post-race interview with canal+ at the british gp '23
Lewis, felicitations. It’s a 11th podiums in a row in Silverstone in the last 11 races on here. [Oh wow!] Yes. Is it still amazing being on this podium?
Oh yes, its incredible. It’s the best podium to be on. The British crowd is one that’s just… I would say here and Italy are the two places, in Monza, you know, that you have that huge crowd on the straight, but the atmosphere here is fantastic and it’s a privilege to be out there, specially to share it with another Brit as well. Very very cool.
You finished in a better position compared to your starting place. The safety car maybe helped you a little bit. Can you tell us about the performance today in the race?
Yeah well, I think that in the last year and a half the safety car’s always happened in the wrong time for me so finally to have it lined, I mean the goal was to use the medium and go long until the safety car came so, I waited and it came so, I’m very very fortunate for that. It helped us leap from the other guys and yeah, that’s just, that's good strategy.
We as a fandom moved on waaayy too fast from this panel because why is Dazai looking at him like that? He looks SO fond and soft. That’s no way to look at a man holding a gun to your head. Even though it was part of the plan, he still had full trust in Chuuya and that he wasn’t about to kill him, he’s so relaxed he doesn’t care about that gun, in this moment all he cares about is Chuuya
Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.
You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.
Until-
“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.
You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”
You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”
“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”
“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.
But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.
You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”
You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.
“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”
“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”
You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”
He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”
“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”
“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”
“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”
Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.
aww, the idea of bakugou showing up to some kind of family get-together with you and your little baby 🥺 and maybe he doesn't come around to them often because he's always so busy with work, but all his cousins and aunts and uncles get to see his lil family 🥺 how different he is around you 🥺 his lil mini me that adores him 🥺
okay but - reader being present when the team starts listing hotch’s bad qualities…you stay quiet because you can’t think of anything. then, maybe the next day, you find him alone and you want to reassure him.
“i don’t think you’re a bully” “it’s alright, y/n. i didn’t take any of that personally” </3 but you wanna let him know. “still. and i also think you’re pretty funny” 🥹 (he’s caught off guard bc he really thinks he has no sense of humor :(( ) “you do?” “yeah. you make me laugh a lot. even more than derek”