 😭
user2 i love the drysdale siblings
user3 WHO IS THAT MAN AND WHY DON’T WE KNOW WHO IT IS???
user4 i feel like we need to see the bestfriend contract rules now
user5 it’s so not bestie like of you to gatekeep your man
y/n.drysdale soon 🤞
_quinnhughes the dog is adorable
y/n.drysdale thanks q. still gotta decide a name for him
_quinnhughes should name him thor
y/n.drysdale YOU GENIUS
jackhughes don’t inflate his ego
jamie.drysdale quintin, do you know who my beloved, amazing, (insert more adjectives here), sister is dating?
_quinnhughes nope
jamie.drysdale there goes my only hope
colecaufield DOG!!!
y/n.drysdale he said his first words 🥹 let me grab my camera and take a picture for the album
_alexturcotte who is this mystery man???
y/n.drysdale a woman never reveals her secrets
_alexturcotte pretty sure it’s a magician, but okay
y/n.drysdale pretty sure it’s not, but okay!
user6 the dog >>>
liked by y/n.drysdale
user7 is nobody paying attention to the caption??
user8 time to do some instagram digging to find out who he is
masonmctavish23 where was my invite? 😧
y/n.drysdale got lost in the post. sorry big mac
masonmctavish23 i see where loyalties lie 😔💔
y/n.drysdale you’re still my favorite canadian, don’t worry
jamie.drysdale what?
y/n.drysdale keep scrolling, this isn’t about you
johngibson36 they grow up so fast (‘: soon you’ll be married with two dogs
y/n.drysdale love you too dad!
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a/n: first part 🤭 the plot will progress the further we get going, trust
tags: @jackhues @jackhughesily @nowandkei @starsandhughes @jhughesl0v3r
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toomuchracket · 1 month
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lovers' quarrel (ross x girlband gf!reader angst)
day 5 of valentine's week. schedule clashes are getting to you. enjoy <3
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you haven't spoken to your boyfriend in a week.
you're sleeping in the same bed as him, yeah, but ross is always asleep when you let yourself into his house at 11pm, body aching after a 12-hour day of dance rehearsals and video shoots and last-minute touch-ups to the instrumentals and harmonies and mixing on your band's new album. and you're always asleep when he leaves at 8am to drive to the studio to finish recording the new 75 LP (scheduled for release a month after yours), a kiss to your sleep-messy hair the only real bit of physical contact he gets to give you.
even your phone calls during studio breaks keep missing each other; you only hear your boyfriend's voice filtered through crackly phone lines, an obvious reminder that you're apart. in fact, the closest you've felt to ross in about eight days is when you use his body wash, in the freezing shower you take to soothe your screaming leg muscles before you get into bed with him.
you hate this. you miss him, so much.
ross misses you, too - he tells you at the end of every voicemail he leaves, paired with a “love you”, in such a defeated tone it brings tears to your eyes. you call him back, leave a similar message of your own, and go back into the rehearsal room and dance your heart out, as if it isn't breaking more with every passing second. 
is this what life is always going to be like for the two of you, a loving relationship reduced to fleeting moments of getting to spend time with each other in between tours and shows and recording sessions and writing and promo? you're not sure how long you could take it, if it is.
but you love ross. so fucking much. surely you can do something to make it better for both of you.
the question is… what?
you're mulling over that on your lunch break, sat alone outside the studio complex with your tofu bowl and lucozade, thinking about how thursdays have always been the worst day of the week (double maths back in the day, and now the final full day of work left before you can actually maybe talk to your man for once), when the answer appears through the summer drizzle. well, actually, it's gabbriette who appears, dashing over to you from her (matty's) car and screeching as the rain hits her hair.
you laugh, standing and letting her barrel into your arms. “hi, wifey.”
“baby girl!” she kisses your nose. “you look gorgeous.”
“gabs, i've been dancing for three hours straight. i look like shit.”
“but hot shit. like, super sexy shit,” she grins. “how's everything going? do i get a sneak peek of the new video?”
you smirk. “depends. did matty send you down here to spy on us?”
gabbriette laughs. “he's too stressed to even think of suggesting anything that smart. no, actually, i'm just here to see how you're doing,” her beautiful face shifts into a more serious expression. “because when i asked your boyfriend how you were, literally thirty minutes ago, he very cryptically said he didn't know.”
“ah.”
“he did then explain that you guys hadn't broken up, but it scared me,” she squeezes your hand. “you okay? like, i know you're both so busy - george is literally pushing the guys to the limit in the studio right now - but…”
you sigh. “yeah, we’re just so busy that we keep missing each other, that's all - i get home when he's sleeping, he leaves before i wake up, and we're never free to call at the same time. like, i didn't even know that thing you just said about george, because we haven't talked for days,” you slide down the wall to sit, and gabbriette follows. you sniffle. “he sleeps right beside me, but i miss him like he's continents away. and i hate it, gabs, i really hate it.”
“oh, baby,” she puts her arm around you and kisses your head. “it'll get better soon, though, won't it? you finish here tomorrow afternoon, right?”
“yeah, but,” you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. “then the boys get to this manic stage i'm in now, then i have to do promo, and they have to do promo, and i just don't know when it'll end.”
“i know the feeling,” gabbriette sighs. “it's not easy, us being us, loving the people we do. but that's the way it is, i guess. we just gotta,” she half-heartedly punches the air. “push through it.”
“mmm,” you take a drink of your juice. “what i wouldn't give to just have dinner with him, you know? go somewhere nice for a night, and think about nothing but the two of us.”
your friend turns to face you. “so, why don't you? make a reservation for tomorrow night. surprise him when he gets home. clichè, but,” she winks. “i'm sure ross won't complain about coming home to you all dressed up and gorgeous. i know i wouldn't.”
you burst out laughing. “you're gonna lose your shit when we go inside and you get to see my album cover outfit, babe.”
“oh my god,” she presses her face into your shoulder, then sits up with a smile. “but seriously. i know you're exhausted, and so is he, but plan a date, have fun, make it a regular thing. you guys are perfect together; don’t let that slip away.”
“alright. thank you for the support,” you hug her. “i love you.”
“i love you, angel girl,” gabbriette pulls back and kisses your nose again, before standing and helping you up. “now, i am dying to see what you and the girls have been cooking up. shall we?”
you link your arm through hers. “let's go.”
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when you hear the key in the lock, you brush down your dress a final time and hurry into the hallway. your heart skips at the sight of ross - clearly exhausted - stepping through the door; you can't keep the smile from your face, and one appears on his after he kicks his shoes off and turns towards you.
he exhales. “god, you're a sight for sore eyes. hi, love,” his arms open, and you run into them and allow yourself to be wrapped up in your boyfriend. “missed you this week.”
“missed you, too,” you nuzzle into his neck. “how are you, darling?”
“perfect, now that i've got you in my arms,” his smile is audible. “not letting you out of them for a second, by the way. need to catch up on holding my girl.”
you giggle. “what about dinner?”
“i can eat pizza with you on my lap on the sofa, can't i?”
oh. your heart feels slightly heavier than it did a second ago. “that's… what you want to do for dinner?”
you do your best to keep your voice light, but ross doesn't miss a trick. he pulls back, frowning slightly. “yeah. something calm, after us both being so busy this week,” he seems to notice your dress for the first time, brow furrowing even further when he takes in your polished appearance. “but that's not what you want, is it?”
“well, baby,” you let go of him, wringing your hands nervously. “i’ve, um, made a reservation at that place you like down the street. for tonight.”
ross pinches the bridge of his nose. “why would you do that, sweetheart?”
your jaw falls open. what? “oh, i just thought it might be nice to go out. save us doing the washing up,” the joke falls flat, but you clear your throat and continue. “and, you know, i’m home now, not coming in exhausted at midnight or whatever, for once, and i-”
“oh, okay,” ross laughs mirthlessly, and your blood runs cold. “just because you're not tired, i should forget my own tiredness and force myself to go out for an overpriced meal i don't even want to eat right now? just because?”
you don't think you've ever felt smaller in your life, and your voice shows it. “no, i just thought-”
“exactly. you just thought, about yourself, not me,” ross hangs up his jacket, shaking his head. “i mean, really, love? you of all people know what it's like, burning yourself out in the studio every day. is it really so surprising that i wanted to come home, to my own house, and just spend the night there?”
something inside you just snaps, and your next words shoot from your lips like bullets. “no, i fucking know the feeling, ross,” you glare at him when he turns to look at you, slight shock on his face at your sudden aggression. “66 hours i've worked, this week, across five days, and at the end of every single one of them i've wanted nothing more than to go straight home to my flat and collapse onto my bed. but d'you know what i've done instead?” you laugh, manic. “i've driven here and stayed with you, because i thought that even if we couldn't spend time together properly, at least we were with each other in some way. and you can't even be nice about the fact i wanted to do something special for us tonight. because, yeah, i was thinking about us when i did it.”
ross looks at you for a second, then shrugs. “well, i didn't ask you to do any of it.”
you nod, biting your trembling lip. “right,” you squeeze past him, picking up your handbag from the console table. tears prick at your eyes as you open the front door. “enjoy your fucking pizza, then.”
a sob escapes your lips as the door slams behind you, tears hitting off the steps as you hurry down them towards your car. with shaking hands, you rifle through your bag to find your keys, unlocking the door and climbing inside so you can cry in peace and figure out where to go. you half-expect ross to follow you, knock on the window, apologise… but nothing. the front door stays closed. even the blinds in the front room don’t move.
you're tempted to wait to see how long it would take him to come after you. but it's not a great look for you to be sitting outside his house in tears, and - to be honest - you don't really want to see him right now, anyway. you need to go somewhere. not your flat, because that's the first place he'd look for you - if he even decides to bother, that is. no. you need to go somewhere else, be with other people, people who love you. but not your bandmates, because that would be ross's next point of call.
and then, it hits you - gabbriette. you scroll through your contacts until you find her number, and hit call; what you don't expect, however, is for her boyfriend to answer. “hi, darling!”
“oh, hi, matty,” you sniffle. “did i dial you? i thought i'd called gabs.”
“no, you did, she just got me to answer because she’s making dinner,” he replies, his girlfriend audibly yelling in greeting in the background. “speaking of dinner… i thought you and ross were meant to be out right now? everything alright?”
you don't say anything in response, just burst into tears down the phone. matty sighs. “oh, fuck. come over, darling. i'll open the wine now.”
“thank you,” you say between sobs. “i'll see you in a bit.”
when you get to his house twenty minutes later, you reckon the two of them must have been standing at the door waiting for you; as soon as you ring the bell, it opens, and you're enveloped into a group hug so tight you can't tell who's who.
matty kisses your head when the hug ends. “just wanna say,” he begins, passing you a ridiculously large glass of red wine. “that while ross is my best friend, he will hear nothing of what's about to be said tonight. so… yeah. rip him to shreds.”
“oh, i intend to,” gabbriette squeezes your hand. “he came home to you looking like that and he didn't wanna go out with you? stupid boy.”
you wince. “gabs…”
“sorry, sorry. but i'm right,” she turns to matty. “don’t you think, baby?”
he nods. “he's an idiot,” something beeps in the kitchen, and gabbriette squeaks and runs towards it. matty puts an arm around you. “come on. we'll have a seat, and you can tell us everything.”
“okay.”
and you do just that, settled next to matty on the kitchen counter so gabs can hear and react while she cooks; you aren't quite sure you'd be able to make it through reliving the argument without the plates of focaccia she keeps laying on your lap, to be honest. anyway - both of them react quite accordingly to your story, dropped jaws and wide eyes and utterances of “he said that?” punctuating your words.
matty shakes his head when you finish talking, putting a hand on top of yours in a brotherly way. “i'm sorry, darling. he can be a moody bastard at times, i know, but that's… that's awful.”
“i get that he's tired and he didn't want to go out,” you sigh, taking a drink of your wine. “but he didn't need to make me feel like a stupid bitch for suggesting it,” you well up again. “and now i don't know where i am with him.”
“oh, baby,” gabbriette runs over to kiss your hair and hug you. “listen, you'll stay here tonight - we'll have a good time, talk shit, have some wine, and then we can figure your love life out tomorrow. cool?”
you look between the two of them, nervous. “i don't want to intrude…”
“oi, none of that,” matty squeezes your hand. “what kind of brother would i be if i didn't take of my little sister?”
“love you, mate,” you hug him, then turn to gabs. “both of you.”
“and we love you,” she kisses your cheek. “me more than him. seriously, i love you so much.”
matty laughs. “she’s right, actually,” he says to you. “came home raving about the sneak peek of the album she got yesterday,” he looks at you pointedly.
you roll your eyes. “fine, i'll tell you about it.”
“fuck yeah!”
you're still telling them all about the album and its processes when ross makes contact, almost two hours after you left his house. matty's phone rings, the contact photo (an old selfie of the two boys) visible to all three of you; the atmosphere changes from buzzy to sombre when you see it.
matty looks at you. “i don't have to answer it if you don't want me to.”
you look at the buzzing phone, the picture of your boyfriend on the screen filling you with a weird mix of emotion. “no, it's ok.”
“you sure?”
you nod. “if he asks where i am, you can tell him,” you murmur, looking at the floor. “i don't want him to worry.”
“right, darling,” matty takes your hand, and picks up his phone with the other. “alright, mate?”
gabbriette hugs you as ross speaks, inaudible to you; you're thankful for her support, because your stomach's in knots waiting for matty to reply. his eyes flick to yours, nervous. “yeah, she’s here,” he says, squeezing your hand. “she’s alright now, but… she really wasn't when she first arrived. surprised she managed to drive here, to be honest - that's how upset she was.”
you chew your bottom lip as ross says something else. matty quirks his eyebrows. “depends if your girlfriend wants to see you or not, mate.”
gabbriette squeezes you tighter. you shrug, and mouth “need to get it over with anyway”; matty grimaces, and relays the message to your boyfriend. “she's not opposed. but,” he shifts in his seat. “don't expect a warm welcome. that includes from me, too - it's none of my business, and i love you, but seeing my friend cry like that was fucking heartbreaking. i can't believe you could be so cruel.”
god, you love your friends.
you smile as matty wraps up the call. “yeah, i can imagine you feel awful about it; i'd be worried if you weren't. and yeah, i'll tell her, alright?” he gives you a thumbs up. “see you soon.”
“he's on his way?” you ask once the call ends.
“he went to yours. freaked out when you weren't there. so, he'll be here in five,” matty looks at you tentatively. “and i've to tell you he's extremely sorry and also that he loves you more than anything and finally that he’s a cunt for what he said.”
“i coulda fuckin told you that last bit,” gabbriette mutters. she smiles at you, though. “but the other bits are, you know, promising.”
“yeah,” you murmur. “shall we go and wait for him, then?”
she kisses your cheek. “if that's what you want, sure.”
true to his word, ross knocks the door five minutes later; you sit on the stairs in the hallway, gabs in front of you protectively (at her insistence), while matty answers. “hi.”
“alright?” ross's face isn’t properly visible from the angle you're at, but you can hear from the scratchiness of his voice that he's been crying. it hurts you to think about that. “can i come in?”
matty nods, stepping back to let him in. ross follows, an awkward dance, and immediately sees you. his face crumples. “hi, love.”
you wave. you're not sure if you can speak.
ross looks at gabs. “can i, um, talk to my girlfriend alone for a second?”
she turns to you. “you cool with that?”
you nod. she kisses your cheek and stands, staring ross down as she walks over to matty and they leave the room. once they've gone, ross flinches. “has she always been so scary?”
“you would be exactly the same way if she hurt matty,” your voice is hoarse, your crying just as obvious as your boyfriend's.
“yeah, s'pose,” ross takes a tentative few steps towards you, gesturing towards the stairs. “can i sit?”
“mhmm.”
“thanks,” he takes a seat on a step a few down from you, turning so he can talk to you properly. “i'm sorry, love, i really am. and i don't really have an excuse for being such a dickhead, other than tiredness, which isn't even an excuse because you've been more exhausted than i am and you still made the effort to do something nice for both of us,” he takes a shaky breath. “you look beautiful, by the way, even now; slightly off-topic, i know, but i just had to say it.”
“thanks,” you say quietly, picking at your cuticles. “thought you'd like this dress.”
“i love it,” ross smiles sadly. “i love you. and the fact that i hurt you… i feel fucking terrible about it,” his lip trembles. “i love you more than anything, or anyone, and i don't want to lose you. the thought of it fucking terrifies me, and,” he begins to cry, and your heart aches. “i worry that i'm not enough for you. i worry that i don't do enough for you, take you out enough. i worry that you'll get bored of me, bored of making all the effort, bored of sitting at home watching football or films, and one day you'll just leave me.”
what?
“oh, ross,” your heart shatters, and you scooch down to sit next to him and hug him.
“m'sorry, i know i'm the one in the wrong, but i have to be honest,” he cries into you. “when you said you wanted to go out instead of stay in, i freaked that i was boring you. and then when you brought up staying at mine instead of yours…”
“you thought it was me saying i was fed up.”
“yeah.”
“oh, baby,” you start to cry, too. “no. it was me just being pissed about you trying to say i didn't know the feeling of wanting to go home when you're tired. i didn't mean it in any other way, honest.”
“no, i know, my love. i was just scared.”
“why, though?” you look him in the eye. “you're the love of my life, ross. you're more than enough for me - everything i need, and more.”
he sniffles. “did you mean to quote beyoncé there, or…?”
“well, no, but it was apt,” you giggle, stroking his dimples when he smiles. “look, i was hurt by the way you reacted to me - an ‘oh, that's nice, love, but could we go out tomorrow night instead?’ wouldn't have gone amiss. but,” you kiss his nose. “i accept your apology, and i love you and our relationship very much, just as they are. just don't ever fucking treat me like that again, alright?”
“i promise you i won't, love,” ross kisses your nose in return. “i love you. and i'm sorry i was a grumpy shit about dinner, because i'm fucking starving now.”
you laugh, kissing his neck. “i reckon gabs has got us covered there. but if not,” you grin. “we can always get a pizza.”
“you're never letting me live that one down, are you?”
“not a fucking chance.”
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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year
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write it down in a calendar - george russell
george russell social media au - george x f!reader
warnings: swearing, immature jokes
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ynofficial: snow on the beach, weird, but fuckin beautiful
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landonorris: what is this who is that
ynofficial: ur mum
landonorris: how mature
charlesleclerc: do i know this person
georgerussell63: i would also like to ask that question
ynofficial: maybe how am i supposed to know who you know or don't know??????
mickschumacher: 👀
ynofficial: shh
alex_albon: mick tell us what you know right now
mickschumacher: i've been sworn to secrecy
landonorris: i'll pay you
mickschumacher: i'm loyal to y/n but i won't say no i need the tips
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georgerussell: i'll stick to skiing
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alex_albon: wtf is happening rn
alex_ albon: i didn't even know you met someone!!!!
landonorris: yes we are feeling #veryleftout
charlesleclerc: insufferable posh boy
lilymhe: oh no george you got charles using big english words
georgerussell63: oh fuck
mickschumacher: i only know 1 person who knows how to snowboard apart from me
landonorris: MICK ISTG STOP BEING SO CRYPTIC
danielricciardo: you guys are so dumb (respectfully)
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ynofficial: boom bitches
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alex_albon: GEOERGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
landororris: GEORGE YOU TRAITOR YOU HAD US THINKING IT WAS MICK
mickschumacher: what no i have my own girlfriend and y/n told me because we’ve known each other for ages 😭
landonorris: george russell the type of person to lie to his friends about his girlfriend
alex_albon: george russell the kind of guy to commit to arsefoolery to deceive his friends
georgerussell63: but it was funny
alex_albon: george russell the kind of guy to lie to his friends and find it funny
danielricciardo: george russell the kind of guy to tell me he was in a relationship before albono and lando
georgerussell63: thanks mate
alex_albon: YOU TOLD DANIEL AND NOT ME
georgerussell63: HE WALKED IN ON US OK IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL
charlesleclerc: george russell the kind of guy to pose for every 'candid' photo ever taken of him
ynofficial: he looks accidentally gorgeous though, right???
charlesleclerc: not as gorgeous as me
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georgerussell63: happy four years to my best girl
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alex_albon: back tf up FOUR YEARS
landonorris: your name is in the list in red and underlined russell
charlesleclerc: FOUR YEARS???? i mean congrats i guess
ynofficial: nah he's just joking it's only 2 years and it's not even our anniversary
alex_albon: still: WHAT
danielricciardo: but i caught you guys 3 years ago?
georgerussell63: 3? you sure?
danielricciardo: positive
lewishamilton: how do you forget how long you've been dating? the number one rule of relationships is to write it down in a calendar
georgerussell63: i honestly have no idea
ynsibling: you guys actually met when you were 7, mum said she went to uni with george's dad and we used to have playdates as kids, i just texted her now...
ynofficial: wtf
georgerussell63: wtf
alex_albon: so you don't actually know how long you've been dating OR how long you've known each other???? karma really is my boyfriend
mickschumacher: i have a picture of you guys from when george was still in f2 and you guys were TOGETHER together iyk what i mean...
ynofficial: wait i think that was before we broke up the first time charlesleclerc: the FIRST time????
georgerussell63: i thought we broke up in my first year in f1?
danielricciardo: george was in f2 four fucking years ago guys get a grip, you're practically a married couple at this rate
ynofficial: actually...
charlesleclerc: i'm logging off, someone knock on my door when this is sorted out
landonorris: omg we all went to vegas two years ago...
georgerussell63: i just found the marriage certificate lmao
mickschumacher: lmao????? LMAO????? YOU'RE DISASTERS, BOTH OF YOU!!!!!
fan1: they should both be investigated for being criminally confused
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estebanocon: are you guys even living together?
ynofficial: yes and no but also maybe not so idk
estebanocon: what are you certain of?
georgerussell63: our love lol (i'm panicking right now)
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georgerussell63 and ynofficial:
mini us when we were 7
we were 18 when we started dating which means it's six years instead of four (we're not counting the three months we broke up when we were 20)
we are NOT married (george found UNsigned marriage certificates) but we are GETTING married (we don't have any actual engagement photos because george did it in bed but you can have the makeshift ring because we haven't bought one yet)
to lewis: we don't know the exact date but it's somewhere in october of 2016 but the only date you need to worry about is the 18th August 2023 because that's when we're getting married for real
we're turning comments off because we're cowards
private message from: alex_albon
alex_albon: r u preggers too or is the sudden engagement enough? i feel like i don't know who you guys are. i think this is my villain origin story yk
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thegridgoddess · 9 months
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Prove It | Charles Leclerc Pt. 7
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One Shot | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Pairings: Charles Leclerc x fem!wolff!driver oc
Summary: Charles has a new teammate, but just because she's pretty doesn't mean he's gonna make things easy for her.
Warnings: Enemies to lovers, angsty Charles, slow burn till it hits you in the face. Piningggg. George Russell best friend and ultimate mom energy, Lando Norris sibling energy, Pierre Gasly is the worst in this ngl, and Toto Wolff sucks here (not a good dad!). Also did I mention the angst? Remember that this is all purely fictional.
A/N: I kept my promise, didn't I? Also, you guys, it is so difficult to find George Russell pics where he is just NORMAL for these cover images. The man is either always in uniform or shirtless, there is no in between. Still love him though. Anyways, enjoy!
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The sun had already been shining brightly into her room hours well before Riley’s eyes finally cracked open. She sat up with a start and regretted the movement just as quickly. Her head was pounding, but not enough to distract her from the poor decisions made last night. One, by her own doing, the other, well… she had yet to see if it was actually a poor decision.
Kissing Charles was a mistake. She wanted to blame it on the drinks but she knew full well it was her own fault. She couldn’t help it, seeing him standing at her doorstep looking so… so… ugh. He tended to be ugh very often, she thought. 
It should have been fun and regrettable in a totally different way than it ended up being. None of her feelings toward the matter helped explain why Charles said what he did. Why did he have to say something so confusing? 
I don’t want it simple. I want all of it. 
What was that even supposed to mean for them exactly? Was she supposed to suddenly believe that Charles, the man who spent the better part of the season in opposition to her, wanted to be with her? Yeah, right. She’d have better chances of believing Pierre wanted commitment. 
At least that’s what she would think if she hadn’t heard the words come out of Pierre’s very mouth this morning during a much-needed distracting make-out session. 
He drew her back, looked her in the eyes, and said I wanna do this with you. Let’s do things the right way. 
It was absolutely insane is what it was. Had the world completely come off its axis? Charles is cryptic about a relationship with her, which is bizarre in its own right, but then Pierre did the same, which is equally bizarre if not more concerning. But maybe she was the crazy one for agreeing with Pierre.
She slammed back onto the bed with a frustrated sigh. She probably would have laid there until the end of time–packing be damned–if it wasn’t for the knock on her door. Hadn’t she had enough visitors at her door recently?
The frown on her face quickly fell away once she saw Lando standing there, water and ibuprofen in hand. 
“Thought you might be needing this,” he said, holding them out to her. “George fixed me up hours ago. He gave up on trying to wake you up though and left me in charge of resolving this state,” he gestured to all of her and her bird-nest mess of hair.
She stepped away from the door letting Lando in. “When will George learn to stop tasking people after my well-being? I am perfectly capable of handling myself on my own.” She popped the pills in her mouth and took a gulp of water to wash them down.
Lando had the decency not to disagree with her given the blatant mess she was standing in. He just gave her wide eyes and plopped onto her bed as if it were his own.
“Where is George anyway?” She asked him.
“He’s already off. Mercedes runs a tight schedule and all that.” Riley rolled her eyes, ever opposed to her father’s team. “But if you ask me the only tight-wound thing around here is him. The man has got to learn how to relax.”
“You’re not wrong about that my friend,” she said, pulling out her suitcase. “Anyway, what’s been going on with you? I’d rather not talk about myself right now.” She placed her suitcase on the bed next to Lando.
He gave a wistful sigh and laid back all the way, hands behind his head. “I was talking to this girl recently, but it didn’t go anywhere.”
Riley chuckled slightly. “Well, that might be because your idea of romance is sitting around eating McDonald’s in a hotel room.”
“Yeah, sure,” he said unconvinced, “like that’s a problem. You never minded when we did it.” 
“Yeah well, that’s because we’re friends and usually hungover when that happens.” She continued tossing clothes into her suitcase. She never had this many clothes to pack before she started going out with Lando and company. A noble sacrifice, she thought.
“Okay, let’s not pretend like you’re an expert in the romance department. I mean, seriously, Pierre?” He asked incredulously. “Come on, the guy is like a walking red flag.”
“Lando,” she chastised and threw a pillow at him, not wanting to have this conversation.
“What?!” He whined, easily catching the pillow and clutching it to his chest. “Not only does he generally seem douchey, but he calls himself ‘tripod’, you know? You have to have seen the video by now.”
“Lando,” she said, this time more playfully, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
“Oh god, no, please.” He looked mortified. “Don’t tell me. Please don’t tell me that was you.” He didn’t want to see her response, opting to bury his head in the pillow instead.
Riley laughed. “He’s not so bad, is he? I know it can seem that way sometimes, but he can actually be really sweet at times.” Lando peeked out from the pillow only to show a face of disgust, eyebrows scrunched up with a frown in tow.
“Sure, but like, isn’t he known to… sleep around?” He put out there lightly.
“Lando, it’s not cheating if we’re not together, which we are now anyway, so it’s not anything to worry about anymore.” She zipped up her suitcase and stood it up.
“Oh,” he said casually and then jolted up. “Oh! Pierre?! But you– But I thought– Ch–”
“You thought what?” Riley pressed a hand on her hip.
“Nothing,” he said tight-lipped, hands raised innocently.
“Now are you coming or what?” She asked, standing at the door. “Well, I guess it’s you I’m following anyway.”
“What, you don’t wanna take the Ferrari plane back with a certain someone?” Lando asked cheekily.
“Forget it,” she said exasperated. “I’m calling Pierre.” And she took her leave out the door.
“It’s still your first win!” Lando yelled out. “You should be celebrating with your team!”
When he didn’t get a response he whipped out his phone, hoping his call would go through. Lucky for him, either the flight landed, or Mercedes pulled out all of the stops for their flights and the drivers that took them. It was probably the latter.
“Hey, George. We have a problem.”
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The Imola race was canceled so Riley was able to make an early trip home. It had been far too long since she’d seen her Monegasque apartment, but that was to be expected with the job. The place was hardly home anyway. It was barely furnished with personal belongings and had the untouched look of being abandoned even well past Riley’s move-in date. 
It was nothing like her home back in America where her mom was. Unfortunately for her, that work commute was just impossible.
She set her suitcase and bags down on the floor. Pierre refused to carry them on the premise of not depriving Riley of a good workout. He claimed to still be a gentleman, however, as he held the door open for her.
“Welcome, I guess,” she said, heaving a little as she gestured around to her apartment. She had the distinct suspicion her suitcase was well over the weight limit for a commercial flight. She vowed to cut back on her packing next time though she had a bit of a reprieve since the next race was here.
“It’s cute,” Pierre said. “Very… nice,” was the word he opted for. Riley didn’t take any offense to it given that she actually didn’t care what Pierre thought about her apartment–she certainly didn’t.
Besides, after a long flight with company present, there was only one thing either of them had on their minds right now–and it did not involve her giving him an Architectural Digest-worthy tour of her home.
They were still standing in the entryway as Pierre picked Riley up and she locked her legs around him, planting a deep kiss on his lips. A light sound escaped from the back of her throat and she momentarily got enough clarity to pull away for a moment.
“Hold on,” she said, hopping off Pierre. He gave her a look of either disappointment or frustration, Riley wasn’t sure which. “Let me go make sure my room isn’t a mess or anything.”
“You think I care whether you have clothes on your bed or not? That wouldn’t stop me, Riley,” he said, hooking a finger under her chin to make her look up at him. 
She gave him a quick kiss and pulled away. “Trust me when I tell you, it most definitely would.” Pierre chuckled as she walked further into the apartment.
She walked into a hall and tugged open her bedroom door. The shriek she let out was not due to her bedroom reaching concerning levels of disorganization, in fact, it wasn’t messy at all. No, her shriek was due to the man standing in her way. 
The tall Brit stared at her, arms crossed, with daggers in his eyes. George Russell was a force to be reckoned with whenever he was crossed with anyone. Riley would know best–the day she made fun of PowerPoint was one she’d never soon forget. So many nightmares about graphs, she shuddered at the thought. Glares from George were their own form of capital punishment. 
“You know, on second thought Pierre,” she said, running out to intercept him in the hall. “It’s been a long flight and I’m actually really tired and want to sleep. Some real sleep,” she added seeing the smirk Pierre gave her. “And by that I mean I sleep here and you sleep in your fancy hotel.”
Pierre gave her a long look before finally sighing and giving in. “Alright, fine,” he said. “But just know that I’m beginning to believe you store bodies in there.”
“What?!” She laughed, hoping it didn’t sound too forced. “No bodies in there. So silly,” she forced herself to cough out. “Okay! See you later! Bye!” She said all at once, closing and locking the door after Pierre.
After a moment of heavy breathing, she yelled out, “What the hell, Russell?!”
“You what the hell?!” he said in retort and almost magically appeared before her. Seriously, George in a mood was not to be messed with. “Pierre?! I don’t even have time to go into all of the reasons why that is a horrid idea. Horrid!”
“Oh, what? Didn’t have time to make the PowerPoint just yet?” Riley couldn’t help herself, but that didn’t stop her from wincing at the cutthroat glare George threw her. “I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions, George!”
“Well obviously! They’re just really bad ones!” he threw his arms up. He paused for a moment, his tone growing softer. “Come on, Riley. This isn’t you. What’s going on?”
“Nothing is going on!” She claimed. “Can’t I just have fun? Don’t I deserve fun?”
“Of course you do, Riles,” George said, caressing one of Riley’s arms in a comforting way. “It just seems like you’re setting yourself up to be hurt, and we care about you, that’s all.”
“We?” Riley pressed on. “Don’t tell me Lando is going to pop out of a closet somewhere.”
“No, no closets,” George laughed, “but he did give me a call concerning enough that made me decide to hop on a plane to Monaco instead of London where I should be,” he said more seriously. “So come on, Riley. You know you can talk to me.”
“Ughhh, fine,” she growled, trudging all the way to her couch and promptly plopping down. There was no getting rid of George once he decided to talk–especially when it comes to feelings. No bottling up anything where he was concerned. 
“I talked to Toto,” she admitted. George furrowed his brows in confusion or shock, or maybe a bit of both. She continued on. “It was right after I won in Miami. I went to go see him because I stupidly got it into my head that maybe this time he would care. Maybe this time he would look at me and finally see something worth looking at.”
George gave her a pained expression, but he didn’t interrupt. “He wouldn’t even look at me. He was more upset that his drivers didn’t win than proud that it was his daughter who did.” She didn’t even notice the tears slipping from her eyes down her cheek until George was wiping them away.
It was a long moment before either of them said anything again. “Yeah, well, he’s a bit of a prat anyway.” Through her tears, Riley couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you just call my father, your team principal, a ‘prat’?”
“Yes,” he said, standing tall and proud. “I’ve quite taken to calling people prats, I’ll have you know. It really gets through to them I think.” 
Riley gave a full-bellied laugh at the faraway look George got in his eyes as if seriously contemplating the matter. “Oh, George. What would I do without you?”
“I don’t know for sure,” he started. “But I think you’d be a lot more prat-like.” They both laughed at that.
“You’re right about Pierre,” Riley admitted with a heavy sigh. “I’m just with him because it’s fun and easy.”
“Oh thank god, so you don’t love him,” George breathed out in relief more to himself than to Riley.
“What? Love him? George, are you feeling alright?” Riley made a show of putting her hand on his forehead. “Besides, I think it annoys Charles and that’s always fun.”
The next voice who speaks almost gave Riley a heart attack. “Annoys? I think anguish, torment, is more of the ballpark you should be in,” Lando says, popping out of the half-bathroom by the living room.
“Oh my god!” She says smacking George on the back of his head. “You said he wasn’t hiding around here!”
“No, I said he wasn’t hiding in a closet,” George said as if the point merited value.
“We are all going to have a conversation about privacy and consent in the very near future,” Riley huffed, embracing Lando after also giving him the same loving treatment she just gave to George.
“Hey!” Lando cried out, caressing the back of his head. “I’m not the one cruelly punishing the guy who loves me.”
George stared at him with wide eyes, gaping, but Riley merely waved it off, not taking him seriously. “Pierre doesn't love me,” Riley said plainly.
“I wasn’t talking about Pierre. Ow!” This time it was George who hit Lando upside the head.
“What are you talking about?” Riley asked, growing curious.
“Oh nothing, just that Ch–” 
“How do you even know about that?!” George stopped Lando before he could say any further. “I didn’t even tell you!”
“Mate, you didn’t have to,” Lando said with an all-knowing aura about him. “I was right there.”
“No, you weren’t!” George said incredulously, seriously rethinking his choice of friends.
“Uh, yeah I was,” Lando said. “I was literally sitting on your other side. And frankly, I think it’s quite rude that neither you nor Charles said hello.”
George was left speechless, rethinking his entire life now, but next to him, so was Riley.
“Charles?! You think Charles is in love with me?! That’s– Well that’s just–” Riley started.
“Honey, I don’t ‘think’ I know. I know so,” Lando corrected. “He said it himself. Tell her George.”
Riley looked to George for clarification, but the other Brit was staring at the floor as if there was something of interest to find in the wood.
“Have you all gone insane?” She cried out. “There’s no way that Charles–my teammate who hated me not that long ago–is all of a sudden in love with me.”
“George, back me up here,” he nudged the other boy, but George just glared at Lando ruefully.
“You guys talked with him about this?” Riley asked in disbelief.
“What happened to privacy and consent, Riley?” George pleaded apologetically, but it was all the confirmation Riley needed.
“We’re talking about the same Charles, right? Last name: Leclerc, also hotter than the sun itself?” Riley was losing it.
“Yup. The one and the same,” Lando nodded helpfully.
“Oh dear,” Riley said, putting her head in her hands.
“Oh dear indeed,” George said supportingly, rubbing his temples to fight off an oncoming headache.
“What’s the big deal, you guys?” Lando asked nonchalantly. “It needed to be said. We can’t risk you falling in love with Pierre after all.”
“And you choose now to tell me?” Riley gave her own look of exasperation at Lando.
“Well I wasn’t going to say anything, but now that we know the whole Pierre thing isn’t real, it means Charles has a shot. And honestly, it breaks my heart thinking about how he must be feeling right now.” Lando had the audacity to start actually getting choked up.
“Out, both of you!” Riley yelled at them. She needed time to think, alone.
Lando headed for the door in an instant.
“Actually, Riley, I was hoping I could crash with you since…” George trailed off at the face Riley was making. “Right! Lando, let’s go to yours, yeah?”
Lando nodded frantically and the two all but ran out of her apartment. 
How could any of this be true? She began to spiral in her thoughts on the couch. This didn’t mean things had to change. In fact, she didn’t have to do anything about this information. These were Charles’ feelings, she wasn’t obligated to react to his emotions.
Except that there was a twisting feeling in her stomach she didn’t know what to do about. Even though she didn’t have to do anything about it, maybe she still wanted to.
No. No. What about Pierre? She had him to think about. They were together now and it wouldn’t be fair of her to break things off without even giving him a proper chance. He deserved that much at least before she went to sort things out with his best friend.
Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. Pierre. All she had to focus on was her relationship with Pierre.
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writerbuddha · 1 year
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I also wanted to explore the spiritual aspect of the Jedi as much as I could, so I asked for guidance in that area. George [Lucas] replied with the cryptic note, "Look to Buddha."
- Tom Veitch, Star Wars Galaxy Magazine 13, 1997
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st4rryfics · 9 months
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hc' for how dteam would reveal you're relationship (seperate), also I love ur work 🫶🫶
hello! thank you <333
relationship reveal hc's - sfw
cc!dtk x gn!reader | cc!jschlatt x gn!reader
dream
you guys would be flirting for months in front of viewers both in person and online
maybe some people would catch you guys out in public together which would lead to even more speculation
he would definitely milk it though lol. hinting and teasing his fans
then one day i think he would just confirm everyone's suspicions with a social media post
he'd post a pic of either just you or both of you together with him kissing your cheek or something and caption it "(your ship name) is real"
george
leading up to launching y'alls relationship he'd hint at it and make some comments about how he feels about you, but he wouldn't make as big of a deal about it as dream would
getting donos while on stream asking about how he feels about you "'how do i feel about y/n?' they're pretty cool i like them, i guess" and he'd be all smiley and giggly about it. chat would go Crazy.
"guys they're just a friend" he would say with his face all red
posting pics of you on his sc but they're usually unflattering and could easily be passed off as platonic
revealing it also with a social media post but it's another bad picture of you and it's captioned "my partner/gf/bf or something"
sapnap
he'd talk about you a little bit on stream and people would have their theories but the lead up would probably be a little bit more lowkey than dream and george
you'd make a few appearances on his socials and/or stream and everyone would be like ???? who is this ????
he'd drop hints by talking/posting about you very vaguely on twitter. he'd post pictures of another person on what looks like a date or he'd tweet really cryptic stuff like "<3" and your initial or something
when he finally does reveal it, i like to imagine that he does something really simple like add your initials to his bio with a little lock emoji next to it <33 and then when people are like WHATTTT he would just respond to people tweeting at him basically confirming your relationship!
karl
the time leading up to the reveal is so cute adsjfh
he always gets so smiley and giggly when people ask about you
he wouldn't deny it but he also wouldn't confirm it at first. he'd probably kinda dance around it or just be like "i dont know what you're talking about :3"
when he does reveal though, he'd either reveal on stream or in a video titled "meet my partner/bf/gf!"
jschlatt
i feel like he wouldn't talk too too much about it. you would probably come up at first through a stream where he's playing a game like powerwash sim or truck driving sim and he's answering a question about his love life
"there is someone i'm kinda talking to, but i'm not going to bore you with that kinda stuff" he'd say chuckling a bit as chat spams emotes and general confusion
after that i think he would drop a few more hints on twitter with some casual flirting with you, but stuff that could easily be passed off as a joke
i think he would reveal it the same way it first came up: during a stream. someone would send another dono asking about y'alls relationship and he'd be like "oh yeah i forgot to tell you guys. we're dating" and then laughing at everyones reaction.
"what you guys didn't know?"
and then posting a pic of you guys together confirming it for everyone
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Everyone’s jumping Dream for it but his part about non verbal consent is right, it’s the factor of her being drunk that everyones so focused on, but George was also drunk and not responsibly thinking. Besides that, what they were doing didn’t actually need consent because by my knowledge it wasn’t sexual in nature. (And while people do sometimes ask consent for nonsexual touching, it doesn’t mean it’s required, and it’s typically towards people you can tell are uncomfortable with touch — and those people, like myself, aren’t living with the expectation that every time someone touches me, they’re going to ask explicit permission. Plus, she didn’t give the impression she wasn’t okay with touch.) How people are parading around “drunk people can’t consent” misrepresents the situation and lowkey sickens me because that phrase is almost always used in a much more serious context, and it makes this appear so much more differently than it actually is. It’s also implying that he also wasn’t drunk? Both of them were drunk, both of them weren’t thinking properly, no one could tell she was uncomfortable — because IIRC she wasn’t, it was after that she reflected and became uncomfortable — and her friends weren’t watching over her. Language is so important and something like this has to be displayed as what it is. Worsening it is unnecessary. Either way I am absolutely sure this was a situation twisted by her awful friends and I feel so terrible for her.
They're making it as vague as absolutely possible on purpose. drunk people can't consent means any drunk party. and usually is said in the instance of you being sober and getting someone drunk to take advantage of them. They are trying to make an uncomfortable situation of over familiarity into rape. like I'll just say it they want to be as unclear as possible so it spreads on twitter and the narrative becomes that he forced himself on a drunk teenager at a party. Which is essentially what Harry randomly claimed that Dream did and everyone was like wtf is wrong with you. That's the point of their cryptic ass hyperbolic language.
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Hidden affections - Joe Liebgott
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The tension between Joe Liebgott and Y/N during basic training was palpable, their constant bickering earning them a reputation as the pair who couldn't stand each other. Yet, hidden beneath the surface, there was a strange connection that bound them together.
One evening at the bar, the air was thick with the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and the low hum of conversations.
She found herself watching Him from across the room, despite the tension that existed between them. His animated conversations with friends drew her attention, inadvertently coaxing a smile from her.
As she observed, George Luz snuck up behind her, curiosity etched on his face. "Who are you smiling at?" he asked, a playful tone in his voice.
However, his smile quickly faded and his expression shifted from playful to concerned as he followed her gaze to Joe Liebgott.
"Really? " George scoffed, looking at her like a disappointed parent "Liebgott?, after the way he acts around you?"
"It's complicated Luz" she replied, taking another sip of her beer.
Luz raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Complicated? That's one way to describe it. I mean, he acts like he can't stand you half the time."
She sighed, her gaze lingering on Joe as he laughed at something Talbert had said. "Yeah, well, maybe it's his way of dealing with things. Doesn't mean there's not something else there."
George smirked, leaning against the bar. "You're telling me there's something more to Liebgott than meets the eye? Colour me intrigued."
Chuckling she shook her head. "You wouldn't understand, Luz. It's like we're constantly at odds, but when it comes down to it, he's got my back. And I've got his."
George gave her a skeptical look. "Got his back? More like got each other's throats."
"Trust me, Luz, i know there's a lot more to Joe Liebgott than what he shows. " she replied cryptically, swirling her beer in her glass.
George sighed, "Well, just be careful. Liebgott's a complicated guy, and complicated usually means trouble."
She nodded in acknowledgment, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I can handle a little trouble."
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Liebgott sat at a nearby table, the conversation he was engrossed in had become irrelevant as his ear pricked up at the mention of Y/N's name from the table behind him , overhearing Roy Cobb, a fellow paratrooper, running his mouth about her to a group of new replacements.
"Y/n? Oh, you mean Easy Company's little sweetheart," Cobb remarked with a mocking tone, eliciting a few chuckles from the newcomers. "she's just a liability. She should've never shown her face in easy company! My bet is she's been playing the commander, putting on a show of competence that's going to get someone killed. Sobel should've gotten rid of her a long time ago."
Anger flared in Joe's eyes as he clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as Cobb continued to tarnish her name.
"And have you seen her? No wonder she hasn't found a man yet. Who would want to be with someone like her? It's not surprising she's still single; she's probably too busy ruining missions to care about settling down."
Unable to contain himself any longer, Joe jumped up from his table and approached Cobb's group with a scowl on his face.
"What the fuck did you just say about her?" Joe sneered at Cobb, who tried to laugh it off and reason with him. "Come on, Joe, you know what she's like – my bet is she's had half the company now-"
Before Cobb could finish his sentence, Joe's fist connected with his face, sending him sprawling to the floor. The commotion drew the attention of the entire bar, and the rest of Easy Company rushed to stop the impending fight.
She and Luz watched, exchanging puzzled glances. "What was that about?" She asked, concern furrowing her brow.
George shook his head. "I don't know, but Liebgott looks pissed."
As the men of Easy Company pulled Joe away from the scene, Cobb nursed his bleeding nose and shot a glare in her direction. She met his gaze with a cold intensity, her eyes daring him to say another word.
Joe, still seething, was restrained by his comrades. "You talk about her again, and I'll do more than just break your nose," he spat at Cobb, the words laced with a dangerous edge.
The bar returned to its uneasy quiet, the rumours quashed by the unexpected confrontation. Joe may have acted on impulse, but his protective instinct for her had been laid bare for everyone to see.
She watched as Joe stormed out of the bar in a huff, cursing under his breath. She placed her empty pint glass on the table in front of her and felt a sense of urgency to follow him. "Hey, where are you going?" George called out, walking back to the bar - no doubt to get another drink.
"Don't worry about it," she mumbled back, not wanting to explain as she made a beeline for the door Joe had just stormed out of. Once outside, the cold air hit her like a thousand tiny needles, causing her to shiver. Walking a few steps away from the door, she scanned the darkening area, the sun just starting to set, painting the sky with an orangey-red hue.
Her eyes fell upon Joe, leaning against one of the nearer barracks, smoking a cigarette. She took a deep breath and began walking towards him, the stones crunching under her shoes catching Joe's attention almost immediately , his jaw tightening in response.
"What are you doing out here?" Joe asked, stubbing out his cigarette. Ignoring Joe's question, She confronted him,
"What the hell was that back there?"
"Never you mind," Joe replied dismissively.
"Joseph Liebgott, I will mind. You punched a fellow paratrooper in the face!" Her tone carried a mix of disbelief and frustration, feeling as if she was scolding a schoolboy.
"Cobb said some shit that wasn't true, and I hit him – no big deal," Joe responded, trying to downplay the situation.
"What did he say, Joe?" She pressed, her voice rising a little.
"Damn it, Y/n, what is this, 21 questions?"
"Liebgott, tell me what he said!" She insisted, her frustration evident.
Joe sighed pushing off the barracks wall and walked over to her, the distance between them closing until they were almost nose to nose , his breath fanning her face, the smell of the recent cigarette lingering in the air.
Joe's gaze softened, and he let out a heavy sigh. "Look, I might not always show it, but I don't like hearing lies about people I... care about," he admitted gruffly, avoiding direct eye contact.
Her expression softened in return. "Care about? Liebgott, you're not known for being the sentimental type. Why would you care about what Cobb says about me?"
Joe hesitated for a moment, his jaw clenching. "I hate to admit it, but... I don't like the idea of anyone talking crap about you. Especially when it's a load of bullshit."
Her eyes widened, surprised by his admission. "Joe Liebgott, did you just say something vaguely nice about me?"
He scoffed, trying to deflect. "Don't get used to it. I just... I don't know, I just don't like people thinking less of you because of some idiot's lies."
A small smile played on her lips. "Well, I appreciate that, Joe. It's strange, you know? Despite all the bickering, I never thought you'd... care."
Joe mumbled something incoherent, avoiding her gaze. The tension between them lingered, the unspoken words hanging in the cold air. , Feeling a mix of emotions, She took a step closer to Joe.
"I don't hate you, Y/n. I might not show it, but I..." Joe's gruff words trailed off, and before he could finish, She closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her lips against his. It was a moment of unexpected intimacy, fuelled by the unspoken emotions they both struggled to express.
Breaking the kiss, Joe sighed, his forehead resting against hers. "I hate to admit it, but I... I like you, a lot."
She looked at him, a mix of surprise and a small smile playing on her lips. "Well, that's something," she said, a teasing glint in her eyes.
Joe rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a smirk. "Yeah, yeah, don't get used to it."
As they stood there, the realisation of the unexpected turn of events settled in. The tension that once hung between them had transformed into something different – something neither of them had anticipated.
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COLLECTION OF WORKS ... !
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this just happened — dad!pato o’ward
↳ wherein pato won the jackpot—twice.
baby reveal 📸 — dad!f1 drivers 🌟
↳ the drivers reveal their babies on instagram.
illicit affairs — george russell, mason mount
↳ wolff!reader finds herself in a forbidden love situation.
low, low, lowkey — bf!f2/indycar drivers 🫀
↳ f2/indycar drivers post their private but not secret partners.
lips of an angel — ex-bf!mason mount
↳ maybe wolff!reader never really moved on.
bf 🤝 gf — bf!pierre gasly 🌟
↳ pierre and singer!reader needs to think twice before posting on instagram.
dress — bf!jack doohan 🫀
↳ singer!reader shocks her fans when she reveals her relationship with a person her fans obviously didn’t expect, f2 driver, jack doohan.
babe — lando norris 🌟
↳ they started as strangers, became childhood best friends, became lovers, only to end up as strangers again (maybe).
right where you left lover girl — charles leclerc, ben chilwell 🫀🌟
↳ singer!reader is stuck in the past, until she gets the closure she needed from her ex.
mr lover — ben chilwell 🫀
↳ singer!reader’s life two years later, or the one where ben and y/n went from being dog parents to real parents. (right where you left lover girl sequel)
fine line — christian pulisic
↳ after finding out the secret you’ve been hiding for years, christian made it his mission to be with his own family and of course, to be with you despite your careers and other obstacles that’s keeping the both of you apart. things are moving too fast and it’s starting to worry you. but don’t worry—“we’ll be a fine line”.
storiesforpeanut — lando norris
↳ the one where people find lando’s virtual storybook for his daughter
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꒰ FORMULA ONE . ꒱
ʚ carlos sainz jr. ɞ
nothing yet !
ʚ charles leclerc ɞ
nothing yet !
ʚ daniel ricciardo ɞ
deez nuts
↳ husband!daniel, pregnancy cravings, (500 words, i think lol)
ʚ george russell ɞ
illicit affairs (with mason mount)
↳ angst, cheating
ʚ lando norris ɞ
ʚ mick schumacher ɞ
not me!
↳ fluff, dad!lando, comedy(?)
and then there were three 🫀
↳ fluff, new parents!au, cryptic pregnancy, childbirth, hospitals
ʚ pierre gasly ɞ
daisy, daisy
↳ fluff, pregnancy, mentions miscarriages, birth
꒰ OTHER DRIVERS (F2, INDYCAR, ETC.) . ꒱
ʚ clément novalak ɞ
nothing yet !
ʚ dennis hauger ɞ
nothing yet !
ʚ felipe drugovich ɞ
nothing yet !
ʚ marcus armstrong ɞ
nothing yet !
ʚ pato o’ward ɞ
nothing yet !
꒰ FOOTBALL . ꒱
ʚ mason mount ɞ
lips of an angel
↳ angst, mentions cheating
ʚ christian pulisic ɞ
easy on me 🫀
↳ angst, unplanned pregnancy, profanities, inaccurate description of mentioned places
ʚ ben chilwell ɞ
nothing yet !
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