#⋆⠀᰷ ֹ 🍙 ˓ the echo ﹗

[oofthwoods]

THE BRAWN GP GARAGE GRAND PRIX! ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: jenson button had always been a great commentator, especially when it came to narrating the wild world of imaginary races, where the only challenger was none other than the daughter of his teammate.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: part of the "it takes a paddock" miniseries, that explores moments of echo!reader's childhood in the paddock.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :: 1.2k (just a sweet little story)

The Brawn garage buzzed with activity as the team prepared for another day of testing at the Circuit de Catalunya. Mechanics hurried back and forth, checking and double-checking every detail of the sleek white cars that lined the garage. The air was thick with the smell of rubber and gasoline, and the sound of engines revving filled the space, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement.

Amidst the chaos, a quieter corner of the garage served as a sanctuary from the frenzy. There, sitting on a stack of tires, was Rubens Barrichello's daughter, her hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders as she concentrated intently on her coloring book. Her small fingers gripped a crayon with determination, carefully filling in the lines of a picture with vibrant colors.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through her concentration, and she looked up to see Jenson Button, her father's teammate, approaching with a warm smile. Her face lit up with excitement at the sight of the man, and she jumped off the tires to greet him with a hug.

"Uncle Jen!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "Are you here to race today too?"

Jenson chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he ruffled her hair affectionately. "Not today, sweetheart," he replied. "Your dad's the one doing the racing. But I'm here to keep you company while he's busy out on track."

The girl's eyes sparkled with delight as she listened to Jenson's words. She admired him greatly, not just because of his talent, but because he always took the time to interact with her whenever they crossed paths in the garage.

"Can we do something fun?" she asked eagerly, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.

Jenson nodded enthusiastically, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Of course! How about we have a little race of our own? I'll be the commentator, and you can be the driver."

The girl's face lit up with excitement as she eagerly agreed to the idea. Jenson wasted no time, quickly scurrying around the garage to gather up cones and spare parts to create a makeshift race track. With deft hands, he arranged the obstacles into a winding course that snaked its way around the various tools and equipment scattered about.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the inaugural Brawn Garage Grand Prix!" Jenson announced with theatrical flair, holding up a makeshift microphone fashioned out of an old wrench. "On pole position, we have the one and only… Y/N Barrichello! And alongside her, it's me, Jenson Button, your trusty commentator for today's race."

The girl giggled with delight as she took her position at the starting line, her tiny hands gripping the imaginary steering wheel with determination. Jenson, playing his part to perfection, took up his position as the announcer, adopting a dramatic tone befitting the occasion.

"Get ready, folks! The tension is palpable as our fearless competitors prepare to battle it out on the treacherous Brawn Garage circuit!" Jenson proclaimed, his voice echoing off the walls of the garage.

With a flourish, he counted down from three, his arm slicing through the air like a conductor leading an orchestra. As his hand dropped, signaling the start of the race, the girl stomped on the imaginary accelerator, her make-believe engine roaring to life as she shot off the line in a blur of excitement.

The garage was transformed into a miniature racetrack, the sound of imaginary engines filling the air as the girl and Jenson darted and weaved their way through the makeshift obstacles. Cones became chicane markers, and toolboxes served as hairpin bends, each turn and straightaway presenting a new challenge for the intrepid racers.

Jenson, ever the entertainer, provided colorful commentary as they raced, his voice rising and falling with the ebb and flow of the action. He cheered the girl on with infectious enthusiasm, his words spurring her on to greater feats of daring as she navigated the course with the skill and precision of a seasoned pro (if there ever was a pro of fake racing).

As they crossed the makeshift finish line, Jenson scooped up the girl in one swift motion, lifting her onto his shoulders. Her laughter filled the garage, bubbling over with unrestrained joy as she clung to him, her tiny hands gripping his shoulder.

"Congratulations, champ!" Jenson announced, his voice booming with theatrical flair. "You've just won the first-ever Brawn Garage Grand Prix!"

The mechanics, who had been watching the impromptu race with amused smiles, erupted into cheers and applause. They clapped their hands enthusiastically, their cheers mingling with the sound of engines revving in the distance.

"Way to go, kiddo!" one of the mechanics shouted, giving the girl a thumbs-up.

Some of the mechanics rushed forward to offer high-fives to the victorious little girl, their faces alight with excitement. Others pulled out their phones, eager to capture the moment for posterity. Flashbulbs popped as they snapped photos of Jenson and the young girl, their bond evident for all to see in the warmth of their smiles.

Jenson, his own grin infectious, basked in the attention, reveling in the joy of the moment. "Looks like we've got ourselves a world champion in the making!" he declared, beaming down at the girl perched on his shoulders.

The girl giggled, her cheeks flushed with happiness. "Thanks, Uncle Jen! That was so much fun!"

Rubens, returning to the garage after his stint on track, couldn't help but smile at the heartwarming scene unfolding before him. His daughter, flushed with excitement and clinging tightly to Jenson's shoulders, looked happier than he had seen her in weeks. And Jenson, with his infectious grin and easy charm, seemed to have cast a spell over the entire garage, filling it with an atmosphere of camaraderie and joy.

Walking over to join the celebration, Rubens wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders, pulling her into a warm embrace. "Looks like you had quite the race, huh?" he teased, ruffling her hair affectionately.

The girl nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with pride. "It was the best race ever, Dad! Uncle Jen said I was the fastest driver in the whole garage!"

Rubens chuckled, shooting a grateful smile in Jenson's direction. "Well, I have no doubt about that. You've got quite the talent behind the wheel, just like your old man."

Jenson grinned, giving Rubens a playful punch on the arm. "Hey now, don't go giving her all the credit. She may have won the race, but I was the one providing the commentary! And let me tell you, it was a masterpiece of sports broadcasting."

The three of them laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the garage, mingling with the hum of activity as the team prepared for the next session. For a brief moment, all the stresses and pressures of life in the fast lane melted away.

With Jenson by her side, Rubens knew that his daughter was in good hands – and that was a comforting thought indeed.

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#f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 scenarios #f1 x reader #fem!driver reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 scenarios #formula 1 imagines #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 x fem!driver #fem!driver #formula 1 x reader #x reader #driver reader #jenson button X platonic!reader #⋆⠀᰷ ֹ 🍙 ˓ the echo ﹗

[jesi-pinkman]

꒰ 🍙 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ rebirth

✰ kibutsuji muzan ┊✰ wc; 0.2 ┊ [ U ]

When the funeral pyre lit, that is when muzan cried

content warning: muzan, blood, canon violence, REPOST

a step out of infinity fortress during the day was like suicide, literally. Luckily, the moonlit grounds weren't off-limits and kibutsuji y/n would spend hours outside just admiring the white spider lilies at the banks of a pond. They were magnificent on their own, but not when compared to blue spider lilies.

she saw the stillness of the water, the small koi and the moon reflecting on the surface as satisfying, satisfying enough for her to forget about demons. unfortunately these short lived moments of euphoria were interrupted by the splattering of blood and screams that echoed all around the fortress.

tonight was like any other night, the screams to others may be horrifying, but it gave the female a sense of homeliness. she tilted her head up and closed her eyes, breathing in the metallic smell of the spider lilies and blood. a smile dancing on her lips.

“you know, you should help me find the blue ones instead of admiring the white ones." muzan spoke as his wife opened her eyes, her husband in her view.

"and maybe you should stop overworking akaza once in a while, no?"

"no, i like him. he's useful."

"i like him too! he's my favourite."

"you only like him because he worships the ground you walk on" the king smirked as y/n nodded in approval.

The male brought his hand, covered in blood, up to her face and smearing the red fluid onto her lips.

"For love, I would handle your sins."

"And for justice?" Muzan leaned in, head tilting in amusement.

"I'd show you mine" she finished, as the demon king dipped down to steal a bloody kiss.

2023 all rights belong to jesi-pinkman on tumblr. thank u so so much for reading!! reblogs are always appreciated !!

#muzan headcanons #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x y/n #muzan x reader #demon slayer #kny fluff #kny headcanons #akaza #akaza x reader #kny x reader

[bo-kous-owl]

There’s never a moment where you aren’t full of him, even when his hips pull back; Osamus fingers push deeper inside you and soon he’s got a steady rhythm set up to make you feel as good as possible

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over my fingers and cock?” Samu grunts, the grip he has on your ass with his free hand is deathly and he pulls it away to spank you a couple of times, a red handprint forming quickly along side the bites and hickies that he’s left. “Such a good girl taking it all, slutty little ass needs this doing more often” when you gasp he smirks “cmon baby, cum for me”

-🍙

My hips jump when he smacks my ass like that, the sound echoes off the walls of the shower and makes me want even more. “Again—“ I beg, “please… again..” by the end of this, I want his handprints all over my body, making a statement that I’m his— and only his. “Want you t’mark me Osamu.”

#osamu 🍙

[lovedbydottore]

╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎭

𝐅𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Fandom: One Punch Man (OPM)

Requested By: @chispaaaas

Pronouns: Was never mentioned but the reader is fem as requested

Keywords: (F/F) - Favorite Flower

Trigger Warning(s): Fights

Genre: Fluff { 🍡 } - Slight Angst { 🍹 }

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞

• Being Fubuki this fight was probably about you complaining on how she was overworking and she needs rest, but she has a stubborn nature which results in a ruckus between you and her

• Her telepathic powers just adds fuel to the fire, I could just imagine her throwing around random objects which would almost hit you. Whilst you try to stay calm and use words as a weapon against her.

• "(Y/N) please! You're always like this ugh. You don't understand do you? I'm doing this to stay at the top because we both know I have no chance againts Class A! If you won't support me then we should just break up." She shouted loudly, the utensils going berserk around the room as a knife slashes your cheek. The blood dripped down onto the floor staining it. Her eyes widened as she tried to reach out for you, only to be greeted to a hand to her wrist "(Y/N), I-" before she could speak anymore you walked out of the room slamming the door. Tears threatened her eyes, going down onto her cheek and finally down onto that tiny pool of blood. Falling to her knees she grabbed the knife, twisting it until it was unusable and repairable. She knew she messed up big time, you were the only person she fully trusted, the only one she could go to if she wanted to talk, her only lover. Meanwhile you were sitting on a bench fidgeting with your hands as those words echoed through your head. Closing your eyes you felt the warm sunset shine on your skin, the warm breeze dancing in your hair as the clouds form in many different shapes and sizes. Sighing you dragged your hand over your face "Maybe she was right, we should seperate" you whispered dragging your finger over the wound as the blood stains your fingertips.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

• Okay so I could just imagine her running outside to find you as the sun sets, like this girl would do anything and I mean ANYTHING for you. She would look left, right, up and down just to find you.

• Once she does see you on a bench, she would use her abilities to get your favorite flower. She knew it wasn't much but all she wanted was for you to forgive her and if you wouldn't at this time she would dedicate all the years of her life just to be with you again.

• Walking down the path, a flower in hand the breeze danced in her hair as the warm light shined in her eyes. (F/F) appeared in your view with that familiar luminous light surrounding it, you looked up to see your lover. Looking away you ignored her. She sighed and went down on her knees and suddenly hugged your waist, her head leaning on your chest. A heat made its way to your face as you tried to push her away. Her gripped tightened "(Y/N), I...I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I swear! I love you more than anything else in this world and that's true. I want to grow old with you, please stay with me. I didn't mean to say those things! So please...stay with me?" She begged, her tears staining your shirt. Sighing you brushed her hair "The feeling is...mutual." You smiled, she looked up with the biggest smile on her face! Scooping your cheeks she rised up and placed a kiss on your lips. Wow I guess this is your happy ever after.

• After that she spoiled you rotten! Taking you to expensive restaurants and gives you the best of gifts, and well the end.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

Yooo I'm back but this doesn't mean I'll be that active bc of school pur 😍‼️ anyways I'm sorry if this is bad and all cuz I forgot my writing style ☹️☹️☹️ but nevermind that I hope u enjoy this and bye bye for now 🤭

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#one punch man #opm #opm fanfic #opm headcanons #fubuki one punch man #fubuki opm #fubuki x reader

[pasta-in-the-blender]

i demand. toby. climbing tree. get stuck. tall man w firetruck ladder arms get him unstuck. 🍙💀🖤

FIRETRUCK ARMS I CAN'T

Thanks for the help with editing ilysm<33

Interesting dream, Toby.

Toby was already having a hard time falling asleep already and the woodpecker under his window sure didn’t help.

It was 2 AM already and he had the day off, yet somehow he still cared for his sleep schedule enough to try and rest a little.

Then he heard it.

A squirrel. Yes, a damn squirrel. It was rustling the leaves and chirping so quietly but for Toby's haplessness it was too loud in the eerie silence glooming inside the manor. He was counting in a weak attempt to stay calm but he still heard the continuous harsh tapping on the tree, a few annoying rustles every two seconds- 1..2..3...4..5678910!

He shot up in the comfortable and warm bed in rage, busted the window open and put his head through to see where these annoying disturbances were coming from. To his right he saw the high reaching tree the woodpecker was on, but that wasn't important to him at the moment. He saw the squirrel under his window conveniently on the tree messing with the leaves and he snapped.

He decided that he would skin the damn animal and stick it to a tree, and with that thought in mind he quickly reached for the squirrel.

He missed, of course but he was not on his way to give up right away. He went on and jumped into the tree as well (luckily it didn’t break) and he was on his way right after the tiny little thing. Animals always seem to know when someone has harmful intentions to themselves it seems, because that little thing ran for it's life, with their demise running right after them just as fast.

They ran together at the same pace, unintentionally maintaining the space between each other jumping from one tree on the other.

Toby was so focused on the chase of the tiny animal that he absolutely locked any other information getting to his brain, for example what he was exactly doing right now, or how high up he was, maybe even how far he was from the manor at this point, or perhaps Slenderman's golden rule, that no proxy or pasta is allowed out while he is hunting. (Which he was doing at the moment btw).

No matter how fun it is, every chase must come to an end, and this one ended by the squirrel making a huge jump from one tree to another and Toby finally realizing how much danger he was in. He scrambled back from the edge of the branch and watched the annoyance run off. Then it hit him.

A horrifying picture of some young child seeing the psychotic teenager in his bloody pajamas standing in a tree entered his mind and refused to fade. He was frozen in fear knowing that he has no idea where he was, he's stuck in a tree with no way of getting down, AND the cherry on top of that he was breaking a huge rule by being outside at this time. To sum it up he was drowning in silence. Fearful silence.

Then it happened. Toby accidentally told Slender the whole thing by telepathy. Unintentionally of course, but he still did. So, after a few silent seconds the entity appeared right in front of him. It's hilarious he was still taller than the teen even though he was standing in a tree, but Toby found it less funny and more intimidating at the moment.

"I am very disappointed to find you here, my child" Echoed in Toby's head before he felt his consciousness fade as if on cue.

A few hours later Toby woke up at about 10 AM feeling sore, like he hadn't slept at all. He walks down the stairs to drink some water and sees Slender sitting there with a cup of coffee and a few documents scattered on the table.

Toby remembered his dream and he found it entertaining enough to share it with his boss. "Sir i just remembered this super weird dream of me chasing a squirrel and i got stuck on a tr-" But he was cut off by one short strict sentence;

"I don't want to find you out there again."

#creepypasta #bread's moots^^ #creepypasta x reader #ticcy toby #slenderman #not a ship

[cozymoko]

hey I don't know if you're taking requests but if you're not maybe you could save this for later? or ignore it at all haha I was wondering if you could write a yandere!sasuke and how would he "punish" his s/o for escaping.

Note: This was hard for me to imagine, I'm unsure why. I hope this is acceptable, I took a different approach with this, please enjoy.

⠀⠀⠀↳ Naruto Masterlist

TW: Toxic relationship, manipulation, violence/abusive topics, somewhat angsty.

🍙 As most of my posts suggest, older and younger Sasuke would act differently. Older has a more level-headed approach and younger a more aggressive one. Although they are similar in some aspects, which reflects on their methods of punishment.

——"Did you miss my attention this much {Name}? You have it, now what will you do? "

——"Did you honestly think you could get away? You must enjoy making me chase you, right? "

🍙 Older Sasuke isn't visibly upset, yet displeased inside. His top priority would be to find you, make sure you're safe, then deal with your punishment. He has matured over time and has learned to control himself and think carefully. However, old habits die hard...

🍙 His punishment could go one of two ways, extreme manipulation or simply isolation. Since he's grown quite a bit he'll allow you to explain, yet it'll do little to alter the results. You'll lose all your freedom once you escape, it'll take time to earn it back.

——"I've been a little too trusting of you, haven't I? Was my trust really worth escaping for {Name}?"

🍙 Argue with me if you like, but there's no doubt in my mind if provoked enough he'd use his Tsukuyomi on you. This would be after endless times of you disobeying and going against his judgment. He wants what's best for you and he'll make you see the danger waiting for you on the other end.

🍙 If it must happen, he'll leave you in a genjutsu for days, making them feel like weeks until you understand. But he won't allow you to break, he loves you. Sasuke wants to protect your mind, body, and soul. Let's face it, Sasuke couldn't live without your sweet voice echoing throughout the house, he won't live.

——"{Name}, are you ready to come out? Don't cry, I'm here now...Though my patience is running thin, be good and don't run away again or it will only get worse."

🍙 Teenage Sasuke is undoubtedly blinded by rage, internally or externally. What he'd do when he finds you were the last thing on his mind. Though your penalty would line up with his sadistic nature.

🍙 He'll take you away, leaving various colored bruises on your skin with every pull of your arm. Throwing you into a room, forcing your arms above your head, using his free hand to grab your throat. To show your pain wasn't his true intentions but the resentment boiling in his chest had grown too much.

——"Sa..suke..you're hurting me...stop!" You sobbed as cold eyes stared into your frightened ones. You shut your eyes tight, awaiting your dark fate but it never came. Sasuke ran his tongue up your cheek, slowly licking your salty tears away.

——"Am I {Name}?"

🍙 Sasuke loses all trust in you and sees all faults in your excuses. He'll gaze at you, bathing in satisfaction at the look of fear and the tears brimming in your eyes. The Uchiha wants to scare you as you did him, to make you feel the pain he felt because of you I'm hopes of you never pulling that stunt again.

🍙 Holds you into a suffocating hug, telling you how much he wants...needs you to stay. "They've all betrayed me, don't abandon me like they did." His classic manipulation was more than enough to real you in. Old habits truly die hard.

——"When will you finally understand that you'll never escape me? Wherever you go you'll never be far enough away from me. I won't allow you to double-cross me."

#yandere sasuke #yandere+sasuke+x+reader #yandere sasuke x reader #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden #yandere x darling #x reader #yandere imagines #yandere

[jujumin-translates]

❬A3! Translations❭

➽ Mini Chats

➳ Your Voice Chat Sakuya

➳ Your Voice Chat Citron

➳ Your Voice Chat Sakuya & Citron

➳ Your Voice Chat Tenma

➳ Your Voice Chat Yuki

➳ Your Voice Chat Tenma & Yuki

➳ Cosmetic Chat Masumi & Juza

➳ Cosmetic Chat Muku & Omi

➳ Cosmetic Chat Itaru & Sakyo

➳ SSR Family Sakuya

➽ Backstage Stories

🌸Sakuya ➳ Senribana Monogatari ➳ Morning of a Model Student ➳ Secret Special Training for Countless More Times ➳ A Scoop of Joy ➳ A Good Luck-Bringing Sun ➳ Twins • White ➳ SUNNY SPRING ➳ A Hymn That Echoes Through the Night Sky ➳ Banquet of Blooming ➳ Brilliance of Blooming ➳ Swimming Clownfish ➳ MANKAI Memory ➳ A Gentle Spring Story ➳ Another Cup of Tea With You Today ➳ Alighted Happiness ➳ Balloon BOMB Challenge ➳ Miniature Garden Music Box ➳ Festival of Blooming ➳ Borrowed Textbook ➳ MANKAI Party ➳ Flower of Love, Dreams, and Joy

🎧Masumi ➳ Moon Traveler

✒️Tsuzuru ➳ MANKAI Encore ➳ SSR Family ➳ Run around the field. ➳ Moon Traveler

🎮Itaru ➳ Handsome Man Who Caries an Oilpaper Umbrella

🍋 Citron ➳ Festival of Blooming

🍙Misumi ➳ MANKAI Memory ➳ Guiding Angel ➳ Delta Juggling ➳ WONDER RUSH ➳ SUNNY SUMMER ➳ With Lightening Speed! Leaping Oni ➳ A Morning of Lingering Drowsiness ➳ Ringing Ghungroo ➳ In a Snowy Town ➳ Festival of Blooming ➳ Fluffy Triangle Friends

🌺Kazunari ➳ Brilliance of Blooming

🦊Banri ➳ Naughty Boys

🍡Juza ➳ Sweets Hunter

📷Omi ➳ Run around the field.

💄Azami ➳ Our Little Brother

❄️Tsumugi ➳ Last Planet

️⚽️Tasuku ➳ Under the Darkening Sky

➽ Main Story

➳ Act 12 | Chapter 19 - A Journey for Myself・1

➳ Act 12 | Chapter 30 - The What-If Future and The Reliable Now / Misumi

➽ Event Stories

➳ Special Edition: Veludo Fashion Festa

➳ Literary Impasse

➳ Bridegroom Battle Royale AGAIN

➳ the Rad Red

➳ Secret Happy Factory

[oofthwoods]

INTRODUCTION! ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: get to know porsche's bet for the newest legend in the making in formula one, dubbed as the echo.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: i've been absolutely hooked in @disneyprincemuke vettel reincarnated's series and i have always loved fem!drivers so i decided to give my own take on this <3. | can definitely be read as a reader insert, but the driver will driver under a specific flag and related to a famous driver! even so, physical descriptions will not be given, so you can definitely picture yourself

our fem!driver has a few titles to her name! the most well known, echo, comes from her championship winning f3 & f2 seasons, where she was consistently the fastest driver in the grid, leaving behind only a faint trace of her presence for the other drivers to see.

other nicknames include "lightning" due to her great performances on wet races (as the media says, the only thing faster than the rain is the lightning.), "pg" (stands for both princess of the grid, which is an old karting nickname, and parental guide, given due to her young age), and the legacy.

she is the daughter of ex- formula one driver, rubens barrichello. she drivers under the brazilian flag. i picture her as the middle child, so that would place her date of birth between '01 & '04.

has a streak of four consecutive championship winning years: the italian formula 4 in 2019, freca in 2020, formula 3 in 2021 and formula 2 in 2022.

art grand prix girlie! has been with the french team for both her f3 and f2 seasons.

she was a red bull junior, but was suddenly cut from the team after her formula 3 season. helmut mark claimed that she wasn't consistent enough to justify a contract renewal, which was clearly bullshit as she had literally won the championship.

competed in formula 2 without an academy, but was in talks with porsche to join their team.

committing to her lightning nickname, she chose 95 as her number!

grew up in the paddock! her dad loved to take her around the world with him, and she became a familiar face to all crew and drivers. although she is the youngest of the current grid, she is closer to the oldest guys due to knowing them since she was very young.

outside of formula 1, her closest friends are gabriel bortoleto, felipe drugovich, frederik vesti, liam lawson and clément novalak.

within formula 1, she is closest to fernando alonso, lewis hamilton (both who met her when she was a baby), mick schumacher (her teammate at porsche), lando norris, alex albon and oscar piastri. but she is friendly with everyone, and tries to know them better — it does help that she is a social butterfly who could talk to the walls even if they don't answer.

about porsche: have been in the talks of joining the grid for a long time, and finally got their approval for 2023. they could go for veteran drivers but decided against it, placing their bets of mick schumacher, who had just been dropped from haas, and y/n barrichello, the f2 champion.

when the news dropped, it was the talk of the town! not only she would be the first female to compete in formula one in several years, but the duo barrichello-schumacher would be present again in the grid!

actually loves doing grill the grid and other challenges. some people think it's the rookie rush, but she has always loved playing those games.

has the biggest fat girl crush on susie wolff. would kiss the ground she walks if she could.

still needs a lot pr training due to amount of cursing and off-pocket things she says. apparently saying "i'll throw myself in front of verstappen's car and change the trajectory of his entire life" is not socially acceptable, neither is saying that she's plotting his accidental death.

sponsored by vivienne westwood, which she claims is probably the coolest thing to happen to her.

#f1 imagine #f1 scenarios #f1 imagines #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 scenarios #formula 1 imahines #formula one imagine #formula one imagines #formula one scenarios #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #fem!driver reader #driver reader #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #logan sargeant x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #⋆⠀᰷ ֹ 🍙 ˓ the echo ﹗

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VICIOUS! ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: arthur leclerc likes a certain type of woman: smart, neglects intuition, and not as good as him.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: set in 2021, during echo's formula 3 season. they're both jerks to each other here :/ based on vicious by sabrina carpenter (emails i cant send pretty much defines their relationship). this is short but it's important for her future relationship with a certain someone | i used echo instead of y/n here, but tell me which one you prefer

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :: 2.09k

"I TRIED TO LOOK FOR THE BEST IN THE WORST BUT LIKE, FUCK ME, THAT CAUSED A COMMOTION."

As the evening progresses in Austria, the bustling noises of the city begin to fade into the background, replaced by the occasional murmur of distant conversations and the gentle swish of car tires on the damp pavement. The scent of rain lingers in the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of pine carried by a cool breeze from the nearby mountains. The warmth of the day still lingers, but it's now more tolerable, just a faint reminder of earlier heat.

Arthur paces back and forth on the soft carpet beneath his bare feet, his footsteps creating a restless rhythm that echoes in his mind. Every so often, he runs his fingers along the curtains, feeling the delicate and cool fabric against his skin. But it's as if he's only scratching at the surface of the problem consuming him.

The third stage of the Formula 3 championship went off without a hitch for the three races. Arthur claimed the fastest lap in the second race, while Y/N took home first place in that same race. Prema and Art teams were locked in a heated competition for points during the first half of the championship, with the French team ultimately taking the lead after Frederik Vesti's win at the last race in the Red Bull Ring.

Throughout that weekend, Arthur barely spoke to her. Despite being swamped with commitments such as hectic meetings, exhaustive tests, and endless interviews, they used to make an effort to connect even if it was just a quick call. However, her messages were always met with prolonged periods of silence before receiving a brief and unenthusiastic response, leaving her feeling confused and frustrated. Every attempt to call resulted in reaching voicemail without any explanation or apology for his absence.

Despite her victory in the second race, he was not one of the people who congratulated her. He also did not attend the podium ceremony for the third race, where she secured an important second place for her team. She had sent him messages, but he only responded with a short "thank you" for her congratulations on earning extra points for setting the fastest lap. He completely ignored her invitation to join her and some other drivers in a celebration.

She finally couldn't take the silence any longer and broke it with frustration. "Can we at least talk? We're not kids anymore, Arthur," she said, sitting on his cluttered bed.

"Are you leaving for France tomorrow?" Arthur asked quietly, still refusing to look at her as he packed his suitcase.

"No. Fernando wants me to go to Madrid and then Silverstone with him during my break. The team doesn't need me at the factory, so I have some free time," Y/N replied with a heavy sigh, feeling the tension between them.

She received only a grunt as a response, which was enough for her to know that it was time to speak up. "Are you going to turn around and actually use words, or are you going to keep grunting like some kind of primitive?" Her voice held a mix of determination and disappointment, reflecting her growing frustration with the lack of communication between them.

Arthur spun on his heels and made his way slowly towards Y/N, his face betraying a medley of conflicting emotions. She stood up from the bed, keeping a close eye on his expression in anticipation of what might happen next.

Their relationship was still new; they had met at a party thrown by a mutual friend who was also one of her teammates. That night, everything seemed to align perfectly for their chance encounter, and the initial spark of attraction quickly grew into something more profound. Through casual touches, shared smiles, and intimate conversations about their interests and preferences, they were building the fragile yet promising foundations of their relationship.

He paused, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the perfect words to express himself. She watched with curiosity, waiting for him to speak.

"Why didn't you let me overtake you?" Arthur asked, sounding unsure.

The girl furrowed her eyebrows, trying to comprehend his question. She repeated it in her head, trying to understand the underlying meaning. "What do you mean?"

Arthur seemed annoyed by her confusion and scrunched his face in response. "In yesterday's race. I was right behind you, but you wouldn't move out of the way."

Her arms automatically crossed in front of her chest, her tone becoming defensive. She didn't like where this conversation was headed. "Why should I let you pass, Arthur? I don't remember breaking any rules to earn my spot."

Arthur released a frustrated sigh, feeling the tension between them escalating with each word they exchanged. He closed the distance between them, hoping to find some understanding in her eyes.

"I'm not accusing you of breaking any rules, cherie." His tone softened, attempting to diffuse the situation. "I just want to know why you didn't make room for me to pass. It seemed like you were intentionally blocking me."

Y/N felt the weight of Arthur's words as an accusation, and it only added to her growing frustration. She couldn't believe they were having this argument now, when there was so much at stake for both of them.

"Of course I was blocking you! We're competitors, remember?" Her voice was firm, but she laced it with a confused laugh. "My team needs those points. I need those points. Why would I let you have them?"

Arthur took a step back, caught off guard by the intensity of Y/N's response. He looked both surprised and disappointed, struggling to process her strong emotions.

"I just thought you would understand," he muttered, his voice trailing off as if he regretted speaking at all. Unable to meet her gaze, he turned away.

She felt a surge of anger within her, a mix of frustration and sadness. She was taken aback that Arthur would question her integrity on the track, especially considering their intimate relationship off of it.

"Understand?" She repeated, each word dripping with disbelief. "Arthur, I want that title just as much as you do. It's not my responsibility to make it easy for you or anyone else. You know that."

There was a tense moment of silence between them, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city outside. Y/N felt a pang in her chest at the feeling that something was unraveling between them, something that might never be fully repaired.

"I know," he replied, his voice betraying a hint of weakness. "But I thought we were more than just competitors."

Her expression softened briefly, a flicker of sadness crossing her features before she steeled herself with determination.

"Arthur, I can't sacrifice my career for our relationship," she said, her voice softening slightly. "We both knew what we were getting into when we started dating."

Arthur's voice turned defensive as he tried to justify his actions. "Don't you think it would have been better if I had won?" He glanced at his girlfriend, his eyes pleading for understanding. "You're still new to this category; there will be other chances for you."

She raised her eyebrows, her gaze unwavering and intense. "So, you're saying it would be acceptable for me to lose simply because I'm a rookie?" Her tone was sharp, like a blade cutting through the air.

Arthur paused, searching for the right words to explain himself. "No, that's not what I meant," he stammered, but Y/N cut him off.

"Did you give the same speech to all the other rookies too?" her sarcasm evident.

Arthur's discomfort flickered across his face before he turned back to meet her unwavering stare. "The other rookies aren't in a relationship with me," he retorted with a hint of harshness.

Y/N fell silent, digesting his words. Then, she stepped closer to him, locking eyes with determination.

"Tell me honestly, Arthur," she began calmly yet emotion thick in her voice. "Did you want me to let you win because I'm a rookie or because I'm your girlfriend?"

Her question hit Arthur like a punch to the gut, leaving him struggling to find the right words. He couldn't hide from the truth any longer.

"I…I'm not sure," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper as uncertainty and vulnerability seeped through. "Maybe it's a bit of both."

Her expression hardened, her eyes showing disappointment and frustration in equal measure. She had expected more from him, hoped that he would acknowledge his own flaws and confront them head-on.

"So you don't trust me as a competitor, as a driver?" she asked, her voice betraying a slight tremor of emotion that she was trying to contain.

Arthur's heart raced as he met her intense gaze. He knew his words had hurt her and shattered the trust she had in him.

"That's not what I meant, cherie." He struggled to find the right words, but they sounded hollow even to his own ears. "It's just…I don't know how to handle the fact that you're better than me."

She was filled with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to scream at him, to tell him that his insecurities were not her responsibility and she couldn't sacrifice her own ambitions for his approval. But at the same time, she felt a twinge of empathy for him, understanding that his insecurity came from a place of deep vulnerability.

"Arthur, I can't change who I am because of your doubts," she said firmly. "And I won't apologize for excelling at what I do."

Arthur's voice took on a smooth, almost patronizing tone, a subtle edge of superiority laced within his words. "You must be feeling quite pleased with yourself, wouldn't you agree?" he mused, his tone carrying a delicate sting. "Stepping onto the stage as a rookie and quickly grabbing the spotlight. Impressive, definitely, but experience and dedication? Those are qualities that develop over time, babe."

Her brow furrowed slightly, a mix of disbelief and hurt flickering across her features. "I just want us to understand each other," she started, her tone gentle yet resolute. "I'm not trying to belittle what you've achieved. But it's not about placing blame. If you truly have the experience and talent you speak of, shouldn't overtaking me come as second nature, without needing to ask?"

Arthur's cheeks flushed with a sudden surge of anger, the tension between them palpable. "You underestimate what it takes to rise to the top," he retorted sharply, bitterness creeping into his voice. "Talent is one thing, but true success in this realm requires more than just skill. Experience is the key that sets winners apart from the rest."

Her eyes narrowed subtly, a flicker of impatience dancing within them. "What makes you assume I lack dedication and experience?" she questioned calmly, her tone holding a hint of challenge. "Just because my journey in this sport hasn't been as long as yours doesn't diminish the effort I've put in."

Arthur emitted a dry chuckle, his resentment barely concealed. "You've had quite the advantageous start, haven't you?" he remarked, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You believe your familial connections and wealth entitle you to success? Reality doesn't operate on such privileges."

Her hands tightened into fists, a surge of defiance coursing through her. She refused to let his patronizing remarks undermine her accomplishments. Her voice remained composed yet firm, slicing through the tension. "Privileges? It's ironic coming from someone who's thrived under their brother's shadow," she countered, her gaze ablaze with determination. "You stand there, relying on your average talent to compensate for the countless doors opened by your surname."

Arthur's complexion deepened with a flush, a blend of shame and anger twisting his expression. He despised the constant comparisons to his brother, weary of residing in his sibling's imposing shadow. This resentment fueled his determination to establish his identity.

"I'm not my brother," he snapped with intensity.

She met his gaze steadily, her defiance unyielding. "No, you're not. And that's the problem," she countered sharply, her tone slicing through the air.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, the air crackling with unspoken animosity as they stood facing each other. Her eyes burned with fury, her hands clenched tightly by her sides. She was done playing nice.

"I'm not carrying anyone's burdens," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "I have my own stuff to deal with. You don't like the fact that your girlfriend is better than you? Consider this problem solved."

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'23 grid ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: an overview of fem!driver relationship with a few drivers on the grid. just a bunch of cute headcanons that i can't get out of my head. i only added the ones i feel she would be closest with, but feel free to ask me about any other driver!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: recommend reading the introduction for the backstory.

˒ ⌕ — MICK SCHUMACHER ( 47 )

more than mere teammates, mick and her have been glued to the hip ever since they met. with both of their parents being ex-formula one drivers for the same team, it was clear from the very start that they would see each other very often. as kids, wondering around the paddock, as teens, supporting each other on the track and now, as young adults, competing against each other on porsche and f1.

while mick is a sweet, introverted guy who tends to think about every word that leaves his miuth, she is the complete opposite — loud, bashful and someone who should have a bigger filter between your brain and mouth. is the epitome of orange cat × golden retriever, and fans eat it up.

while mick sometimes can calm her, it's more likely that she brings him into her shenanigans.

˒ ⌕ — MAX VERSTAPPEN ( 33 )

her and max couldn't have a more different upbringing. while he was roughly shaped into a champion by his father, she had been carefully brought into the motorsport world by yours.

they've met during her years as a red bull junior, and what started with max being a bit annoyed by her non-stop talking quickly turned into an honest friendship, where they both can say whatever they want.

it leads to max saying the most unhinged things and her being the only one who jokes along instead of feeling concerned.

˒ ⌕ — LEWIS HAMILTON ( 44 )

probably one of the cutest driver pairings in the grid. fans love to dig out old picture from the two and compare to it now.

lewis has always had a soft spot for her, ever since she was a kid roaming around in the paddock. he would show her his car, explaining all the things to her and claiming that his team was better than whatever team her dad was on.

once she came back to the paddock, now as a driver, he took one look at her and immediately took her under his wing. they both are, in their own ways, alone within the rest of the grid and he wouldn't let the media, or anyone for what matters, dim her light.

on the daily, he is always checking up on her, not in a overbearing fatherly way, but more as an older brother figure.

during her first months he managed to convince the media outlets to pair them both together for every interview, and he was always quick to shut down any stupid question sent her way.

if she annoys him for long enough, she manages to make him agree to coordinate his outfits with her.

˒ ⌕ — FERNANDO ALONSO ( 14 )

similar to lewis, she met alonso when she was very young. although he had a bad reputation during that time, she always loved to hang out with him, because she loved how cool he looked every time he won a race.

it took him some time to warm up to her, as he was never that great with kids when he was younger, but when she gifted him a drawing she had made of him winning a race, he was done for. yes, he was still seen as some sort of villain, but everyone agreed that he looked more human when she was on him arms.

he would grab her from her father's garage (with his permission, of course) and would take her to his, always waiting with her favorite flavor of pizza. it became a tradition for the both of them to eat it before a race, being his or hers.

whenever he could, he would watch her races from her garage, proudly wearing team merchandise with her name on it. when she won her f2 championship, he made sure to stand closely to the podium, and he would deny it, but he cried a bit when she raised her trophy.

such a cute duo because he tries to keep up with the things she likes, but still doesn't fully understand everything, so one day he would randomly say that her outfits is slaying and would leave with a polite smile while she stands there, confused, wondering where the hell did he learn that.

still tries to continue their pizza traditions <3

˒ ⌕ — LANDO NORRIS ( 04 )

they both barely knew each other before her debut in f1, but somehow clicked instantly. it might be because of their self depreciated tendencies, or their constant sarcasm. who knows? the only thing that matters is that when a reporter asks a stupid question, they can communicate with a single glance.

lando tries to get her intro photography but gives up once she couldn't fully understand how to correctly operate a camera. claims that she is a pretty good model to make up for it <3

somehow they know everything about everyone. it's a mix of lando knowing the drivers very well, and her knowing a lot of the mechanics of different teams. whenever something happens in the paddock, they both definitely know.

˒ ⌕ — GEORGE RUSSELL ( 63 )

met simply because she thought his pose was so funny that she had to ask him if he thought about it previously or decided to just wing it during filming. he was slightly confused that she seemed so friendly after they had just net, but quickly understood that was simply how she acted.

the most meme worthy duo. with his perfect timed actions and her dynamic facial expressions, their faces are always seen together plastered on twitter.

the butt of most of her jokes. she constantly sends him tiktoks and he claims that he is tired of it, but always sees each one and gives a little commentary.

if lewis is her caring older brother, george is her annoying one.

˒ ⌕ — OSCAR PIASTRI ( 81 )

the two of them have a long running joke because they don't know when they met. they've never competed against each other, as he was always one year above in the series, and never raced for the same team, but somehow, they feel like you've always been friends.

(they once actually sat down to try and trace back to their first meeting, but only got as far as to a gala in 2020, but they both remember already being friends during that.)

people thought they would never see them interact because of their distinct personalities and were very surprised when she pulled him into a hug after their race in bahrain.

always bantering and joking, oscar likes that she understand his sense of humor and don't take it too seriously.

˒ ⌕ — ALEX ALBON ( 23 )

met solely because she felt the need to tell him how pretty his girlfriend was. he was very confused but appreciated the compliment (even though it wasn't dedicated to him).

after that he kept getting drawn by her straight to the point comments, always failing to conceal his laughter after she says something, either during debriefing or interviews.

she pretty much became his and lily's daughter. they take her out to eat after races, lily tries to teach her how to golf and alex convinces her to die her hair if she scores at least 10 ponths.

#f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 scenarios #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 imagines #formula 1 scenarios #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one imagines #formula one scenarios #formula one x reader #fem!driver #fem!driver reader #lando norris x reader #mick schumacher x reader #oscar piastri x reader #⋆⠀᰷ ֹ 🍙 ˓ the echo ﹗

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i wanna see her and mick join forces and be the absolute bestest nepo babies in the paddocks

mick and echo!reader can enter every single room in the paddock simply because they know someone. the mechanic from mercedes? worked with mick's dad. the one guy in red bull? used to work with her dad at honda. the security that claims no driver can enter a certain building? he's been working in formula 1 for so long that he used to babysit them when they were kids, of course he's going to let them through.

mick is more hesitant to use his nepo privileges, but echo has so many thing weighting against her (because she's a woman) that every single thing that can be used to make her life a easier, will be used.

people want her to do an interview with that woman who claimed formula 1 is not a sport for females? she'd cling to button, who was her dad's teammate at brawn, and refuse to answer any of her questions, and the world champion would just nod and ignore the reporter as well, making his own questions to the younger driver.

#nepotism used correctly can't hurt anyone! #⋆⠀᰷ ֹ 🍙 ˓ the echo ; headcanons﹗

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alex found out which hotel echo was staying in after the bahrain grand prix and called saying "you have a promise to keep." maybe she shouldn't have agreed to paint her hair if she scored points. but hey, at least they became grid twins for a while!

#might write a full scenario of this 🧐 #⋆⠀᰷ ֹ 🍙 ˓ the echo ; headcanons ﹗

[oofthwoods]

need to get this out of my chest: echo!reader's personality is very very similar to reneé rapp's. two hot girls that severely need more pr training but no one really cares because is so funny that they just speak whatever is on their minds.

#echo!reader headcanons

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MIDNIGHT BAKER! ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: wednesday nights should be reserved for sleeping and recharging energies for the weekend, especially when said weekend marks her first ever formula one grand prix. but when the nerves get the best of echo!reader, it's time to come out of the bed and do what she always does: stress bake. but when the stakes multiply, so does the dough.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: somehow based on that tiktok audio about the midnight barber, but instead of cutting your hair in the middle of the night, fem!driver is baking you cookies in the middle of the night. also english is not my first language so i apologize if there's any grammar mistakes :(

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :: 2.1k

NOTE FOR SELF: DON’T SNEAK INTO MICK’S ROOM. HE MIGHT THINK YOU’RE A GHOST.

if you were to ask her, she would tell you that the boy's reaction was far too exaggerated. after all, they had snuck into each other's hotel rooms countless times before, especially during their days as competitors in separate leagues. and could it really be called sneaking around when she had used the magnetic card he had personally given to her in case of an emergency?

mick let out a long, exhausted sigh and ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair as he slumped onto the bed. he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her in his hotel room kitchen, completely absorbed in the task of arranging an assortment of cookies into neat rows on several baking sheets.

"i'm just saying, a heads up would have been nice," he finally spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled between them.

she was completely focused on arranging an assortment of cookies in the hotel room's oven, each piece fitting perfectly like a game of tetris. her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her delicate hands expertly maneuvered the trays into place. "i didn't think you'd wake up," she murmured, not bothering to turn around.

"how could i not with all this commotion going on?" mick chuckled, gesturing to the mess of ingredients and dishes scattered around the small kitchenette. the sweet aroma of warm cookies filled the air, making it feel like a cozy haven from the cold outside.

with a satisfied smile, she closed the oven door and turned back to him. "you never woke up before when i did this," she pointed out with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

a genuine laugh, deep and rich, escaped her lips as she watched his reaction. it was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds that had been weighing on her since their arrival in bahrain. she felt a sense of relief wash over her - the first real moment of peace she had felt in days.

"what? did you think chocolate chip cookies magically appeared in your room every morning?" she teased playfully, enjoying the surprised look on his face.

his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he sheepishly replied, "no, i knew that you made them. i just didn't realize you did it in my room."

"well, now you know my secret," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. she let out a sigh and removed her apron, stained with flour and splattered with milk. she glanced at the timer on her phone and said, "don't worry, it's not always the case, but some hotels have ovens that are too small for my liking. i hate waiting around for things to bake, so i use mine and yours kitchen"

mick observed the way that, despite wearing a bright smile, his best friend tapped her foot and furrowed her brow, her agitation practically radiating off of her. she always turned to baking when faced with stress or anxiety, so it was clear to him the internal turmoil she was facing. despite the dark circles under her eyes and the tired lines etched on her face, he knew she wouldn't stop until their task was completed to perfection.

y/n's eyelids drooped, heavy with fatigue as she sat on the smooth, cool marble counter. she rubbed them gently with the palm of her hand, trying to alleviate the tiredness that weighed down her body. through the oven window, she watched as the pastries slowly turned golden brown. the sweet aroma of butter and sugar filled the kitchen, a familiar comfort that helped ease her nerves for tomorrow.

"sorry for waking you up" she said, shifting her weight so that she could face the boy standing next to her. his hair was tousled from sleep, but he wore a gentle smile on his lips. "you usually sleep like a rock, i didn't expect you to hear me at all."

"well, let’s say i couldn't resist the smell of your baking skills," he replied with a wink.

"oh please, you were shitting your pants thinking that i was either a ghost or a murderer," she teased, nudging him playfully.

his confident facade faltered as he tried to deny it. "i-i wasn't afraid! i just...wasn't sure who it was."

raising an eyebrow at him, she challenged his claim. "uh-huh, sure. it was pretty obvious you were scared out of your mind."

mick huffed and crossed his arms defiantly. "we’re in a hotel in a foreign country and suddenly i hear sounds coming from my private kitchen. i think it's completely plausible to be a little… worried," he argued, trying to maintain his tough exterior.

she rolled her eyes affectionately and gave him a knowing smile. "you know I'm the only one else who has access to your keycard, mick."

mick's shoulders sagged, defeated by y/n's logic. he let out a sigh, his tough facade crumbling. "okay, maybe I was a little scared," he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

y/n chuckled softly, her eyes filled with warmth as she reached out to gently squeeze mick's hand. "well, you don't have to worry anymore. It's just me, your talented, pastry-making, and anxiety filled best friend," she reassured him, her voice filled with affection.

"anxiety filled? is this why you're baking so much? worried about tomorrow?"

as soon as the next day was mentioned, y/n's stomach dropped.

the pre-tests for the upcoming racing season had gone smoothly for her as she had put on a confident facade, flashing a bright smile and cracking jokes with her fellow drivers. her ease on the track was palpable as she navigated the circuit with grace and skill, getting familiar with her car and the track.

underneath it all, she felt a pressure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. she knew she couldn't show any signs of weakness - not in front of her competitors, not in front of the media, not in front of anyone. after all, what would they say when the only woman on the grid was seen trembling and putting on a fake smile?

this was more than just a race for her - it was the culmination of a lifelong dream finally coming true. her addition to the male-dominated world of professional racing was a historic moment after years without a single female driver. and representing porsche, a team that was also a newcomer to the sport and had their destiny sat half in her hands, only added to the weight on her shoulders.

with a sudden, firm tug on her shoulder, mick's hand shattered her daydream and she snapped back to reality. his piercing blue gaze seemed to bore into her, examining her with an intensity that made her feel naked and exposed. as if he could see the chaotic thoughts racing through her mind, mick's eyes darted back and forth, taking in every expression that crossed her face. years of friendship meant couldn't hide from him, not even for a moment.

"come on," he teased, giving her shoulder a playful shake like they were kids again. "where's the girl who dominated four straight championships? the one who smashed the record for most points in a formula 2 season?"

she couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "gone," she replied with a shrug. "replaced by a washed up has-been that mops around and bake chocolate chip cookies."

mick's grin faded, replaced by a sad expression. "don't say that," he said firmly. "you're still one of the best driver i know. don't let anyone convince you otherwise"

she let out a weary sigh, her shoulders slumping as she leaned against the cool surface of the counter. her gaze wandered around the lavish hotel room, identical to her own in every way except for the view outside the window.

"you can't say that, it'll go straight to my head" she looked him in the eyes, with a tired smile.

"great. maybe then you'll start to believe me"

"it's just... different." she sighed, and brushed away a stray lock of hair that had fallen into her determined eyes. "if i fail, they'll use it as ammunition to say that hiring a woman for the team was a mistake. they'll chalk it up to nepotism - hiring my famous father's daughter without considering my skills. they'll compare me to him and say i don't have what it takes, and if i make even the slightest mistake, they'll use it as ammunition to say 'see? this is why women shouldn't race in formula 1.' it feels like everyone is waiting for me to slip up so they can declare me a hazard on the track and call for my super license to be revoked." her shoulders tensed at the thought.

mick spoke gently, "you spend too much time worrying about things that may never happen."

"i know. it's called anxiety. 0/10, would not recommend," she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

he then called her by her nickname, "i'm serious. you set one of the best times in training. your race engineer is already talking about getting a tattoo if you win your first race later this year. no one believes you'll disappoint."

she chuckled at his words. mick was telling the truth - after one of her practice periods during pre-training, jasper, the man who would work alonside her as her race engineer, had greeted her with euphoria and promised to get a tattoo with the date of her first victory along with a drawing of the circuit layout.

she gave him a small smile, appreciating his attempts to lift her spirits. but the doubts and worries still lingered in her mind like ghosts.

"i know you're trying to help, and i love your for it," she said. "but it's not that simple. i've dreamed about this my whole life, you know? being here, on the verge of achieving what I've worked so hard for." her voice grew soft. "but now that I'm so close, it's like i can see all the ways i could fail even more clearly."

she turned and gazed out the window at the circuit lights glowing in the distance. "if i succeed, it will open doors for other women. but if i fail..." her voice trailed off, unable to give voice to the dark thoughts swirling in her mind.

mick moved next to her, also taking in the view. "the greats are never without doubt," he said after a moment. "my father used to say self-belief is a muscle - you have to exercise it constantly for it to grow strong."

y/n laughed in response. "well, you have me there. how could i argue with a seven-time world champion?"

mick chuckled along with her. "exactly! you can't."

"you're gonna be great out there tomorrow," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "just remember your training and trust your instincts. the rest will take care of itself."

she gave him a small but grateful smile. having his steadfast faith in her abilities was like a rock she could cling to in the swirling sea of uncertainties that plagued her. she could only hope she was the same to him.

"one lap at a time," she said, steeling her resolve. "no thinking about the future or the naysayers. just me, the car and the track. and the occasional animal that comes to visit"

mick grinned. "that's my girl"

the piercing beep of the timer on y/n's phone jolted her back to reality, reminding her that there were still cookies baking in her room. "shit, i completely lost track of time. i'll go turn off the oven in my room first, then come back here to handle these."

mick flashed a warm smile at her. "don't worry about it. you look like you could use some rest."

"are you implying that I have dark circles under my eyes, schumacher?"

he chuckled. "i'm simply suggesting that i can take care of these ones. it'll only take me another five minutes." he stooped down to inspect the almost finished cookies through the glass door of the oven. "all under control."

she wanted to argue and offer her help, but exhaustion was slowly creeping up on her and a glance at the clock by mick's bedside showed that it was well past bedtime. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"probably have fewer cookies," he quipped with a playful grin.

she smiled, the worries that had been weighing on her mind starting to lift. somehow, he always knew how to make her feel better.

"alright, you win this time. i'll let you be the cookie master while i go get some rest."

as she turned to leave, mick called out "hey, don't forget we're going over race strategy first thing tomorrow morning. i'll bring the coffee if you bring the cookies."

"it's a deal," she said. "goodnight, mick. and…thank you."

"always." he smiled and gave a little wave as she slipped out the door into the quiet hallway.

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[bo-kous-owl]

A dirty grin spreads on his face, breathing hot and heavy by your ear as you fall apart on his cock— it’s dirty and sweaty and the air is thick with sex but he loves the way you feel and look when you cum around him. “dirty little slut begging like that” he growls almost, gripping your hair tighter to feel you clench around him.

It’s so tight and warm and he’s almost sure you squirted on his cock but he’s not letting up, overstimulating your walls as he drives his cock in and out. “Gonna make you cum again, want you a mess like the slut you are. Beg me to cum and maybe I’ll let you”

-🍙🍙

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room. His grunts and my moans and cries of pleasure could surely be heard by neighbors, but I can’t bring myself to care. “Samu—! Baby, fuck… please let me— let me cum on your cock!”

My back is in such a deep arch is almost hurts, but he feels so good. My walls spasm around him, trying to milk him for everything he’s got, but I’m sure he’s not even close to cumming yet. “It’s so good… so fucking good—!” I cry out for him.

#osamu 🍙

[lovedbydottore]

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 ☕

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Fandom: One Punch Man (OPM)

Request By: @genosskun

Pronouns: They/Them

Trigger Warning(s): None

Genre: Fluff { 🍡 }

Resting in you and Tatsumaki's shared apartment, you sat on the sofa infront of the TV, waiting for her to return. You heard the doorknob turn, causing you to turn around and look at it. Finally there stood Tatsumaki, stepping inside she hung her coat on a rack and removed her shoes.

"Maki!" You exclaimed, causing you to cough right after due to your hoarse voice. Tatsumaki ran towards you leading you to the kitchen, her eyes giving you a scolding look.

"Didn't I tell you not to raise your voice because of your condition?" She scolded, crossing her arms. Letting out a "hmph" sound she unpacked the groceries, a pack of green tea caught your eye. Tatsumaki usually buys it for you to relief your soar voice. Coughing, Tatsumaki's attention was averted to you, her brows furrowed she swiftly made some green tea, brewing it to perfection, she served it to you in a tea cup.

"Here, something that could help you out..." She muttered, giving her a thankful look, you took a sip of the tea, the warm liquid going down your throat making you feel at home. Sighing as your eyes shined in the warm lighting, Tatsumaki's expression intoxicated with admiration for you, clearing her throat she continued unpacking groceries.

"Hey, N/N what do you want for dinner?" She spoke in a soft tone, parting the cup from your lips as you pondered what you wanted. Finally coming up with something, you cleared your throat.

"Maybe... Tempura?" You insisted, your mouth drooling over the thought of that dish. Tatsumaki gave you a stern disappointed look.

"Seriously, again? Geez you really are that same Y/N from highschool!" She nagged, fingers on her temple.

"C'mon! I'll treat ya to candy apples!" You grinned, voice slightly cracking. Tatsumaki's eyes were shining from the thought of candy apples...

"Deal!" She declared, and the deal was sealed! She'd make you tempura and you'd treat her to candly apples.

Placing the final tempura to your mouth, biting on it giving off that oh-so familiar crunch! Sighing in relief you rubbed your tummy, Tatsumaki swiftly snatched the plates.

Giving her a thankful smile, you walked over to the bathroom taking a quick shower to cool down your body. Wearing a robe you sat on a vanity drying your hair with a towel, and then finally combing your hair to at least fix it up a little.

"Hm, don't forget to take your meds!" Tatsumaki blurted from the bathroom with a slight echo coming along with it. Sitting on your shared bed, you opened the drawer and took your meds, snatching your phone you scrolled through social media, finally you felt the mattress dip a little gesturing that Tatsumaki was done with her shower. Putting your phone on the nightstand you averted your sight to her, she was laying on her side in a ethereal manner. Scooting closer you placed your hand on her waist pulling her close to you until her back hits your chest. Tatsumaki let's out a satisfied sigh, holding your hand caressing it gently.

"I love you." She whispered, a pink tint growing on her face. Chuckling you rested your head on hers.

"I love you too, Maki." You let out in a raspy tone, as always slightly cracking. Tatsumaki reached out for the lamp to close it. Finally everything went dark, both of you breathing in unison. Your eyelids feeling heavier every second that passed, finally giving into the murmurs of sleep you driftes off into a sweet slumber.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

Omg sorry again for the delay I was like rlly tired yesterday so I had no motivation but here ya go :D (btw I'm so sorry since this is shorter than my other works I'm jus so brain dead rn)

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