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hungriestheidi · 1 month

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lesbian sebchal teammates for the au!!

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it <3

something happened to me while writing this (it shook me to my core because i want to write this one so badly). anyway, implied/referenced sex lol

“What does it mean to you to be Sebastian’s teammate?”

Charles looks across the couch, Sebastian’s gaze is focused on her. She’s so beautiful, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, ruddy cheeks, plush peach coloured lips. Charles takes a deep breath.

It’s easy to be starstruck in her presence. A trailblazer, the only woman to win a championship in Formula 1 and she did it times four and in a row. She is a force, a forest fire overtaking a house made of timber, she’s a hurricane and the storm at sea, and the call of the void, and the gaze of sirens and the poster Charles hung in her bedroom as a teenager, zealot tifosa overcome by the appreciation for this fierce woman in blue with a raging red bull stuck to her heart.

In many ways, she’s everything Charles isn’t. Rowdy, defiant, refusing to be subdued by PR and agendas. She walks into the UAE bearing a pride flag pin on her backpack and skechers branded with rainbows, walks into Hungary and holds her ground when people question her upholding these beliefs of equality. She is a stronghold, a menace, a PR nightmare, a scandal waiting to happen, a hotel room door taunting her from across the hall, a beer shared in the factory after they were done with testing in Fiorano and the car was fast, was responsive, was reliable.

Sebastian is everything Charles isn’t, flirty and a bit crass at times, makes jokes about tits and balls and sex like it’s no one’s business. She works hard to get Charles out of her shell, asks her about her karting accolades, tells her she followed her F2 season closely, said to the guys in Maranello ‘she’s the real deal’.

Charles had been a rosso corsa shade of red when Sebastian put a hand on the small of her back and said ‘you’ll blow them all away’ a year ago, when she took the Alfa Romeo seat hoping Ferrari would pick her up sometime in the future.

The blue in her eyes is so piercing, it pits you against your own sanity, do you avoid her gaze or do you keep letting it lure in into deep, uncertain waters? Sebastian had whispered in her ear, how Charles shone so bright in red, back in the party to wave goodbye to Kimi from Maranello. Charles had blushed the same shade of his midi dress, spread her legs gently when Sebastian pushed a thigh in between her knees, crowding her behind the closed door of some office deep in Gestione Sportiva. Sebastian wore a suit and a blazer, all black with the Ferrari logo like a brand over her heart.

Sebastian smiles at her, crows feet around her eyes deepening ever so slightly. She smiles in that gentle way it exudes of the care and affection she holds for this new teammate of hers, the one that could take her from the pedestal Ferrari had put her on in 2015. She smiles and she is exhausted, Charles can tell everything has taken a toll on her, the whispering of vicious voices around Maranello, la predestinata and so on.

But she’s beautiful like a dream and stubborn like the bull that gave her wings. She’s Sebastian and she is perfect and Charles is endlessly lost in her.

“It means a lot,” she ends up saying, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I can learn a lot from her, for sure.”

#lourdes tag #fic asks #sebchal #lesbian sebchal at that!!!!

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milflewis · 5 months

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22 + chalex for the prompt thing! 🫶🏻

22. hug

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 1: So. I am fucked. Surprise though! So you can stop all the tears — talking about you, Commander, the softy that you are - I am alive.]

—

Two weeks after NASA has declared Alex Albon dead and left on Mars, Charles writes to George. He sends it to Sebastian and makes him swear to get it to Lewis in the crew’s next info dump, who will give it to George.

He tells him about how Alex’s plants are doing, and about his shifts at the hospital, how he’s on night work now, with the shifts rotating over. He tells him about going to the beach and just standing there for hours, staring out at the water, until he could no longer feel his face from the cold. He tells that he’s more or less sleeping, that he’s going to work, that he’s eating. He tells him that he hopes they’re keeping safe and that he loves him.

He doesn’t talk about Alex. He doesn’t tell George he doesn’t blame him. He knows he’ll know. That he won’t need Charles to write the words.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 2: I think I've got this actually. Ignore yesterday. Getting stranded on Mars kinda messes with your head. I've got a plan and I'm feeling good about it! ]

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 2: Update. I do not got this. If I die, Charles, I demand a mourning period of at least eighty-three years. Please bury me under some nice flowers. Blue if you can.]

—

“Come back to me,” Charles says, arms tight around Alex’s neck, mouth pressed under his ear. He smells of shampoo and asphalt. His bony elbows are digging into Charles’s back.

“I’m going to make Mars my bitch,” Alex says, grinning, and Charles shoves him away with a laugh.

Alex catches his wrist with a warm hand. His palm is dry and calloused. “Charlie,” he starts, low and careful. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah.” Charles’s voice cracks. He tries again. “Yes, I know, of course, of course. Me too.”

Alex smiles, and it’s wonderful. Charles memorises the shape of it.

Down the line, with his back to the hoard of cameras, Commander Lewis Hamilton is pressing his mouth against his husband’s knuckles. Both of their eyes are closed.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 54]: Did you know that if you grow something somewhere that you've then colonised it? So, like, now that I've got my potatoes going does that mean I now own Mars? A win for the gays and the losers, motherfuckers!]

—

Toto swivels in his chair and looks out of the window to the sky beyond. Night is slipping in.

"What is it like?" he wonders. “Stuck up there. Alone. He does not know we know. What does that do?"

He looks at Niki. "I wonder what he is thinking right now."

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 61: How come Aquaman can control whales. They're mammals! Makes no sense.]

—

Some days, when he hasn’t had much sleep and the air warps and curls over on itself with heat, he sees Charles.

He’ll only ever be far off in the distance — too far for Alex to even see the details of his face, let alone touch him. He’d know the shape of those shoulders anywhere.

Alex waves to him sometimes. This dark blur on the horizon that just stands there and watches. He never waves back. The sun on Mars is unforgiving.

Alex wonders if he’s moisturising his hands. The latex exam gloves he has to wear for work always dry out his skin.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 76: I'm going to have to science the shit out of this. George, please don't use this as porn. I know how hot and bothered you get about me being all smart and sexy.]

—

George has, like, every sitcom ever downloaded in his personal storage. Alex works his way through them all. If he never hears another laugh track in his life he’d die happy.

Lewis’s music list is jam packed full of different genres. There is a surprising amount of The Beatles in there. Alex wouldn’t have guessed he was a fan of them.

Alex decides the music Lewis had made himself, all chords and notes and little words, is some of his favourites. It can be hard hearing other people speak at you and not being able to talk back.

Every book Valtteri had downloaded is in Finnish. Alex thinks he probably should’ve guessed that would be the case.

It turns out Finnish is very hard to learn, especially when the only words you’ve picked up are swears that you’ve heard Valtteri muttering under his breath before media duties.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 206: Finally got into contact with NASA because I am that bitch and I will be damned if I die here, and that is a promise. They won’t stop telling me what to do now though, so, like, it’s a give and take, I guess.]

—

The first thing Charles notices about Alex is that he has freckles all over his face but especially across his nose and cheeks. This feels very important.

The second thing he notices is that he is tall and his wrists are bony. Charles eyes the strip of skin where his MATHS IS SEXY top rides up. There is an equally tall man sitting in the booth beside him with a shirt that reads: NO ITS NOT.

The third thing he notices is that he is extremely drunk. His cheeks are flushed and he’s half falling over the table as he tries to explain something while laughing.

Charles probably falls in love right there if he’s being honest, even if he never gets the courage to go up and talk to him. Alex is the one who says hi, weeks later, asking him if he wants to play pool.

Charles doesn’t know how to play pool. He says yes anyway because he thinks it might make Alex smile. It does.

He keeps saying yes and Alex keeps smiling. They move together after college graduation.

Charles is coming off a double shift and he can’t feel his feet when Sebastian shows up to give him a ride home. He makes him tea when they get in. It’s a blend of something herbal and sweet like honey.

Sebastian tells him Alex is still alive as Charles breathes in the steam. He tells him that they left him behind on Mars. That it was an accident. That they’re figuring out how to get him home.

Alex is alive, Charles thinks. I’ll get to see Alex smile again, Charles thinks, and promptly bursts into tears.

—

[08:47] BUTTON: Good, keep us posted on any mechanical or electrical problems. By the way, the name of the probe we're sending you is Iris. You know, the one who rode the waves of heaven using the wind. I think she's also the chick with the rainbows.

[08:49] ALBON: Gay probe coming to save me. Got it.

—

I’m so glad it’s not me stuck up there, the navigational assistant tells him. He was the one who discovered Alex was still alive in the first place. He tells him he noticed the MAV moving. His name is Yuki.

Alex thinks he’s going to say he’d miss people or fresh fruit or Netflix or sex or something. Alex hasn’t had a mango in so long. He hasn’t had a blowjob in even longer. Some days he isn’t sure which is worse.

Yuki is very very funny.

Can you imagine only eating potatoes, he tells Alex. I would rather die dead and alone. And then: though I guess you would not have to imagine.

And then: the eating potatoes bit. sorry. you haven’t done the other one yet.

Alex laughs so much he rebreaks a only barely healed rib and NASA yells at them both. His calcium levels are very low.

—

[21:27] BUTTON: How are the crops affecting that number? As to your question: We haven't told the crew you're alive yet. We wanted them to concentrate on their own mission.

[21:30] ALBON: The crops are potatoes. I got them from the ones we were supposed to eat for Christmas. They're doing great but the available farmland isn't sustainable. I'll run out of food around SOL 900. Also. Fucking tell the crew I'm alive???? What the fuck is wrong with you????

[21:31] BUTTON: SOL 900 is great news. That'll give us time to get a supply mission to you. And I’ve been told to tell you to watch your language. Everything you type is being broadcasted around the world.

[21:32] ALBON: Look! A pair of boobs - > ( . Y . )

—

Dear Alex: Apparently, NASA is letting us talk to you now. And I drew the short straw. Sorry we left you behind on Mars.

But we just don't like you. You're sort of annoying. And you shed hair everywhere.

Also, it's a lot roomier on the Hermes without you. We have to take turns doing your tasks. But, I mean, it's only botany. It's not a real science.

How's Mars?

— George.

—

Alex stares up at the plain white ceiling of the HAB. The wind roars and rages outside and the Level Threw sandstorm shakes the walls. It holds. It always holds.

When he makes the journey to find the HAB of the HERMES TWO, he’ll be technically crossing international waters without any explicit permission from a governmental body. That makes him a pirate.

I’m going home, Alex thinks. And then: I can’t wait to tell Charlie that he’s married to a bad boy.

Alex runs a hand over his face. He’s even gotten the beard to go with it.

—

Dear George: Mars is fine. When I get lonely I think of that steamy night I spent with your mum.

How are things on Hermes? Cramped and claustrophobic? Yesterday I went outside and looked at the horizons. They really do go on forever.

— Alex.

—

"Thing is," Alex scrambles to say, mouth dry and sore. "I'm selfish. I want all the memorials back home to be just about me. I don't want the rest of you losers in any of them. I can't let you guys blow the VAL. Also, I'm the only one who is allowed to make Charlie cry. Them's the rules."

"Oh," Lewis says. "Well, I mean, if you won't let us — wait. Wait a minute, I think I see something on my shoulder patch here. Oh, right, yeah, it says I'm the Commander. So, you know, what I say goes. Shut the fuck up and sit tight. We're coming to get you."

Alex swallows — or tries to at least. His whole body aches. He thinks he broke a rib, or two. Or three. He wants to cry.

"Copy that, sir."

"We've got you, man." Lewis's voice is warm. Alex doesn't have to imagine his smile anymore. He's going to get to see it very soon.

—

Alex is all bone and mouth when Charles gets to see him again. He has lost so many of his freckles. He hugs him close, pressing his thumbs into the hinge of Alex's jaw. Alex bows and curls over him and Charles doesn't let either of them fall.

He tastes vaguely of salt and snot when Charles kisses him. Charles is crying.

Alex is smiling when he pulls away, arms tight around Charles' back. "Look at your face," he says softly. He's talking to himself.

"I'm here," Charles replies, louder than necessary. Alex blinks at him and his smile, impossibly, gets even bigger. Charles's stomach squirms.

"You're a mess," Alex teases him, running a hand through Charles' hair. Charles doesn't say anything about how his hands shake.

“You should stay here and take care of me then,” Charles says, and Alex closes his eyes, smushing his nose hard into the skull of Charles’s forehead. Charles digs his nails in.

Fuck you, Mars, Charles. Fuck you.

#i hope u like ! sorry it took so long ahajsjsksk writing is like pulling teeth recently #chalex #alex/charles #little fics #lourdes tag #the martian au #f1 rpf

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racingliners · 1 month

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5 + sebchal 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi!!! Sorry this took all day, I don't know how to write short things. Hope you enjoy! 💚

sebchal + "I guess you are right" - send me a prompt!

Charles had changed his mind no less than fifty times about whether or not he should have simply flown to Switzerland instead of driving all the way up from Monaco. He’d already spent a good sleepless night before he left weighing up the pros and cons – flying would definitely have gotten the whole thing over with whatever the outcome, but driving through the French countryside and most of Switzerland gave Charles the most time to try and prepare a speech.

(The quickest way would have been to drive to Milan and then go North, but Charles wanted all the extra seconds the universe could spare him).

He’d spent the night at a hotel in Geneva that he couldn’t remember anything about other than the luxury setting and soft sheets, Charles still wasn’t able to think about much other than his destination.

He and Seb still exchanged Christmas cards, and Charles cherished every single one, which was why he thankfully didn’t have to ask Mia to ask Britta for Sebastian’s address. Something that would have added an extra layer of embarrassment to what Charles was about to do, maybe to the point of talking himself out of it, but he was glad that the irrational part of his mind was still winning out as he threw his weekend bag into the boot of his car (not his custom Ferrari, but a rental white Audi. He wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible).

Charles had expected the weather to be nicer for the second week of August, but instead the air was cool and the sky a barely there grey as he set off on the next leg of his journey.

He didn’t realise that he was in love with Sebastian until their last race as teammates, and every day since he’d kept his feelings buried so deep down there would be moments Charles would almost forget they were there. But then he’d see an Aston Martin drive past him, or a butterfly hovering on a flower and they would come back to the surface almost ten time stronger.

And now that Sebastian only had nine races left in his F1 career, for better or worse Charles decided he had to go to Switzerland to finally tell him how he felt.

The sky darkened the further into Switzerland Charles drove, and by the time he was 20 kilometres past Bern thick heavy raindrops started to batter the windscreen. He briefly considered pulling over at a service station but there was a small fire in his chest telling him to keep going, to keep driving.

Even in the pouring rain, Switzerland was beautiful. The deep green forests, the towering mountains that put the ones in Monaco to shame, the deep blue lakes that looked so much like Sebastian’s eyes it was borderline unnerving. Charles knew from the handful of pictures Seb had shown him over the years why Seb called the country home. There was a split second where Charles felt like he might be able to call it home too, but he gripped his hands tighter round the steering wheel to snap himself out of it.

As the pit of his stomach kept telling him, there was no guarantee Sebastian would now or ever love Charles back.

He allowed himself ten minutes at a service station just outside Lucerne for an espresso and a pep talk. After all, how hard would it really be to tell an ex-teammate that Charles was so in love with him he felt like bursting into flames if they were stood too close together.

Back in the driver’s seat, Charles gently brushed his hands down his navy button up shirt before resting them in his lap, allowing himself one deep breath before starting the car again, and driving away.

The closer he got to Sebastian’s house the more his throat seemed to tighten, to the point where he almost couldn’t breathe when Charles finally turned off the motorway and the satnav told him he would be at his destination in five short kilometres.

At some point the intensity of the rain had decreased to a light drizzle, Charles barely noticed it as he stepped out of the car but that might have been because he was fixated on the very unassuming front door to Sebastian’s house.

It was a dark wood with black metal fixtures screwed into it, and a tiny square glass window near the top. Charles was tall enough to look through it but he couldn’t see anything, as the rain started to fall heavier once more.

His whole mouth felt dry to the point he wasn’t sure if he would be able to get a word out let alone a sentence, and he realised that he’d left his coat in the car but he couldn’t turn and get it now when he was so close. Instead Charles slowly curled his right hand into a fist, and he knocked his knuckles against the wood three times.

All Charles could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the ground.

What was he thinking?! He should have called first, or at least texted Seb back in Lucerne to see if he was at home. For all Charles’ luck Sebastian was back in Heppenheim visiting his family and friends, or on holiday somewhere with someone that wasn’t Charles.

Why did he drive all this way in the hope that Sebastian already loved him in return?

Charles forced down a large gulp and bit down on his lip as he took two small steps away from the door. He didn’t want to leave, but maybe he had to. Maybe he would be better off letting his dreams of Sebastian go, maybe it would be easier this way.

He had just moved his left foot to turn himself round when the door opened.

“Charles?” And there Seb was, his gorgeous blue eyes wide as he looked Charles up and down in complete disbelief.

“Seb.” Charles said his name with a sigh of relief and a bright smile. He was right there, barely two metres away. If Charles tried hard enough he could probably smell Seb’s aftershave alongside the rain.

“What are you doing here?” “I love you.”

They both said at the exact same time, their faces fell mirroring each other perfectly.

“I’m sorry.” Charles said quickly. “I didn’t… I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I had to tell you before you left.”

Seb’s eyes glanced past Charles at the Audi with its French licence plate, and quickly put two and two together.

“You…” The hand that had been rested against the door frame fell to Seb’s side. He was wearing a light grey crewneck that Charles was sure he’d seen Seb wear on multiple factory visits to Maranello paired with dark jeans and navy socks. “You drove all the way here?”

“I know it’s stupid.” Charles wasn’t sure if he was speaking about his feelings or his life choices. “I couldn’t tell you over the phone, I wanted to see you before Spa because if I don’t tell you now I don’t think I ever will. Because in time I’ll be able to live with not winning the title this year but I not if I say goodbye to you without you knowing how I feel.” The words tumbled out of his mouth almost as fast as the rain was falling from the sky. Charles briefly panted to regain his breath while his heart continued to hammer against his ribcage. He was soaked through now, but he didn’t care. He already knew that Seb turning him down would be worse. Clothes could dry but broken hearts were always harder to fix.

Sebastian blinked slowly, not once had his eyes left Charles’ face since he clocked the rental car parked in his driveway. His eyes were still wide, they looked like an ocean Charles would happily down in.

It was only when Charles realised that Seb still hadn’t said anything at all, that he opened his moth to start forming an apology, only to be cut off by Sebastian lurching forwards to cup his warm hands around Charles’ jaw as he tilted his head down to kiss him.

It was a fairly chaste kiss, but it was more than enough.

“You need to get inside.” Seb said quickly after he pulled away, his eyes darted all over Charles sodden clothes. “You should have worn a coat!”

Charles’ head now felt so light he had to grip onto Seb’s forearms out of fear he was about to float away.

“I guess you are right.” He said with a lazy smile, and he let Sebastian pull him inside the warm house. “I have a bag in the car-” Charles said as Sebastian shut the door behind them.

“Later.” Seb said firmly, pulling Charles in for a longer, deeper kiss.

#It's a bit rough bc it's been forever since I've written a prompt but I hope you like it!!#asks #argentinagp #lourdes tag #my writing #sebchal

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lewishamil10n · 3 months

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Connecting Flights // archive-locked

pairing: valtteri bottas/lewis hamilton

word count: 4k

rating: gen

Flying commercial is a pain in the ass.

for @argentinagp, for the vb server gift exchange!! i hope you like it <333

#remy.txt #f1 rpf #my writing #valewis #lourdes tag #lourdes beloved i hope u like it i really do <333

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livetogether--diealone · 6 months

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trick or treat!! 🫶🏻

mostly done fresh out of the hoven chalex little fic for you :3 -> ask game

Truth was Charles shouldn't be up this late, before a race, he shouldn't be drinking this overly sugary drink Alex referred to as coffee, well he shouldn't also be able to snatch a pole position in this car, he still did it. But he was never good at saying no and he was never good at saying no to Alex. So now he was perched on the bathroom counter helping Alex film some kind of AD for a skincare product, Alex's phone was glued to the mirror with some sticky device he gifted Charles a while back but he kept misplacing it, the face cleansers were laid out next to the sink and the main star was ready to start. "I just need you to, mh, i don't know tell me if it's fine, sit there, be my art director" Alex pointed him to the counter and shoved a pumpkin spice latte in his hand.

“Not helping!” and yeah he supposed he wasn’t really helping but how could he not laugh at Alex doing some weird yoga pose in an attempt to switch the light on and off while leaning into the mirror, the issue was the light switch was on the other side of the bathroom, hence the stretched out leg that Charles wasn’t definitely ogling. But after seeing Alex slip up on the rug one time too many he couldn’t contain the laugh, folding on himself, almost choking on that wretched drink, tears pooling in his eyes. That earned him a rolled up towel to the head. And maybe if one were to be really honest Charles was kinda sabotaging this whole ordeal, mostly he was just trying to get some attention, sucking on the straw a little too obscenely while looking up at Alex, which made the latter kick him in the shin, tugging Alex's shirt when he was trying to look seriously scared for the sake of the halloween themed AD, that resulted in a playful shove, but Charles still didn't let go of him, so Alex resorted to tickling him until he promised to just sit there still.

Until Alex's very faked screams and bad acting got to him (again) and he couldn’t help but start laughing (again) grabbing onto Alex's arm, now laying on him the laugh so hard it had become more like a squeak and managed to break Alex too, falling into Charles trap so easley. He hooked one leg behind Alex’s and tightened his grip on his arm pulling him forward, so he could stand between his dangling legs. It didn’t take long for Alex to relax into Charles’ embrace, the beaten up puppy eyes always worked even if tonight he needed a little extra push. Charles laughed into Alex’s neck when the other let out a frustrated groan “Okay fine you win this round”

#maybe i'll turn it into a real thing maybe i won't in the mean time have at it #my fav cats #alex albon #charles leclerc #chalex #f1 rpf #lourdes tag #ask time #jo.fic

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princemick · 4 months

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here u have a photo of my dogs to cheee u up!! 🫶🏻

LIL BELOVED PUPS!!!!!! here have one of my boy in exchange!!

#kyle.answers #lourdes tag

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alpinelogy · 3 months

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7 & 9!!

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

Galex friendship in the year of our lord 2024? More likely than you think, coming soon to an ao3 feed near you as a few scenes in timeloop fic

In response and to dispel the heavy air between them, George gently shoves Alex so that Alex stumbles closer to the sea and into the sand on the beach. He feels sand fall into his shoes, knows that it is now stuck in his socks and that he won't be able to get it out until he runs them through the washing machine, “George!” He screams indignantly.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet

From my current ideas doc I really want to write a galex royalty AU entirely based on this gifset and the fact that someone on the tags said it looks like a prince and his knight.

Not really fleshed out except it will probably be modern -ish entirely cause I tend to get too particular with medieval -ish world including high fantasy stuff and I don't have the time and patience rn to create a world I would be satisfied with. Other than that it will hopefully be lighthearted and tropey as shit because I havent written something like that in a while.

Maybe this will be my summer project after timeloop and wag au fest are done... much to think about

wip procrastination ask game

#ask game #argentinagp #lourdes tag

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florencewellch · 2 years

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happy birthday jake 🥳🥳!!! hope u are having the best day! 💞💞

Thanks, Lourdes 🥰!

#asks #lourdes tag #birthday tag

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kitconnor · 1 year

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happy birthday lucy!! 💕💕 hope you have a wonderful day🥰🥰

ksjsksk ty lourdes !

#*bday!#lourdes tag #asks

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hungriestheidi · 6 days

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Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating + geochalex

reverse trops writing prompts

Oscar comes back from Team Torque entirely confused as to why Alex has a folder of George pictures on his phone. When he brings it up to Lando, waiting for their turn in the fan zone, he doesn't get a very satisfying response.

Idly scrolling through his phone, Lando shrugs.

"It's for the bit, mate," he says, not even bothering to look up.

"They have this 'joke' going on," Lando makes some sketchy air quotes with his free hand, "that they are obsessed with the other. Haven't you seen that Williams video?"

Oscar frowns and Lando smirks, evil amusement in his grin.

"Mate, you are missing out on critical fan service content."

Then they get called to the stage and when they are out of there, there is no time to talk about anyting but the race to come. So he doesn't get to ask more questions or tell Lando it sounds a bit too extreme to be just for the bit.

He hasn't texted Logan in months and maybe it wouldn't be a good conversation starter to ask 'hey, why is your teammate hoarding pictures of his friend?'. It does sound insane when he thinks about it too much, so he scraps the idea all together.

Somewhere after Miami, he hears the rumours of Charles' necklace in George's hotel room. Allegedly, a hotel staff found the thing under the bed. Their PRs never acknowledged the thing, so Oscar pocketed the situation under weird rumours F1 fans make after boring races to keep themselves entertained.

Then there's the issue of that Monaco coffee shop date, as the fans labeled it, that went viral on Twitter. George, Alex and Charles exchanging laughs and weird glances in between too complicated, extremely pretentious coffee orders.

"Mate," Lando says, the moment he senses Oscar is about to bring it up, photo ready on his phone, "we all live in Monaco. Of course sometimes we hang out. I prefer a club but hey, they are fucking weird."

So Oscar hums in agreement and tries to not think again about it. He needs to focus on racing anyway, so he doesn't have space in his brain for more than that.

Then Lily brings it up one day, out of the blue, a week into the summer break, with her hair wet from a swim in the resort's pool.

"Did you know Alex Albon is here too?" She says, picking up a towel to dry her face. "I saw him sunbathing with Russell".

And it's so casual it takes over a minute for Oscar's brain, focused on picking apart a particularly tough mango, to catch up on what she's saying.

They are in Bali. It isn't that unexpected to find other people with big pockets around. It is unexpected that he's with George. It is even more unexpected when they come across one another on the hotel lobby, George's skin turning bronze by the sun, and Charles is there to help him load suitcases to an SUV with Alex on the driver seat.

"Hey, Osc!" Alex greets through the mirror. He steps out of the car as George and Charles take notice of his presence. They all have matching Hawaiian shirts and they all chat with Oscar like this is all very normal and not a conflict of interest a best, a complicated triangle of friendships at worst.

What do their girlfriends even think about their partners all leaving for a boys' trip? Isn't that prime example of cheating scenarios? Oscar doesn't bring it up, the question of 'where are your partners?', because is none of his business but he also thinks he'd rather avoid going out on a holiday with Lando considering how Lando is and how much he cares about Lily, really.

When they depart, George scolding Charles for not wearing sunscreen and Charles pulling at Alex's shirt like a cat so he can sit in the passenger's seat instead of the back, Oscar waves at them politely and then heads back indoors, waiting for Lily to be done with her spa session before they head to the pool again.

He texts Lando about the weird encounter, with a picture he sneakily took and everything. Lando texts back a cry laughing emoji, tells him they are so fucking weird, mate.

"They were probably recording something," Lando says the next time they see each other, MTC bustling with life as the second half of the season begins to burn with closeness, "just wait and see, it's probably some annoying ad or a Williams video. You know how they are."

Oscar takes a sip of his protein shake. "Yeah, I guess."

#the unbelievableness relies on people not putting two and two together because the answer is actually three #lourdes tag #geochalex #fic asks #lmao this prompt game is so funny to me

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