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sopiao · 9 months

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can i request headcannons with the 141 and konig during a road trip? like a looong ass road-trip. nothing for a mission, just a little trip or vacation.

ooh i just got back from a 10 hour long road trip too!

(Callsign will be ‘Shark’)

Price would be the one driving, Soap in the front, Shark, Ghost, and Gaz in the middle row, while König gets the back all to himself. Sometimes it would cycle who would be in the front with Price since they all wanted to take turns sleep.

Since König is the big bitch he is, he gets the whole back row to himself. He can ‘shooonk’ and ‘mi mi mi mi mi’ all he wants. With his pillow and pink jaguar blanket someone lent him cause he forgot his (most likely Soap’s). While Shark is stuck in the middle, stuck between Ghost and Gaz.

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Price would have first dibs on the aux since he’s the driver. He’d only play songs that no one knows. Y’know the classics and his personal faves. No one gave him the aux since.

Soap would play songs that he likes, regardless of what anyone else thinks. ‘Shut up and drive’ by Rihanna, ‘Talk dirty’ by Jason Derulo, ‘Treasure’ by Bruno Mars. Will literally blast the volume at his favorite parts.

Occasionally Ghost or Gaz would yell at him to shut up, his only response being to turn the music up even louder.

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“I’ve got to go to the loo..” Soap asked. Price gripping the wheel and taking an audible and long breath in and out through the nose.

“We just left THE FUCKING STOP”

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During stops to restock on gas stations snacks or fill up on gas Gaz would get drinks he never finishes, it just piles up in the back. Shark got a bag of chocolate marshmallows, they later played basketball with it, Ghost’s mouth being the hoop.

Price would 100% do the dad-snack-hand from the drivers seat. While König got a whole tub of ice cream to eat in the back, just because he felt like it.

Soap actually got left at a gas station once. The car ride back to get him was quite.

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Shark’s gasp made everyone turn to attention since it was so quite and their gasp sounded so alarmed. Shark leapt across Gaz’s laps and looked out the window.

“Cow!” They pointed out towards the field of cows minding their business.

“Cow?

“Woooaaah”

“COW”

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König gets motion sickness very easily. Which is why he spends 60% of the car ride sleeping. But the times where he is awake, half the time he’s throwing up in a paper bag. Ghost having to throw it out while Gaz and Soap try not to gag. Shark is rubbing him on the back and giving him water to feel better :).

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Gaz would sleep against the car door, a pillow between him and the door, one leg would be across Ghost and Shark’s lap and the other would be on the middle console of the front. Sometimes Soap would have to nudge his dinosaur socks out of the way.

Ghost would claim he’s not tired at all, but is always the first one to fall asleep. Arms crossed and head back while he snores like a motor boat. First time this happened Price freaked out that he was dying, choking or something, and had Shark punch him in the chest.

He didn’t feel like sleeping after that.

Eventually when he does he’d be in the same position as Gaz, but both of his legs would be across Sharks and Gaz’s lap. Hitting the opposite door.

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“Would you rather fight 100 toddlers or—” Shark asked of the first thing that came to mind.

“A hundred toddlers” Soap interrupted them, no hesitation.

“I didn’t even finish the question—”

“Those kids are getting CURB STOMPED”

“No—”

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Going down a long path in the middle of the night. Practically in the middle of nowhere as the only thing keeping them company was yards of grass and mice that hid in little holes for the night. Everyone was fast asleep until they felt the car shift to a stop. They all immediately looked at each other after seeing where they were stopped.

“Let’s stretch our legs, been a while” Price explained, being the first to get out, turning the car off and the key out of the ignition. They were all still confused why they stopped suddenly, but they understood that hours of driving does no good for the legs.

Price made sure to turn the head lights off too. The rest of them thought that they’d just but in the middle of nowhere in the dark but they were frozen in amazement when they saw how bright the sky is, despite it being 12 midnight.

Without all the city lights and street lights to pollute the sky the night looked so bright. Stars that were barely visible, only a dot in the sky, were now shining and bright. In the city you could only see 6-7 stars 10 if your lucky, but right now it was like you could see till the end of the galaxy.

Not a word was spoken the entire time they were out. It was beautiful but also so surreal and bone chilling seeing how much space there is beyond this world. Every star a sun and every sun had at least 5 planets. There had to be at least one other life form.

Those 20 minutes were the most quiet but calming 20 minutes of the trip. Something they shared and saw together.

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waterloggedsoliloquy · 6 months

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mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely

mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena

mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us

mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]

mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys

mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker

mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die

mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree

mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world

mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!

mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all

mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens

mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys

mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way

mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what

mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife

mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband

mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me

mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve

mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,

mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol

mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport

mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.

mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!

mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back

mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]

mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho

mutual 4: WHAT

mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time

mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point

mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?

mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?

mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it

mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!

mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena

#cecil drawls #long post #i love you guys

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noyatv · 6 months

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𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲| senna!reader

chapter one: controversy

warnings: parental death, senna!reader was born in '93, adriane galisteu is your mom, mentions of death

YN Galisteu Senna, the daughter of the late racing legend Ayrton Senna, is set to join her cousin, Bruno Senna, in the 2012 season. The move has caused quite a stir in the racing community, as it marks the first time that two relatives of Ayrton Senna will be racing together.

Ayrton Senna was one of the most successful Formula One drivers of all time, having won three world championships during his career and is still remembered fondly by many fans. His legacy is now being carried on by his daughter and his nephew, which will surely bring much attention to the Williams team.

While YN Senna has had success in the lower levels of racing, there are some in the racing community that have voiced their concerns over her lack of experience compared to experienced drivers. However, the Williams team has expressed their confidence in YN, citing her family lineage and natural driving talent as a sign of her potential and ability to compete in the highest levels of Formula One.

For the Senna family, this is undoubtedly a dream come true. Ayrton Senna's racing career was cut short by his untimely death in 1994, but now his daughter and nephew will be able to carry on his legacy and compete alongside each other in the highest levels of racing.

No matter how well YN Senna performs in the upcoming 2012 season, the fact that she will be racing alongside her cousin, Bruno Senna, will make for an interesting story, and one that will be remembered for years to come. The move has certainly caused much controversy, but it is also a unique and exciting moment in the history of Formula One racing.

𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙿𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙶𝚀'𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟷 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙰

Q: How did you feel when you heard that Williams had signed you for the upcoming season?

Y: I was so excited and overwhelmed to be given the opportunity to join the Williams F1 team. It was a dream come true and I am so grateful for this chance.

Q: What is it like to be driving with your cousin Bruno Senna?

Y: It's amazing to be able to share this experience with my cousin. It's a privilege to be able to race with him. We have a great relationship and I'm looking forward to the season ahead.

Q: Do you feel any pressure to perform?

Y: I feel pressure to perform, but I'm also very confident in my ability. I'm confident that I can use my experience to succeed in this very competitive sport.

Q: What do you think will be the biggest challenge for you this season?

Y: I think the biggest challenge this season will be the learning curve. There's so much to learn from the other drivers and teams and I'm sure I'll face some difficult moments. I'm confident that I can overcome them though.

Q: What are your goals for the season?

Y: My main goal is to learn as much as I can. Ultimately, I want to be in the best position possible to one day compete for a Formula One championship.

Q: What is your opinion about people doubting your ability to drive in Formula One?

Y: Uh, I wish to prove their doubts wrong?

ˢᵘᶰᵈᵅʸ, ᵐᵅʳᶜʰ ¹⁸ᵗʰ, ²⁰¹²

ᵅᶫᵇᵉʳᵗ ᵖᵅʳᵏ, ᵅᵘˢᵗʳᵅᶫⁱᵅ

Qualifying had gone well; securing a p11. The walk to the Williams was brief, stopping only when I made it to my driver's room. I made haste to change into my suit. Time seemed to have sped up, only stopping when Bruno yelled at me. I walked over to where the car was parked. I got into the car, the engineers were talking to me. I didn't hear all of what they said, only warm and tires.

Time seemed to fly past, only stopping when the checkered flag waved only a couple hundred yards ahead.

"P6!"

"Where's Bruno?"

"He didn't finish due to a collision."

taglist:

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empty-cryptid · 4 months

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What if the Madrigals piled into a huge van and went to a mall?

Felix is the driver. He always brings along a bottle of water that Pepa always ends up drinking. He buys himself another one in the mall or begs Julieta for one. He likes to find new music to dance to or sheet music.

Alma sits beside Felix in the passenger seat. It's too hard on her knees to crawl into the back part of the van and she likes to be in a spot where she can see the whole family. She will usually meet an old friend for a meal or coffee, then shop with Julieta and Agustin when they get groceries. Everyone knows to meet them when the groceries are done to help load up the van because Julieta will send out a group text. This is the last thing they get done and they leave the city after.

Pepa sits behind Felix. She always forgets something and it's most often her water bottle, so she takes Felix's. She and Felix like to dance to Agustin's piano music if they see him playing in the mall. Felix will follow her around and carry her bags for her, even though she asks if he's sure he wants to do that. It makes him happy so she lets him. They'll help with the grocery shopping too.

Antonio sits beside Pepa and likes to bring along his stuffed jaguar because he isn't allowed to bring along any of his other animals. He has a system for who he spends time with and chooses a different person/group each time so that he can spend time with everyone. He always wants to visit the toy store and pet store, of course.

Julieta is on Antonio's other side and always brings along a large bag full of food, juice, water, and first aid supplies for the kids (and inevitably her husband).

Luisa sits behind Pepa. The far back seat is too tight for her to fit into and she wants to give the front bench to Antonio so he can sit with his mother. She likes to bring tea along for the ride and points out all of the farm animals in the fields.

Isabela sits beside Luisa. Isabela and Luisa usually end up hanging out together in the mall. They like to try on different clothes, check out the bookstore, and visit the gardening section.

Agustin's behind Julieta and beside Isabela. He almost always slams his finger in the door or hits his head getting into the van. Julieta and Agustin like to find a nice restaurant to have a meal together before they go shopping. Sometimes Agustin will play the mall piano for a little while.

Camilo sits in the far back seat behind Luisa. He's always got a prank or some other scheme planned for mall shenanigans. He usually drags Mirabel and/or Bruno into it. When he isn't planning schemes, he likes to visit the music store and Mirabel drags him to the craft store.

Mirabel sits beside Camilo and likes to bring one of her embroidery projects along for the long car ride. Camilo usually keeps distracting her with his plans so she doesn't get much done. She likes to stock up on her sewing supplies and likes the arts and craft store.

Bruno sits beside Mirabel and always has a huge coffee in his hand. Being outside of Casita is exhausting, never mind being in a huge mall. If he can get away from Camilo's plans, he likes to hang out with Dolores in the book store, music store, craft store, and pet store. He makes sure he's never alone in the mall.

Dolores sits beside Bruno and behind Agustin. It's usually the quietest corner of the van and she likes to watch outside the window as she listens to music through her headphones. If she isn't with Bruno, she likes to hang out with Luisa and Isabela.

#encanto #headcanons #encanto headcanons #modern au #this is currently a wip and may become a fic someday #felix madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #agustin madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal

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stagnation-if · 5 months

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Care to tell some facts about the ROs?

Dawn

She owns a car that she unironically calls Babygirl and that she loves more than anything.

She's also a bit of a reckless driver.

Dawn can't cook.

She's in her mid-twenties and was practically raised by her sibling Vex.

Most of their modifications prior to becoming a law enforcer/cop were taken care of by Dawn.

Her distaste for divinity is a bit spoilery but it isn't exactly new.

Dawn is a bit of a scaredly cat but she's also really good at forcing herself to do things that terrify her kfkskf

A few examples of this include street racing, waking MC up, being a hacker...

Bruno

Bonus: he's a huge Eris fan lol

Amara/Aiden/Asher

A and Dawn are friends and coworkers!

They work at the Speakeasy which is basically a bar where you don't order alcohol (you also order alcohol but ykyk) but VR.

A basically runs the place, though.

A's relationship with VR is really weird lol they use it from time to time and enjoy drawing whatever they see.

They're really good at drawing! It's not a major passion of theirs but it's something they enjoy and it relaxes them.

A loves cutesy things and tends to paint over the very cold and 'boring' designs of technology devices.

Dawn just calls it vandalism.

Vex

Vex and Dawn were never the richest people.

Their parents weren't really in the picture either so it's always been up to V to take care of their sibling.

Vex embodies the spirit of a mother and a father at the same time lol.

But they really give me tired dad™ energy tbh.

Vex loves taking care of their body (they don't enjoy making Dawn take care of herself that much tho).

Because of their many many body modifications, V is considered a cyborg.

Some of these modifications were a necessity. Others were V's choice^^

Eris

Eris became famous through her music when she was 16-17.

It's been a little more than ten years ever since.

And she's still a major example of a contemporary musician everyone knows and loves.

Eris also acts and models. She's beyond busy all the time.

Most don't recognize her when she's wearing one of her wigs tho lol

She's also a bit addicted to VR.

Seth

He really likes it when people touch/braid his hair🏃‍♀️💕

Seth isn't really bothered by change if you know what I mean?

He's readily embraced the future as a means of self-preservation.

But the Seth you'll meet in the past loved loved loved his sword.

(The one he kills MC with gkskgkd).

Seth is really good at math^^

#stagnation #stagnation if #a moonless #bruno #seth #dawn #eris #vex #ro facts

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pitconfirmbutton · 1 year

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what's in a last name | mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x oc (maria senna)

was the schumacher-senna fight going to be as competitive the second time around?

word count: 4.5k words warnings: death of loved ones, motorsport accidents, anxiety

not super happy with this one but wanted to get it out for y'all. most likely will be a part 2 :)

Ayrton Senna. Champion of 3 World Driver’s titles. Winner of 41 F1 Grand Prix. Holder of 65 pole positions. Driver for Toleman Motorsport, Lotus, McLaren and Renault. Father of one.

That one being Maria Senna. That’s me. I was born in São Paulo, Brazil on the 1st of May 1999. 5 years to the day after my father had died going into Tamburello at the Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari circuit in Italy.

I know what you’re thinking, that math doesn’t make sense. You’d be correct. My mother, Adriane Galisteu and my father had decided to try for children in 1994 and were unsuccessful. Ayrton wanted to be a dad more than anything in the world and as such they organised for IVF, a sample being taken from both of them. The crash happened and my mother swore she would never have kids, unable to face the pain of seeing even a tiny bit of Ayrton in someone else, wishing to never be reminded of the loss of him.

Life went on and my mother decided that she wanted to instead honour Ayrton’s legacy and as such the samples were used and 8 months and 24 days later, I was born. Maria Clara Senna da Silva. However, for most of my life, I went by Maria Clara Galisteu, hiding in plain sight. I had grown up hearing about my father’s talents and achievements, watching all his races on television. My cousin, Bruno would watch with me, placing me in a laundry basket and giving me a plate to steer with, copying his onboard footage.

My mother disapproved vehemently, not wishing to watch another loved one enter motorsport and succumb to the same demise as Ayrton. She knew she could not stop me from wanting to honour my father and my love for what he did. As such I began karting at the age of 6, Bruno taking me to his old karting track in between his British Formula 3 season. I adored it and picked it up quickly, feeling my happiest with a radiator to my left and an engine to my right. No one in Brazil compared to my talent, except for my close friend and “teammate” Felipe Drugovich. I say teammate lightly, his father helping me as a mechanic at karting races when Bruno was away.

Felipe and I got along like a house on fire, making our way to Europe together, both of us competing in Italian Formula 4 for the 2016 and 2017 seasons. It was here that I met some of my greatest friends; Marcus Armstrong, Juan Manuel Correa, Enzo Fittipaldi and Olli Caldwell.

It was also here that I met my biggest enemy, Mick Schumacher. I will be honest, but only because I’m telling you, I probably wouldn’t have hated him if it wasn’t for his last name. I was aware of my father’s battles with Michael, and this meant that I immediately held a grudge. I still remember him coming over to shake my hand, his bright red Prema hoodie making him impossible to miss. “Hey, it’s so nice to meet you, I’m Mick.” His hand suspended between us. “I know who you are,” was all I said, turning on my heels and walking back into the Van Amersfoort Racing trailer. “Spoilt brat” was all Mick whispered under his breath as I turned. I hadn’t told anyone who my father was and as such, I had no leg to stand on as to why I was angry at him. Chatting to Juan Manuel one day he had asked about Mick. “Why do you hate him so much?” I pushed my pasta around the bowl a bit. “I don’t hate him, he’s just so up himself.” “Wait, are we talking about the same person?” “Oh yeah, I forgot, it’s probably in your contract to protect the Prema golden boy.” “Give him a chance, Maria.” “No thanks.”

I was meticulous, always the first driver to the track and the last one to leave. I would go over data for hours, spend time with my engineers and walk the track as much as I needed. I was a winner and I was a winner because I put in more work than anyone else. Although in 2016, I placed second, the first loser to my number one rival, Mick Schumacher. But in 2017, I won.

2018 brought on a move to the FIA Formula 3 Championship, staying with Van Amersfoort Racing. I kept my friends and I kept my discipline. The way I held myself, trained, practised and raced brought the attention of a few driver academies. Nothing would have prepared me for the email I received halfway through 2018, the header filled with papaya orange and the footer containing the speedy kiwi. “I am taking us home, dad.”

2018 involved me coming second… again, to Mick Schumacher… again. I was beyond annoyed but I was able to move up to Formula 2 for 2019, moving to Prema of all places, alongside Mick himself. I was peeved but I knew the car was fast and I knew I could ignore him like I had the last 3 years. He was not going to ruin this for me now. With my McLaren backing, I had a real shot to get to Formula 1, I needed these super license points and I was ready to do anything to get them.

“Do you ever have fun?” Mick had said as he entered our driver’s trailer, watching me highlight my data and analyse a different graph on my iPad. “It is fun, you’d find it fun too if you won more.” I quipped back. He scoffed and sat down next to me at the table. I slid my notes and data up into a pile and put it in my bag, turning to look at him, arms crossed and an unamused expression on my face. “Can I help you, Schumacher?” I straightened my back, making myself seem scarier than I was. “Yeah, you can actually! I want to know why you hate me so much! You are friends with everyone, except me. Why?” He looked exasperated, flailing his hands around in a way that I had never seen before from the usually composed and cool-headed German. “You are just so entitled, Mick! Using your last name to get you wherever you need to go! Showing it off to the world like it is something to be so smug about. You know some of us had to work to get here, right? On merit and hard work!” I had stood up, knocking my chair to the ground, pointing down at him. He stood to match me. “How dare you, Maria! I can’t help that I am my father’s son and I cannot help that I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to make it to where I am. But you know what, I would give it all up, in a single second, if it meant that I got to talk to my dad one more time. If I got to hear him say he loved me one more time. So yeah, I have the most powerful last name in Formula 1 history, but I wear it like a fucking badge of honour because every day I go out on track, I can only hope to be half the driver that he was. That is something that you will never understand.” He was breathing heavily, piercing me with his blue eyes. “You’re not the only one with a father who is no longer here, Mick” and with that I stormed out of the trailer, ready to run the track 2 more times to purge my brain of the conversation.

I won that weekend, at the Hungaroring. A place my father had taken 3 wins in Formula 1. I smiled up at him on that podium, hoping that I was making him proud. I turned to my right, briefly looking at Mick, wondering if he thought the same thing every time he was on a podium too. I wondered if he was thinking about his dad’s four wins here in Hungary. I shook my head slightly, fighting to free the thought of how similar we were. I didn’t want us to be, but there was no denying it.

Five. That was the number. The number of wins that my father had taken here at Spa-Francorchamps. I was hoping to have my first. I knew Mick was too.

“Red flag, red flag, red flag!” My heart sunk. I had watched the two cars collide in my mirrors. The bright pink car turning to scattered pieces in less than a second. Being around motorsport for my whole life, I knew, I could tell. It was not good. And for the first time in my racing career, I realised that I couldn’t breathe. I’d never felt like this before. “Oh my god” was all my lungs could push out down the radio as I headed back to the pits.

“Everything ok, Maria? Do you have a puncture? You are traveling quite slow but we can’t see anything here on the data.” I couldn’t answer, I could barely breathe and I felt like my world was going to collapse. The 1st of May 1995 had come flooding back to my mind, but this time, instead of my father, it was my friend, a good friend at that. In that moment, as I sat in my car, finally back in the pits, I experienced the grief of my father’s death 24 years ago. An event I never had to mourn until now.

I was suffocating and suddenly my suit was too tight, my harness felt like vines trying to pull me to hell and my helmet felt like it was trying to kill me, compressing my head. I was clawing at my neck, unable to find my zipper or my helmet strap with my gloves on but when I tried to remove them, my fingers didn’t move. I told them to and they didn’t. I realised in that moment that I had been screaming, the sound so muffled by my helmet and the roar of engines, the blast of sirens and the chatter of people. But then my neck didn’t feel as constricted and when I lulled my head, I was staring back at Mick. He flipped my visor up, the breeze stinging my tear stained face. “Let’s get you out of here, ok?” And with that, my harness was undone and I was lifted from my car. My legs gave way and my sobs were so much louder now, Mick propping me up as he rushed me through the garage to our trailer.

I didn’t stop crying once, I was babbling nonsense as Mick lifted me to sit on a workbench in our trailer. “Can you take your helmet off?” He had asked, looking straight into my eyes, watching the tears flow. I shook my head, no, I couldn’t, I couldn’t even think right now. It took me about 13 more restricted breaths before I realised that my vision was becoming blurred and I could no longer distinguish Mick’s freckles from his complexion. He turned to wave someone over but it didn’t matter, I was out.

My eyes fluttered open, squinting from the harsh light that shone from the trailer roof. I moved my limbs slightly, feeling the hard massage bed beneath me. Turning to my left, I saw Mick. He hadn’t seen me wake yet but as I looked closer, I began to notice just how badly he was doing. He had his head in his hands, his shoulders moving occasionally, soft sobs echoing through the room. He was now back in his Prema hoodie and tracksuit pants, I had clearly been out for a while. “Mick.” I was surprised that my voice was even audible. He looked up and my heart broke and for the first time, I saw a scared boy. He no longer towered over me, he crumpled where he sat and his usually rosy cheeks looked pale and tear-stained. “Hey” was all I got from him. I stood up to sit next to him, transferring my weight from the bed to the bench that I had been propped up on not so long ago.

“Was it Anthoine?” I couldn’t look at Mick, if I did, I would break all over again. “Yeah. Yeah, it was. I am sorry Maria, I know you guys were close.” I nodded, looking down at my lap. “What.. what happened to you on that in lap?” He finally faced me. I knew he would have asked, I was always so fierce and composed, my breaking down was unheard of. I tossed my options up in my head but when I turned to look at Mick, I knew then that he could have asked anything of me and I would have. His eyes were watery but kind, not how I remembered them to be before that, always so beady and harsh. His hand rested on mine, softly to test the waters but then his fingers curled encasing my hand in his. I had to tell him. It was only fair. I knew he would keep my secret, if only because he knew my pain.

“My dad.” I was scared to say more than that but I knew it wasn’t enough to explain the situation. He surveyed my face, picking up on my need for him to continue the conversation. “It reminds you of your father’s passing?” He spoke timidly, without his confident facade, weary of upsetting me and ruining our first proper chance at friendship. I nodded in confirmation of his question. “He was a racer? He drove cars too?” Again I nodded, willing myself to finally speak any words. He smiled at my nod, resonating with the bond that children have with their father’s legacies. “Was he in NASCAR or Indy? Rally?” I could tell that Mick was racking his brain trying to place my surname. It was obvious that he knew all the F1 drivers and none of them shared my last name. “No. F1.” The way his head flicked towards me, trying to catch my eye to see if I was joking. I wasn’t. He was racking his brain for a question to ask, to confirm it. He wasn’t stupid, here was a Brazilian girl in front of him, the same age and there was only one possibility.

“Imola?” He leaned back, waiting for my reaction. I nodded. He didn’t react, just turned to look straight ahead, processing the information. “But, how could you be my age if-“ “IVF, yeah” I knew he would ask. He nodded again, seeing that it added up. “Does anyone know?” He turned to me again, his eyes softening. “No, no one, well except Bruno and my mother obviously. Not even Felipe does.” I sighed, it felt almost refreshing to be able to get this off of my chest and tell someone.

“I think in that car hearing the red flag called, that was the first time I properly grieved my father’s death. It had always seemed too far away and impossible but it happened again. I have never felt sadness like I have now.”

We sat together in silence until the team came and got us. It was only when Bruno, who had been acting as my manager during this time, gave me a weird look and I realised that Mick and I had been holding hands, finding comfort in one another as we processed the events of the day and the revelation I had dropped. Bruno’s look quickly softened when he realised just how upset I was, my eyes still watery and my skin pale. I thought at that moment, that I had hit rock bottom, that nothing would ever feel as painful as how my heart felt right there. But I think we both know that I wouldn’t be saying that if it was the case. Life has a way of kicking us when we are down and it kicked me hard.

Mick had messaged me throughout that week and over the next few races we had grown closer. Not friends just yet but we were amicable and I always felt his watchful eye on me. During interviews, training, conferences and racing I felt for the first time like I had someone ready to catch me if I fell. I showed my vulnerable side and through that, I had gained a confidante. He hadn’t told a soul of my secret and I was grateful. I suspected it was because he understood my desire to stay invisible, to be able to have the opportunity to rise through the ranks myself, a privilege, I realised, he never got. I had reflected on my comments towards him and had apologised, he knew now that I was merely projecting but I still felt bad.

The last race of the season was at Yas Marina, both F2 and F1 ending the 2019 season here. I was expected to win but I was only leading Mick in the championship by 7 points. It was close. I wanted to win and I hated all of the remarks from broadcasters and even my team of, ‘you can win the championship if he comes second and you get at least third, fourth or fifth’. I know they were trying to show me how possible it was, how I was right there, to win the championship in my rookie season and to be the first woman to win an F2 championship. I knew it settled my nerves, my engineer going over it all with me so that radio messages during the race made sense when comparing my results to Mick but I just wanted to be first. It was in my nature and no one would stop me.

As I walked through the paddock, my headphones in, the sound of rock pouring into my ears, I knew that I belonged here, stopping into the Mercedes garage, I quickly said hello to Lewis, who had been an avid support of mine, both on talent and my battle to overcome my diversity. He gave me a hug and a good luck and I was on my way again. As I walked the paddock, I became more and more aware of the eyes on me, engineers stopped what they were doing to point and whisper, broadcasters looking at me too. I was confused, obviously I was well known, I was leading the F2 championship currently but there had never been a reception like this, especially from the F1 teams who were always too busy (or too important) to care. I started my way back to the Prema motorhome, the stares starting to freak me out.

One second I was walking past a short alleyway between trailers and the next I was leaning against one, my shoulders being held and my eyes looking straight at Mick, his eyes filled with worry. The more I looked over him, the more I realised how dishevelled he looked, hair messy, face glowing with sweat and breathing heavily. “Mick, get off me. What is going on?” I stood up, straightening my hair with my hand. “I swear it wasn’t me. I would never do that to you. I promise. I’m so sorry and we will figure this out together. I’m by your side.” He muttered out, his ramblings so foreign compared to his usual composed and calm speech. “What are you talking about?” I hadn’t a clue what was going on. “Oh god. You haven’t heard yet, have you?” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, tapping through an app before passing it to me.

“I’m so sorry, Maria. I needed to find you before anyone else did and let you know” His eyes were wide and his brows furrowed, pleading with me to believe him. My first instinct was to be mad at him, be so furious that I kicked and screamed and threw punches but I just knew it wasn’t him. If my teammate was anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed them but we had lived such similar lives, I knew he couldn’t betray me like that. “I believe you, Mick.” His shoulder tension dropping at my affirmation of his innocence. “What do I do now?” I was genuinely clueless. I had always had a plan in life, everything following as I had planned, but now… I had nothing. “Let’s go back to the garage and see what we can do next, Rene can handle this.”

My hands had never been as sweating as they were sitting in that conference room. I looked around the circular table, Rene, Mick, Bruno and then myself, that was it. “It’s true, Rene. I should have told you and I understand if you are mad but I really was just trying to make it on my own. I didn’t want to wear my father’s name like a label.” He nodded and smiled. “I know, Maria, I know. What do you want to come from this?” He reached across the table and squeezed my hand, giving me a sympathetic thin-lipped smile. He was like a father to me and what I imagined it would be like to have Ayrton around still, he was always pushing me, always wanting me to do more, but he was so proud of my achievements and wanted the best for me. “I don’t want to say anything until after the race. Please.” He nodded. “No media until after the race, you decide then what your answer to everyone’s question is. Same for you, Mick, no media.” He smiled and then let it drop, remembering that him being excused from media was because my identity was being leaked. It made me smile a little if nothing else. “Also, I have spoken to a few people around the team and apparently one of the mechanics leaked this to the press. He overheard you both talking after Spa and wanted to make some money off of this. I am truly sorry, Maria. He was been let go of immediately and if you would like, we can pursue legal action.” All I could do was nod, what was done, was done. But it was race time and I needed to focus.

In true Mick fashion, I had gotten a fist bump and a smile and good luck before the race. The Prema garage was tense but excited. No one knew what was about to happen but they were keen to find out, much like we were too. I won’t get into the final race, if you are reading this, then you probably know the results and if you don’t, have a look on F1TV, it wasn’t a bad race, although I may be pretty biased. All I can say is that, as I jumped from my car, parked behind the sign with a one printed on it, I was on top of the world. I wasn’t thinking about my father, about my team, about my mother back in Brazil… I was actually thinking about the person driving the car that pulled up behind number two. Who sprung out of their car like there was a fire and who picked me up and twirled me around like I weighed nothing. Up on the podium, as the Brazilian national anthem played, I looked to my right and wondered if Mick had the same thought as me, the next generation of Senna and Schumacher, the future greats battling it out on track.

“Yes.”

“Sorry Maria, what do you mean?”

“I know what you were about to ask me, yes.”

“We were trying to do the math before an-”

“IVF. Any other questions?”

“Is it true that you like the second-generation Schumacher more than your father liked the first?”

Looking over my shoulder, Mick was graciously completing interviews and my heart swelled. I wasn’t dumb. I had known all along that my projection of my own fatherly situation and my supposed hatred of him was to mask how I really felt. That the first day we ever met, when he came over, Italy coloured hoodie on and introduced himself, it had been love at first sight. Nothing had changed and looking at him now, chatting away with pride after just narrowly coming second in the championship, my heart felt the same love.

“He wishes.”

The next season, 2020, Mick had won the F2 championship and I was spending my time as the McLaren reserve driver, beside Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris, soaking in every detail I could and trying to honour my father’s legacy as much as possible. 2021 involved Mick in Alfa Romeo with Valtteri Bottas and myself now in the second seat at McLaren with Lando Norris.

4 years with our teams, blood, sweat and tears both on and off track. A few pole positions and a few race wins, a few crashes and a few too many DNF’s (although if you ask me, 1 is too many). Our love grew and was tested daily but I knew that nothing was ever going to change how I felt about Mick. He was the smell of pine amongst the ice of Swiss mountains, he was the reflection the sun made on the sand underneath the shallow ocean water and he was the soft crackle that a fireplace made. He was my comfort and my support through everything. We were private but never secretive and I knew that if he asked me to give up racing, I would in a heartbeat but he never would, it wasn’t in his nature.

I looked up from my laptop, a soft knock rousing me from my work. “Are you writing right now? On your wedding day, oh my goodness, Maria, no!” Lily was standing there in her bridesmaid dress, hair curled and makeup on. “You need to get your dress on, Lewis, you were meant to be keeping her on track.” She gestured to the man lounging on a desk chair, who sprung into action at realising the time. “Shit, Maria, you need to get ready!” Lily rolled her eyes. “We are all ready to go, so dress on and let’s get you married, hey?” I nodded and slipped into my dress, Lewis helping when I called for him to do the zip for me. With my shoes on, I was ready to marry the love of my life. “He would be so proud of you, prodígio. I just know it.” I smiled back at him as we waited in the entrance room of one of the Schumacher ranch barns. Having converted the whole property for our wedding. White flowers adorned the area, small candles in jars and a line of luxury cars, it was us to a tee.

As I met Mick at the end of the aisle, I had to tilt my head back, stopping the tears that brimmed. “You look utterly breathtaking, Liebling.” He was in awe and I felt more beautiful than I ever had. “You don’t look so bad too.” “Wait, is it going to be Schumacher-Senna or Senna-Schumacher?” He furrowed his brows together, wanting to make sure his vows were correct, I chuckled. “Take a guess, Mick. The Senna name won a championship first.” We giggled with each other before the minister started his speech. All I could do was look into those beautiful blue eyes and know everything would be okay.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic

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wintergreenoreo · 1 month

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F1 x Basketball AU 🏎️🏀

I’ve been working on a basketball au with the drivers for a while but haven’t been able to work on it until now..ish 🥲 and so i did silly little graphics for now. Combining two of my favorite sports = favorite pasttime!

IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN LEARNING THE POSITIONS HERE ARE SOME QUICK EXPLANATIONS OF THEM 🙏:

Point Guard (PG): is typically the team's shortest player and best ball handler and passer. A scoring point guard regularly has the ability to shoot from three-point or mid-range distance. A facilitator-type point guard often has a high basketball IQ, or intuitive understanding of the game, and can see plays happening before they occur.

Shooting Guard (SG): are prolific from three-point range and long mid-range. A key aspect is having the ability to patiently wait for the ball and getting free, while others pass the ball around and finally get the ball to make the shot.

Small Forward (SF): They can do just about everything, from scoring, rebounding, handling the ball, passing, and the ability to defend. A common thread among small forwards is an ability to "get to the line" and draw fouls by aggressively attempting (posting-up) plays, layups, or slam dunks.

Power Forward (PF): often the team's most powerful and dependable scorer, being able to score close to the basket while also being able to shoot mid-range jump shots. Power forwards are also very crafty and have to be versatile on both offense and defense and are usually have good footwork in the paint and are able to force players into bad shots or blocking shots when guarding the paint.

Center (C): typically plays near the baseline or close to the basket. They are usually the tallest players on the floor. Centers usually score "down low", or "in the paint" (near the basket, in the key). The goal of centers is to create possessions, and, therefore, opportunities to score, by rebounding and trying to stop the other team from scoring in the paint.

Rookie (R): fresh off the bench and now a permanent part to the starting lineup.

In this Au, I combined the “junior” teams with their respective top teams (except for HAAS in this they merged with Alpine cause let’s be honest… Alpine need the extra help to actual stay an organization so HAAS agreed to merge).

🏀TEAMS🏀

Milton Keynes Red Bulls 🐂

Bench players: Isack Hadjar, Pepe Marti, Ayumu Iwasa

Coach: N/A (Complicated)

Maranello Golden Stallions 🐎

Bench players: Antonio Giovinazzi, Robert Scwartzman, Theo Pourchaire

Coach: Frédéric Vasseur

Brackley Silver Stars 🌟

Bench players: Frederik Vesti, Doriane Pin, Kimi Antonelli

Coach: Torger “Toto” Wolff

Woking Papayas ✴️

Bench players: Ryo Hirakawa, Gabriel Bortoleto

Coach: Andrea Stella

Silverstone Angels 🪽

Bench players: Felipe Drugovich, Tina Hausmann

Coach: Mike Krack

Enstone Avalanche 🗻

Bench players: Pietro Fittipaldi, Victor Martins, Abbi Pulling

Coach: Bruno Famin (Interim)

Every choice for who I made the starting five and which position I made them are very deliberate. All were based off of who I think each team would start and what role would fit with their skill set. Also taking into their personalities a bit as well.

When i get the time I wanna expand it a bit more but for now this all i got.🥲 Hope it all makes sense. 🙏

Sports nerd fr ❤️

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just to add on to this, agree with what you're saying, and I find it not funny exactly that it was almost a Jenson Nico line up, when Brawn were changing to Mercedes, Jenson said he would've stayed if they could promise a car with a similar performance, but when Brawn switched over, Mercedes wanted an all German driver line up, hence why they brought Schumacher back and we had Nico/Michael for 3 years and Jenson ended up at McLaren

I do think a Jenson and Nico line up would've been interesting, I don't think Jenson would've played the sort of stress and mind games that Michael did to Nico (at least none of Jenson's teammates have ever said he was like that, that I know of)

Jenson was a dream of a teammate to have (which makes Lewis causing pretty much all the Britclaren drama all by himself very funny). As much as Jenson was prone to pranks, it was cross-grid and never singled out his teammate. He also had some absolute nightmares of teammates early on his career, including:

- Ralf Schumacher, his first teammate, a walking red flag and very big on the psychological warfare, totally unnecessary with a rookie he was greatly out-scoring.

- Jarno Trulli who was a good egg but so much favoured by Flavio Briatore that even though Jenson outperformed him, Flavio fired Button and declared Jenson “just a lazy playboy” (he was replaced by Alonso).

- Jacques Villeneuve who said he should be in a boy band, not F1, and refused to speak to him. (We can read a lot into his gentle bullying of Nico for being pretty - probably that he was projecting anxieties from when he came into F1).

These were all people that Jenson extended kindness to, despite receiving nothing in return. He eventually even won over some of them (including Villeneuve). In the same circumstances, most rookie/early career drivers (including Lewis) learn to give as good as they get but Jenson really took the Waymond Wang approach to it and used kindness as his defence. He also lent into the playboy thing and made some unfortunate comments about potential female F1 drivers he had to walk back later in his career.

But the teammate who had the most influence on Jenson’s teammate persona was probably Rubens Barrichello. Rubens was eternally polite and deferential (somehow avoiding the Brazilian drinking water) and the ultimate grid-Dad, willing to sacrifice his race to support Jenson and the team. Seriously Barrichello was grid dad to:

- the entire Brazilian mafia as we used to call them (Massa, Da Matta, Bruno Senna, Lucas Di Grassi)

- Nico Hulkenberg and Christian Klien

- Pastor Maldonado

- Jenson himself

This had the effect of turning Jenson into a pretty impressive grid-Dad to Checo and K-Mag. In fact, all of these people who had the chance to be grid Dads have been great grid Dads and even produced further grid Dads (Rubens-Felipe-Valtteri-Zhou is a chain).

He ended up being pretty guarded when Lewis was his teammate (bitch tweeted his telemetry!) and had a very much laugh it off approach to attempts at psychological warfare. There was never a chance of being a grid-Dad to Lewis who had learnt from the Alonso school of hard knocks to bite and scratch, and couldn’t identify when it wasn’t necessary.

So yeah, Jenson was basically the best teammate you could get on the grid of that era, other than maybe Heikki Kovalainen who is the kindest, most sportsmanly, lovely and calm human that motorsport has ever produced. I still remember watching him calmly extinguish his own vehicle in the tunnel in Singapore (the marshalls couldn’t get there so they passed him a fire extinguisher), waving to the fans once he was finished. Jenson might have done some gentle pretty-boy ribbing but other than that he would have been a nice guy to be paired with, for Nico or anyone.

#nico rosberg #jenson button #lewis hamilton #rubens barrichello #ralf schumacher #jarno trulli #jacques villeneuve #heikki kovalainen

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sims4cars-breezemotors · 25 days

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“Still a class apart”

1987 Mercedes-Benz 300TD 🇩🇪

There have been few automotive ranges quite like Mercedes-Benz’s W124-generation E-Class. Simple yet effective, appealing to taxi drivers and titans alike, it embodied everything a medium-sized saloon range should, without excess frippery or concessions to passing fashion. This simple, square-edged design offered good sense and solidity, and over a twelve-year production life endeared itself to almost everybody who experienced it. Known as the T-Modell in German, with ‘T’ being short for tourism and transport, it was styled by the company’s design department led by Bruno Sacco and came with a generous load area behind the back seats and several technical changes, such as the repositioning of the fuel tank that was installed behind the rear seat backrest in the four-door model.

Available since April 2’nd for “No Limits” and “All Inclusive” tiers exclusively.

Model with HQ interior, open/close doors, trunk and functional light.

Go and join my Patreon!

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims4 #sims4car #the sims 4 cc #the sims 4 custom content #thesims4cars #the sims 4 cars #sims4vehicles #the sims

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venicemermaids · 3 months

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Hi! Here's some stuff about a celebrity-themed AU I've been formulating in my head since last year. I'll probs post more later when I'm less sleep deprived :')) I do have major ideas though, so hope you like 'em!

☆ passione is a modelling agency/magazine ran entirely by diavolo. it's one of the most famous companies in the world, and also one of the more relaxed ones. technically diavolo's twin brother doppio and doppio's now wife donatella helped form it, but they all agreed it'd be easier for diavolo to head it. doppio works as a photographer there, while donatella is a model.

☆ the joestars are essentially the hilton family of this au. most people know their names because they're famous in their own fields outside of the family. for instance, jonathan is an archeologist, dio (who is now a biological joestar) is a lawyer/agent/manager, jotaro is a marine biologist with several documentaries under his belt, and so on.

☆ if the joestars are the hiltons, then the part 8 higashikatas are the kardashians. they have their own reality TV show chronicling their lives, known by all as keeping up with the higashikatas. some major specials were jobin and mitsuba's wedding, the twins' (rina and joshu) sweet sixteens and later daiya's, kaato being released from prison, and hato's explosive break-up with tamaki damo.

☆ elizabeth is still married to george ii/jorge joestar, and she has her own fashion house known as lisa lisa. working under her are caesar zeppeli and suzi q, who both have their own ideas on which direction the brand's image should go. their rival is kars and the other pillar men's own label. (unnamed as of right now)

☆ diego is jonathan and dio's younger stepbrother through his mother marrying their father when diego was a kid. diego had always been closer with jonathan, while he always had a tense relationship with dio. as an adult, diego is a professional driver and looks after his nephews; dio's own sons.

☆ jolyne has an underground band with ermes and f.f. called the stone frees! they perform at a grungy venue known as green dolphin, named for its famous neon green dolphin sign. outside of performing, they're usually seen hanging out in ermes' sister gloria's restaurant. they tend to give it free publicity where they can.

jolyne also goes by cujoh in an attempt to distance herself from her father, and to prevent herself from being accused of nepotism.

☆ johnny was a former movie star who quit performing after a major accident rendered him unable to walk. his father hired a physical therapist for him named gyro zeppeli, and barred him from any other visitors out of a sense of shame. however, johnny's older brother nicholas tends to allow guests to see him anyway when their father's away. johnny also keeps in contact with rina higashikata, but that's a secret!

☆ josuke (no relation to the part 8 higashikatas) is an aspiring hairdresser/celebrity stylist, and he often asks to practice on other people. he religiously reads the cinderella magazine for tips and ideas on what to do next and his idol is aya tsuji, who he dreams of working alongside someday.

☆ gappy is yoshikage and kei's younger brother. he's not technically a celebrity, but he often shows up on kuwth due to being childhood friends with joshu and rina. people often joke about him being their missing triplet, though he always denies it. he does see the higashikatas as a second family, however.

☆ giorno is a model under passione, which he joined beneath his father's nose at both diego and his best friend perla's suggestion. when dio found out, he demanded for giorno to allow him to be his agent due to his superior connection. refusing, giorno instead left to live with diego whilst bruno bucciarati became his agent instead. the two people who oversaw giorno's casting were man x (will be referred to as michel) and polpo.

☆ after giorno left, dio began to acknowledge his other three sons; donatello, ungalo, and rikiel. he began with taking custody of donatello, and pushed him into joining a modelling agency as well. he manufactured a rivalry between donatello and giorno, though giorno's more interested in saving all his brothers from their father's influence than anything.

☆ jodio and dragona are both popular on social media. dragona enjoys posting ootds, makeup tutorials, and storytimes, whilst jodio does (awful) skateboarding tricks and skits. sometimes he'll join dragona's storytimes and makeup tutorials, or they'll both do various challenges and skits together.

☆ more stuff to come later!

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jojo headcanons #jojo au #jjba au #celebrity au #jolyne cujoh #josuke higashikata #giorno giovanna #jodio joestar #dragona joestar #johnny joestar #gappy higashikata

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bodorogi · 1 year

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Prize Giving Ceremony | Felipe Drugovich

warnings: none really, fluff, maybe mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.8 k

note: special thanks to my friend and editor @clemswinecorn4r, who helped me so so much and without her I wouldn’t have finished this in at least 2 years.

I looked up at the gorgeous building that the annual prize giving of Formula 2 and Formula 3 was held in. Our team; MP Motorsport, won both the team’s and the driver’s championship this year and I had no choice but to attend. Not like I mind showing up in a nice dress in Monaco to have a taste of the rich life. As I stepped inside, I could already see Ollie Bearman chatting with the Leclerc brothers all three sipping the champagne that is given out at the entrance.

“Did you know that the drinking age here is 18?” I asked Ollie after the brothers left us.

“I’m really close to 18, okay?” he replied.

“Like 6 months?” I asked with a huge smile, remembering how drunk he got at a club after Monza.

“Closer than you are!”

“Young man, you are being rude.” I nudged his shoulder.

“You started it, old lady.” he chuckled. “But doesn’t matter how old you are you still look good.”

“Thank you, Ollie, you look handsome.”

“I’m guessing you have to go.” he after spotting the golden boy of my team in the background.

I made my way over to Felipe Drugovich, winner of the Formula 2 championship this year, and the one that I had to stick with the whole evening. He looked lost standing in the hall, all by himself. His expression changed as soon as he recognized me. He looked like he found who he was looking for.

“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked me after greeting me with a hug.

“I don’t know, just chat around, you know.”

“Chat with who?” he stared at me, terrified with big eyes.

“I don’t have a list of people you have to talk to. We could introduce you to some new people maybe?” Felipe gave me the same horrified look. “Or… we could try to find some familiar faces from MP or even some Aston dudes?”

“Who is coming from MP?”

“Umm… Not sure, they only told me about is Sander Dorsman.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“You must be right. How about we talk to Victor Martins? I see him just now.” I nod in the direction of the Formula 3 champion.

“Do we really have to?” he asked me with a tortured look.

“I will help if it gets dull. That’s what I am paid for.” I grabbed his elbow and dragged him towards a group of people.

“Ah, here is our other star! Hello Felipe how are you?” asked Bruno Michel as soon as we arrived.

“Excellent, thank you.” said Felipe with a flawless smile, and then giving me a side-glance, that could kill. I always find it difficult not to giggle when Felipe is forced to socialize. He always needs somebody by his side, but he manages to do the job just fine himself. I’ve known him for three years now, and I had stood next to him countless times on occasions like this one, supporting him.

I took a sip of the champagne I’ve been holding since my arrival and finally took my time to check him out. He took things casually, but I could still see that he put a lot of effort into his appearance. I even thought he made a great decision with choosing a black shirt instead of a traditional white one.

There was something unusual about him that I just couldn’t figure out. He was glowing in a way. He looked like he was enjoying the conversation I dragged him into. Something I never thought would happen. Or maybe, after countless occasions he was able to fool even me into thinking he enjoyed himself. That thought disappointed and scared me at the same time. After complaining for almost a whole year about how much he missed my assistance while he was with another team, he was fine. He applied the techniques I taught him to deal with anxiety, subtly fidgeting, while keeping that perfect smile on his face the whole time.

It reminded me of something I wanted to keep out of my mind; this is my last time working with him. He won the championship, and he is leaving. I have known that for a while but it never hit me as hard as that moment. Highly unprofessional of me to be upset about it. But somehow, in the last three years we have grown a bond, making us more than just work mates. I really liked him as a person, as a friend.

His laugh snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked around and everyone was looking at him, with bright smiles and some even politely laughing. But his eyes were glued to me. I had absolutely no idea what joke was made, but it looked like Felipe was the one to make it. And I was supposed to laugh too. I didn’t even realize that I lost my smile somewhere in my thought process. I took a sip again to hide my embarrassment as everyone carried on talking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Felipe still looking at me confused, but I chose to act like nothing happened.

With more and more people to arriving, and the small circle we were standing in, started to grow bigger and bigger, as everyone wanted to join the two champions. Finally, Laura Winter stepped on the stage and asked everyone to find their assigned seats and get ready to start.

The MP family’s table was right in the middle, visible to everyone in the room, alongside ART and Prema. The three teams that clenched a title this year. I sat down right next to Felipe and Jen. Everyone was politely chatting to their neighbors, or in some cases to somebody that was sitting on the other side of the table.

The lights got dimmed, a signal that the ceremony will begin shortly, and everyone finished the sentence they have started.

Felipe looked at me, smiling, enjoying the spotlight for once, but with fear in his eyes. Without words, I reached for his hand under the table and pulled it into my lap to hold with both of my hands. His eyes widened with surprise but he held my hand and squeezed it twice. I started playing with his ring, which seemed like a reasonable way to pass the boring moments, but I just ended up not paying attention, and not clapping when I was supposed to. And Felipe didn’t clap either. Seeing me terrified, he untangled our fingers and just placed his hand on my thigh. I hesitated, but put my palm on the back of his and, not wanting to let go of his touch.

“It is definitely easier to clap this way, right?” he mumbled so only I could hear.

I would lie if I gave any opinion about the ceremony, since I don’t remember anything other than Felipe’s thumb circling on my skin. I also remember feeling cold when he sometimes took it to clap, and once when he went to collect his trophy.

Once everyone got their awards and trophies, they asked the stars of the evening to gather for pictures. Felipe stood up and when he realized I wasn’t planning on joining him he bent down to whisper in my ear: “Are you seriously not coming with me?”

“Well… Uh, you have company, and I only have to accompany you when you would be alone otherwise.” I suddenly forgot how to speak English when he pressed a kiss on my cheek and said “You are an idiot. I want you to come.”

I closed my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts. I slowly stood up and face Felipe, him holding his arm out signaling for me to cling ono him. And I did.

“Looks like someone is very quiet this evening.” he murmured with a mischievous grin.

“Looks like someone decided to be unhinged this evening.” I responded, suddenly finding my voice.

“I have to shoot my shot, you know. I live on a rock that spins really fast.”

He guides me toward the few people that are already at the couch that they decided to use as a photo-corner.

“Felipe! Congratulations, I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” said Fernando Alonso, greeting Felipe like an old friend. “And sorry, who are you?” he asks looking at me.

“Felipe come, please!” the photographer shouts, and as Felipe excuses himself, I am left with Fernando and George Russell, both staring at me, waiting for me to introduce me.

“Oh, sorry, how rude of me. My name is y/n, I work for MP Motorsport, as a social media manager basically.” I shook both of their hands.

“I knew you looked familiar.” George exclaimed. “You have been in this position for some time now, right?”

“For three years now, so yes, you could say.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I believe we have to go.” Felipe placed a palm on my lower back and guided me towards the exit.

“We can’t just leave Felipe! Half of these people are here to celebrate you!” I yelled at him as soon as he opens the door for me.

“But I want to be with you.” he said in a low voice.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“One?”

“Are you asking me this? Or are you asking yourself?”

“Why are you trying to change the subject? y/n, we really need to talk.”

“It can wait. Don’t get me wrong, I know we have to, but this is not an appropriate time.”

“Why? I have waited months and honestly, I feel like I wasted these months.”

“Months?” I felt my heart dropping to my stomach.

“Yes. But now we won’t be working together anymore. y/n, I think I am in love with you. And I hate the thought of you being away from me. Which may sound a little selfish, but I was hoping you would feel the same. So would you go on a date with me?” he asked anxiously while stepping closer to me.

“Felipe…” I breathe out.

“y/n, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. No pressure or anything, I just really wanted to tell you, okay?”

“No, it is not like this. I just don’t even know what to say and I really want to kiss your right now.”

And I did kiss him. Or perhaps he kissed me? Or perhaps it happened at the same time. It didn’t matter, because as soon as our lips met there was no way back. Suddenly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. I felt that this was right. He was right. I arrived to the destination I didn’t even know existed. It was home.

“You’re shivering. Let’s go back and from now on if anyone asks, you are my date.” he pulled me in for another kiss.

“That’s so stupid.” I said with the widest grin ever.

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Formula 1: Report: Mick Schumacher could change racing series - Wolff comments

No more formula racing for the time being? According to a report, Mick Schumacher could switch to a French manufacturer's sports car program. That would also mean: He would probably start at Le Mans. According to a media report, Mick Schumacher could initially leave Formula 1 after this season. As the trade magazine Motorsport aktuell wrote, the 24-year-old son of record world champion Michael Schumacher could switch to the sports car program of Renault subsidiary Alpine in the coming season. Mick Schumacher would then compete, among other things, in the legendary 24 Hours of Le Mans. Manager Sabine Kehm did not want to comment on the speculation when asked by dpa. It is clear that the chances of returning to a regular Formula 1 cockpit are currently very low. Most of the places have already been taken. A possible commitment to Williams was repeatedly discussed, where the American debutant Logan Sargeant is struggling. However, his team boss James Vowles recently made it clear that there were no negotiations with other drivers. Wolff: Schumacher can remain a substitute driver Mick Schumacher is currently employed as a replacement driver at the German factory racing team Mercedes, and the contracts of the two regular drivers Lewis Hamilton and George Russell were recently extended. “It would still be a shame if Formula 1 lost the Mick,” Mercedes team boss Toto Wolff told Sky in Singapore on Friday. However, the Viennese also made it clear that Schumacher could remain a reserve driver for the Silver Arrows if another commitment permitted this. “It doesn’t matter what phase of your life you are in, you can never be sure that it will work out the way you imagine,” Mick Schumacher recently said in a conversation with the German Press Agency. “Of course you think about it: what will I do if it doesn’t work?” he answered a similar question. As auto, motor und sport wrote with reference to the sister magazine Motorsport aktuell, the Alpine management around sports director Bruno Famin is said to have already contacted Schumacher and his management. Supposedly the chances are not bad that he could join the squad as one of the regular drivers. Glock on Schumacher's future: WEC would make sense Sky expert Timo Glock sees this as a sensible alternative to Formula 1 for Mick Schumacher. "It makes sense. He has to choose a racing series in which the cars are correspondingly fast and the technology is similar to Formula 1. Of course there would be that too Indycar series in America, but then you would no longer have a foothold here in Formula 1, but you would have to put your entire focus on America. Therefore, the WEC would be included. "These cars make sense in the end. But let's see what happens."

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The Girls Part 1: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credit to Luca Bruno/The Guardian

Word count: 3,325

Written by raelee / Posted May 13

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“I missed you,” he murmured into my ear, arms wrapped tightly around my body. This is how it always went. He never wanted to let me go after we hadn’t seen each other for weeks.

“Y/N.”

“I missed you more,” I whispered into his arm, giving it a soft kiss.

“Not possible,” he squeezes me, a giggle escaping both me and him.

“Y/N.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost six.”

“Mm, I should be getting up now so that Lando doesn’t see that I didn’t sleep in my room.” My words contradict my actions as I snuggle back into his arms.

“No,” he whines, then sighs. “I wish we could just tell him.”

“You know how that would go, Charles. He’s way too overprotective of me, and it would mess with your friendship.”

“My relationship with you matters more than my friendship with Lando.”

I sit up in the bed, his arms loosely falling around me. He watches as my feet press against the hotel carpet, rising to put my clothes back on.

“Y/N.”

“Hey,” his voice is tender as I pull my shirt over my head.

“Yeah?” I search for my keys.

“I love you.”

I pause. I really wish he would stop telling me that. He tells me that he loves me, he tells me that he cares about me, he tells me that he wants to be with him, but he knows that I can’t fully commit to him.

My hand snatches the keys from the dresser. “I’m not coming to the race next weekend. Good luck, Charles.”

The hotel room door slams shut behind me.

“Y/N!” I snap out of my thoughts to see my co-worker, Kylie, looking at me, an expectant look on her face.

“Uh, yeah?”

“I was trying to get your attention for like five minutes,” she responds, exasperated, then her face transforms into one of concern. “Is everything okay?”

Sometimes that happens. Sometimes I zone out, imagining what happened and what could’ve been. I wonder if I told Lando about my relationship with his rival, would he really have cared as much as I thought he would’ve? If I stayed in bed with Charles that morning, would I have called him three weeks later when I got the positive test back?

“Um, yeah,” I nod, noticing that she’s still not convinced, so I decide to tell her one of my other concerns. “Ada just has a bad diaper rash.”

“Oh no,” she pouts, then remembers our activity from the prior night, “How did my two favorite girls enjoy the park last night?”

“They always love it there,” I grin, the twins’ happy screeches playing through my head. “What were you trying to get my attention about?”

“Oh, the owner is coming in on Friday so Franny wants us to start making sure that everything looks good.”

I roll my eyes. This isn’t my favorite job that I’ve ever had- in fact, my favorite job was when I had time off between my A levels and college and I was able to travel with Lando to some of the Grand Prixs, acting as his little sister and private assistant. I loved being able to travel and see all of the different countries and cultures with my closest sibling.

But, this job pays the bills, and that’s what I need right now with me and two babies to feed, rent and supplies to pay for, and my college fees. I can find something that I love more once I graduate and get my degree in journalism.

“Sounds good.”

“Hi, how were they?” I ask the babysitter as I close the apartment’s front door behind me.

“They were great, as always,” Cheyenne looks up from her textbook, giving me a braces-filled smile. Everyone thought I was crazy for hiring Cheyenne to look after my two month old babies when I had to return to work and school- she was fourteen years old at the time and only had experience babysitting her cousin’s nine year old daughter.

But I didn’t have a lot of options. I moved to my current city for university, my friends have classes or work when I would have needed them to babysit, and I don’t really want help from my family by chance they notice the resemblance between my daughters and a certain Ferrari driver.

And when I saw the way that Cheyenne looked at the girls with pure adoration, I knew she was the perfect person to look after them.

“Do you need any help?” I ask, noticing that she’s working on her English homework.

“I don’t think so, we’re just learning about citations right now,” she makes a dramatic face and I giggle. “I should be heading home, though. They went to bed closer to eight.”

She makes her way out of the apartment and I close the door behind her, slipping off my shoes. I open the door to the room that the girls share, seeing them tucked into their little beds. Ada’s chocolate brown curls rest softly on her polka dot pillow, long eyelashes complimenting her button nose and closed walnut-colored eyes. The matching polka dot duvet is pulled up to her chin and her body lays completely still under it, like she’s a board.

My body awakes to the feeling of falling into clouds, velvet wrapped tightly around my naked form. My arm flings to the side of the nightstand that holds my phone charger, ready to grab the device to check my notifications.

Instead, it hits human skin. A face, actually. The face- well, I guess the person- groans in response.

I roll over, expecting to see a stranger, someone who I just shared the night with, so we can maybe go for one more round, exchange pleasant goodbyes, and be on our way to never seeing each other again.

But I recognize who I’m laying next to.

Charles Leclerc. Driver for Scuderia Ferrari. Number 16. Someone who my brother has been racing against since their younger years, the competition sometimes getting just as heavy as their friendship.

Lucy, on the other hand, is sprawled across her bed, one little arm up and across her pillow and the other arm hanging off the side of the bed. Her straight honey blonde hair- God knows where she got that from- drapes across the pillow, hiding the unicorns beneath. Her jaw drops, making her face look even rounder than it usually looks, and her eyes are clenched tight, keeping those beautiful hazel eyes out of view.

I expect some sort of reaction from him. Maybe a look of shock, horror, distress, regret, anything besides the one that I see. A smile spreads across his face once we make eye contact and he buries the side of his head deeper into his pillow.

“Good morning,” he greets me.

“Charles,” I whisper-shout in utter shock. I don’t know why I’m whispering in the first place- this just feels like something you have to whisper about.

His smile fades and is replaced by a look of concern. “What?”

“What happened last night?”

“We had sex,” he states like it was obvious, “Really, really good sex.”

“Oh God,” I put my hands over my face. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks, reaching out to remove one of my hands from my face, holding it in his own hand.

It’s crazy to me how similar yet different they are at the same time. They grew in my belly at the same time, they were born on the same date, they share the same last name. But beside that, they both prefer vanilla over chocolate, Encanto over Frozen, cats over dogs.

“This can’t happen again,” I respond, stepping out of the bed and hurrying around the room. I want to get out of this room before Charles and I have sex again- that morning glow really suits him.

“Why not?”

I turn to him in disbelief, seeing him sitting up in the bed and leaning back on his hands. He stares at me with an oblivious look on his face, like he really doesn’t understand what’s wrong with that question.

But while Lucy’s my out-spoken wild child who’s not afraid to tell you how it is and what her true thoughts are, Ada’s very shy and compassionate, keeping her thoughts to herself. I’ve caught Lucy on the playground before, her little body in front of Ada’s little body, protecting her from the older toddlers that wanted to play with the exact same bucket and shovel that Ada was playing with.

“Why not?” I repeat, watching him nod. “Because you race against my brother, Charles.”

“So?” He scoffs. “Lando’s a big boy, he can deal with it.”

I sigh, shaking my head as I finish getting dressed. “Just- I just- no, I’m sorry, Charles.”

At the sight of Ada shifting under the covers, I quietly close the door, heading towards the kitchen. I throw together a quick sandwich, pulling my textbook and laptop out and sitting down at the kitchen table to finish some homework while eating. I hope to be sleeping before 2 A.M. tonight, but knowing the amount of coursework that I have to do and the fact that I haven’t prepared the girls bags for daycare tomorrow, I doubt that’ll happen.

I’m two pages into a five page essay when my phone rings with an incoming FaceTime call from my younger sister, Flo. I don’t talk to my family a lot anymore. When I told them about the pregnancy, they, understandably, reacted with disappointment and rage because of my age and the father being out of the picture. And when they found out that I was having twins, it worsened.

My parents are begrudgingly supportive now, and my siblings have been more supportive than them from the start, but I’m still stand-offish with them out of resentment of how they first reacted. When I first told my family about the pregnancy, I refused to tell them who the father is, and I still do every time they ask- which my parents ask often.

It’s hard because Lando and I used to be so close. We’re the closest in age, so we had a lot of the same friends and similar interests growing up. When I first refused to tell them about the father, he begged me to just let him know, and that he wouldn’t tell anybody else. And when I moved for university while pregnant, he pleaded with me to just let him financially support me. I refused both offers, and slowly limited our phone calls from every night to once a month.

It’s just difficult to hear his voice. I know he wants the best for me, and I know he wants me to stop pushing the family away, but if I reveal who the father of my daughters is that’ll change everything.

“Hi,” I answer the FaceTime call before it times out.

“Hey,” she says through a mouthful of potato chips. “What are you doing?”

“Just studying. What about you?”

She starts explaining a recent fight she had with her boyfriend to me, and I try to be an active listener, but I can’t help but yawn towards the end of it, the exhaustion from the long day getting to me.

Luckily, she laughs. “Is my story really that boring?”

“Sorry, Flo, it was super busy at the restaurant today,” I apologize.

She finishes her story and I provide her some sisterly advice- break up with him.

“I know, you’re probably right,” she exhales, “How are my nieces?”

“They’re good. Their new favorite thing is running really fast,” I laugh, the images of their tiny legs carrying them from one end of the apartment towards the other, then back again, flashing through my mind.

She lets out a cooing noise at the thought, then we’re left in silence. She clears her throat, a tell tale sign that she’s about to start a hard conversation.

“So, Lando is racing at Silverstone in a couple of weeks,” she begins.

“Oh, that’s cool,” I respond nonchalantly, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart.

“The whole family is planning on being there.”

“Good for you.”

“Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Will you be at Silverstone? To support Lando,” she questions.

“Oh, uh, I think I have exams the week after, so I’ll probably need to spend that time studying,” I lie, my stomach squeezing. I hate lying to them, but I don’t know any other way to get out of this. We haven’t gone to one of Lando’s races as a whole family in a couple of years- so I expect that getting out of this one is going to be really difficult.

“I already checked your school’s calendar and it’s weeks before your exams. Come on, why don’t you want to go with us?” She asks softly, hurt soaking into her voice.

I don’t respond, blinking back the tears. It tears me apart to have such a poor relationship with my family. We used to be so close, but I know my daughters emotions and well-being is my priority.

“Just- please? Lando wanted to ask you himself but he said the last time he called you didn’t pick up and then you didn’t return his call. And the time before that, you talked to him for five minutes before ending the call. He wants to see you, Y/N, he wants to see you and Lucy and Ada,” she pleads.

I wipe the tears from under my eyes, trying to appear as subtle as possible. Flo’s face drops, obviously catching the action.

“Fine,” my voice is barely audible. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“He’ll really enjoy that, Y/N. We’ve missed you,” she encourages.

“I have to get back to my homework,” I respond, pushing down the way my chest tingles at her words.

“Okay. Love you, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

I must not have been as drunk as I thought I was that night that I had sex with Charles. Every time I’ve had sex with a guy since that night, that’s all I’m comparing it to.

His grip wasn’t as gentle as Charles’ grip, he didn’t speak as lovingly as Charles did, he avoided eye contact with me the whole time while Charles made sure to stare right into my eyes.

Maybe that’s why, when I joined Lando a few races later, I ended up standing outside of Charles’ hotel room door at midnight. I had subtly asked Alex Albon for it earlier, knowing that if this night went how it’s been going the previous couple of weeks, I would need it.

And here I am. Knocking on Charles Leclerc’s hotel room door two nights before a Grand Prix, interrupting his much needed sleep.

“Y/N?” He opens the door, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

“Um, not really,” I bite my lip, wobbling from my heels to my toes nervously.

He notices, stepping aside and motioning with his arm for me to step inside. “Come on in.”

I step inside the room, taking note of how large and luxurious it looks in the dim light of the nightstand’s lamp.

“This is your room?” I gawk. “Shit, my room’s got a bed, mini fridge, TV, and that’s it.”

He chuckles at that, closing the door and taking a step closer to me. “Did you just come to my hotel room to look at the size?”

I bite my tongue to keep from saying the dirty joke that’s in my mind.

“No. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Ask away,” he leans against the wall, green eyes studying me.

I’ve never spent that much time with Charles before, at least not one-on-one. Sure, we’ve gone to a few clubs together with a couple of the other drivers, and Lando will let me play video games with Charles, Alex, and George once in a while. But I’ve never stood across the room from Charles Leclerc, our eyes burning into one another, waiting for the other one to physically move across the room to get closer.

“That thing that you did with your tongue,” I don’t even need to describe much further than that before the smirk spreads across his face, “Where did you learn that?”

“Do you really want to know?”

I nod.

“Pierre taught it to me.”

I stare at him, bewildered. “That leads me to so many more questions.”

He laughs. “Ask away.”

“How did that topic even come up?”

“My last girlfriend wasn’t too happy in the bedroom and we were looking for ways to make it better. She found that in another man, but I tried with the tongue thing,” he looks down, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” he clears his throat, lifting his head back up. “What are your other questions?”

I pause. “Actually, I think that was it.”

He laughs again, standing up straight. “Well I have a question for you.”

“Ask away,” I repeat his words.

“How do you manage to look so beautiful in a sweatshirt and pajama pants with ice cream cones on them?” He questions, taking a step closer to me.

My eyes widen, looking down at my outfit. Shit, I forgot to change before coming down here. I was trying to sleep before I decided to just fuck it and go get fucked.

“Damn it,” I whine at my mistake.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute,” he grins, taking another step closer to me.

I smile softly back at him. He raises one hand up to my chin slowly, letting me take a step back if I want to. I don’t. His thumb gently touches my skin and it’s like fireworks explode at the touch. Our eyes both widen at that.

His other hand rests softly on my hip. He takes another step closer to me. His eyes skim all over my face, making sure that I want to do this, especially after what I said to him last time. My nod is barely noticeable, but he sees it.

His head bends down, and mine leans up, our lips meeting in the middle. I remember the kiss being sloppy last time, full of lust and desire to just have sex with each other. But this time, it’s slow, passionate, and emotional. We’re getting to know one another in a more intimate way.

“Do you want to do this again?” He pants into the skin of my neck once we finally part, both running out of breath.

“Yes, do you?”

“Of course, mon amour.”

“Mama,” a little voice yells out. I jolt from my seat, looking around in confusion. My laptop had automatically turned off, drool leaking onto the textbook page my head was laying on. I curse quietly, hoping that I don’t get a fee from the textbook rental company for the water stain.

“Mama,” the voice calls out again.

I rise from the chair, hurrying down the hall and opening the door to the girls’ room.

“Morning, baby,” I smile at Lucy as she sits up in bed, her blonde hair sticking out in every direction from her restless sleep. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

She nods, holding her arms out to me. I pull her into my arms. “Let’s go out into the kitchen so that we don’t wake your sister.”

She nods again, resting her head on my shoulder. I rest my head on top of hers lovingly, going over everything that I have to do today.

I have to get the girls ready for daycare, drop them off at daycare, go to class, go to work, and finish that five page paper by midnight. I sigh, already feeling the stress run through my veins.

It doesn’t help that I have thoughts of Charles on top of everything else.

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Cowboytober Day 28- Car sex

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 1.4k

Rating: 18+

Warning: Alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, dry humping, lap sex.

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A/N: This fic was high influenced by our cowboy's iconic quote "Looks like we're hookin' up with a chick at a rock concert."

Attending festivals was something you enjoyed a lot, but when you moved to Louisville, away from friends and family and being a woman alone, that became an inexistent activity.

At least until you’ve met your handsome husband.

Despite your tastes in music not being the same, he was always more than happy to accompany you to any festival or show you wanted to go. No matter what it was, a Taylor Swift concert, an alternative music festival, or a K-pop presentation. Anything you wanted to watch, Jack would be excitedly accompanying you and, most of the times, discovering that he actually knew a few songs of the setlists.

That time your chosen event was the Bourbon and Beyond festival, most precisely the Sunday of the Bruno Mars concert. Already used to those situations, Jack was not surprised by your little fangirl moment when the show started, and was even least surprised with you singing along at the top of your lungs.

What Jack wasn’t expecting, was the results of your moving during “That’s What I Like”, your favorite song. As usual, your back was resting on his chest, which wasn’t a big deal, the problem was when you started to move your hips to the rhythm of the music and your butt started to rub against his fly. He tried to keep his cool and pretend he wasn’t aware of the reaction going on in his body, which only worked until you realized what was happening inside his jeans and pressed your body more against his, while still acting as if everything was fine.

Once the song ended, you tuned your head slightly to look at Jack, smiling with the expression on his face, with his eyes squinted and his tongue pressing against his bottom lip, in a mix of disbelief and amusement, while keeping one hand on your waist.

“What?” you asked as if you were truly clueless while grabbing the cup in his free hand, taking a sip of the beer while waiting for his answer.

“Don’t play the dumb, sugar. Y’know very well what you did.” Jack raised one eyebrow, pressing your waist softly, and making you laugh quietly.

“Stop complaining and let’s go back to the Bronco.” You said without beating ‘round the bush, and, on the same vibe as you, Jack only grabbed your hand and started to walk with you through the crowd.

Not much later, you two were out of the Kentucky Expo Center and walking towards the car, the show now sounding more like a distant muffled nose. Once you were in the car, you didn’t think twice before moving to Jack’s lap on the driver's seat, making him smile broadly and grab your hips.

“I thought you were actually interested in the festival.” He mocked while moving his hands down to your thighs.

“But I am, which doesn’t mean I can’t be interested in my thirsty husband too.” You answered calmly, resting your arms on his shoulders.

“I can go into some argumentation about who’s the thirsty one here.” Jack raised one eyebrow, keeping his hands on your thighs.

“Daniels, do you want to discuss which one of us is the more desperate one or do you want to fuck me?” you questioned staring him dead in the eye, catching him off guard with your statement.

“You’re aware of where we are, right sugar?” he asked with a slight smirk.

“Oh, trust me, everyone is certainly more interested in Bruno Mars than in seeing what’s happening in the parking lot.” Amused by your boldness, Jack shook his head and leaned to kiss you.

You smiled against his lips before kissing him back, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and moving a bit to settle on his lap, making Jack groan quietly and squeeze your thighs with the sensation provided by the slight friction. Also enjoying that feeling, you kept moving against him, moaning quietly as you felt his cock getting harder inside his jeans.

Not surprisingly, it escalated very quickly to a heavy dry humping session, with both of you making a lot of noises and with your breaths mixed. You needed to lean back to catch your breath and take off your coat, since your whole body was burning and you could feel the sweat all over your skin. So messed up as you, Jack also got rid of his jacket and his Stetson, uncarefully throwing them on the passenger seat, only worried about turning his attention back to you. And once he did it, you couldn’t help but be once more fascinated by how easily he did the necessary contortionism to get you rid of your panties.

“You really can’t just slide to the side, right?” you mocked, shaking your head with a smile, allowing your idle hands to move to his zipper.

“Do you eat candies with the wrapper?” Jack retorted with a smug smirk, making you laugh.

“Fine, you have a point.” You answered with your head slightly tilted, keeping focused on your task of freeing his cock from his pants, not hesitating before sliding him inside when you did it.

Letting out a heavy breath, you leaned your head back and started to move on top of him, grabbing his shoulders to keep the steadiest possible. Fascinated with the whole scene and yet not satisfied, Jack lifted your dress until he could have a good view of your pussy making his cock wet while you took every inch of him and clenched yourself involuntarily, giving Jack no choice but sank his hands on your flesh and moan alongside with you.

Of course, you knew that, even with the loud noises of the festival, was convenient to be the quietest possible, but staying silent with Jack buried inside you wasn’t exactly a humanly possible reaction, especially when he also wasn’t worried about his noises, only turning you on even more with his warm velvety voice coming out as groans and whimpers.

When Jack shifted his hips to settle better on the seat, you had to sink your face into the curve of his neck to try to suppress a scream originating from his cock hitting a precise spot inside with the angle changing. Led by his teasing nature and his fascination for times like that when your rationality was gone, Jack couldn’t help but start to move his hips along with yours, making you squirm and clench tighter than before around him.

Being affected by the effects of his teasing, Jack was fully aware that, even with his good self-control, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back for much longer while having you on top of him, wining and uncontrollably moaning against his neck, so his only choice was to move his fingers to your clit and rub it with an unfair precision.

With trembling legs, you moved a few times more, until you hit your release, losing your strength at all and collapsing on his lap, whimpering and sinking your nails into his shoulders while you felt Jack thrusting inside you a few more times before filling you up.

It took you a good moment to recover your capacity to think clearly, then you straightened your posture, and calmly rested your back on the steering wheel carefully to not press the horn. Still, with your breath out of pace, you grabbed the cup back for the cup holder, taking a generous sip of the beer, sighing with the refreshing feeling of the cold drink moving down your throat. You chuckled when Jack lazily held out his hand for you to pass the cup to him. After taking an even more generous sip than you, Jack let out an audible sigh and looked at you, seeming tired.

“Sugar, you need to warn me before decide to end the night like that.” You frowned with a smile at his remark.

“Who told you that the night is finished?” Jack raised one eyebrow and waited for you to continue “Judging by the song, there’s at least 30 minutes of show left, and there’s no chance I’m not going back to listen to “When I was your man”, so you better recompose yourself, old ass.” You explained calmly and leaned forward to kiss him.

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A/N: Since I've saw a edit of Jack with "that's what I like" this song became the perfect soundtrack for him on my mind hahaha.

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