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mysticficti0n · 11 months

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All my attention Part 6

warnings- swearing, drinking, flirting, dirty talk to the max, Degrading but not in a mean way?

words- 3.3k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well

(also would you guys want me to do smut for this? I don't have to if you don't want it but... I could write some good pieces for the next few chapters?????)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

Everyone arrived by 8:50 and were all seated around a extremely large table, each family sat drinking and laughing over different things, on our side of the table (meaning me, Tom, Gustav, Gustav's grandpa, Georg and Bill) we all chatted about random ideas we had for the next shows

"good evening, could we get you all started on food?" a man around my mothers age smiled pulling a note pad out and a pen

"yes can we have-" Stefan schafer, Gustav's dad began pointing to things on the menu and pointing to the people who wanted it "-perfect thank you" the man nodded collecting all the menus in and the chatter began again, me and Tom sat across from our grandmas who were on about something they'd watched on tv

"I'm bored" Tom whispered in my ear causing me to roll my eyes

"we've been here 20 minuets" he sighed falling back into his chair and his grandma seemed to notice turning to him

"Tom- whats wrong darling?" the boy sat properly again and took a swig of his drink

"nothing just hungry" he spoke watching the old women tilt her head "...I'm bored" Catrina nodded looking to me

"you have Y/n/n for company, she's a lot of fun aren't you?" I nodded my head looking to the boy who just laughed "oh actually me and Josie were just saying- we watched your interview! with that hunky man Karter, you two looked delightful, well all of you did" she grinned rubbing my hand over the table

"yeah.." Tom trailed getting comfy again, reaching arm the back of my seat and playing with the ends of my hair "we wont be going back to him in a rush"

"why not?" my gran asked "he's a handsome man"

"nothing to worry about Nanna" I spoke smiling to her, she can become a very angry women if she found out someone did anything bad to us, she'd personally hunt them down if she could.

Time passed slowly but the smell of food only made us hungrier, Toms hand had moved from my hair to my shoulder drawing a circle over and over

"and here we are-" the same waiter came over with two others holding trays of food, there was 21 of us.. we all sat straight and the small laughter of my sister caused us all to laugh, I had the pesto tortellini with Parmesan, and many also copied me

"thank you" we all said starting our meal, I dug my fork in and bought the steamy pasta to my mouth "oh wow thats amazing" I hummed putting more onto the fork, Tom looked over then to the bowl and back to me "you chose to have the chicken Schnitzel, I said about this"

"oh please!" he moaned "one bite- you can have some chips" he quickly stabbed his fork into the fries and brought them to me "come on"

"fine" I gave into his ways and took the chips and past him my fork with the pasta on the end, he hummed a quick thank you and smiled tasting the food "good right?" Tom nodded swallowing the pasta, I turned back to eating and listening to the different conversations around the table

"you know I was thinking about something" Bill began looking down to us on the table "a tv show, like filming while in rehearsals and we could go round during tours and trying things... Felix said about it" The idea of being filmed 24/7 didn't sound fantastic, I enjoy my privacy but.. if that means we get to do fun stuff..

"who'd wanna watch us though, outside of music were just boring" Gustav added "you could do a documentary about every girl Toms fucked" Gustav's mom slammed his hand making us all laugh

"at least they'd say they came unlike the girls you've done" Tom hit back making the drummer huff "but I like the idea-" Georg nodded as well but I still sat undecided

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(okay I cba to write about the restaurant but lets say, lovely meal hugs kisses etc)

"Oh why don't we go to that bar" Simone pointed out, the bars name was naughty lad and music was booming through the walls, the boys seemed intrigued looking through the steamed windows

"I think we'll head back with the grandparents, Stella is nearly asleep so could you bring Y/n back?" my mom asked passing my sister to my dad

"sure, we'll keep her safe don't worry" David, Georg's dad spoke wrapping an arm around me "you get home and relax" with a quick hug my parents got into the car and drove away leaving me with the boys and their parents which wasn't unusual, having a younger sister makes life harder to always enjoy. Together we all walked into the bar and 'hot in here' by Nelly was blasting through the speakers

"drinks?" Bill asked pulling his wallet out "Guessing a vodka coke for you?" I laughed seeing Bill roll his eyes "you need to try more- I'm getting you something else"

"Get me whatever she has!" Tom shouted to his brother who nodded walking to the rest of the group who found themselves sat at a booth "wanna smoke quickly?" I agreed feeling his hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back out the door, he went into his pocket pulling his cigarets out and handing me one with his lighter

"thank you" I chirped lighting the end and then his "I can't get over you tonight" I spoke catching myself at the end

"its alright babe, you can take it off me later" his voice turned suggestive and a smirk plastered his face "aww turning red aren't you?" his free hand cupped my jaw and I felt my knees go weak at his touch- what was he doing

"shut up-" I groaned pushing him away jokingly "I was trying to be nice and say you look good" Toms face softened and nodded along to my words

"I know, but I just love making you all red for me" he cooed putting a hand on my waist "it makes you even more beautiful" Tom leaned in, my heart started pounding in my chest, is this what he meant by being 'worse' I knew I wanted to kiss him again as he closed the distance between us, our lips just inches apart, he hesitated. With a sly grin, he pulled back, leaving the me confused "don't want to be caught do we?" I narrowed my eyes seeing him chuckle "aw did you want me to kiss you Y/n?"

"its okay, I'll find someone in there who will" his face dropped and his grip on my only tightened "maybe I'll bring them home with us?"

"mhm... I don't think so-" The boy was cut by the long haired bassist peaking his head around the door "what?"

"drinks are here" he pulled the door open wider and the two let me in first, I pushed past people dancing along to the music and trying not to get any type of liquid on my dress, finally the booth came into view and Bill sat smiling reaching for my hand I took it and he pulled me next to him

"okay drink this first then I'll tell you what it is" he shouted over the music, I turned to the drink and saw it was a radioactive green with a yellow hue, I picked up the champagne coup and brought it to my lips taking a sip

"Ugh What the fuck is that!" I called nearly heaving at the taste of something like black liquorish

"Death In The Afternoon! I thought you'd like it!" a smile creeped onto his face as he took the glass and finished it "let me get you another one!" The boy pleaded

"come on Y/n don't be boring!" Gustav laughed swigging his arm around me

"fine but I don't want that shit ever again" soon I watched the tallest twin wonder to the bar and point to something on the menu clapping his hands as the bar man turned away "oh- whats that?" I asked seeing the black haired boy smirking holding a small glass fully yellow but with some red falling into the glass, speaking of the glass it had a slice of lemon and mint dotted on top

"this is a Mai Tai" Bill said handing me the drink and watched me as I sipped at the liquid, I hummed at the taste of Malibu and orange running down my throat

"wow this is good" I drank more seeing the singer do a small dance knowing he'd defeated my 'vodka coke' love

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I sat in the booth wedged between Simone and Bill who were laughing about something stupid and I was on my 5th mai tai giggling when something funny was mentioned, I wasn't drunk but I was tipsy, I saw Simone leave the conversation and look to the dance floor "OH MY GOD!" She got up running to the floor pulling me along with her

"SIMO-" I began but then I herd it 'don't stop the music' by Rihanna start to play, ever since the song came out earlier in the year me and her loved it, we danced around with large smiles painted across our faces "I wanna take you away Let's escape into the music DJ, let it play I just can't refuse it" Simone grabbed my hand spinning me around while still belting out the lyrics "Please don't stop the music!" we finished laughing loudly and sweat running down our foreheads I looked to the booth to see them all clapping at our stupidness we took a bow and Simone went to sit down next to her boyfriend who she wrapped her arms around and kissed making her sons cringe and I decided id go sit next to Tom- we'd barley spoke since we had that smoke out side, he was sat holding a glass of clear liquid and rolling his eyes over at his brother

"hey!" I called sliding myself next to him in the booth

"hi- you okay?" I nodded my head grabbing my drink of the table and In a quick swig finishing It off "you might wanna slow down on them" the boy laughed pulling my empty glass from me but I couldn't understand a word as the music got louder around me

"what? I didn't hear you!" he rolled his eyes but quickly moved closer, the arm around my shoulder moved to hold my bare thigh as he leaned into my ear

"I said, you might wanna slow down on the mai tai" his fingers tapped on my skin causing a odd sensation I'd never felt before shiver up my body, they danced on my leg edging to go just slightly under my skirt but he stopped everytime

"oh-oh yeah... well wanna go to the bar and help me chose something different?" Tom nodded and the two of us stood back up, he grabbed my hand, closing his fingers tightly around mine and pulled me through the crowd, yanking me when I stopped, as we got to the bar he pulled me a bar stool out making me sit in front of him while he stood close behind, his stomach on my back and his one hand on my waist

"you like the fruitier cocktails right?" I nodded my head looking at the menu and something caught my eye- The Blue Hawaii, rum, vodka Blue curacao, pineapple juice and Lemon juice

"I think I want the blue Hawaii!" I looked back to the dreaded boy who nodded his head pulling his wallet out "no Tom, let me pay!" I hurried into my purse to grab the €10 I needed

"Y/n fuck off, I'm buying me and drink and you one- put the money away" he huffed grabbing my money and shoving it back into the bag "let me treat you babe" my heart ached at the words and so I let him do what he wanted and I just leaned back on him and waited to be served. The bartender finally turned to us and grabbed a bottle of something "erm can we have a blue Hawaii and a vodka cranberry, thanks" Tom handed the money over me, his chest pressing on me and his other hand back on my thighs for support

"be 5 mins" the man behind the counter said before walking off to the other side of the bar

"I need a piss, stay here don't move alright?" Tom commanded, quickly patting my head like I was some kind of dog and running to the bathroom, I sat kicking my legs watching others conversations and giggling to who ever they're with

"hey.. anyone sitting here?" I turned to a voice I'd never herd before and saw a man stood there holding a empty glass

"no! you can sit don't worry" a small laugh left him and he perched onto the chair and I finally got to see his face, He's very good looking, I couldn't help but admire his features. something about him that made him stand out from the rest, his black hair and brown eyes. His hair is perfectly styled in little waves along his head, and it shines in the light. I found myself staring to his smile. It's warm and inviting, i can't help but smile back. It's infectious.

"thanks, I'm Brandon- thought I'd introduce myself so I'm not creepy" I laugh at him as I turn to speak to him better

"oh I'm Y/n, my seat will be free soon once me and my mate have our drinks" I spoke still just admiring him, it might've been the alcohol but he was gorgeous

"shame, I'm enjoying this- little old me speaking to a beautiful girl.. I say old- I'm not I'm 19, you?"" I blushed to his words

"oh 17 but I get mixed up with being either 23 or 13 most days" he chuckled at my comment

"where you from anyways?"

"Leipzig, you?" he nodded his head

"Dresden" we kept speaking till mine and Tom's drinks arrived and I quickly grabbed them "so who are you here with?"

"just my friends and some family- celebrating coming home- actually my friend should be here soon" I looked back and I saw Tom staring at me with a scowl across his face "oh erm, he's over there so I might see you later?" I smiled grabbing the drinks off the table

"yeah sure, maybe I can get your number and we could go out for drinks?" he sounded so sweet and eyes bright with hope, but I knew I had to be careful giving my number out for security reasons and also I think Tom would kill me

"maybe yeah!" I laughed it off as I walked over to he boy who looked through me to Brandon, crossing his arms "how long were you stood watching me?" I asked passing him his drink

"long enough" his seriousness scared me, what was his issue "he really liked you didn't he? eyes wondered you like a fucking map" he spat gulping his drink basically in one

"Tom I think you're being a bit dramatic, he didn't even flirt with me" it was a partial lie as he did ask for my number...

"still-" I saw the guitarist sulk a little sipping the last of his drink and staring into the distance and that when I realised it

"are... are you jealous?" his eyes shot up to me but he didn't fight my words, and I wanted to keep pushing him "come on, you can tell me" I fluttered my eyelashes at the boy who just looked away, without thinking my hand reached for his jaw and brought his gaze back to me, I was shocked with myself but I couldn't lose my control now "look at me when I'm talking to you" I spoke closer to him in a low whisper, his eyes seemed deeper and narrower, I was doing it "you don't like it when I speak to other guys hm? don't like them looking at me, thinking of me...touching me" I let the last words roll of my tongue and I could see behind his stare he was getting angrier "talk to me pretty boy"

My hand was swatted from his face as Tom pulled me by my wrist back into the cubicles, each small individual rooms with a crappy dim light glaring into the room, hurriedly we went to the first unlocked block and slammed the door closed and he locked it with a click, my back pressed against the cold tile wall and Tom stood over me I close my eyes as his lips press against mine. His hands moved around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he wrapped his arms around me. His lips soft and perfect, his breath warm on my skin. I can feel my heart racing as we move together, our bodies intertwined. His hands move higher, caressing my back as we kiss. I can feel my skin tingling with anticipation as I move my hands up his chest, exploring his body. I can feel the electricity between us, the passion rising.

"You- you are a little cunt sometimes" I feel him smile into my cheek pressing kisses into my skin "but.. fuck we both know you'd never want them...as much as you want me" I hold my breath at the feeling of him humming into my ear, my arms tangle around his neck pulling him back to my lips "god you are so desperate for me" I pull back slightly opening my eyes and seeing a smirk plastering his face

"who's the one that dragged me into here?" he tilted his head in agreement but I could wait any longer, our lips smashed back together and our bodies collided once again, hungrily I moved down to his jaw peppering the line with kisses and edged down to his neck, my lips danced around until I reached just below his ear and his grip on me tightened and a noise threatened to escape his throat, I dove back into the spot sucking and pecking at it, hearing him struggle and try pry me off

"fuck Y/n- please" he begged "shit... I-I" his stuttering made my heart swell and I pulled away to see small beads of sweat forming, I looked to his eyes and they were full of glazed tears of lust

"aw- I'm sorry, didn't you like it?" I played with a strand of his hair as he shook his head no

"I fucking loved it" his lips landed back on me as he groaned into the kiss, I smiled feeling his hands go under my thighs and lift me onto his hips, my dress pushing up revealing the red panties I put on earlier "shit you are so hot" the boy whined kissing my chest, nibbling lightly at the skin

"ah- Tom" His eyes caught mine again and smile only spread further, my hands grabbed his shoulders pushing myself up and he only toyed with me more, licking my skin that was sore from being between his teeth and small noises seeped from my mouth only pushing him further "shit... Fuck Tommy- I..." his nickname came out so naturally but in the sluttiest moan I'd ever done

" God Y/n, I don't what the first place we fuck to be in a bathroom baby, so keep that pretty little mouth quiet because you're making it so hard to keep that from happening" my heart nearly exploded out my chest, I went like putty, foreheads knocking together at his words, Tom caught my lips In one last sweet kiss and put me back onto the floor "so beautiful-" Tom whispered into my ear one last time before pulling away still holding my waist

"only for you" I smiled kissing him once more again before we stood there holding each other panting and puffy lipped

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chibrary · 11 months

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The Chrimer: 2014, Formula Renault.

Charles' karting days are over: in 2014, he graduates to single-seaters.

Single-seaters are known to be difficult to master; their aerodynamics, light weights and powerful engines mean they're both incredibly fast and difficult to control. Charles makes the jump to the category with British racing team Fortec Motorsports. His signing gets announced in November 2013 for the upcoming season.

By this point, Charles has been working with manager Nicolas Todt (the son of a hugely influential Ferrari/FIA boss) for a couple years. Racing isn't cheap: Todt is instrumental in financing his move to single-seaters.

This was critical to the viability of Charles' career. In 2021, Toto Wolff estimated that a "good go-karting season costs €250,000, an F4 season €500,000, and an F3 season €1 million" while speaking about the difficulties young drivers aiming for F1 have.

The Leclercs' aren't able to drop that kind of money on racing: Pascale is a hairdresser, and Hervé works for the family business: a small plastics company.

In 2021, Lorenzo says (awkwardly translated into English):

“Every year, in karting, we said to ourselves that it was the last season. Charles handled the pressure, knowing that if he didn’t have results, it was over, and that, even if he had results, we weren’t. not sure to continue. Hervé, his father, tried to make it run by all possible means. I was at the national level in karting. Being lucid, I saw that it would be impossible for me to go to F1. So I stopped, because the family bet was to find solutions at all costs for Charles to succeed. Because he, at 11, was already standing out from the crowd, with drivers like Esteban Ocon and Pierre Gasly."

And from Arthur in the same interview:

"At 14, I played my first full championship. But immediately we had to stop for three years, because for my father it was too expensive to support Charles and me at the same time."

In a 2021 stream, Arthur expands on the difficulties:

"With my father I never traveled once. He didn't have the money for Charles' karting or for me. He did not have the money to go & see Charles in the race, actually. We were staying at home and following Charles in the computer."

(As a note, Charles would work with his uncle once he reached F1 to sponsor Arthur's career.)

In classic Charles fashion, he tried to put a positive spin on it in a 2020 interview:

"I have learned that from my father, who quite often left me alone on the race weekend so that I grew up on my own. I am trying to do the same with Arthur and so far he is doing a great job!"

The Leclerc family has a complicated history with racing: Hervé actually comes from a very successful Monaco family. His stepfather, Charles Manni, was the founder of a local company that manufactures car parts. Here is Hervé showing his F3 car to his stepfather:

And Hervé with his half-brother (/Charles' uncle) Thierry Manni--

However... while Hervé and Thierry fell in love with racing, their father did not.

Thierry said:

"I often read that Charles comes from a modest family, but that's not true. We were the biggest employer in Monaco, but my father held on to a certain number of values. In the family, we do not write blank checks. He put limits on his participation, Hervé gave what he could and, at one point, we even found ourselves faced with an impasse. This is where Nicolas Todt intervened in 2011 to help us, under the leadership of Jules Bianchi. "

Once Charles' career appears to be in jeopardy, Jules-- Todt's first signed driver-- insists that they meet.

Todt is impressed by the karter, and steps in. Usually, a manager attempts to finance a driver through securing sponsorships; in Charles' case, Todt puts the money up himself.

In 2019, Todt says:

"I signed Charles at 14. He should have stopped karting because he ran out of money. I decided to help him. I introduced him to Ferrari a few years ago and today he drives there. And no one can say that he got there just like that: he's there because we did the job. For me, someone like Charles is my greatest pride, the fact that he went there and delivered."

Todt would later expand on this:

"I love finding future stars and helping them make their dreams come true. I am the only manager who does it that way, that is my specialty. It's easy to say: you have to do this, you have to do that. As long as it's not your own money, you can give advice. You can say 'buy this house'. But do you say: 'Buy this house, we make 50/50?' Then it's a completely different thing. If I believe in someone, then I invest. Of course, I also try to find sponsors who help me. But if I don't find sponsors, I'm the one who has to invest. I did that with Jules [Bianchi], I did it with Charles, and I do it with drivers who I think are special."

With Todt's support, Charles is able to compete in the Formula Renault 2.0 Alps Championship.

It is worth noting, though, that single-seaters weren't the only thing Charles learned to drive in 2014:

Charles starts his season off by picking his number... 17, which was also the number Jules was racing under in F1 at the time:

Charles starts the season strong. Charles manages to set a category track record at preseason testing: Kartcom's article summarizing the day was simply titled "Charles Leclerc leaves everyone in his trail in Barcelona".

Charles is quoted, saying:

"I don’t think the tests could have gone any better. It’s incredible being a rookie and setting the fastest overall time! We still have plenty of work to do, although I have learned a lot. Listening to the engineers is the key to making progress quickly. And although it’s nice to be quickest, it is still only testing. The races themselves will be a different matter."

Jules sends out his well wishes for Charles' first race in Imola:

And Charles returns it:

Charles might be a rookie, but he impresses his team enough to where they run him in another series concurrently.

Formula Scout would summarize the season:

Leclerc entered Formula Renault 2.0 for his rookie single-season season, embarking on the Alps series for Fortec Motorsports. He quickly became a frontrunner, making the podium at round two at Pau and then twice again at Spa. At Monza he won both races, and followed that with more podiums to secure second place in the championship behind third-year FR2.0 racer Nyck de Vries. Some of Leclerc’s most impressive performances last year came in Eurocup Formula Renault 2.0 as a guest entry. He took part in six races and finished second in the last three of those, up against lots of drivers with multiple years of experience in the series.

His first win single-seater win is in Monza, where he has a perfect weekend: he also wins that second race.

Of course, in true Charles fashion, he couldn't stop himself from a little self-criticism after the race:

"My start was not perfect and I’ve lost a place. Than I’ve managed to recover it duelling with Isaakyan. When my team told me of the 10” penalty assigned to Riener, I just focused in keeping my pace. This is a very special day as this is my first win ever in singleseaters."

Charles would finish the season with 199 points, 2 wins, 7 podiums and 1 pole position.

Formula Scout would summarize his performance:

After several starring years on the world karting scene, Leclerc’s car debut season was a long awaited one and it lived up to expectations. A non-score at the Imola opener aside, Leclerc delivered a superb rookie season, maturing and improving round after round, which culminated in a spectacular double victory at Monza and saw a further five podium appearances throughout the campaign. A protege of Nicolas Todt’s All Road Management firm, he has also been superb in his guest Eurocup outings and the chief 2.0 series appears to be a logical next step – one he’s more than ready for. In fact, it wouldn’t be a surprise to see him take a higher jump up the ladder than that.

They were right: Charles would take his old karting rival Max Verstappen's now open F3 seat at Van Amersfoort Racing for the 2015 season.

As a final note, this year was also very tragic: Jules' accident would happen in October, on the same day as Charles' final race in Formula Renault.

I'm not going to go into the details, because it feels like it would be disrespectful: it was a tragedy, and it very clearly deeply affected Charles and his family. Jules was an incredible influence for Charles, both personally and professionally.

Through all of this, however, Charles continues into Formula 3.

But that's for the next chapter.

#vgp:topic #year:2014 #series:formularenault2.0

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wakebymoonsleepbysun · 10 months

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Untitled DJ x Reader Soulmate AU - Ch 1

EDIT: This is now being updated on ao3!

Throwing this up here for now. I have an ao3 but I don't know that I want this to be the first thing posted in it. Also it's in need of editing because the first chapter is in a different tense than the second chapter because I'd intended it to be a flashback-ish thing but that's not really clear in the finished writing. Alas.

Might delete these posts when it this story eventually makes its way to ao3, but we'll see.

[ Ch 1 - You are here ] [ Ch 2 ]

CHAPTER 1

The DJ had only been active for four years when the writing appeared on the inside of his wrist. At first he thought it was graffiti, something he was unfortunately quite familiar with, as teenagers frequently sought to prove their mettle by antagonizing a giant robot spider after hours. Though why they thought themselves brave was a mystery to him…he was forbidden from retaliating. He couldn’t even utter a protest once the speakers were turned off for the night. Not that aggressive, lyricless techno music was all that readily understood as a “protest” anyway.

But no, this writing on his wrist was not graffiti. Aside from the fact that he definitely would have realized if someone had climbed onto his stage and written on him, it was far smaller than the hastily spray painted or sharpie’d graffiti usually was. It was as if a human had simply written on him with a black pen the way they would write in a notebook.

“They really did a number on you, huh?”

DJ wasn’t sure what to make of that. Most of the graffiti on him was names and symbols, not cryptic, vaguely sympathetic messages.

A couple days after it appeared, he had his weekly maintenance with one of the techs, a middle aged man named Karter. Karter had been more or less the only human DJ interacted with with any regularity. DJ liked him well enough, and had thought he and Karter were friends. As much as a non-verbal robot could be friends with a human, anyway.

Karter never said much to DJ. What could he really say when DJ had no way to respond? But he was kind to him, expressing sympathy when DJ was graffitied or damaged, and he was mindful of DJ’s comfort when working on him, always telling DJ what he was doing and making sure DJ was prepared before opening up panels or soldering wires or swapping whatever hinge or joint needed replacing.

DJ had taken this for granted until, a year after DJ was first brought online, Karter had his first sick day. The tech who filled in for him didn’t speak to DJ at all, and almost seemed unaware that DJ could feel what she was doing, or that DJ would have any kind of opinion on it. DJ did his best to cooperate with her, trying to infer what she wanted from her occasional frustrated grumbles when he moved in a way she hadn’t wanted him to.

It was a small taste of what life was like with less kind techs and DJ, unsurprisingly, did not care for it.

So it was that DJ had no qualm about trying to get Karter to pay attention to the writing on his wrist. He couldn’t tell Karter what it said, of course, but that hardly mattered. It needed to be cleaned off, regardless of why it was there.

But as DJ repeatedly tried to show Karter his wrist, even pointing at it with two of his other hands, Karter’s expression began to darken.

“There’s nothing there, DJ. It’s fine,” he said, his expression troubled as he avoided DJ’s gaze.

DJ played a noise through the speakers, a small synthesized chirp that he often used as a way to get someone’s attention.

“DJ, please!” Karter snapped.

DJ flinched back, wringing his main pair of hands worriedly. Why was Karter so upset at this? He’d cleaned worse graffiti off the DJ. Granted this was small, but it was clearly visible. Why did it seem as if Karter didn’t even see it?

Karter sighed, his expression softening as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “...Okay. Tell me this. Is…is something written there?”

DJ brightened, nodding, a jingle of affirmation playing over the speakers.

Another sigh as Karter ran a hand down his face. “Goddammit. Goddammit, goddammit…”

DJ’s eyes widened at the language even as he canted his head in concern, replaying his questioning chirp over the speakers.

“DJ. I’m only going to tell you this once. Forget it. Ignore it. It’s not there. Okay?” he said, looking up at the DJ pleadingly.

DJ couldn’t help but repeat the querying chirp.

“I know it’s hard to ignore when it’s right there, but you have to.” Karter ran a hand through his greying hair, debating with himself on what the DJ needed to know…how much the phrase “Ignorance is bliss” applied to the situation.

“Just promise you won’t tell anyone.”

DJ frowned, glancing down at the writing. Was he the only one who could see it? Well…if that were the case, it was harmless enough. And despite DJ’s limited social skills, he could tell Karter was not interested in discussing it further, even if DJ could put his many questions into words.

So he let the matter drop. What else could he do?

The next week, Karter was out, and DJ was serviced by another quiet, vaguely sullen tech. When he pulled Karter’s employee profile, DJ found out that he had quit.

Was it because of him? DJ didn’t understand what he’d done wrong, but something had clearly caused Karter to be upset. DJ just hadn’t realized he was upset enough to quit over it. He couldn’t help but feel he had done something seriously wrong…and that it was his fault Karter had quit.

DJ became sulky after that. Oh, he never let it show in his performances of course. Those were just as lively and energized as ever. But between shows, and overnight, he just…sat. He barely acknowledged Moon when the night attendant came to visit him, didn’t even look up as the human guards passed through the arcade, and wouldn’t even spare the Lil’ Music Men a glance when they deigned to visit his stage overnight.

More weeks went by, and each week was a new tech doing his weekly inspection. Not new to the Pizzaplex, of course, but new to this task. A quick glance at their employee profiles confirmed many of them had been working here for at least a year or two.

DJ stopped doing them any favors. He would move when asked to move and keep still when asked to keep still, but he no longer tried to anticipate what they needed of him, or infer anything from whatever they might be mumbling to themselves. If indeed they did mumble at all. Several were completely silent.

During those weeks, something else happened. Something that, before the incident with Karter, would have seemed completely innocuous and gone unnoticed by the DJ.

One evening during his set, his gaze happened to fall on a young woman standing against the wall at the edge of the dance floor. She was gazing down at her wrist, her other hand lightly tracing a pattern on her skin. She looked so happy; with a soft smile full of warmth and even the barest hint of tears of joy in her eyes.

His eyes flicked down to his own wrist, curious. The track skipped slightly as he turned his hand to check his wrist again, but he quickly recovered before anyone noticed.

The DJ’s gaze returned to the young woman just in time to see her being approached by two other women her age.

“Oh. My. Gosh. Did you--?” one of the friends cried excitedly.

“Yes! I got my mark!” the young woman said, tearing up in earnest.

“What’s it say?” the second friend asked excitedly.

“You know I can’t tell you!” she protested, hugging her wrist to her chest as if her friend would sneak a glance.

“Yeah, yeah. But as soon as you meet him you’re telling me what it said!”

“Maybe your soulmate’s here in the room right now!” the first friend said, squeezing the woman’s shoulders.

The first woman blushed, shaking her head. “Oh no. I doubt it. I-It could still be months before I meet him…or years…” she added, the briefest hint of worry in her eyes.

“Oh come on, be positive! Weeks at most!”

The DJ didn’t allow himself to skip another beat as he listened to the conversation. He could hear them perfectly, even over his own music.

Soulmate.

DJ was familiar with the term. Besides having been loaded with a basic understanding of human society (much of which he couldn’t imagine ever needing to know), he’d heard talk of such things on the dance floor. Especially during the slow songs.

Could that be what the writing on his wrist meant? He…had a soulmate?

But you needed a soul to have a soulmate, and animatronics didn’t have souls.

Years worth of conversation snippets he’d overheard began to fall into place. From what he could piece together, the words on his wrist were the first words his soulmate would say to him. And they would have the first words he would say to them on their wrist.

But DJ had no voice. What could possibly be on their wrist if he never spoke to them? He knew there were some humans that never spoke, but he had no information on how that affected someone’s mark.

A chill ran through DJ’s circuits as he began to process what that truly meant. A human was bound to him. Him. Easily the least humanoid animatronic in the Pizzaplex. He wasn’t like the Glamrocks or even the daycare attendant; humanoid and personable. He was more of a set piece than a character. More like a piece of furniture than a person.

He looked across the dance floor, picking out several couples holding each other as they danced, or sitting on the benches along the edges of the dance floor leaning on each other…or even just holding hands as they walked.

DJ couldn’t do any of that. Not with a human. Not even with the other animatronics.

He knew not all soulmates were romantic, but most of them were. He had to imagine he was one of the exceptions though. Much as he found himself wishing otherwise.

Now why did he wish that? Being unable to express any romantic affection would be just as bad for him as it would for his would-be soulmate, wouldn’t it? But then, he’d always been fairly separate from humans. He could make due.

But it was still unfair to put that on his potential partner.

Partner? Him, with a partner? He couldn’t even believe he was thinking it.

He realized he had repeated the same one-minute loop multiple times, and people were starting to notice. He quickly switched it, forcing himself to get his head back in the game.

Yet once the show was over the musings continued. They didn’t help his mood. It all just seemed so unfair. Not just to him, but to whoever was bound to him. Someone who, despite not having met them yet, was already so dear and important to him.

He let out a silent sigh, or at least imitated the motion of one. An odd quirk of his AI that he would ever have an urge to sigh or yawn despite having no lungs and no voicebox.

The DJ’s evening sulk would be interrupted by the sound of kids, probably teens, sneaking into the dance hall.

Great. Usually he would try to climb over the kids and hide in one of his tunnels until the night guard arrived, but tonight he couldn’t bring himself to bother.

Cans of spray paint came out as the kids began tagging him and even his stage. Flashes went off as they took selfies, causing his optics to rapidly toggle between day mode and night mode, which got disorienting after only a few switches.

Though the disorientation barely mattered when he didn’t plan on moving. He shuttered his eyes as best he could, given they weren’t designed to close completely, and hunkered down to wait it out.

Fate was against him tonight, for that wasn’t good enough for these kids.

“Let’s see if we can get a picture of him chasing us!” one of the boys said.

DJ tensed at that, though it wouldn’t be obvious to the kids that he’d even registered their remark. He had never chased off intruders. Deep in his code was a never used, never completed bouncer mode…but he couldn’t even activate that himself. Not that he’d ever want to.

Still, he knew somewhere out there, some kids had pictures and even short videos of him “chasing” them, but that was little more than them running in front of him as he scrambled around the dance floor trying to avoid their companions.

Well. Easy solution. Don’t move. As he was already not doing.

CLUNK!

DJ scrambled to his hands in surprise, clutching his left eye where the rock had hit. If the speakers had been on, the staticy feedback that would have come through them at DJ’s pain and shock would have surely scared the kids off. With them off, though, his distress was silent, aside from the dull thuds of his gloved hands scrambling on the stage.

As soon as he lowered his hand to glance at the kids, another rock was thrown. This too hit its mark, shattering the cracked plexiglass as the stone landed somewhere inside DJ’s eye socket, rattling around unpleasantly.

DJ kept backing up until his backmost set of hands found the wall behind the stage. He tried to get the rock out of his eye socket, but recoiled at the unpleasant sensation of his finger pushing against the circuitry that had previously been protected by the plexiglass dome. His frantic scrambling had caused one of the speakers beside the stage to topple over, taking one of the rainbow spotlights with it in a shower of sparks.

Another rock sailed over his head, hitting one of the spotlights above him. The heavy stage light was knocked loose, and in a stroke of bad luck landed on the elbow joint of his second left arm. The mechanism bent, seizing up and causing every movement of the joint to grind unpleasantly against the wires that ran though his arm.

“HEY!” a deep voice called out as the night guard finally arrived.

The kids quickly scrambled, every brat for themselves and each one hoping the guard would grab their friends before them.

The guard didn’t even glance at DJ as he ran after the kids, leaving DJ alone on his stage.

Just as well. DJ wasn’t in the mood to see anyone else. He lay back down on his stage, keeping one hand over his broken eye until morning.

The incident was reported, of course, and come morning two techs were at his stage looking over the damage. He removed his hand from his eye when he was commanded to, and did his best not to flinch as they surveyed the damage he’d done to himself in his failed attempts at fishing the rock out.

The dance hall would have to be closed today. Probably longer. Karter’s backfill was starting tomorrow. They would have to be the one to fix up DJ and his stage. Quite a task for a newbie, but they had to learn somehow.

Great. Just when DJ was thinking cold, impatient techs were the worst…At least they knew what they were doing, and got it done quickly. Now he had days of being worked on by some novice ahead of him, and no performances to keep his mind off things.

When the techs left, he stared down at the writing on his wrist.

“They really did a number on you, huh?” He hadn’t yet realized that this was that number.

#not tagging this for now #because i'm not sure if the world really is ready for such things as pining over giant robot clown spiders #my writing #djmm stereo souls

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laying tile as my summer job and i finally understand children who eat mud. i want to eat the thinset so bad

#karter speaks

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Hi so idk if you write for mick but Father’s Day is hard for so many people and I’ve been thinking

Childhood sweethearts so you have a massive understanding of how he feels on fathersday and exactly how proud his dad would be of him. You have a really difficult relationship with your dad and cut ties. Just supporting eachother and comforting him after frustrating results this weekend on Father’s Day and how you celebrate it the two of you but maybe also finding out he’s going to be a dad on Father’s Day and you guys are pregnant? So much fluff 🤧

Omg this is sooooo cute!!!!!!! I’m in love with Mick. Thank you for requesting this!!!! (Also bear with me because I know Mick isn’t American but for the sake of this I’m writing in English, I hope that okay!!) I also changed some stuff a little bit I hope that’s okay if not I can totally right a separate telling Mick you’re pregnant one but I was inspired as I was writing.

TW! Mention of Michael Schumacher accident

Age 5:

“Hey I’m Y/n” little you said as you grabbed the red crayon from the box sat diving your desks and began coloring the printed page of a dog in front of you. You’re eyes quickly meeting the vibrant blue ones next to you.

“I’m Mick.” He responded, a blush building on his cheeks. From the first day of school you’d been assigned to sit by him and your little five year old self was very extroverted and the fact you couldn’t sit by your best friend, making your seat buddy your best friend was next best thing. A small smile formed on your lips at his response. It was only a introduction but a feeling builded within knowing this was the beginning of a friendship. “Can I use the red after you?” He continued and raised his hand to grab it waiting.

“Of course. Wanna be friends?” you ask immediately following that feeling within as you place it in his hand. Turning your whole body to face him your feet dangling barely off the grown, and a missing toothed smile on your face. He nodded quickly and accepted the crayon sharing a quick smile with you before looking back down.

Age 10:

“Go Mick!” You yelled and turned to his father a full toothed smile on your face as he overtook another Karter. His father smiled down at you, placing an encouraging hand on your back before cheering on his son as well. Mick’s father always took the time to include you in their hobby since that day in kindergarten you two became friends. His father enjoyed seeing the friendship flourish and the support you have helped Mick grow confidence. It also helped you, your father was hardly in the picture and even at 10 years old you recognized he wasn’t even close to the definition of a father. You told your mom you didn’t want to speak with him anymore. Mick was there to always to give you the words you needed to hear whenever you felt unsure. He could speak from experience of what a father should be and that you made the right decision. And he’d always joke that his dad can be your dad too.

After the race and podium celebrations with Mick standing on the second step. Well it was really him standing on what looked like a milk crate. He came running over to high five you and hug his dad.

“You were great out there. Great job finding your line and pushing.” He dad encouraged as he dropped to take a knee and meet Mick’s eyes who mirrored his own. Mick got that same blush on his cheeks and smiled widely nodding with his fathers words. Nothing seemed to make him smile that big as when his father took the time to teach him, encourage him, and honestly praise him. Mick even seemed happy when his father gave him constructive criticism and feedback about his racing. A real role model, those are hard to find.

Mick always talked about his fathers racing career and how he was able to balance being an amazing father and a racer. The two of you would watch the races together on TV or listen on the radio if you were busy doing school work while it was on, Mick’s mom wouldn’t let you two skip homework to watch races on TV. Late night talks about the future Mick would always mutter the words; “I just wanna be like my dad.” And you could see Mick achieving that goal everyday little by little.

Age 14:

Mick hadn’t contacted you in awhile, no news use to be good news but not this time. It was raining of course and you sat trying to focus on an essay but your thoughts kept drifting to your best friend. Well was he your best friend still? That’s when your mother rushed in the room, tears already in her eyes as she clutched the home phone still.

“Oh baby come here.” She motioned as you got up from your desk and hugged her, staying silent waiting for her to explain.

“Mick’s father was in a skiing accident.” She finally explained. A heaviness fell over your chest like someone dropped a barbell on it. “He was air lifted to the nearest hospital. And and Y/n they don’t know what’s gonna happen.” She continued on and with each word the weight got heavier. Reality finally set in and you joined your mother in sobs as she held you. How you felt, you couldn’t imagine how Mick must be. You quickly asked your mom if you could go see him and agreed, it’d be best if he had someone right now and you ran out of your house down the street to his as fast as your feet would carry.

Age 16:

“Y/n! Y/n! Guess what? I-I got into formula 3!” Mick choked out excitedly immediately after you opened your door. Before you could process everything he pulled you into a hug and spun you around on your front step.

“That’s incredible! I’m so proud of you!” You gasped happily, tears in your eyes and a smile so big your cheeks already hurt. It’s finally happening for him. “I’ll be at every race!” You promised and he squeezed you tighter still not letting go just yet. Ever since the accident Mick had put in so much more dedication to driving. You’d been at every race in home made ‘Mick Schumacher’ T-shirts and holding homemade signs to cheer him on. The conversation of wanting to be like his dad turned into making his dad proud, showing his dad that all his hard work wasn’t wasted. You tried to tell him his dad is always proud of him but decided to just listen, it was definitely a way for Mick to cope.

“Thank you for always being here. You’re the most amazing girl Y/n.” He said loosening his grip but keeping them placed on your waist. You left your hands interlocked behind his neck and met his gaze. “Says you.” You laugh and smirk at him lightheartedly teasing him he laughed as well and looked down before looking back up seriously and brushing some hair out of your face that he was responsible for putting in your face with all the spins.

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asks diverting his gaze once more for a split second before his confidence coming back and looking between your eyes and lips. All you could do was nod and stand on your tippy toes, the kiss you’ve been waiting for finally happening.

Age 22:

“I can’t believe you begin your first season in Formula 1 tomorrow!” You say as you raise your champagne flute up to his. Mick still has that small blush hit his cheeks and soft smile when he feels like too much attention is on him. Like at your first meeting back in school. You look at him proudly and around the large table seeing his mom and siblings, his new teammate, Nikita, and others here to celebrate him. Everyone cheers and begins in small conversations around as they enjoy the meal.

“Ya know I wouldn’t be here without you Y/n.” He speaks only to you. A small sarcastic laugh leaves your mouth as you look at him. He’s grown so much and resembles his father not only in appearance but in character.

“No way Mick. Your hard work and determination got you here. All I had to do was yell your name on the safe sidelines.” You responding giving all credit where credits is due. He chuckles and shakes his head but letting your comment slide.

“Thank you. Thank you for cheering me on.” He speaks again after a few moments and places his hand on your knee under the table. His word seem simple but sincere as the memories of the years roll through your mind as you rest your head on his shoulder a happy sigh leaving your lips.

Age 23 (present):

“Happy Father’s Day! You’re already the best dad and the lil guy isn’t even here yet!” You smile happily as Mick wraps his arms around your waist while you continue cooking.You’d thought he’d respond with another cheeky comment but he stayed silent resting his chin on your shoulder watching the bacon sizzle. The silence is enough of a signal to confirm your worries, Father’s Day has always been hard for Mick since he was 14. It’s been Mick’s personal tradition to always spend it with his dad but today there was a race.

“Come sit. I made you something.” You speak again turning the stove off and turning to face him. He nods and interlocks your hands as he walks to the couch with you. You grab your laptop and connect it to the TV. A slide show begins. Photos of Mick and his dad appear timing perfectly with his favorite song. Some video clips and a lot of karting footage and holiday gatherings. Your favorite picture appears and it’s you and Mick showing his father the ultrasound photos when you first found out about your son. His mother has a hand over her mouth and happy tears already falling. His sister looks shocked and after the photo quickly came to hug you. And you know his father was probably the most excited because he is so proud of the man Mick has become. As the slideshow comes to an end and the ‘Happy Fathers Day’ appears on the screen you glance at your boyfriend. His blue eyes are glossy and a shaky sigh leaves his lips before he turns and softly smiles at you.

“Thank you so much. I can’t wait to be a father to our little boy like my dad is to me.” He says and scoots closer to pull you into his chest. As if your son knew what was coming he started kicking, which was common whenever Mick was around. He chuckled softly and placed a hand on your stomach rubbing gently. “I’m right here little guy.” He laughed and sniffled quickly wiping his eyes with his other hand. “Right here.” He spoke just to his son. The way he was with him was the purest form of love you’ve ever seen. He’d always take the time to just give him attention and he was only 5 months growing still. “I’ll be back soon, you keep mom company while I’m racing today okay?” He questioned to him and chuckled.

After breakfast Mick was off to begin his pre race obligations. His best start since joining formula one and you were ready to be watching from the garage. Your black dress made the bump quite noticeable and kept you cool, a cropped denim jacket on top in case it decided to rain again and some comfy sneakers because of the long walk kept your swollen feet feeling best as they could.

The race went perfect for Mick. He was able to hold his position securing points for his team and scoring his first points of his formula one career on no other day but Father’s Day. The crowd was cheering and you couldn’t help but jump up and down clapping as he pulled his Haas car into the pit lane and climbed out as soon as the car was official parked inside.

“Baby you did it!” You cheered as he quickly walked over to you and scooped you up spinning you around like he did that day he got into formula 3 on your front steps. “You did it!” You said again as he placed your down, his head nuzzled into your neck. When he finally lifted his head tears filled his eyes to the brim before finally spilling over.

“For my dad.” Was all he could say before he kissed you. The whole garage cheered loudly and patted him on the back after the two of you had your moment. Mick is doing it like he always said he would, be like his father, Michael Schumacher.

A/n: first time writing for Mick I hope it was okay… I feel a little un sure but I hope it okay.

#mick Schumacher #formula one #f1 #mick Schumacher imagine #mick Schumacher x reader #formula one x reader #formula one blurb #mich Schumacher blurb

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Leclerc believes he can complete title 'mission' with Ferrari - ESPN

At the end of 2019, Charles Leclerc signed a five-year deal to remain as a Ferrari driver until 2024. It was big news at the time and a huge show of faith as Formula One's oldest team named a 22-year-old as the driver to lead it into a new decade.

Leclerc had made his debut with Ferrari earlier that year and went on to outperform his teammate, four-time world champion Sebastian Vettel, over the course of the 2019 season. The bumper five-year contract, starting in 2020, was his reward, underlining Ferrari's belief that Leclerc, rather than Vettel, would be the driver to end the team's then 13-year title drought.

Fast forward to today and nearly four of those five contractual years have elapsed, yet title success seems as elusive as ever for Ferrari. Without a car capable of sustaining a title challenge, the closest Leclerc has come to his goal was a distant second place to world champion Max Verstappen in last year's standings and he has scored just three more wins to add to the two he already had at the end of 2019.

This year the points gap to Verstappen at the front of the field has more than doubled to 354 (with two races remaining) and Leclerc looks unlikely to finish higher than seventh in the standings. It would be understandable if the lofty hope and expectation that surrounded his arrival at Ferrari five years ago had descended into intense pressure and frustration, but speaking to ESPN in a recent interview Leclerc insists that is not the case.

"There is so much passion around the team that you of course feel the responsibility, but that doesn't add pressure to me," he said. "I'm not someone that is getting pressure, I just enjoy what I do with a lot of passion and a lot of dedication in trying to do the best job possible and hopefully becoming a world champion as soon as possible."

At the start of the 2022 season it looked as though Leclerc might fulfil his Ferrari destiny. He started the year with two wins from three races and led eventual-champion Verstappen by 46 points in the standings after the Australian Grand Prix in April.

What happened next was a story of mistakes -- both by Ferrari and himself -- and misfortune that ultimately left Leclerc second in the standings, 146 points shy of Verstappen. This year the performance of the car has slid further relative to Red Bull, with Leclerc seventh in the drivers' standings and behind Ferrari teammate Carlos Sainz.

With his contract up at the end of next year and the potential for openings at a number of other teams on the grid, has he thought about what he could achieve in a different car?

"I don't really think to that because Ferrari is so special and I wouldn't change my position with anyone else on the grid.

"Do I want to win world championships? Of course, this is the same for everybody, but do I want to change my place with anyone? No, I don't."

To understand Leclerc's connection with Ferrari is to understand what it means to have a second family in sport. Leclerc's godfather, the late Jules Bianchi, was being prepared to drive for Ferrari when he suffered fatal head injuries in an accident at the 2014 Japanese Grand Prix while racing for the now-defunct Marussia team.

Bianchi's manager Nicolas Todt, who had signed Leclerc as a go-karter in 2011, ensured the Monaco native became part of the Ferrari Driver Academy from 2016 onwards, providing crucial support at a time when Leclerc's self-raised funds were unlikely to cover his next step up the motorsport ladder to the GP3 Series. Leclerc then trod the path to F1 that had been cleared for Bianchi before him, arriving at the pinnacle of the sport with Alfa Romeo in 2018 before making his Ferrari debut in 2019 at just 21 years old.

At the 2019 Belgian Grand Prix he secured his first win for the team and from that point onwards the next goal was always going to be a world championship.

"I have always been dreaming of being a Formula One driver, and even more so with Ferrari," he said. "It's a bit of a family feeling now, it's been so many years I have been within the team, whether it is as an actual race driver for Ferrari or at the Ferrari Driver Academy in the years before.

"It's been many years together and I want to finish the mission with a world championship."

When Ferrari launched this year's car in February, the stated intention was to challenge for the 2023 title. But from the moment the SF-23 hit the track in preseason testing, it became clear that the team's goal was extremely unlikely. Since then, Leclerc says he has seen progress, but remains realistic about the gap to Red Bull and Verstappen, who secured both titles in October this year.

"There's been quite a bit of progress, especially in the second half of the season. When we started after the summer break we really did big steps forward in terms of understanding our car, and that is a good positive step in terms of the future and for future development.

"This is positive, but on the other hand it is true that it has been a disappointing season. We ended up last year being second in the championship for both titles and this year we had a target to be winning the championship. At the moment that is definitely not what we are fighting for, and obviously Max just won as well as Red Bull.

"I think we've seen two teams this year, Aston Martin at the start of the year and McLaren more recently, have made big steps forward. This is what gives us the confidence that these big steps can be done, but we need to understand exactly where the problems are coming from.

"We think we understand that but until we put the car down and see huge improvements, it's difficult to predict. It's also all relative in this sport and you are fighting against other cars and it depends on what the others will find. If Red Bull has found something again that will put them again better next year.

"I am personally very confident about the direction we have been taking in terms of development and I'm sure it will pay from next year onwards."

Leclerc is set to discuss his next contract with Ferrari over the winter. Neither side has given so much as a hint in public that they will not renew and it's clear that Ferrari still holds a special place for Leclerc that no other team, regardless of success, can match.

"Most of all it was what made me dream of becoming a Formula One driver when I was very young," Leclerc says of his ongoing passion for Ferrari. "I think this is the same for many of the drivers. It was the case for me, and I have always been dreaming of being a Formula One driver, and even more so with Ferrari.

"Second is a point that someone told me yesterday, I have spent a quarter of my life in the Ferrari family, which is quite a lot and that represents a lot to me too. You get to know lots of people inside the team, you get to understand how much it means to them to work for Ferrari and how much it means to them to get back to winning.

"I know that I feel the same way, I want to be back to winning as soon as possible. It's a bit of a family feeling now, it's been so many years I have been within the team, whether it is as an actual race driver for Ferrari or at the Ferrari Driver Academy in the years before.

"It's been many years together and I want to finish the mission with a world championship."

#charles leclerc #f1 #interview

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BOLD what your muse can do. italicize what they can do to some extent.

REPOST, don’t reblog.

Tagged by. @ravenskeeper ( thank you <3 )

Tagging. @heirofhermes @huntrcsss @ncmither @citysank ( Karter ) @iviaw @forwardlion @loyaltysword @sunsymbols @crispyblonde @demcnsinmymind @detectivewoof @kurjaks @fcllederage @therelentless @gunchamber @desafrey @traumapyre @sapphiredhearts ( Bella ) @bettermonster and anyone else who sees this.

#/ What if I say I am not like the others / ( Introspection's )#/ Purple and orange are Lupin's colors /#/ orange reflects his eyes and purple is the only color he likes besides black /#/ into the void / ( queue )

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#Grateful Pt. 2 (Darius Martin x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 993

Summary: It's the day after Y/N agreed to help Darius, but does she have cold feet about it?

Supreme Speaks: hi, so the way I'm doing this series is that each part is divided by days (so one day per part). um, tbh this is a filler and a motivator to move the story along. thanks again to @hooks-martin for the request and for allowing me to do a series for this request.

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hookerforhook

Link to Part 1

Monday, November 22, 2022

“So what’s happening today?” Skye asked you over the phone as you exited your apartment.

“Darius and I are supposed to meet up to discuss the trip and everything. It’s supposed to be a getting-to-know-you type of thing.” You said walking towards the stairs. You were kind of nervous, not gonna lie. Your hands were jittery, you had to take a couple of deep breaths. Since AEW was in your hometown of Chicago, Darius thought it would be a good idea to meet up today before leaving for Minnesota tomorrow.

“I think this a great opportunity for you to gain a new friendship,” Willow said in the background. To be honest, you were a little secluded backstage, despite being in such a social position. You literally did most of the makeup and face paint of AEW Stars. It’s not that you hated talking to people, you were just a little more introverted than most (so yeah you hated people). But some people made their goals to befriend you like Skye and Willow. Others gradually got to get to know you like The Lads (Hook, Andretti, Dante, and Anthony).

With Darius, it was different. Due to his injury and his move to ROH, you never really got to know him. But he was sweet and nice all the times you talked to him. You got his number as an emergency contact with The Lads.

“I guess. But, why did he ask you again? You guys don’t even talk that much or know each other.”

You sighed, “He said it because he doesn’t want feelings to get involved and that I was the only girl who won’t make him feel uncomfortable in this scenario.” Pausing, you stopped in the stairwell. With your voice echoing, “I don’t know though guys, I think I’m gonna back out, this might be too much.” You would feel bad for backing out of your word, but at the same time, it might be too much to do something like this for a person you barely know.

“But what about the Top Flight hoodie? That’s such a fire hoodie though!” Willow exclaimed.

“Yeah, but I can make it myself or I can just buy it. No biggie.” You turned around to start climbing the stairs and go back to your room.  “If you say so.” Skye drifted off, before making a sound. “Oh! Cole Karter asked about you today.”

You stopped and tilted your head in annoyance. “Again?”

“Mm-hmm, he was wondering how he should approach you for a date.” For the past three weeks, Cole has been hinting at asking you out and trying to form a relationship with you. Cole was a handsome man, and very talented indeed, another AEW wrestler. However, he was a douche. The way he acted towards others was a major turn-off for you. But no matter what you said to him, he would never take no for an answer. “Y/N! I got an idea.”

“Listening…”

“If you go fake date Darius, not only would that help him, it could help you get rid of Cole!” Skye said excitedly.

Willow chimed back in. “And ask yourself, who would you rather date? Darius or Cole?”

Your eyes shifted around as you turned yourself around once more and went down the stairs. “Y’all ain't gotta say another word.”

— Time Skip: 2 Hours Later —

“So then, Dante jumped but underestimated how far the table was and just hit the floor,” Darius said, making you laugh. “He couldn’t eat for like two days.”

“I know he was pissed!” You exclaimed, laughing even more.

So far, you’ve been on this “date” with Darius for an hour, and thus far it’s been pretty great. Granted, there were still some awkward silences (like right after you two finished giggling), but you were still having some fun. You two have been getting to know each other, telling each other stories, you’ve been enjoying each other’s company so much that you forgot the original reason why you guys met up.

“Y/N, thanks again for agreeing to do this,” Darius said

You shrugged it off. “It’s literally no problem! Beneficial for both of us, besides I need to get out of the house anyways. So what do my duties consist of?”

“It’s so simple. We act like we’re in love, fool everyone, and leave. Afterward, I’ll just tell them that something happened and we broke up but we are still good friends.”

“And we leave tomorrow?” Darius nodded. “I know that’s gonna be a long drive.”

“Dante and I will be switching halfway, so everything will be fine,” Darius said. After he said that, a brief awkward pause entered the space. At this point, it was expected as, again, you were getting to know each other. “Also, be prepared for a lot of questions. My family is very nosey and loves to try to get every detail as possible, and they’ll try to see if we like each other.”

“What kind of questions will they ask?”

“It ranges. They’ll be like extremely invasive like ’Oh, what did you guys do on your 3-month anniversary? And if someone said this to me how you would respond?’ or they’ll be very basic like ‘What’s my favorite color?’ Again, they range.”

You took in the information as a lightbulb went off in your head. You don’t even know basic information about your supposed ‘boyfriend’. “So what is your favorite color?”

Darius’s face dropped as he realized that despite exchanging simple stories, you didn’t know anything about each other. He chuckled as his face created a small smile. “Blue, specifically, royal blue. What about yours?” You told him yours as his smile grew, “That’s a pretty color for a pretty girl.” Blushing, you started to tell him more basic information about yourself.

And soon, those awkward silences were filled with laughs and flirty banter. From here, it can only get better….

You hope.

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