#pierre in green is a vibe

[singsweetmelodies]

mehehehe.....piarles + 25 or 45 🫶

25 = Green Card Marriage

45 = Vampire and Hunter

hehehehehehehe... let's see about 25 and 45 🤭👀

"It's brilliant, Charlito!" Pierre insists, spreading his arms like he's saying, come on. "I'm a hunter, so I'm allowed to settle in any country I want. If you're married to me, you'll be allowed to settle there too, and you can get that position at Rutgers like you have always wanted."

Charles folds his arms. "I'm a vampire, Pierre," he reminds him, pointedly. "Or have you forgotten?"

Pierre folds his arms, too, mirroring Charles' own pose. "Of course I haven't forgotten, calamar."

Calamar. As always, the nickname takes Charles right back - to that day in the back of his parents' garden, when Pierre had decided to come over for a surprise visit and he'd found Charles. Drinking. It had only been from a blood bag, of course (Charles would never kill a person, and he'd been too young then to know about charming someone to let him drink just a few sips) but it had still been more than enough for Pierre to understand what was going on. Pierre had frozen where he stood, eyes blown wide.

And Charles had thought, no no no, and he'd thrown himself at Pierre before he could think better of it. "Please don't leave, Pierrot, please, I promise I'm not evil and we're not evil, I don't care what they say on the news because it's not true, we don't hurt people, we don't hurt anyone, just... please don't go. You're my best friend, please -"

Pierre had stopped him there, putting a gentle hand over Charles' mouth. "I don't care that you're a vampire, Charles," he'd said with surprising firmness for a ten-year-old. "You're my best friend too. And, anyway, you're less of scary vampire and more like... a clingy little squid."

"I'm not!" Charles had shrieked, but of course Pierre had taken to calling him that every day from that moment on. (Charles never protested too much, because the nickname always felt like Pierre's way of saying I know what you are and you're my best friend anyway; I'm not going anywhere.)

"... Charles? Earth to Charles?" Pierre is asking, waving his hand in front of Charles' face. "Ah. Hello again. Did you go to vampire-planet?"

"You know we're from the same planet as you," Charles says immediately, rolling his eyes. "Or didn't they teach you that at hunter school?"

"Mmm, no, I think I skipped that module," Pierre says, and then he grins cheekily, tongue between his teeth.

Charles swats at him, and Pierre catches his wrist easily, his Hunter-trained reflexes quick as ever. Charles' breath catches.

It shouldn't be hot. It should be the opposite of hot, for fuck's sake - those kinds of reflexes are trained to kill people like Charles.

Except, Pierre didn't become a hunter to kill vampires. No - he did it for Charles. Not to hunt him, but to learn how to protect him from other hunters.

So, yeah. It's seriously hot when Pierre shows off some of those skills of his.

"Are you going to let go of me?" Charles asks, swallowing thickly. He can't help the way his gaze flickers to Pierre's fingers wrapped around his wrist, still holding him tightly in place.

You could hold me like that any time you want, Charles thinks, and fights against his blush. It shouldn't even be possible for vampires to blush, for fuck's sake, but Pierre manages to get Charles to do it anyway.

Pierre, thankfully, seems oblivious to Charles' spiralling thoughts. He winks at Charles, playful and cheeky as he always is. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Not until you agree that my idea is brilliant."

And, right. Right. Charles had almost forgotten the reason why they're even here - Pierre's stupid, hair-brained scheme to get Charles his dream job at Rutgers.

Rutgers, which still does not allow any supernaturals onto its teaching staff, let alone Monégasque vampires.

"It's a terrible idea," Charles says flatly. "They'll never let me teach there if they suspect I'm a vampire."

"But if you're married to a hunter, nobody will ever suspect you're a vampire," Pierre points out, triumphantly. "See? It's genius."

Charles has to admit that it's... clever. Absolutely insane, yes, but clever.

Pierre must be able to read it on his face, because his eyes light up like his favourite F1 team has just won a race. "See! You do think it'll work!" he crows.

"I don't think -" Charles tries, but Pierre cuts him off with a dramatic sigh.

"I've done all the research, Cha. Trust me, there's no way that this can go wrong."

There is, Charles thinks, only a little despairingly. It's not so much that he's worried about getting caught - no, Charles is pretty good at charming officers by now. Half of the time, he doesn't even have to use his hypnotism.

What he's far more worried about is the fact that he'll be married. To Pierre.

Pierre, who he's only been in love with since the first time he called Charles "calamar" and stayed when anyone else would have left.

Pierre, who Charles knows would taste sweeter than anyone else in the world. Because that's the thing about being a vampire and being in love with someone: even one tiny sip of their blood will sustain you sixteen times longer than a random person's would.

It's bad enough just like this, when they're just friends, and Pierre throws his head back to laugh or slides his arm around Charles' waist, and Charles has to fight with himself to keep his fangs tucked away - because even though Pierre is so close and smells so good, he is not Charles' to taste or Charles' to have.

It's hard enough to hold himself back when they're just friends. Charles has no idea how the hell he'll be able to do it if they're fucking married.

But as always when Pierre suggests a hare-brained scheme, Charles is helpless in the face of his sparkling blue eyes and half-cheeky, half-pleading smile.

"Okay, calamar," he agrees, and even though he might just have signed the warrant for his own death-by-slow-torture-of-wanting-his-best-friend-too-much, it's worth it a thousand times over for the way Pierre beams at him and uses the wrist he's still holding to tug Charles into a tight hug.

"Rutgers, here we come!"

(50 Romance Prompts Ask Meme)

#50 romance prompts meme #piarles #piarles fic #myfic #vampire x hunter x green card marriage #this is...... WELL IT'S CERTAINLY SOMETHING #perhaps not my most coherent something because it's 3-bloody-AM here #but i kind of like it #the vibes are DEFINITELY here i think #and now i kind of want a sequel with them married and charles pining and wanting pierre SOOOO BAD #and pierre obviously wanting him back just as bad because of COURSE he loves charles too #and he secretly thinks it would be *so* hot if charles drank from him... 😵‍💫 he'd be a kinky bastard like that #ANYWAY. so many thoughts! #thank you SO much for this prompt phoebe ilyyyy #🫶🫶🫶🧛

[cheriladycl01]

You're a dick Stroll! - Lance Stroll x Engineer! Reader

Plot: You created the best car for the 2024 season however after some harsh comments from Lawrence Stroll about a female engineer having been the reason his son crashed out in Bahrain turns out after investigations from the FIA people owe you an apology!

A/N: Obviously this is fanfic so its dramatized so in no way does this portray anyone in a realistic light and is just for the drama and the vibes.

Credit to micksradio for the GIF

"You innovations have been amazing this year Y/N all thanks to that brain of yours!" Mike Krack the team Principle for Aston Martin tells you, holding either one of your shoulders shaking them in delight at the new car in front of him.

You had been at Silverstone working as the lead mechanic/ designer on the new car throughout the last half of the 2023 season.

"Thank you, but you know it was a team effort right?" you smiled back, it really was a team effort.

"Well, we actually wanted to offer you a promotions of sorts!" he exclaimed a look of shock crossing your face.

"Excuse me?"

"We figured that you know the car the best and we want you travelling with us to make adjustments as and when needed. Last year was a struggle when we didn't have you here, you are the quickest we've seen and having you on the road with the team would really help.

"This is amazing, yes I'll do it!" you exclaimed happy that you were finally able to travel around the world with Aston Martin.

A month later and you were in Bahrain for pre-season testing of the 2024 year, everything was looking good on both the car, they were running well and the data figures looked good to you and your team.

You'd stayed late with a few other team members making sure everything was ready for the most important Sunday of the year, this race was the one that usually set the drivers mentality for the year. Nobody wanted to crash in the first race and no-one wants to not make it into the points.

You left, once you'd finished your checks on both cars, some people still working around.

"Okay, I'm off guys and ill see you for the big day tomorrow!" you smiled at them before heading back to the hotel that Aston Martin had placed you in. It wasn't a long ride, and you splurged on an Uber considering how much overtime you'd just done in the garage.

You did share a hotel with the drivers, as one of the lead engineers in Aston Martin you got the privilege of the nicer hotel compared to some of your colleagues.

As you entered, you could see some of the drivers sat in the bar, Lando Daniel, Max and his girlfriend Kelly were all sat together taking pictures, obviously for the .jpg accounts.

Charles, Pierre, Carlos and Lewis were also there sat at the bar, drinks in hand. However, with your attention directed elsewhere you felt yourself bump into something.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry" you exclaimed looking towards the person you had bumped into that was now holding your forearm as if to steady you so you didn't fall back.

"It's er okay, you seemed distracted are you... okay?" you hear the person ask and look up to see your teams youngest driver.

"Oh Lance I'm so so sorry!" you say noticing it was him.

"It's okay" he says awkwardly before shuffling off. You watch as he walks up to Alex and George who were also sat with one another. You continue up to your floor before showering and passing out in your bed.

The next day your alarm was set extremely early, you came straight to the track having gotten ready in a record speed time. Your hair was whipped up in a ponytail and you'd nearly put your green Aston Martin team top on back to front.

You got to the track for when Mike told you to meet him there, he wanted you the radio engineers and the strategists to all talk before the race. Considering it was only 7.30 in the morning there were already loads of people in the paddock, from all different teams.

Where it was your first time you didn't know the protocol or anything for greeting other teams, so you just stayed your typical friendly self sending a smile and wave to everyone that you passed and made eye contact with.

Once you'd got into hospitality Ben Mitchell, Chris Conin and Peter Hall were all there, Peter held a coffee out to you with a small smile.

"Thanks" you smiled before you all started to talk about the race ahead, you guys checked the weather patterns and the track temp before trying to plan the race for both drivers.

By the time you'd done your final checks it was time for the race. Lance had placed P7 the day before and Fernando had placed P10 which was an amazing start to the year for Aston Martin.

"How's the car looking?" the social media girl asked, she was looking at the screen of data rolling in from the car but not understanding what the figures actually meant.

"It's performing phenomenally. Its definitely better than last year. Its also original and completely initiative, I've heard Horner and Vasser talking about it!" you explain having heard them interviewing about the grid and a little season preview.

She nods, and you talk a little before she leaves to go and try and film some social media stuff while there isn't too much excitement on the track.

However only 2 laps later Lance was reporting his breaks being stiff, which from the figures looked to be impossible. Before his race engineer could even ask for your advice, Lance went into a turn too quick skidding off the side taking Gasly with him. You looked up at the screen in shock, a hand covering your mouth.

Lance's car had gone sideways before flipping over Gasly's car. Lance and Gasly were both out of the race.

"What the hell happened!" Lawrence screaming coming over to you, all the pit crew who had just pulled Fernando's car in stopped what they were doing and came over to you.

"Sorry?" you asked pulling the headphones off genuinely not having heard him.

"What happened! Your the engineer who was here late last night. What did you do to my sons car, he's an impeccable driver and he has DNFed because YOU cant do your job" he screamed and you flinched taking a wide step back.

"Look i didn't do anything, I wasn't even the final engineer here last night. I think he was just unlucky sir" you tried to explain, but his face like thunder had you a stuttering and stumbling mess.

"Yes you did! Just admit you either sabotaged the car on purpose or your so damn incompetent at your job that you didn't build the car right! You know you should be fired for this, its completely unacceptable and I'll be speaking to Mike about having you removed because you clearly" he starts but one of the crew members behind decided enough was enough and stepped in front of you.

"Hey, sir with all dew respect there are camera's everywhere in here recording so just think about your image" he directs and Fernando having finally got out of his car and having seen what happened to you.

"Lawrence, i think its best that you take a step back" Fernando advises seeing how close he had gotten to you.

Instead he just storms out of the paddock, you release a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding in everyone swarming round you take make sure you were okay.

BREAKING NEWS: FIA LAUNCH INVESTIGATION INTO HEAD OF ENGINEERING AT ASTON MARTIN AFTER STROLL CRASH VIDEO OF LAWRENCE STROLL RIPPING INTO Y/N Y/LN HEAD OF ENGINEERING AT ASTON MARTIN INTERVIEW WITH LAWRENCE STROLL AND MIKE KRACK GETS HEATED AFTER INVESTIGATION LAUNCHED

It only took 4 hours for the public to find out who you were and your social media handles as you had a few people following you. One of which was McLaren who you had worked for under an apprenticeship scheme.

The only thing you really wanted right now was have a drink, so the hotel bar where you were certain would be safe from the public eye. You came down from your hotel room, you weren't in anything fancy and felt out of place the minute you sat down at the bar. Most of the drivers were there celebrating wins, or drinking away the loss.

It was like you had this beeper on you, as when you entered the room and walked to the bar all the drivers seemed to notice you. I mean it wasn't hard, your hair was thrown up in a ratty bun and your eyes were red from having read all the hate messages sent to your inbox.

"She's the one they're investigating because of Stroll's crash! His dad went in on her after the race"

The whispers all around you from people in the bar had you shrinking in your seat.

"So your the one that made me crash!" Lance exclaims from behind you, you turn round seeing his face, angry and upset and expression nobody liked.

"Look, I didn't do anything to the -" you start but are slowly interrupted.

"No you did, you know nothing and you shouldn't be in this job! Everything they are saying about you online is true, you could have killed me and Pierre because of that accident. So careless!" he shouts, which shocked the other drivers as Lance wasn't really one to raise his voice.

"Please Lance, I've already had enough..."

"No, you haven't had enough! You shouldn't be in this sport if you cant build a car properly, it's shit! It's not powerful and you clearly cant build a car like Andre last year!" he says, you could tell he was getting frustrated and it made you take a step of your seat.

"You're a dick Stroll! Andre didn't build the car. I did that's why i took the position this year as he wasn't performing as Head Mechanic so yeah. I didn't do anything to the car, the data was fine maybe you just are as good as a driver as you seem to think you are" you say before storming out of the bar.

Two weeks later, where you'd lazed around all day at home was when you'd got that expected call. You were currently on suspended leave where you were still under investigation. Mike had been facetiming you on and off asking for help to try and speed up the pace of fixing the car before Saudi Arabia GP.

It was in fact Mike calling again, however this time he was telling you to open up any socials and see what the FIA had posted.

CHECKS HAVE BEEN CONDUCTED INTO THE ASTON MARTIN CRASH SHOWING HEAD ENGINEER IS NOT LIABLE AND HAS SERIOULSY BEEN MISSTREATED - FIA FIA COME OUT WITH EVIDENCE THAT ASTON MARTIN HEAD ENGINEER IS NOT TO BLAME FOR STROLL'S SAKHIR CRASH - SKYSPORTS CLEARED FOR DUTY Y/N Y/L/N TO MAKE RETURN AT JEDDAH - F1

"Are you serious?" you say, the first piece of enjoyment in your life in the last few weeks has just occurred.

"Yes, we need you on the first flight out to Saudi, someone's waiting for you at Heathrow to bring you" he exclaims, you jump up cutting the call short and start to rush, packing a bag by slinging clothes in it not bothering to fold. You make sure your uniform is all packed as well as the essentials before running out the door and running to the train station.

You came into the terminal, shooting a text to Mike, not knowing who to be looking for. You look around to see if you can see one of the other mechanics or maybe Mike's personal assistant but you come short.

"Come on Mike" you whisper to yourself looking at your phone.

"Y/N?" you hear from behind you. You knew that Canadian voice all to well.

"Lance?" you ask with a slight sneer to your tone, you were still angry and upset with him and his father for jumping to such outrageous conclusions.

"Mike wants you there asap, so I suggested you come with me" he says guiding you down a secure back path to where it leads out to the jets.

"Your kidding me right?" you ask as he walks you out onto the den where his dad's private jet is waiting.

"We needed you there as soon as possible the car is in literal pieces without you there!" he exclaims, having heard from his father than things had been slow in the garage.

"Well, do you now trust me to build you an effective car?" you ask halting your steps, you didn't want to work with him anymore if you didnt have his trust. Throughout your suspension you had both McLaren and Mercedes reach out to you offering you a job with them once it all blew over.

"I do trust you, I just got angry when i crashed the car in the first race of the season, my dad blamed it on you and to me that seemed the most logical. I am sorry for what its worth" he says awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"For what its worth... you're still a dick. But i think i can put up with that" you smile, before following him over to the pane ahead.

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[fourtyforever]

Get in losers were making a fic rec masterlist

Hi y’all it’s me, your local multishipper, and I’m about to be the change I wish to see in the world by putting all the best f1 fics in one place.

Maxiel

cool things to say to your soulmate by @powerful-owl (E, 14k)

A collection of shorter soulmate stories by the great em powerfulowl. Essentially the maxiel thesis as far as I’m concerned. If you ever catch me talking about the goose fic, this is what I’m talking about. Fun story: this was actually the first F1 rpf I ever read and I blame it for why my standards are so fantastically high.

Thursday girl by @boxboxlewis (M, 3k)

Max is outed by the press. Shocking emotional impact to word ratio and off the charts tenderness. Short and sweet and low key a comfort read to me.

the being unknown by anonymous (E, 12k)

Body swap with really unique and emotional vibes. Ngl this one hurt me (in the best way). A fantastic and heart-wrenching take on the horrors of 2022.

Charlos

win or lose (it’s how you play the game) by @f1-stuff (E, 18k)

Hickey bet between charles and carlos. Cannot get over this fic for as long as I live: the silliness is off the charts, the vibes are literally the most perfectly balanced tenderhorny I’ve ever read and the writing is just really that good. I think about this fic minimum once a day.

last night by venerat (E, 24k)

College au. Ngl this one is just especially spicy, but also very very funny and fully captivating top to bottom (see what I did there? haha). Also a great ensemble cast here, which I always love.

Once more (before we die) by @f1-stuff (M, 6k)

Fantasy AU where charlos are princes of warring kingdoms. I love this AU and I love the tenderness between Charles and Carlos that we get out of it. I’m usually not really an AU type of gal but this one really did change my mind.

Playing games by @vegasgrandprix (T, 4K)

Gay chicken. WIP, but I can already tell so clearly exactly where this is going and that is delightful to me. Honestly this really is how they act like 90% of the time already.

Yukierre

match made in heaven by venerat (T, 4K)

Pierre is yuki’s matchmaker. this one is just so sweet and sooooo silly. Comfort read 100%

Loscar

Are they gay or European? (the answer is both) by periwinkle_bumper_cars (T, 30k)

Logan keeps walking in on other drivers in compromising positions. 100% balls to the wall silliness from beginning to end and just completely delightful the whole time. Background carlando, kmag/hulkenberg, brocedes, maxiel, and honestly the ensemble cast is what takes this one from great to top tier.

Landoscar

By a thread by @mctwinkdom (E, 32k)

The classic Australian thongs misunderstanding (gone sexual). Incredibly silly, amazingly hot and honestly a top-tier character study of both Oscar and Lando. A great study in unreliable narration as well (probably part of what accounts for my previous point).

carried away by orphan account (E, 22k)

Fake dating. Honestly this one got me in my feels so much more than I expected from the premise. Sweet and a little bit angsty and just a delightful read all the way down.

Strollonso

green light, red wine (and I don’t feel fine) by @vicsy (E, 19k)

Mafia AU where lance is the son of Fernando’s arch nemesis. THEE strollonso fic of all time I tell you. Unparalleled characterization on the part of both nando and lance, fantastic ensemble cast, FANTASTIC writing, and off the charts unreal spiciness. If you haven’t read this yet then what are you doing

El dick plan by @waddlingpenguin (E, 800)

Lance says ‘daddy,’ both Fernando and Lawrence answer. Short, sweet and SILLY.

camera roll by @penaltyboxboxbox (E, 5k)

Sexting/sex tapes. Overall nice and spicy and just fantastic characterization. Also absolutely crucial is the companion art also by dave penaltyboxboxbox which is literally like the ice cream on top of the cake for such a wonderful fic

silver platter by @wewentcarracing (E, 10k)

getting together fic featuring long suffering estie bestie. Honestly the fic is amazing and spicy and just so well written but Esteban’s ever growing dismay is lowkey my favorite part. Works as a pretty great lance character study as well.

Brocedes

Roseberg’s vs haminkton by @jean----ralphio (E, 16k)

Tattoo artist versus flower shop, except they’re rivals. This is like…just how they are honestly. Absolutely stunning ensemble cast and absolutely hilarious buildup to lewis and Nico finally getting together. Side order of seb just being a massive shit stirrer which honestly I think is the role he belongs in

The real reason nico rosberg retired by periwinkle_bumper_cars (G, 3k)

Secret Santa (gone horribly wrong). This is…..also just how they are unfortunately. The rancidest of vibes but also screeching-out-loud funny.

will be updating this on the reg so stay tuned for more good fics. also maybe if I am very lucky someday I will have my own fics to add to the list. definitely I need to become slightly more insane before I can start writing for this fandom but believe you me I’m well on my way.

#fic rec #f1 fic rec #maxiel #charlos #yukierre #loscar #landoscar #twinklaren #strollonso #brocedes #hope you all enjoy :P

[lovelytsunoda]

goldeneye // pierre gasly (secret agent au!)

summary: she’s high ranking mi-6, and he’s the french intelligence thorn in her side. but to take down international arms dealer christian horner, they may need to work together, or risk losing their target altogether

pairing: pierre gasly x female secret agent! reader

warnings: typical spy movie things (knives, physical violence, espionage, christian horner is the bad guy, fashionable weaponry and gadgets), pierre gets a bad rap for being french. allusions to sex, fake marriage trope , goes from 0 to 100 real fucking fast.

see reflections on the water // m ore than darkness in the depths // see him surface in every shadow // on the wind I feel his breath // goldeneye, I found his weakness // goldeneye, he'll do what I please // goldeneye, no time for sweetness // but a bitter kiss will bring him to his knees

part i: the chateau

the echo of her high heels against the floor was deafening as she strode across the chateau, attempting to ignore the chattering of voices around her.

parties had never been her thing, especially not ones frequented by europes top criminal masterminds.

“no eyes on horner and we’ve been here for an hour.” she muttered quietly, hoping that the earpiece could pick up her voice as she grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter “and my feet fucking hurt in these shoes. why couldn’t you have sent lewis in?”

“because horner knows my face. my op got blown last year.” lewis sighed. “you were still working in the lab, so very few people outside the agency know who you are.”

she wasn’t a field agent, she shouldn’t be there at all. she’d graduated top of her class from cambridge with a degree in mechanical engineering, and she basically kept mi-6 from falling apart. every time an agent credited a gadget with saving their life, there was a ninety percent chance the gadget was one of hers.

but alas, after project silver arrow had gone belly-up, and special agent lewis hamiltons identity was touted to the red bull conglomerate, lead by none other than international arms dealer christian horner, and agent george russell was shot in the shoulder on mission in budapest, she was the only agent left who’s identity was still a secret.

three weeks of training later and she was here in france, wearing stilettos that head heels that doubled as knives, in a billowing green dress that made her stick out like a sore thumb.

it was no secret that horner has a wandering eye, despite being married to one of the biggest pop stars of the mid nineties. after all else had failed, the agency wondered if a honey trap would be the best way to catch the man in the act.

frankly, the thought of getting into bed with him made her feel sick to her stomach.

"turn your head slowly, look at the man in the black suit, three oclock." lewis' voice crackled to life. "he's been watching you all night, and i'm not getting good vibes."

she turned her head, almost gagging on her champagne.

"i said turn your head slowly, kiddo. he's probably harmless, but just in case, i don't want him knowing you're on to him."

catching her eye, the man in the suit took off down a side hallway, abruptly brushing past three waiters in the process and knocking a platter of oysters to the floor.

"that was odd." lewis mused. "i know you'll want to follow him, so just keep a safe distance. do not engage the target."

"what if he's going straight to horner?" she worried, hurrying as much as she could on stiletto heels to follow the mystery man out of teh chateau.

"keep your cool and use the panic button if you have to."

she marched down the hallway, leaving her empty champagne bottle on a tray next to the revolving kitchen door as she balled up her dress skirt, pulling it away from her heels as she made her way down the hall.

she found the man outside, he was leaning against a stone balcony. from underneath the layers of fine italian craftsmanship he was wearing, it would take a fool to miss how broad and built the man was.

"stay away from horner." he spoke with a thick french accent, his voice carrying over the breeze as she walked towards him. "he's dangerous. you don't know what you're getting into."

she raised an eyebrow, settling in next to him against the balustrade, rock warm against her bare hands. "who is it that you think i am?"

"does it matter? a wannabe model, a movie star. the kind of bullshit that clings to fame and fortune, no matter what the cost, and you end up getting taken advantage of along the way. trust me, christian horner would eat you alive." he turned to look at her and she got a glimpse of his sad eyes, the stubble around his jawline. the poof of his brunette hair. "so leave while you still can, mon cher."

“bait him, y/n.” lewis encouraged. “find out what he knows, but do not give yourself away.”

she took a deep breath, sitting on the balustrade and crossing one leg over the other, fingers tapping against the heels of her shoes. “what if I know exactly what I’m getting into? christian horner is a very wealthy, very powerful man. i know about jeddah, and I know about lusail.”

lusail had been the base for project silver arrows. horner had been attempting to sell arms to rebel groups in qatar, and lewis had been attempting to pose as a foreign buyer, hoping to stop the sale. obviously the operation hadn’t gone according to plan.

there was a rustle from the man as he reached into his suit jacket, and she barely had time to think before she was staring down the barrel of a gun.

“who the fuck do you work for? are you one of his?”

“i should be asking who the hell you are.” she growled, yanking the blade right out of her shoe, pointing the sharp-tipped tool at the frenchman

“you first.”

“not a chance in hell. we draw credentials at the same time or not at all.”

the frenchman caught the bait, reaching into his jacket pocket as she reached down the bodice of her dress for her own identification.

“oh fuck me to the moon and back.” she cussed, seeing what was printed on his id card.

pierre gasly, french intelligence

part two: the compromise

they sat in a debriefing room in french intelligence headquarters. everything about the room screamed old money, right down the the heavy wooden roundtable they sat around. y/n was wedged between Lewis and george, staring daggers at pierre as their handler paved the room.

“if this bitch hadn’t followed me out of the chateau, horner would be awaiting trial at The Hague!”

her jaw dropped. “if I hadn’t followed you? if I hadn’t thought you were suspicious, I wouldn’t have had to! we had a plan.”

it wasn’t a plan she had liked, but it was a plan.

“if your agency hadn’t bungled the lusail operation, we e wouldn’t even be here right now!”

“you fucking take that back you baguette fucker!” she shouted, getting to her feet. “we did everything right in lusail!”

that was when it was decided that enough was enough. lewis grabbed for her arm, a silent plea to stop making a scene. george snickered, laughter hidden behind his fist and disguised as a cough as y/n and pierre glared daggers at each other over the table.

pierres eyes cut deep. she felt like he could see into her entire soul, while his own eyes put up such a wall between his face and his own soul. she felt like he could see everything about her, and yet she couldn’t see him at all.

damn those ocean eyes. damn the jolt of something that passed through her body when she fell under his gaze.

“enough!” her handler shouted, finally done pacing the room. peter bonnington glared at the duo, a flash of pure fury crossing his face. “this situation is fucked for all of us. two foreign agencies are t supposed to be working the same target at the same time, so clearly some wires got crossed.”

“no shit.” george laughed. “god, I’ve never been so happy to be on medical leave.”

“shut the fuck up, russell.” she crossed her arms over her chest, flopping down into her rickety wheeled chair.

across the table, pierres handler crossed his own arms over his chest. laurent rossi was a stoic man, tall and refined, but with a penchant for beating around the bush. the faces within mi-6 thought he was a bit of a pompous git.

“we have a solution.” laurent proposed. “our best chance at catching horner and getting him off the streets is to work together.”

pierre gawked. pierre gasly was nobody’s partner. a line wolf, and he had been ever since his partner was killed back on the last op they worked together, bringing down one of horners associates in austria.

and that’s why getting horner was so important.

for charles.

“not on your life.” he snarled at laurent. “I work alone.”

“if you expect me to work well with him, you must be on lsd.”

despite himself, pierre liked her take-no-shit, speak your mind attitude shown by the young british agent. why, he wondered to himself, had she spent so long as a desk agent when she could match wits with the best of the field agents.

“the decision has been made.” bono boomed. “and an arrangement has been made for you both to stay at horners chateau this upcoming weekend.”

“what’s the catch?” pierre questioned. “this sounds too easy.”

laurent chuckled. “ah, this is the part that you both will hate me for.”

“you’ll go in as interested buyers. a married couple, to be specific.”

part three: the ruse

the vintage cadillac trundled down the long country drive to christian horners french estate. the pair were already dressed to match their cover stories: he was in a tasteful linen shirt and khakis, and she was in a silk floral sundress.

she opened a small velvet box in her lap, extracting the diamond earring that acted as an earpiece, connecting her back to lewis and george.

pierre watched through the corner of her eye as she connected the earpiece, radioing in to home base to let them know she was all ears.

“that’s a good idea, hiding the earpiece in the earring. it’s less detectable.” the frenchman hummed

“i know, i designed it. it was originally supposed to be for lewis, since he has so many piercings and it would have blended right in.”

she tapped on the fake diamond to activate the earpiece, sending Pierre a look to remind him that all their conversations would now be recorded onto an mi-6 server.

“you nervous?”

“no.” she lied, fiddling with the brim of her straw hat, a small camera tucked under the band.

but she was nervous. more nervous than she had ever been in her life.

she was about to get up close and personal with the most dangerous man in europe and she was going to lie about who she was. one misphrased question could be the difference between life and death.

“I’m sure you’re going to be fine, and if you get nervous, just let me take the lead. this is how we profiled horner, hes going to use me as the point of contact.” pierre reminded her “which means that you get to do all of the fun sneaking around espionage kinda things.”

the frenchman let his hand drip down towards her leg, thumb gently running along her skin. she reddened under his touch, unable to deny the butterflies in her stomach at the gentle and reassuring way that he touched her.

when they got out of the car, beginning to follow the path up to the chateau while horners handmaidens grabbed their luggage from the car, Pierre’s hand on her back was a comfortable guide, and she couldn’t deny the heat on her skin underneath his touch, hidden by the shadow cast by the wide brim of her hat.

maybe pretending to be pierre gaslys wife wouldn’t be so bad after all.

they walked up the crest of a hill to a large stone patio surrounded by plants, no doubt planted by horners wife. there was nobody around except for a man in a crisp navy button down shirt, hands in the pockets of his slacks as he stared off into the distance, his back towards the agents.

“ah, you must be the wolffs! i saw the two of you coming up to driveway. apologies for how long it is, i like a little bit of privacy.” the figure chuckled, spinning around to face them.

there he was. christian horner, in the flesh.

“let’s get this meeting started then, shall we?”

part four: for queen and country

she stood in the ensuite bathroom, smoothing out the front of her dress as she exhaled, staring at herself in the mirror. she felt pretty, seductive, even, but she didn’t think she could play this part. be this person that the agencies depended on her being.

and maybe there was also a part of her that was worried about looking good for pierre.

maybe this wasn’t a bad thing after all. wasn’t this what espionage was; faking it until you made it? maybe she could enjoy pretending to be someone else for a while. someone who did impulsive things like make out with her coworkers or have sex with men who were very clearly attracted to her.

although, dense as she was, she had missed the signs. lewis and george hadn’t, going on and on over the comms system about how pierre was practically undressing her with his eyes before bono came on call and told them to stop acting like teenagers and observe their surroundings like the agents they were supposed to be.

there was a knock on the bathroom door, and she cleared her throat, shout raspy as she told pierre she’d be out in a second.

she tiptoed out of the bathroom, the chateaus stone floor cold on her feet as she allowed the short dress to dust her thighs, hair just brushing her shoulders.

“you clean up nice, desk agent.” pierre hummed, his eyes tracing over the exposed parts of her body.

“so do you, baguette boy.” her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the man in front of her, dressed pristinely in his three piece suit, hair fluffed to perfection. the navy suit was stark against the white dress shirt, the first few buttons undone to show off his golden cross necklace.

she cleared her throat, looking away as blush coated her cheeks.

pierre took her manicured hand in his, whispering something in french that made her pussy throb as she but her lip to stop from moaning. he kissed her knuckles gently before turning to face her.

“you know we’re supposed to be newlyweds who can’t keep their hands off each other, right.”

“then don’t. do what you’d do if we were newlyweds.”

pierre inhaled softly, his hands possesivley going to her waist. “oh, mon cher, if we start I won’t be able to stop.”

“good. it sells the cover better.” she hummed, hand shaking as she reached up to caress his face. “fuck me, baguette boy.”

pierre chuckled, leaning down to ghost his lips over hers, laughing even more when she whined at the lack of contact.

“oh, you’ll be calling me something totally different once I get my way with you.”

for queen and country. that was her oath. but kissing pierre gasly, pressed up against a wall with his hand between her legs and his tongue down her throat, she was ready to give up queen and country.

he was like oxygen, and she was coming up from a deep sea dive, tearing his shirt open almost animalistically.

“wait, wait.” she gasped, eyes flying open at the sound of shocked breathing and laughter. “my earpiece is still in.” she tapped on the receiver, a hickey forming in her sweaty skin as he tried to regain her breathing.

“fuck you both!” she shouted, knowing full well that lewis and george could hear her. “I’m taking the receiver out now, thank you very much. and delete the end of that recording.”

“nah, mate.” george laughed. “the bit where you called him baguette boy and then asked him to fuck you was comedic gold!”

“george! I’ll tell bono about the recording of you and those two models in monte carlo two summers ago.”

“right on, I’m deleting the last ten minutes, sound good?”

as she pulled out the earpiece and sealed it in the nightstand drawer, pierre chuckled, pulling his suit jacket and the remains of his shirt off.

“blackmail? I didn’t think you’d stoop that low just to get your rocks off.”

“shut up.” she laughed, pulling him in by the belt loops. “I did him a solid and deleted that recording as soon as I saw it. george is just so much fun to fuck with.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak about other men when I’m about to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk in an hour.” his voice was husky as he spun her around, pressing his cock against her ass.

“then give me a reason to forget georges name.”

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[f0point5]

intro throughts

Logan being a little pookie, a bit like cute hamster, but he got BUFFED over winter break, wouldn't recognize him if compared to his first race last year

Kevin looking normal, would appreciate maybe a little bit from distance, having his face that close was almost uncomfortable, not bad though

Zhou looking good, I love his hair

appreciate Daniel just smirking, not actual wide smile that close to the camera, love his beard, gives "your daughter calls me daddy" vibe

Nico challenging his pose for future political career

Valterri and his mullet plus his highlighter green suit, not great not terrible, looks better with the bleached hair (at least in my opinion)

Yuki looking like a robot, sorry our Japanese sweetheart they did you dirty

Alex and his natural hair, appreciate it, plus loving the white suit

not gonna lie, that shot of Ocon did things to me that I'm not so sure about

Pierre looking like he wants to kill you (knowing how tall he is, it's how he would have to look up to me as well, makes it quite funny), great shot of his eyes

Lance... where did that hair come from man?!

Oscar, oh my adored Mr Koala. not a bad word about you (insert Kris Jenner's "you're doing great sweetie") - his eyes his neck his hair, consider me dead thank you

George's eyes look so huge there, for some reason he reminds me of The Boss Baby 😂 good thing he didn't do anything stupid or cringe-y this time

can we talk about how proportionally perfect Carlos is? also those eyes see to your very SOUL you perverts!

they did Lando dirty, kinda sad that they did him from afar

Charles being Charles. no other words needed

NANDOOOO! Grandpa of the grid looking amazing, whoever decided to use this shot deserves a raise

Lewis looking like he's preparing for a boxing match, but in a weirdly hot way

not sure about Checo, he stands there kinda like a 🧍🏻‍♂️, love his eyes though

and Max. oh mister please have a mercy with my poor heart, that little smirk and those eyes will keep me awake at night!

that's it, I'm done 😂

Logan did indeed bulk up. I keep seeing videos of him in the paddock and I’m like damn son you had a lot of steak over Christmas.

Don’t talk to me about Ocon. I’m going through something with him at the minute and I’m deeply ashamed.

Oscar is really having a moment. I hope it lasts all year.

They need to stop doing close ups of Daniel.

I liked Lando’s actually. He is a short king but he’s a cutie, and Orange is his colour.

Fernando has definitely had Botox or a chemical peel and he is looking incredible. INCREDIBLE.

Lewis looking kinda hot ngl he isn’t a bit of me but that promo really was.

The Ferrari boys and just models. You can’t even judge them against the rest of the grid they’re just beautiful. The way this team has the two best looking drivers and Red is their colour…I’m going to miss Carlos next year.

Max. That smirk is going to haunt me. In there very best way.

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[charlewiss-writes]

keeping score / pierre gasly

masterlist

day 21: score (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: the four times pierre made your nervous, and the one time you hit him back with the same tactics.

author's note: I really liked how this turned out!!! hope you like it too. don't forget to leave a comment<3

I.

"why you're always nervous around me?"

he always used to tease you about it. it wasn't intentional, but with you being the more introverted part of the friendship, he took great pleasure in teasing you in public, when you would get extremely flustered.

still, you would deny it every time.

"what are you talking about, pierre?".

"come on, y/n, you know you always get flustered when I get too close to you. do you think I don't notice?" he said, while cornering you into entering his driver's room. you rolled your eyes, walking backwards into the small space. suddenly, you stumbled upon his desk and were left there, stranded between the table and his body.

it was inevitable for you to get nervous, being so close to him. even if you truly didn't feel anything for him, being this near to pierre's body made you tense. "god, you're so annoying. shut up."

"make me" he whispered, his breath sending shivers through your spine. he smiled triumphantly, seeing the reaction he had on your body. "i told you so. we're 1-0, little one."

II.

since then, it had started something like a competition between you two. he would make every flirty comment he could and you had to endure it, try to not show that it was working to prove him wrong.

"if I can get into q3, will you go out with me?"

the frenchman had been asking you for a date outside of work for way too long. you obviously refused every time, not wanting to step over the line, but today you were feeling a little bit playful. you knew that this year, the car had been difficult for both pierre and yuki, so even if everything was done perfectly, reaching q3 alone was a huge accomplishment.

"only q3? I think you would need a p6 minimum for me to even think about it, gasly" you joked. being a man who loved challenges, he went into the track disposed to reach his goal: and he exceeded it, as he always did, getting that tractor miraculously into p5.

somehow, the odds were at his favor today, and while the whole garage cheered due to both cars getting into the final part of qualifying, you laughed knowing how stubborn pierre was and how hard he had to push to end as high as he did in the starting lineup. when he had finished shaking hands with the whole team who had nothing but praise towards him, he made his way over you, ruffling his wet hair in the process and with a huge grin on his face.

"ugh, wipe that smug look off your face. I said I'd think about it, not that I would do it, pierre".

“so you'll be thinking about me, uh?" he stood in front of you, and you could see the spark on his eyes thanks to being this close to him. "god. you're insufferable".

2-0.

III.

pierre had been really into fashion lately. so here he was, at the studio, modelling some sweaters that were part of his new line, 'the pierre gasly knit capsule', which was supposed to come out when the weather started to get chilly. you were joining him, like you always were, but standing on a corner, not wanting to disrupt the vibe or bring attention towards your presence. still, you saw that he looked indecisive, switching back and forth between two different colours: blue and green.

"baby, come over here-" he called while looking at you through the mirror. you opened your eyes, wide, and started to stride towards him quickly, wanting to shut him up as quickly as you could. "stop calling me baby! you'll make everyone think that we're together" you smacked his arm, trying at the same time to hide your face, which had turned red due to the embarrassment that pierre always seemed to pull you through, with your hair.

"maybe I want them to, ever thought about that?" he said, while taking the hair out of your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. "don't hide your face, you're cute when you blush".

3-0.

IV.

charles and pierre always used to joke about your height. being the giants they were, any average person looked small next to them. however, their height came in handy when you needed to reach something that was just too high for you. being in pierre's house, everything was placed way out of your reach, so you had to ask for his help.

"pierre!" you called. he was laying in his bed, but came almost running when he heard you, afraid that something had happened to you. "what happened, chéri?".

"can you get me the coffee, pretty please?"

he furrowed his eyebrows, but still complied with your request, giving you the small jar that was on the top shelf, at the perfect height for pierre. "thought that something serious had happened".

"me being short as hell is something serious that happened, pierre" you laughed. you never really care about your height, but you took great offence when the guys teased you about it. "actually, I think you're the perfect height" he said, engulfing you in his arms and placing his head on top of yours, without having to shrink himself too much. "you can hear how my heart beats when I hug you. and also, you would have to get on your tippy toes to kiss me" pierre said jokingly, to which you rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't really see you doing it. "you forget I'm also at the perfect height to elbow you directly in the gut, gasly. don't tempt me."

4-0?

V.

thanks to abu dhabi being the last race of the season and you joining them during the weekend, it was practically impossible for you to avoid going to the after party the whole grid was invited to. obviously, you'd be with friends, but it didn't make you feel better knowing that dressing up for fancy events wasn't your favourite plan, and certainly being in the spotlight was something you had avoided all these years. going with charles and pierre to the party meant that you had to dress nice, and also, would be photographed next to the two f1 drivers.

since he saw you in the lobby of the hotel all of you were staying at, he couldn't keep his eyes out of you, being almost glued to your side. that's how you two ended drinking an dancing together, maybe way too close for two people who claimed to be just friends.

eventually, and thanks to the alcohol clouding your logical mind, you said to puerre. "so are we just going to keep grinding in the middle of the club or do you actually want to go somewhere?".

the liquid courage cursing through your blood made you seem it was okay to flirt like this with pierre. sober you would never, afraid that you could fly too close to the sun and the fun would be over. you didn't actually have intentions to take him back to your place, thinking that he wouldn't fall for it and refuse your proposal. that's why it was funny when, even though the fluorescent light at the club didn't let you see clearly, you noticed how his eyes widened and his grab of your waist tightened.

"are you playing with me?"

the music was way too deafening, so even if you wanted to answer him from a decent distance, you couldn't. using the hand that was circling his neck while dancing, you dragged him a bit down, so you could whisper something into his ear. "am i, gasly?"

he went pale and started stuttering, taken off guard with your sudden boldness. "c-can I get back to you on that in a minute? i-i need something stronger".

you laughed at his agitated reaction, given it was weird to see pierre gasly this thunderstruck about something. normally, it would be you on the other end of a flirty comment, ending on you being the one stuttering and wanting to get away as quickly as possible. being now the one that caused all on this on the frenchman made you feel powerful, and you understood why he kept doing it to you. "did I make you nervous, pierre?".

he could instantly hear in your voice the jokingly tone, which made him aware that he had, in fact, lost in your silly little competition. "you're playing with fire" he pressed himself a little more into you, which allowed you to feel him almost completely, everywhere. "i'm not afraid to burn a little. we're just keeping score, pierre" you answered, even though your sober brain would probably call your bullshit straight away. now, with a few drinks into your system and the electrifying environment around you, it didn't matter.

"you're mean".

"and you love me for it".

4-1.

but it was safe to say that you had won the competition, even if the numbers weren't in your favor. and even if it was just for tonight.

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[ssaeri]

the taste of home

☆ tags: harvey & gn!reader, harvey tells everyone to eat home-cooked meals because they're better for you (dialogue line), you find out that he mostly eats microwave meals, gift-giving is this farmer's love language, can be read ROMANTICALLY ☆

Maru startles when you enter the clinic, her galaxy-themed pen pausing over a stack of paperwork. Once she realizes that it's just you, her shoulders drop, a half-smile blossoming on her lips.

"Scared me," she says with a huff of a laugh. She closes the manila folder and tucks it away, the motion smooth with practiced efficiency. "I thought I forgot about an appointment or something."

"That's nonsense, Mar. Nothing could ever get past you. I swear you eat organizational tabs for breakfast," you say, waving off her concern. Leaning over the counter, you drop your chin into a palm. "Is the doctor in?"

Her amused expression turns into an eye roll, and she jabs a thumb over her shoulder. "In the private examination room, I think, but make sure you knock first. Last I saw, he was cleaning out the cabinet, and I really don't want to help clean up another jump scare."

"I do it because it's fun to tease him, not to make your job harder," you insist. Opening up your bag, you rummage around for a few seconds before pulling out a glass jar. "But just as an apology for what happened last week, I brought you this. My best strawberry preserves for the best nurse in Pelican Town."

"I'm the only nurse in Pelican Town," she retorts, but still, she hums appreciatively as she takes it, fingers dancing over her name on the lid. You already know that she and Demetrius buy half of your stock at Pierre's, even if she says that they share with the entire family. "While you're back there, can you tell Dr. Harvey that I'm clocking out in fifteen minutes? We were supposed to discuss a patient today, but I think he forgot. I'll finish up here and touch base with him tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am."

You send her a two-fingered salute that she vaguely returns. Then you disappear into the corridor that melts into the clinic's main hallway. Other than the waiting room you were in, the hallway leads to four other places: the patient room, which holds privacy curtains, two soft beds, and a firm bed that you've grown to dislike after all your Skull Cavern emergency surgeries; the stairway up to Harvey's apartment, blocked by two metal doors; the back of the reception desk; and a private examination room, which doubles as Harvey's office.

Harvey's in there now, back to the door, hands on his hips as he surveys the mess by his feet. His green blazer is flung over the exam bed, and he has his sleeves rolled to his elbows. An end of the day vibe, for sure. You look over your shoulder and see Maru staring at you, pretending to rapt her knuckles on her desk. Fine, you mouth, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Satisfied, she turns back to her work.

"Knock, knock," you sing at Harvey's door. Despite your announcement, he jumps, hand over his heart as he whirls around. His brown eyes are wide behind his glasses.

"Farmer," he sighs. "You scared me."

"Not the first time I heard that today," you laugh, striding into the room. Behind you, you hear Maru's door click closed. "Your lovely nurse said that she's clocking out soon, by the way. Fifteen minutes."

He glances at his watch. "Oh dear, is it already that time? I guess I got distracted by all the supplies." He drags a hand down his face. "I ordered a new shipment of bandage wrap yesterday, only to find a brand new box in the back. Apparently I did this last time, too. I need to spend my next free day taking inventory."

"I'll just make a few more trips to Skull Cavern and use those right up," you say, but when his glare snaps to your face, you hold up your hands placatingly. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Do you need any help right now?"

He pauses, surveying the stacked boxes, but finally sighs a soft No. "I'll just leave things like this so that I remember tomorrow. Why don't you head upstairs and get settled first? I think the coffee machine is about ready to go."

Now it's your turn to shoot him a look. "How many cups have you had today?"

He flushes. "O-only one this morning! Please don't say anything. Can you just set up the table upstairs?"

You tsk, pretending to be disappointed, if only to get back at him for always giving unsolicited health advice. But he's been helping you a lot lately, so you guess you can cut him a break.

As always, the smell of coffee lingers in the air, growing stronger as you trudge up the stairs. When you first befriended him, it was the only thing you knew he liked. He made sure to always have a tumbler in hand as he walked to the river in the afternoons, and you took note of it. Twice a week, you dropped by to give him a warm cup, which he always took appreciatively, but Maru was quick to tell you what else Harvey liked. You don't want to encourage him, she said mysteriously.

You started giving him more pickles after that.

His room is bathed in orange as the sun sets, light catching on the airplane models scattered across his dining table. They look untouched, frozen in the same positions as last week. Not much to set up, then. You flick on the overhead light and make your way to the kitchen.

Though it’s more of a break room than a kitchen, now that you think about it. You’ve only been over here once or twice. Between the microwave and coffee machine, there’s barely any counter space left, and you wonder how he ever gets any cooking done without a stove. He told you once that he mostly eats food from the Stardrop Saloon, but…your eyes narrow. What about all his lectures about home-cooked meals?

You move around clumsily, unsure of where everything is. Eventually, you find two mugs in the overhead cabinet, coffee packets in the drawer, sugar cubes in a cute little jar you gifted him the other month. The machine whirs and dribbles fresh coffee into the waiting mugs. Just as they top off, you hear footsteps on the stairs.

“Hey, Harvey?” you call out. “Do you have any milk or cream?”

“I have vanilla creamer in the fridge, second shelf,” he replies, but then you hear a sharp intake. “Wait, I’ll get it—”

Too late. You’ve already opened his fridge. The bottle of creamer is there—you pull it out and set it on the counter—but it’s also the only thing there other than half a head of lettuce.

“What the hell?” You scan the empty shelves. “Do you need to go grocery shopping? Pierre’s is closed, but Joja’s open late if you need to pick anything up.”

“No need, I’ll go shopping tomorrow,” he says, hurrying over. He squeezes past you, puts a dash of cream in each mug, and pushes the coffee into your hands. “Go and sit down. I’ll put this away.”

“Oookay.” You furrow your brows. What’s going on? “I’m kind of in the mood for iced coffee, though. Can I let my cup cool in the freezer for a bit and add ice to it?”

“Yes.”

A beat of silence.

“Do you mind…opening the freezer so I can put the mug in? My hands are a little full.”

“Right! Um, why don’t I do that and you sit down first?”

“Harv, I’m already holding the mugs. You just have to open the door. What’re you hiding in there, a dead body?”

You laugh; he doesn’t. Your chuckles die out, leaving the both of you to stand there in silence. If the townspeople were to pick your worst quality, it would probably be your stubbornness—a trait that rears its head now as you stand there, watching Harvey’s flush spread down his neck.

Finally, he sputters a resigned Okay and opens his freezer.

Behind his ice trays are stacks of Joja Mart frozen meals, everything ranging from meatloaf to fries to pizza to peas to chicken parmesan. He shifts a bag of carrots to make room for your coffee. When the door is closed again, you finally find your words.

“So…I guess I found your secret,” you say, making your way to the table and setting down his cup.

“I just don’t have time to cook for myself,” he insists, trailing behind you, “and when I do have free time, I’m too tired.”

“I’m not judging.” You shrug. “I mean, I’m not one to talk. I eat algae from the river and cookies from the trash.”

His face drains. “Wait, you eat what from the—”

“If you’re ever free, though, you can always join me on the farm for dinner. Or I can drop you off some lunch once in a while. I make big portions and freeze them for the week, and I don’t mind sharing.” You wave a hand at the airplane models in front of you. “Think of it as thank you for helping me out with these.”

“That’s…very kind of you, Farmer,” he says after a pause. His fingers curl around the back of a chair. “I might take your offer some time.”

You shoot him a smile. “Great. Now keep that gratitude in mind as we start working on these again.”

#stardew x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #sdv harvey x reader #stardew x farmer #stardew valley x farmer #sdv x farmer #sdv harvey x farmer #stardew valley scenarios #sdv scenarios #sdv harvey scenarios #stardew scenarios #saeri writes;

[batrachised]

Annes of the World

thanks to @gogandmagog's lmm savvy, I'm hunting through the lm montgomery website and I found something really cool - Annes of the World. It shows Anne of Green Gable's covers from across the world, which of course I had to rate below!

Arabic

I love this cover because it's like a dreamy summer day - it really reproduces the haziness of summer, and the haziness of a daydream - very fitting for Anne! I also love Anne's body language here, it seems very Anne Shirley to me. I'll give this a strong 9/10.

Chinese

How CUTE is this!! While the drawing is darling (Anne Shirley would definitely sit by an open window nook to daydream), I need covers to commit to being covers personally. I'll rate this a 6/10.

Danish

This has strong Anne with an E vibes to me - kind of that gray tone. Also many many chickens?? I really want to know what the artist was thinking to where they read aogg and was like "you know what this cover needs...more chickens". Unfortunately I don't really like this - I think Anne's expression is odd, her body language is off, and the coloring is not my favorite. Green Gables isn't even green!! It's not even GREEN!! 5/10, with an added point for the Chicken Presence because I am a chicken stan.

Dutch

I find this cute, especially because the cover covers the front and back which I LOVE! I especially love how open it makes the scene, and Anne's curly hair is somehow perfect with this. Diana is giving me Maurice Sendak (think Pierre) vibes haha. I'll give this a 6/10.

Estonian

this gave me all the childhood flashbacks. I remember reading so many great illustrated classics (a tale of two cities, anyone?) and poring over the illustrations I liked. I'm really curious to know what the illustrations inside of the book look like now! The cover is beautiful, and I really like they draw the background brush. The only note I have - Anne's hair is NOT red in this, maybe i'm blind but it looks barely auburn. I'll give it a 7/10, teetering dangerously close to 6 because of the hair issue.

French

I have literally nothing to say other than this is the most French Anne I have ever seen and I love it. the SCARF. the BERET. 7/10.

German

I really love this one. I love the hat, the hair, and the FLOWERS. It really gives the homespun quality that LMM infuses in her stories a lot of the time. Not a huge fan of the Anne here, but the background feels like Green Gables to me, so it feels like home. :') 8/10 for the hominess.

Hebrew

lowkey OBSESSED with this one. highkey need this framed on my wall. I LOVE Anne's body language here. She's clearly daydreaming, and the baggage indicates that she's waiting for Matthew - you can also see the pensiveness in her face. Freckled and redheaded, daydreaming, check and check, alone and uncertain of the future, check. 10/10.

Icelandic

I like this one, especially Anne's grin. Also, again, is that a chicken?? Fascinated by the Nordic need to insert a chicken. 9/10 for being cute. I also love the white flower effect. Stops short of being 10/10 because Anne is wearing pink, and we all know Anne longed to wear pink but thought it didn't go with her red hair!

Italian

There is SO much going on on this cover. I like the flower crowns and the action shot, but looking at too long makes me go cross-eyed. Sorry to Italy, but this is a 3/10.

Korean

this is short sweet and to the point haha. Anne is daydreaming as the sun sets and a breeze ruffles her hair. cute, but again, I like covers that commit to being covers. 6/10.

Norwegian

Anxiously looked for a chicken and was disappointed. Tsk tsk tsk, Norway. This has old timey vibes in a way I like. The cover art is too small for me (see repeated complaints above), but I love the continued theme of Anne daydreaming while staring out a window. I give it a 7/10

Polish

This is simplistic in a way I like. It's a little girl setting off on her own towards a forest, with a home only noticeable on a second glance (at least to me). the little figure is very cute too, I like her little shoes and hat. The leaves look too jungle-y to me though for PEI, so I'll say a 6/10.

Slovak

Sorry to Slovak, but this doesn't seem Anne of Green Gables to me at all besides the leaves. This doesn't read like Anne to me, it just seems like a random girl. Bonus points for the puffed sleaves. The leaves are also barely there. 3/10.

Slovenian

I don't how to feel about this. I don't really like the coloring, but I do like how Anne directly gazes at the reader. Read my story. The coloring gives it an eerie horror movie effect (she looks like a drenched ghost child rising from a lake), so I'm going to have to give it a 3/10.

Spanish

THIS IS CUTE AS A BUTTON. And the Anne is cute as a button. I feel like i am AT the train station. I feel like I AM Matthew walking past an eager Anne. This one feels cinematic, probably due to a higher level of realism. I'll give it an 8/10.

Swedish

This cover just confuses me. WHO is in the background?? Who is that woman?? Why is Anne so dismal about her?? Why is Anne sulking about this dancing woman in the background (this reminds me of the silly song about the dancing cucumber). Also, Anne's eyebrows are barely there. I'll give this a 5/10 because I can't rate it one way or the other.

Turkish

This one makes me laugh because this looks like an Instagram deck. the way the face is drawn doesn't help. It's an insta pose, it looks insta filtered, the proportions seems weird like it's edited...yeah, this one is a no thanks. 3/10.

I think the Hebrew version wins in the end for me, but I'd love to hear others thoughts 👀

#anne shirley #anne of green gables #lm montgomery #i wish there was something like this for all the other series

[splatattackz]

see. one side of me wants etoiles on red team if green gets split between the two because he would fit in SO well theyd vibe so much plus itd bring interactions of some of my favorite blue moon duos (etoiles & cellbit, etoiles & slime) as well as itd be good extra pvp power for the upcoming final days. the other wants him on blue team so hes stuck teaming with his #1 rival (tubbo) and his friendly rival (pierre) as well as so we can get more starhalo and etoiles & tina interactions.

i dont know which side would win.

#qsmp #qsmp etoiles #we'll make sure a tear-jerking invitation arrives to your very doorstep | qsmp #qsmpattackz #splatattackz

[unluckyhoneybee]

Sex Education: Close to Breaking (Lando Norris)

Part 13. Things get difficult and you and Lando don't act on the best way.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: To the limit, Pt2.

Note: Things start going downhill now. I don't like this chapter either.

Warnings: kind of asshole Pierre. Crash.

I woke up with soft touches on my back, a finger running up and down my skin. I turned my face to the side and found a sleepy Lando looking at me. He didn't say anything, he leaned and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"Morning, missy."

I sighed. Last night felt so cold. I had barely slept. It had been like been being alone.

"Hi".

"I have to leave now. I wanted to say goodbye."

I lifted myself up using your elbow. It was too soon. I wanted more time with him.

"It's so early"

"Yes, I know. The plane leaves soon"

I leaned and kissed him.

"Sorry for last night" I whispered over his lips.

He sighed and pushed some hair out of my forehead.

"I shouldn't have talked like that" He said. "I'm sorry too. I-I was jealous. You were right"

I kissed him again.

"Why?"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Pierre... He still scares me a bit. I suppose"

"He scares you?" I asked confused.

"He is bett-"

I kissed him again and then again, cupping his face and almost rolling over his body. I wanted him close. I wanted him to know that for me it was just him and no one else. I wanted to tell him what scared me the most.

"He is not better than you. Trust me, because he is not. I... I prefer how sweet you are, Lando. You are much funnier. Or at least I have so much more fun with you. I would have done this with him because he is so much more perfect. I don't know, but he has this vibe. Like. Everything perfect but not perfect."

"What we do is not perfect?"

"And I feel completely comfortable with you. Free to not be perfect."

He smiled and kissed me again.

Lando left that morning and things were slightly better. I didn't felt that tension between the two of us and the hug he gave me felt so warm.

But it didn't stay like that for next Thursday. Something changed the moment Pierre sat next me on that Press conference. There was something up to him. He was always flirty with me, we had known each other for long and he was always like this. But not this much, not in public.

"Pierre, seeing how there are rumors about everyone's future. If you had to choose a teammate from this room, who would it be"

"For sure, YN. I think we could have a good fun. She amazing. She drives like mad and yeah. It could be something interesting." I could feel the second meaning of his words. I looked at him and frowned. What the fuck?

"What do you say, YN?"

I felt everyone's eyes on me, especially Lando's green ones.

"Um...yes. It would be nice" I answered. There was no way my PR team could have gotten me ready for this.

"Thanks. What would you value most about your teammate, Pierre?"

"Well, if that teammate is YN, her smile"

I looked at him, a death glare and no smile. He would get me into problems. I was walking on thin ice with this stuff.

"I'm glad to see you appreciate my driving skills, Pierre."

"Don't misunderstand me, YN. I know you are a wonderful driver. But it's always good to work with people with the energy you have."

I shared a long look with him. What the fuck he was playing.

The conference came to an end soon after and I escaped fast.

"Hey, YN"

"Hey, YN"

I groaned. What did he want?.

"Yes, Pierre?"

"I'm sorry if I bothered you"

His blue eyes were looking at me and it was so intense. I took a deep breath and crossed my arms on my chest. He took a step closer and put his hand on my waist.

"I'm really sorry"

I bit my lip and looked down.

"It's fine, Pierre. Just don't do it again"

"I won't, sorry"

Pierre leaned and pressed a kiss on my cheek before leaving. I stood there confused and irritated. Why the fuck was he acting like this so suddenly?.

I looked around to see if someone had seen, but only found George's big eyes, looking at me with a worried look and tight lips. I tried ti find Lando but he wasn't on sight.

Lando POV

"Hey"

Daniel elbowed me and I looked up.

"What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Don't play the therapist, please..."

"I'm not. Maybe the older brother."

I groaned.

"I'm fine"

"You are not. What happened? I saw the press and..."

"How do you know its about the press?"

"Pierre was flirting with your girl"

"YN is not my... Was he really flirting? I thought it was just me who saw that and..."

"Mate..."

I looked at him. I was so damn jealous. I was so fucking angry at Pierre and I hated feeling like this.

"She says it's nothing. But..."

"Don't you trust her?"

"I do, but we are nothing"

"You are not nothing, Lando. Man... YN and you... It may not have a name, but it's not nothing."

I couldn't believe I was talking with Daniel about this.

"I don't know what to do"

"Just wait until Sunday. After the race. Bring her to your room, ask for some room service, something nice. A cute date Lando. C'mon, tell me how was your first date so we can plan this"

I blushed and looked away.

"Lando I'm not gonna laugh."

"We don't have dates"

"Oh"

I nodded slowly.

"It's not like that"

"So... Fuck buddies"

"Yeah" I wouldn't tell Daniel Ricciardo that this starter because I didn't know how to finger a girl.

"Okay. That's fine. Do what I told you. It will work. And don't get all angry because of Pierre because he is just trying to rile you up"

Your POV

"What is going on with you and Pierre?" George asked me once he got in my motor home.

"Nothing. There is nothing. I don't know what the fuck has gotten into him but he's gonna get me kicked out."

George took a deep breath and sat on a chair.

"And Lando?"

"Things are weird. He talks less to me now and I don't know what to do"

"Have you thought about talking to him?"

"I don't have any problem. He should be the..."

"Don't finish that sentence. There is something bothering him"

"Pierre. Pierre bothers Lando. He is jealous. I told him there is no need to be jealous but he knows about my crush on Pierre from a while ago"

George ran his hands over his face.

"Why don't you tell him you are in love with him?"

I stayed in silence. I didn't know how to do it. I was terrified of doing it.

"I can't"

"You can. And you will"

"How?"

"After the race. This is getting weird and toxic and I'm not letting you two hurt each other"

"I'm not gonna hurt him, George"

"You already are. Just as he is hurting you. I don't know what happened last week. But... I don't like it"

I looked at him with thin lips and a knot on my throat.

"Get your shit together, YN"

George had never been so hard with me.

"And I'm doing this as a friend. Because I'm seeing you two and... I don't like it."

A tear fell down my face.

"Come here"

He hugged me and I cried on his shoulder.

Quali was aweful. I got kicked on q2 without haven't run much laps. And well, I was fuming under my helmet.

"Good run, YN"

I turned to see Pierre. He didn't had his helmet. He was sweaty and his hair was a mess.

Good run? Was he on a mission to anoy me?

"What the fuck? It was awful, Pierre"

"It wasn't, really. You were the fastest"

"The fastest of the kicked ones? That's not being the fastest. That's being the less slow."

"I'm just trying to cheer you"

"I don't want it. I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but I don't like it. I'm with Lando, Pierre. I don't want your stupid flirting."

He took a step back and closed his mouth. Fine. You've hurt him. Another problem to the list.

"I'm sorry" I whispered before leaving.

I saw that orange suit and messy hair and cursed under my breath.

"Lando"

And he didn't turn to me.

"Lando?"

When he did, his eyes were cold and it made me shiver.

"Are you okay?"

He swallowed.

"Is Pierre okay?"

Fucking shit.

"Really?"

He looked away from me. Daniel was also there. He was looking at us and shaking his head.

"Lando" I tried again.

"YN, please. Not here"

I pulled the visor down and bit my lip. What the fuck was going on?

I felt a hand on my chest. Danny. He didn't say anything, but he stayed with me as I cried in silence under my helmet.

Lando POV.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Daniel pushed me against the wall and I gasped.

"Mate!"

"No! What the fuck did we talk about?"

"Pierre..."

"Leave Pierre out of this! He is allowed to talk to her! She is not yours, Lando. She is not your property. I had to stand there with her while she cried because you are such a dick"

I bit my lip.

"Crying? She was crying?"

"Yes"

I ran my hands over my hair.

"Fuck..."

"I knew you were in mature, but not this much"

I pushed him away.

"This is none of your business." I groaned.

"I don't care. If your are scared of Pierre or whatever shit you have in your head, don't push it on her. That's not how it work. If you are insecure get it fixed before because you are hurting her. And I haven't been here listening to you cry about your secret girl only for you to get scared and fuck it. Don't hurt her"

"What the fuck do I do? Pierre is always around her and I have nothing to..."

"She was telling Pierre to fuck of when you saw them! Shit Lando, you really are stupid."

"She was..."

"Yes. She was. Pierre is doing this on purpose. He was trying to get something out of you"

"What the fuck?" I tried to go and open the door but Daniel stopped me.

"No. You won't go."

"Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"He is not the smartest, but you won't do anything. You will go to your girl and say you are sorry and love her so so much it hurts, but leave Pierre alone because George is already dealing with that"

"George?"

"Yeah"

"You both knew Pierre was doing this?"

"Not this, he said you needed a push. But I didn't know he would be such a prick"

"I wanna punch him"

"I understand, but you won't" Daniel grabbed my shoulders. "Please, go to YN. She is not fine. She doesn't need this."

"I fucked up"

"You did."

I opened my eyes big and gasped.

"Mate, I'm just being honest. You did."

"I love her"

"I know"

She didn't want to talk to me. She didn't open the door at his motorhome, she didn't answer my messages and then at the hotel she didn't open the door. I didn't even see her at the restaurant having dinner. Then the race came and she was right in front of me.

It started well. I could pass two cars. Then her Alfa Romeo passed and put a good gap between us.

It was lap 35 and I was struggling more and more with the damn car. Pierre passed me and so did Lance. They also put a gap and i got more and more frustrated.

But suddenly, the green Aston Martin slowed down and avoided something, which made me react too. Quickly and from the corner of my eye, I could see it. The Alpha Tauri and Alfa Romeo were against the wall. My ears rang.

"Red Flag."

"Red flag?"

"There is debris and the cars need to be removed"

"How is she?"

"Gasly is out. YSN is still in the car"

I felt something weird, I felt nausea and fear.

My knees and hands shook when I put the car back in the pits. They hadn't told me anything yet. Everyone was in silence in the garage, looking at the screen.

"Is she..." I asked Jon.

Then I looked at the screen and saw the medical team and marshalls pulling her out.

"The team said she was in pain and didn't want to move much"

"What?"

I felt nausea grow and I had to steady myself.

"how much?"

"They say it's something between 20 and 25, but Gasly hit her hard right after so..."

They showed the crash. Pierre had hitten her wheel and somehow both of them had lost control. YN had gone first against the wall and then Pierre, whose car had somehow ended over hers.

"YN YSN is finally outside the car. The medical car is taking her to the ambulance to get checked. She still has her helmet on and seems to be in pain, she is not using her right foot much. Luckily Alfa Romeo confirmed that the pain is in her knee and she has confirmed that there is no back or neck pain. We could hear Pierre over the radio and saw how he jumped out of the car on his own and he was okay. The French seemed annoyed though, he was having a good race..."

"He should have been more careful with YN then" I groaned under my breath. Jon shot a quick look.

I was nervous and uneasy. We didn't have much news about YN after that. They only said she has been taken to the medical centre to get checked and then I had to get back on track.

Your POV.

The meds hit hard. The pain left soon and I was just laying there with a swollen knee and shaky hands. It had been horrible, the movement, the hit, the sounds of the car breaking and the gravel hitting the floor, then the shadow of the Alpha Tauri over me, the pain in my knee, the nervous call on the radio...

Sarah and Eve, my PR assistant and coach were with me. Eve had been talking to the doctor, worried about the next week and the last race of this triple header. The race was on the TV but I wasn't watching it. It had been so messy. I had been driving without thinking about the race. I had just been behind the steering wheel fighting Pierre because he had annoyed me so much this weekend. I let my personal stuff get into my head while racing and it had almost cost everything.

They let me go to my motorhome no longer after. I wouldn't need to do press due to my knee pain, but the team wanted me to film a video so...

"Hello everyone. Um... A big one back there. Yeah. Thank you very much for all the messages, the team has been showing me some and really, thank you very much. It was scary and I'm sorry for Pierre too, I heard he was having a fantastic race. From my side... I think I pushed too much but I will work on it these days to check what happened, and what failed. We don't want stuff like this happening. Gladly we are both okay but yeah, it's something to avoid. I'm still waiting for the results so I will update everyone in the next hours and..."

"YN?" Sarah asked.

"It's bad?"

"A bit"

"Sorry... I'm a bit overwhelmed"

"It's fine"

We heard a knock.

Eve went to open it and surprise. Lando.

"Hi." He said. His eyes were on me and he looked pale.

I couldn't move. I had spent the last hours crying about him. He had come to my bedroom and I stayed behind the door in silence until he left. He had hurt me but I loved him and it was so fuking hard. And right now I only wanted him to hug me.

"Can I?" He asked with a shaky voice.

I nodded.

Eve and Sarah looked at me.

"Can we have a moment?"

I was glad the motorhome had different rooms. They both left and closed the door of the "main bedroom"

Lando was standing there, looking at me with big glassy green eyes, fidgeting with his fingers and breathing through his nose. He still had marks on his face and the suit on.

"I came here the sooner I could." He whispered. "I was so scared"

"I'm fine. Just... The knee hurts a bit."

He looked scared to get closer. He was intimidated. But I needed him.

"Lando, come here please" I whimpered.

He crossed the room fast and sat next to me.

"I'm so sorry for what I did" Still, he seemed to be scared of touching me.

"Hug me, idiot, I won't break"

And he finally did. I hid on his chest and he carefully wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm so sorry" He repeated. "I was scared of losing you. I was so scared of Pierre and... I didn't realise I was pushing you away. I... I think I'm in love with you. And after today... I need you to now"

I needed some seconds to register it. When I looked up, he was waiting with tears in his eyes.

"Are you in love with me?" I asked with shaky voice.

"I'm in love with you"

My heart was beating so fast. I didn't feel the pain in my knee anymore. I could only hear those words in my head over and over again. I never thought they could sound so good.

These months of lessons, of hours and hours researching together, practices and failings, mandatory aftercare, hiding and sharing shy looks across drivers debriefs... Everything crossed my mind in a second. The only thing I could do was kiss him. I kissed him deeply, cupping his cheeks and slowly dragging my tongue over his lips. Have I ever said I love his mouth?

Lando kissed me back, pulling me close and humming in my mouth.

"I'm in love with you too. I didn't know how to tell you, I have been a coward and I'm so sorry"

"No, no. I'm sorry. I overreacted with Pierre and all. I'm really sorry about it. Danny almost beats the shit out of me after quali yesterday. And then I wanted to talk to you and you didn't want to see me and I thought I had lost you. And then you go and crash and have to be pulled out of the car by the medical team and missy, I almost have a heart attack"

I chuckled and caressed his cheeks. He was so pretty. So much prettier now that I knew he loved me.

"You are an idiot"

"I am an idiot"

And obviously, good things never last long. The door opened.

"Oh shit" Sarah was open-mouthed. Eve gasped behind her.

"Girls... I um... I can explain and..."

"You have to explain it, yeah. But not to us"

I didn't like the tone Sarah used a single bit. I think Lando could feel it too. We sat straight on the sofa and she came to us. When she passed me the phone, I almost drop it. Cold sweat formed on my forehead and tears picked in my eyes. No fucking way.

@.f1gossip: yes, it's @.landonorris and @yourinsta. They were together at the party after Max's win last week. Many people say they spent the whole night together and they made various trips to the toilet. What is going on between this two?"

↪@.landobiggestfan: omg.

↪@.helenloveslando: i knew she was up to no good.

↪@.f1_ln_gr: im in love with them

↪@.queenyn: oh YN, you fucked your career

↪@.schumifan: she only wants a dick, thats why she is here

pic from pinterest.

Sorry for the long wait, I hope you have liked it. I'm not super happy about it but well, the other chapters are already half writen so hopefully it takes less time. I'll try to make it up to you.

Next part: Breaking point.

#lando norris #sex ed #ln #fic #angsty

[fluffle-writes]

So, I saw your twst isekai idea post, and had IDEAS!

so I'm not super familiar with most of those series/fandoms, BUT...

What came to mind for me was Stardew Valley (since it's been on my mind recently). I don't know how familiar you are with the game, but I think that if he was isekai'd there, Jade would THRIVE as a farmer! I mean, he's got a green thumb and knows about plants. There's a mountain (with a mine), plenty of local flora to forage, and a possibility for a MUSHROOM CAVE on the farm. He'd LOVE IT!! Plus, the people in town are incredibly interesting - he'd never get bored there. And he's sketchy clever and resourceful enough to know how to get what he wants. His family are suggested to also be 'businesspeople', after all :)

Epel would also do just fine there, obviously. He already comes from a farming family, so I imagine he'd do a good job setting up an orchard in Stardew Valley.

On the other hand, I think that Idia would STRUGGLE in that situation. He's very clever, but NOT GOOD with new people, or much manual labour. And unless he already knew about gardening/farming/foraging/fishing/etc. from a game or series, he'd probably be totally lost on how to manage. (It would probably be pretty funny for us, but very stressful for him.)

(I put a buncha stuff under a 'read more' because I wrote. Many words lol)

I LOVE STARDEW VALLEY I'VE BEEN PLAYING IT ON MY SWITCH AND HAVING SO MUCH FUN OBLITHERATING PIERRE IN THE STARDEW VALLEY FAIR (I care about this a normal amount)

AND YESS FARMER JADE!!! OMG HE WOULD PROBABLY MAKE THE MUSHROOM CAVE HIMSELF BEFORE DEMETRIUS EVEN THINKS ABOUT SUGGESTING IT TO HIM!

Just,,, Demetrius showing up at Jade's house and being all 'hello I could set up a mushroom cave for you if you want' and Jade showing off his already thriving mushroom colonies completely filling the space lmao. I wonder if they'd be mycology buddies with how Demetrius is a biologist (iirc)

He'd love to forage in the surrounding areas and hike around the forests - and fishing! I remember him being super passionate about everything in the Camp Vargas stories he was in and I just love how he can get so happy when he's able to indulge in his interests.

(I wonder if he would mess with some of the villagers by swimming in the ocean in his merform... I may end up shipping him with Elliott if I think about that too much - typical bachelor on the beach falls for the mysterious merperson in the ocean typa story idk my brain is running away from me haha)

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EPEL WITH AN ORCHARD YES!

He would be in his element! I can imagine him with expertise from what his family taught him on his farm - how to selectively breed plants to make the best produce, how to graft two parts of heirloom species of plants together to get the best traits from both (like the roots from a tomato plant bred to resist root diseases and the stem from a plant that produces large, delicious fruits! I've seen a video about it and it was really cool lol)

And he has the type of face and vibe that I feel like would make older ladies fawn over him a little if that makes sense? Like Marnie, Caroline, and Jodi - their group. Like, he's polite because of his time with Vil, he's quite short and has a boyish face, he's hardworking etc. I can see him receiving cookies from Evelyn and stuff like that.

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AND LMAO IDIA SUFFERING HAHA

I'd say that he'd get along with Sebastian but I doubt that they'd end up meeting with how neither of them really go outside (I know from waiting outside Sebastian's door before I thought to look up his schedule online haha)

Idia's internal dialogue would probably be an absolute disaster haha - he is NOT built for this environment! There's too much focus on socialisation! And his noodly gamer arms cannot do farming! He would be having a Bad Time and it would definitely be funny to watch it pan out haha

At least there's a chance that he could have some meta knowledge due to the fact that he's a gamer. Maybe it'll be exactly like some sorta game from Twisted Wonderland called 'SunMist Hollow' (I just searched synonyms for that haha)

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #stardew valley #sdv #Twisted Wonderland crossover #twst crossover

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 19 - The Judgement of Twelve

It's so funny for them both to have plushies of their dads. It's also funny that I think Keke would genuinely sell those.

Because he's just that good-looking, popular, and awesome,

Obviously.

The girls are fighting. And yes, this entire scene is just... brilliant. I love you, Joris.

I love his conviction in Kerubim. Joris is too familiar with Bashi to argue with the guy, but if he met Lou? He'd be more upset about the divorce than Kerubim. He'd be crying at her as if the poor woman is his absentee mother who left to buy milk. It'd be a nightmare.

Even if he's still sad about the divorce, he cannot stop rizzing up women.

Joris 7yo: "Go tell your dad about it!"

Joris 600~ years later: "Are you, monsieur, afraid of children?", "[recites poetry as Ush dies]", "No, mr-called-me-a-kid-and-asked-for-the-real-owner-of-the-shop, this Wondrous magical amulet I just dangled in front of you, is not for sale. I can sell you and your brother a hat that fixes shitty hair as a consolation prize.", "Master Adamai... If we died today, it would have actually been shameful."

Joris, just like his father, and just like his grandfather, is an evil fucking cat.

Keke and Bashi are such good parents.

Joris has the same vibe as the German Boy From The Weed Cave meme. I also love how enthusiastic he is about protecting Keke's Honor.

He's so hyped up to be a hater.

I think as an adult, in Wakfu times, Joris plots Evil Schemes together with Kerubim and Atcham as a bonding activity. From "here's how we can make people spend more money in the shop" to "here's how we can Enact Revenge upon that motherfucker Pierre who opened the croissant place a block away and said Keke's baking is SHIT".

Atcham is there just because he loves being evil, Joris is there because he loves being evil and has a personal stake in Kerubim's self-esteem, and Kerubim is there because of Pride and Greed.

I think living next to them, regardless of what century it is, is actually unbearable.

This is like if two peas in a pod started yelling at each other for being green.

They are such good parents.

But also, unironically, I think Kerubim is probably very chill about Joris swearing.

He is already a very... relaxed parent, when it comes to both child safety and cleaning. I think Joris deserves one good thing to come of it, like being allowed to say bitch.

I guess, considering the fact that this seems to be a thing that's not supposed to be known by normal people: Simone and Julie have a very active night-life in taverns.

An interesting note is that, as we'll see in one of the future flashback episodes, the three evil grandmas are around the same age as Kerubim, Indie, and Lou, and had known Kerubim since they were all teens.

But, the extent of their actual involvement with Kerubim seems to be just watching him like he's The Truman Show. Which, tbh, I would do too.

This is what people call "coping". Perhaps even "seething".

Joris for all 600 years of his life: if i had a lame ass shitty father i would hype him so much. i would make him wait out side so i could go in first and be like get ready here comes the most specialest boy ever if you dont cheer and clap for him ill fucking blow this whole building up

He's so confused when Kerubim isn't winning and so smug when he does. Like he fucking raised that man himself. I can't.

Of course, he'd force him and Atcham to call him dad, (besides it looking weird, if he were to call two babies "papycha" and "uncle",) — that way, he gets to sound normal when he's hyping them up.

I need him.

Hate wins.

#ep19 #wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #ro liveblogs dofus

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Harvest Home Hexennacht & Wild Hunt: Happy Autumn Equinox

I don't participate in Wild Hunt activities because it's not actually a part of my practice. I barely even celebrate the Solstices and Equinoxes, honestly- and even then, what I do celebrate of them is really only to elevate HaShem and remind myself of its glory above all, as Creator and Sovereign of the Universe. I rarely actually have much that I feel is significantly practice oriented enough to really contribute to @msgraveyarddirt / @graveyarddirt's Solstice Squad activities as a result.

This year, though, I was busy when The Rents came due on September 1st and kind of forgot about them until the last minute because I was deep cleaning the Basement in early preparation for Rosh Hashanah. And so I didn't decorate on the first of Autumn like I usually do at seasonal shifts. I thought I'd take the time on the Equinox, then, to finish changing out my Summer Decorations for Autumn ones- even if it was a bit late.

Earlier in the week the door got a new Autumn wreath; I left my Summer wreath on last year through the season, because I wasn't too happy with any of the choices; Autumn decorations and I usually just don't vibe. I'm a Spring Creature through and through.

When I saw this one at Lowe's this year, however, I knew it was it for me; I loved how big it was. I also loved all of the green leaves on it, and the variety of small Pumpkins. The Pinecones are a bit of a weird addition, though, since those are very much a Spring thing to me? But it's whatever.

It goes surprisingly well together and it looks cute on the door (which desperately needs to be repainted at this point, but it's not my house). And that's all that matters to me!

And of course, since the Wreath went up, that means Pierre went out onto the stoop (then immediately got moved to the other side of the Breezeway where there was actually more room for him, ha); I still can't figure out why I love his stupid little face, but I do. I'm glad I invested in him instead of deciding not to like I almost did ... He just brings me so much joy every year.

This year I was actually able to pick him up and carry him up the stairs myself, even! A huge improvement in my strength, considering the bastard weighs about 30 pounds all on his own. Which is great, actually, because it means he doesn't blow away; a huge (and legitimate) issue I worry about with all the foam ones I always see for sale since the Breezeway gets so damned windy every year.

Then yesterday after work, my Husband took me out to get the finishing touches for inside- a few items of which I'd already picked up earlier in the week when I chanced across them at WalGreens while grabbing myself some Tylenol: A giant white light-up Pumpkin, and two smaller Pumpkins (one Orange and one Red).

For the rest, I bought the fairly typical stuff that I've been buying for the Mantle for every seasonal shift so far: Some fake flowers to make an arrangement out of, a new autumnal vase for them, and a leaf garland to go across the bottom.

I actually wasn't too sure if I was going to like it when I was picking it out. But it came together surprisingly nicely; I keep finding myself staring at the Mantle now, ha.

I did all the decorating while listening to the second half of Friday Night Shabbat Service online. Then lit the Shabbat candles when everything was up and decorated, said some Prayers, and then sat down with 'God in the Wilderness' for a bit.

I also reflected last night on the fact that I've been trying to be more active in my Homemaking, my Gardening, and my Payer Routine again since Rosh Hashanah, during the Ten Days of Awe; I want that to be my Segula, to bring me back into a state of comfort, and remind me of what I love doing and where I flourish the most- even if the house feels a bit oppressive at moments.

I didn't do any riding. No baking was done (except my Husband's Birthday Cake much later in the night before bed). Nothing special was really had ... It was just a quiet Solstice night for me; much needed, honestly, given the chaos that's unfolding for the next few days, starting from today onwards.

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piarles teen wolf au | drabble (? it’s 1016 words) for beloved @wolfiemcwolferson​ 

short introduction before you dive in, this drabble takes place in a sort of ‘canon divergence’ situation in s2 where derek is building his own pack and scott has got his ‘pack’. i don’t think you need to know teen wolf to follow the vibes, but it’ll help

Derek had told him nothing good could come of challenging the newest McCall beta.

The two packs had just reached a semi sort of peace, after months of taunting each other back and forth. Derek and Scott had agreed on terms and they had, tried to, stayed out of each others way.

However, there was something in the young werewolf’s eyes that was intoxicating to Pierre.

The last fight they had was when Pierre nearly lost himself in those eyes, nearly got defeated right then and there by the newly turned wolf. It’s odd. Even if their eyes glow yellow in their wolf form, this guy’s eyes still show green and orange swirls behind the luminescence of his iris’.

Charles.

Pierre knows he shouldn’t be walking down the street, his hands packed tightly in his leather jacket, a few good paces behind the guy. It’s weird. Creepy. All of the adjectives. However he cannot be faulted for wanting to make sure that the other guy arrives at his destination safely, right?

Charles hasn’t been turned all that long ago, and doesn’t always seem to have a grip on his new powers. It’s the only reason Pierre eventually got the better of him in their last fight, because Charles retracted his claws accidentally.

Pierre is just here to watch his back, that’s all.

It has nothing to do with the fact that Isaac told him that some kid from the Lacrosse team had asked Charles out on a date and Charles had accepted.

Nothing of the sorts.

But the guy in question is a douchebag and everyone knows that. Pierre would’ve thought that even if Charles himself didn’t know, Scott would, and that he would protect his precious new beta. Pierre was wrong in that regard, he found  that out when he heard that Charles was going through with the date, and Scott was letting it happen.

Pierre has no idea where they’re going or how long it will take, but he keeps his distance from Charles. He’s pretty sure Charles’ senses aren’t developed well enough to being able to identify Pierre purely by scent, but he stays out of the wind as much as possible anyway, just to be sure.

The feud between the two packs is immature and dumb, especially with all the other deathly threats they have to deal with on a daily basis, but Derek has made it pretty clear that he should stay away.

The problem is, Pierre doesn’t want to.

-

It isn’t until he reaches the middle of the Lacrosse pitch that Charles stops walking. Pierre is half under the bleachers, trying to keep out of sight. There’s lights illuminating the pitch. Not in the way like during a game, but certain parts are definitely lit up. Charles stills for a second, his hands are on each side of his body, the tension clearly in him.

Pierre watches as he turns his head to look over his shoulder.

“I know you’re there, Pierre.”

The words are whispered, but his wolf hearing makes them loud and clear for him, tingling his spine as his ears pick up the husky vibrations from Charles’ voice.

Pierre debates whether or not he needs to turn around and leave, but a feeling he’s got tells him to engage. To join Charles on the pitch and find out what he wants.

Pierre knows what he wants.

He emerges from the bleachers and takes the steps towards the pitch, and most importantly, towards Charles. He watches as Charles keeps his position, though he clenches and unclenches his hands continuously.

Pierre doesn’t know if he’s angry or-

He train of thoughts get cut of by the look on Charles’ face as he turns around to face Pierre. There is anger, yes, but there is also…

“You were following me.” Charles starts, Pierre wants to object but Charles puts his hand up. “No need to deny it, we both know it’s true.” Pierre nods in agreement, knowing he doesn’t need to lie right now.

“Now the question I’m left with is, why?”

Pierre could’ve expected that question, could’ve come up with a plausible answer a mile or two back, yet, he didn’t. So now here he is, in the middle of the Lacrosse field -he doesn’t even play Lacrosse, damnit- with Charles, of all people, staring him down. Charles. Sweet, innocent, gorgeous Charles. He says the only thing that’s swirling through is mind.

“To protect you.” Pierre says, simply.

Charles moves his hand in front of Pierre’s face and lets his claws fly.

“I can protect myself.” The other man answers, about as curtly as Pierre’s statement.

That unwinds something within Pierre. He smirks. “Oh, can you, now?”

Pierre throws up his arm, in an attempt to strike Charles.

Charles blocks it.

“Prove it.” Pierre taunts.

Charles grits his teeth in response.

With that, they’re throwing and blocking punches back and forth, sparring in the unnatural yellow lighting of the sports field. It isn’t long until they tumble onto the ground, which is wet and cold beneath them. Pierre is 100% pulling his punches, and he’s about 94% sure that Charles is doing the same. It’s as if they’re sparring. No, as if they’re performing.

Or, it’s foreplay.

Every time Pierre catches a glance of Charles eyes, flickering between the bright, wolf yellow and his human green eyes, his heart skips a beat and his blood rushes into a certain direction that isn’t helping him focus on the fighting at hand. It takes about another minute for Charles to get Pierre on his back in the dirt, Charles on top of him, pinning Pierre’s wrists next to his head. Charles’ eyes are still flickering, as if he’s fighting for control of himself, with himself.

Pierre smirks again while Charles is panting and catching his breath, tightening his grip on Pierre’s wrists.

“Good.” Pierre rasps.

“I think, you need to learn to shut your mouth.” Charles replies, still gasping for air a little bit. He couldn’t have given Pierre a better opening into asking for what he really wants.

“Make me.”

Logan! You asked for smut in the week of your birthday. You menace. I still don’t write smut but you can fill in the blanks ;) Happy birthday, my love! I hope you have the loveliest day, and that you’re going to be swallowed by all the love we’re sending your way. I love you! I hope you enjoyed this little thingie I wrote for you. xxxx

#happy birthday logan! #werewolfierre :blurry-eyes: #ficlets

[bonesandthebees]

Hi Bee!

Me and my friend @qtubbo were thinking recently about how would we divide the Eggs into Purgatory teams (leaving the vibes of the actual teams, just Eggs instead of players), judging only by their personalities, not their parents. And that’s what we decided on:

I am really curious what do you think teams would be like! Which Egg on which, how would they do, etc.

ooooo now that's certainly an interesting concept. the egg teams but based solely off the vibes of the teams and which one they'd fit on because of that.

looking at your teams, I almost wanted to say tallulah should've been switched to blue, but then I thought about it some more. while I don't know if I could see tallulah going full bolas gas mask mode, I can definitely see her latching onto the others and joining in on the group when they talk about being a found family and the power of love (ie: literally what bolas did). also, I like the balance of red with the apparent 'nerfs' like what bolas actually had during the event. tallulah with her 'asthma' and juanaflippa with her many ailments would function similarly to the perceived disadvantages bolas had in the beginning so I actually see that pretty well. richarlyson is a perfect fit for bolas he would love the gas masks and all that.

I also agree with blue team because you have several very strong personalities on there (dapper, ramon, sunny) who would likely be prone to going against pomme's orders, similar to how bad and pierre frequently went against what tubbo said. empanada is a perfect support role as well, which reminds me of how tina was one of the backbones of soulfire despite not being much of a pvper. good choices all around.

I'm gonna be honest I knew the least about the gay ninjas and didn't really watch much from their povs before they got separated into bolas and soulfire. I definitely like leo being the leader, and I like the inclusion of bobby and codeflippa because one of green's issues iirc was that they had a lot of strong pvpers but not a ton of cohesion (technically we know nothing of codeflippa's pvp skills but she's a code i'm going with the assumption she's good). I can also see leo struggling a bit in the leader role and wanting to do more of her own thing since that's not a position she's used to, like how even though etoiles is an amazing fighter and likes keeping things fair being put in a leader position isn't exactly his forte.

so honestly I considered moving some eggs around and then I thought about it some more and realized you were actually incredibly based in your choices lol

#ask #tubborucho

[heartshapedracetrack]

Okay so hypothetical scenario: f1 drivers actually read books (i'm not sure anyone of them does it actually if yes drop the recs guys)

What books would they actually read?

Well i've got my theories and i've actually put them into different groups (i was bored leave me alone) so here's something no one asked about

Group 1: Non fiction only!!;

Pierre: he'd read like the Elon Musk biography and would find it extremely inspiriational

Lewis: The why are you here Café and stuff like that, the Alchemist .. and everything about the inner child

Nico H: Power by Robert Greene (concerning book choice imo)

Group 2: Romance Readers <3

Lando: historical romance, bridgerton vibes , handsome knights and beautiful princesses, the ones with the ugly Covers, the ones that make you dream about being in love and being a damsel in distress

Lance: i don't know why but he would read Colleen Hoover, while drinking a glass of white wine and candle light.

Charles: he'd read one book a year but it would be about love or the very tragic ones . He loves depressing music so probably me before you is like his favourite novel of all time

Group 3 : Crime and Thriller because i'm a man

Kev kev: the hardcore scandinavian Thrillers, he's a girl dad he needs the variety

Checo: better read about it in a book than commit murder in real life i guess

Group 4: literary fiction

Oscar and Estie bestie: not necessarily the books that won any prices but books that are rooted in real life . Family issues , lone man on a roadtrip, that kind of stuff

Alex: the lighthearted literary fiction but the ones that also give you something to think about ..

Zhou: he'd drop the best recs i'm sure of it. Reads a lot and just good books..knows they are good before anyone else does

Group 5: gay fiction

Yuki: loves a good gay story, roots for the lesbians to finally get together

Group 6: fantasy

Nyck: the witcher, game of thrones.. started with Percy Jackson and now he's living in lord of the rings Land

Group 7: keeping it classy

Georgie boy ..who else

Group 8: magazines only

Fernando (when he's on the cover) and Carlos (when it's about golf)

Max occasionally

Group 9: doesn't read even in this hypothetical situation:

Logan

Valterri (he reads wikipedia articles though whenever he's bored)

#f1 #pierre gasly #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #fernando alonso #and the rest of the boys #can't tag them all #thinking about things instead of doing anything #which i should sjjskeke #anyway here are some uninteresting thoughts #books