listen yall. you know it was gonna happen eventually. lets play this “last line of some WIPs” game and see what comes out of it! (under the cut for post size decency purposes)
THANK U TO MY BESTIES AND BELOVEDS @cerona14 @finalgirlcharlesleclerc @vegasgrandprix @formula1squids @singsweetmelodies !!!! sorry for procrastinating i was hoping no one would be interested in the results i’m gonna give LMAO
(please note! the “ip” part of “wip” is very much applicable to the majority of these. enter at ur own peril.)
[REDACTED] winter exchange fic
“You should sleep on it, calamar.”
Charles hums. “If I am in your bed, of course.” A slow smile. “I will beat you there.” And then he’s off—scurrying across the wooden floor, slipping like a cat as his socks slide in his pursuit, and Pierre yelps as he realizes—they’re racing again.
“Are you not tired of racing today, Charlo?” A squeak of laughter echoes from down the hall. “Oh my god—”
They sleep, tucked together, in Pierre’s double bed. It’s the most restful sleep he’s gotten in a year.
Good lord. Charles is screwed. Dumbly, he takes Pierre’s hand and shakes it, not missing the firmness of the Frenchman’s grasp. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Charles manages after a brief battle with his own tongue. “I look forward to having you spend time here with my beloved cousin, Monsieur Gasly.”
giveaway fic no. 1
The sharp smile seems to get bigger at Charles’ words. “Pierre, please,” he corrects, squeezing Charles’ hand firmly once more before releasing him. “I look forward to spending time here as well. Your home is lovely.” He hums, dropping his gaze only for a moment before looking back to Charles’ embarrassment-pink face. “Quite the sight for weary eyes, for certain.”
Fuck.
Pierre knows the feeling. "You've been keeping an eye out on the NFL rumors account, too, huh?"
nfl au
"What else am I going to do with this thing," he grumbles in response, using his free arm to gesture at his cast. "A week ago we were out partying with our teammates. Today I cannot even leave the couch except to go pee and go to sleep." He frowns. Pierre watches the little wrinkle between his eyebrows become more pronounced. "I have apparently been traded, cut, and terminated in the past 24 hours."
"Terminated?"
"Yes, like the movie." Charles pauses, then raises an eyebrow. "Come with me if you want to live." His accent is terrible but Pierre laughs all the same, buries his face a little more into his best friend's side. "They may fine me for being an undercover robot, but who cares."
"Mmm, so that's why you are so good."
"Please," Pierre begs the EMT loading Charles into the back of the ambulance, only the stretcher’s wheels visible behind the commotion of medical personnel and FIA supervisors buzzing around the area. "Please, you have to take me with you, please." There are tears pouring down his cheeks, he realizes distantly.
timeloop
The EMT just shakes his head, solemn and calm. "Sorry, son," he says. "Family only."
No no no. "But I am his family," he sobs, reaching helplessly as the doors firmly lock shut. "Please, please, he is—CHARLES!"
And then Charles slaps at his chest again, sinks his fingers into Pierre’s shoulder to draw him back into his space, and the brief pang of guilt dissipates entirely. Charles wants him. Pierre is going to have him in a way no one else will ever have him again. For tonight…for tonight, Charles is Pierre’s.
*whispers* secret virgin fic
“Charlo,” he murmurs, pressing a hand flat to the flesh of Charles’ thigh to urge it up. “Up, Cha. Let me take care of you.” Charles goes easily. “There we go.”
“Pierre,” he says hoarsely. “Pierre, please, can you—”
“Easy, mon amour,” Pierre interrupts with a squeeze. “Let me make this good for you.”
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More professor drama? 👀
yes. and boy did it break. my. heart :) ...
I'm in a math class, right? And it's catered towards non-majors who're just looking to fulfill a specific credit so we don't have to pay to test out. and i'm HELLA bad at math but i really enjoy this class b/c the teacher and TA are so helpful and kind and i'm actually learning etc. etc.
anyway, out of the blue my counselor (who is unrelated to math AT ALL) reaches out to schedule a reflection on the class with the head of my grad department (and would not tell me why)... only to postpone the meeting for two weeks, and THEN TELL ME I'VE BEEN BEHAVING POORLY IN MY CLASS???? not grades related, BEHAVIOR RELATED.
and so i'm fucking like, stunned and confused, i keep asking what i've done, why isn't the actually prof. talking to me, what i need to do, etc. and no one tells me shit until i'm literally SOBBING on this zoom meeting because apparently i'm being punished??
and finally i guess i cry hard enough for them to believe it was all unintentional and i DON'T know what they're talking about, and they fucking. tell me that i've been asking "too many questions" such that the whole class is distracted AND that i've been refusing to work with the TA (which isn't even true?????) ...
which is ridiculous bc the professor himself has NEVER mentioned to me that i ask for help too much, and i've been working with the TA since the beginning of the class???????
so i'm completely fucking blindsided by this bc i genuinely. LOVED. this class, so to find out I'VE BEEN A PROBLEM IS REALLY DEVASTATING.
and i go to email my teacher and ta apologies, just reflecting on like, how sorry i am my behavior came across so poorly and etc. AND ESSENTIALLY THEY JUST CONFIRM THAT I WAS A HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS. like my profs response, deadass, is "how classy of you to parlay.." LIKE WTF?????
and this whole. fucking time. i genuinely had absolutely no clue. NONE.
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