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vroom63 · 2 years

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Aperol Aftermath // M.A

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw, mature, alcohol

Summary: you and Marcus have both had enough

Word count: 1.9k

Author's note: So that new Screaming Meals pod did unspeakable things to me. Enjoy

You couldn’t take it anymore. The way he was sitting with his legs spread wide, head thrown back in laughter as James went on about how attractive he found Charles. It was driving you absolutely insane. Hot and bothered didn’t even begin to describe how you felt. It was no secret that you found Marcus attractive, but something about the carefree laughter as he waffled absolute shit with his friends somehow magnified the effect.

You had been best friends since you were kids, following him to Europe after high school and taking on the role as his social media manager after university. Life with Marcus was filled with joy and laughter and endless adventures. It was a life you never dreamed possible. The catch? Trying to keep a lid on your feelings. Trying to ignore the twinge of jealousy whenever he flirted with someone. Trying to convince yourself that you could be happy with someone else. And now you were standing behind the camera in some hotel in Budapest, imagining what it would be like to be straddling those powerful thighs, letting your thoughts run wild as he filmed another podcast episode.

“Peach?” his voice calling you roused you from your thoughts. You had no idea how long you had been staring, but your skin felt like it was on fire. Marcus had gotten up, now standing in front of you trying to catch your attention. “Kiwi?” you countered hoarsely, your throat and mouth feeling dry. “You ok?” he asked, studying your face. “I’m fine, all good then?” you deflect. “Yeah, ready to head out? Clem apparently knows this amazing club we can go to,” he says, gesturing to Clem, James and Correa heading towards the exit. “Let’s go!” you answer, mentally trying to prepare for the hazzard Marcus turns into when going out.

The club was packed. Barely-room-to-move packed, but luckily Clem had called ahead to reserve the VIP section for your group. Felipe, Juri, Liam, Lando, Lusia and Max were already waiting for you when you arrived. “Maxy!” you exclaim, “it’s so good to see you!”. Sitting down beside him, you gave him a sideways hug. You had known these people for years, but Max was the one you didn’t get to see too often. “Hey Peachy, good to see you too!” he answered while returning your hug. Marcus slipped into the seat beside you, arm slung across the back of your seat. His cologne mixed with something that was uniquely him hit you with the force of a bus, effectively wiping your mind clean. He would be the death of you, you were certain of that.

One thing you couldn’t help but notice throughout the night was that Marcus barely touched alcohol. With him limiting his intake, you decided to do the same. “I wanna dance,” you called to him over the deafening bass. Instead of answering, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the packed dance floor. The sheer amount of people forced you to be closer than you would normally be. People bumped into you left, right and center, and Marcus pulled you closer so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd.

His touch spread like wildfire. You had your back to his front, ass brushing lightly over his crotch every time you moved. You lost track of time as you danced with him. Someone bumped into him from behind, causing him to tighten his grip on you to stabilize himself. The action had pulled your ass flush against his crotch, and the groan he let out sent shivers down your spine. He was hard. Rock solid, probably about to burst. There was no way this was happening. You could not be the cause of this. No way. “Peach,” he groaned as you continued to move against him. Hands flexing on your hips, he grinds his cock against you. A soft moan slipped out of you as you threw your head back, leaning on his shoulder. “Stop dancing like that, or I’m gonna cum right here.” even with the noise level of the club his voice was crystal clear in your ear. Moving with more determination, you grabbed his arms from your hips and wrapped them around you, effectively wrapping him around your body. “Are you asking me to fuck you?” he continued, letting his hand rest right below your breast. “So what if I am?” you counter. “Let’s get out of here.”. He didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed your hand pulling you towards the exit.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. Marcus held your hand and played with your fingers like he normally did. Nothing about his demeanor said he was about to bust in his trousers. He’d wanted this for years, never really finding the courage to make a move. He never wanted to lose you. Didn’t want to know what everyday life would be like without you. Needed your constant support and optimism when races go to hell. Needed the grounding you give him, the sense of calm he feels when he’s with you. He also needs to fuck you. Right fucking now.

As soon as the door to his hotel room had closed, he had you crowded up against it. Forehead pressed to yours, breaths mingled between you. His eyes were blazing, setting fire not only to your body, but your soul as well. Was it worth risking everything for this?

Kissing Marcus felt like coming home. Like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for a long time. His lips were soft against yours, maybe even a little hesitant. Grabbing onto his neck, you pulled him closer to you. Taking that as a “go ahead”, Marcus kissed you with a passion you had never felt before. You knew it was wrong, being pressed up against the door and making out with your best friend like your life depended on it. You couldn’t find it in you to care though. Every filthy thing you had ever imagined about him flashed through your mind, encouraging you to kiss him back with the same passion.

“This dress..” he began, hands roaming over your body, feeling you up in the most delicious way, “should be illegal”. He pulled back to look at you. “If we start this, I won’t be able to stop” he said, “I’ve been wanting this for too long”. “Then don’t stop,” you said, pulling him to another searing kiss. He gripped one of your thighs, lifting it and pulled your core flush against his cock. The moan that left you was boarderline pornographic. The friction his jeans created was glorious, causing you to dig your nails into his back which in return made Marcus let out a deep groan.

“Sofa,” you let out, trying to focus your mind. “What?” he asked, distracted by the feeling of your wetness seeping through his jeans. “Sit on the sofa,” you said. Following your direction, he sat down, looking up at you expectantly. You took a moment to admire him. His legs were spread, just like they had been earlier. His shirt had a couple buttons undone, leaving you a sneak peak of his chest. His hair was a mess, lips red and plump from kissing. He was a sight to behold.

“We’re crossing a line, doing this.” you stated, eyes still lingering on the exposed part of his chest. “I know.” he answered, reaching out a hand to you, pulling you towards him. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” you said, looking into his eyes. You could see the emotions swirling there, probably wondering the same thing you were. “Yeah?” he asked, making you straddle him. “Yeah.”. “Good, I don’t want anyone to touch you. Only I get to touch you like this,” his thumb gently stroking under your breast as he was talking. “As long as I’m the only one that gets to touch you like this,” you counter, slowly unbuttoning his shirt all the way. This man was truly beautiful. “Always.”.

Deciding that you’d had enough, you kissed him again, letting your hands wander his body before ending up in his hair. A delicious groan left him as you tightened your grip at the same time as you rolled your hips. He grabbed the hem of your dress, slowly peeling it off your body. Pulling away to get it over your head, his eyes landed on your naked chest as the dress did not allow for a bra. “Fuck.”. Without further ado, he pulled you closer, burying his head in your boobs. It didn’t take him long to find your nipple, sucking it greedily into his mouth. The action made you roll your hips faster against him, hands finding purchase in his hair again.

“Marcus,” you moan, pulling his head up so you can kiss him again. Making quick work of his clothes and your underwear, you found yourself hovering over his length. “You are so beautiful,” he said, hands palming your ass. You took hold of his dick, slowly spreading your wetness around with the tip. Groaning, his head tipped back, leaving his neck exposed. You gasped as you slid down on his cock. When you were fully seated on his cock, he lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “I saw the way you were looking at me when we were filming the podcast,” he said, “I could practically see all the filthy things flashing through your mind.”. “You looked so good.” you moaned, slowly rolling your hips. “Tell me what you were thinking,” he demanded. “I was thinking I wanted to ride you, just like this, your dick reaching so deep inside me I’ll be able to feel it for days.” you had no issue admitting where your thoughts had been.

Your words made Marcus spring into action. Holding you above him, he started moving faster, thoroughly fucking you, reaching deeper than anyone had ever done. The heavy drag of his cock against your walls had you hurtling towards the edge in no time. With every thrust he hit that sweet, sweet spot within you, making you clench around him. “Fuck, you are so tight,” he moaned, throwing his head back again. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you peppered small kisses along his collarbone, occasionally sucking on his skin, leaving small marks.

“Marcus, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pulling your head up to kiss him. “Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” the words left his mouth before he could think about it. The effect however, was nothing he could have imagined. Your walls clamped down on him, holding him like a vice, fluttering as you came. With a groan of your name, he followed you over the edge.

“Fuck,” he panted, letting his arms circle your waist, holding you to him. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said, fingers tracing random patterns on your back. “Probably not longer than I’ve wanted this,” you countered, feeling a blush making its way onto your cheeks. One of his hands found its way to your chin, tipping your head up so he could look at you. “This is not a one time thing. I am all in. I am all yours.” he said, trying to convey how he felt with his eyes. “I am all yours Marcus, always have been.” you said, placing a lingering kiss to his lips. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, you felt ridiculously content.

#f2 #formula 2 #f2 fic #marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong smut #marcus armstrong fic #f1 smut #marcus armstrong x reader #this is filth #sorry not sorry #f2 smut

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myimaginarywonderland · 2 years

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What's more disappointing than anything is people coming out in support of Juri saying that he isn't racist, that they have known him so long and he never seemed racist to them.

Yet no one is even admitting that he fucked up majorly and how harmful it is that a driver who said the N-Word live in front of thousands of people could have been on the grid with Lewis, the most successful driver in F1 and so far one of the only black drivers in motorsport.

That is the problem. If you think he isn't racist just imagine for a second if he was now already at RedBull. Imagine if every weekend Lewis would have to stand there, maybe even share the podium with someone who would have used a word that he probably has heard all his carting career. Imagine if he had to shake hands with someone who directly insulted him and every other black person. Imagine if he used it in the presser and Lewis would have to sit next to him while he jokes . Imagine the young black drivers who were so inspired by Lewis who might have also supported Vips seeing someone mock everything they have had to go through that white people like Vips put them through.

Imagine a kid, maybe a 12 or 13 year old in carting who was so inspired by someone like Lewis who has so different from every other driver to also maybe be different, to maybe embrace that part that always made them different, those feelings no one else seemed to have who they now feel okay having and maybe even getting to F1 with that, hearing someone mock a colour for being gay. And then suddenly questioning what was wrong with them, why it would be so bad to wear that colour and most importantly feeling like being gay is bad because it was used as an insult.

So they can't possibly be gay because that would be bad.

So they stay hidden and quiet losing all that confidence and hope that Lewis gave them.

Imagine a kid getting bullied for wearing a colour and now, they can even bully that kid for being gay (which might or might not be the case.)

This is what happens when you say words or phrases like that are okay because everyone slips up or they don't hurt anyone.

Everyone can stomach different insults and you never know what a simple phrase or word like that might lead to. You never know how someone might use those words to tear another person down, to hurt them.

I don't care how long you have known someone or how sure you are that someone wouldn't say it, you don't defend them when they do shit like this.

You call them out, you set them straight and in my case at least, you drop them because anyone who is willing to hurt someone so easily is not someone I want to be around.

#f1

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The Alchemical Marriage of Pi and DNA: A Hilariously Twisted Saga of Mathematics in Science Education

Ladies, gentlemen, and distinguished nerds of the jury, strap yourselves in and adjust your monocles; we're about to embark on a wild ride through the whimsically warped world of mathematics in science education. Imagine, if you will, a universe where Pythagoras DJs at the biggest raves, Newton’s apple is a viral meme, and Einstein's hair isn't just a style statement but the ultimate symbol of scientific rebellion. Welcome to the chaos.

Now, let's get down to brass tacks, or should I say, brass abacuses? Science education, that hallowed ground where the brave dare to tread, has long been the breeding ground for future world leaders, Nobel laureates, and that person who finally figures out how to get printers to work on the first try. But at the heart of this intellectual jungle gym is the unsung hero, the silent beatboxer to science's rap battle: mathematics.

Ah, mathematics, the language of the universe, or as I like to call it, the universal gossip column spilling the tea on everything from the atoms twerking in your coffee cup to the swagger of galaxies on the cosmic runway. It's the tool that transforms the abstract into the "Oh, snap, I get it now!" moments in various science disciplines. Whether it's statistical analysis, modeling, or computational methods, math is the secret sauce that makes the science burger taste so darn good.

Picture this: you're chilling in biology class, right? Suddenly, the teacher drops the bomb that DNA replication is basically just a very meticulous braid of nucleotides, kind of like your cousin trying to explain the plot of "Inception" – it's all about patterns, baby! And who's there, with a smug smile and a calculator? Math, ready to explain the party tricks of enzymes and the RSVP list of amino acids.

Or how about when you're knee-deep in environmental science, crying into your recycled notebook about deforestation, and boom! Math swoops in, cape billowing, with statistical models that predict the effects of human folly on Mother Nature's mood swings. It's like having a crystal ball, but instead of vague warnings about tall, dark strangers, you get graphs and charts showing precisely how screwed we might be if we don’t change our ways.

And let’s not forget the rock stars of the scientific world: physics and chemistry, where math plays the lead guitar and occasionally smashes it on stage. Want to know why atoms don't just decide to break up the band and go solo? Quantum mechanics, with its mathematical autographs, has the answers. Curious about the cosmic mosh pit that is the universe? General relativity throws down the equations to keep the party going at the speed of light.

But, dear audience, it's not all just numbers and equations, oh no. Mathematics in science education is like the ultimate crossover episode where every character from your favorite shows turns up. It's "The Avengers" of academia, where every discipline brings its own superpowers to the table, united by the common goal of understanding this weird, wonderful, and absolutely bonkers reality we call home.

And in this era of technological razzle-dazzle, computational methods stand at the forefront like the cool kids in class, coding their way through problems like hackers in a Hollywood movie, minus the dubious ethics and questionable fashion choices. From mapping the human genome to simulating climate change scenarios, computational science is the VIP lounge of the academic club, and math is the bouncer deciding who gets in.

So, as we stand on the precipice of knowledge, gazing into the abyss of ignorance, let us remember the words of the great sage, Weird Al Yankovic, "I was valedictorian, I got a full ride to MIT, and I was on a very strict diet of milk, fish, and honey - until I started to break out in Pi." Mathematics in science education isn't just a subject; it's a lifestyle, a state of mind, and the ultimate cosmic joke that we're all in on.

In conclusion, as we navigate the labyrinthine corridors of science education, let us clutch our graphing calculators like the swords of yore, ready to duel with ignorance and emerge victorious. For in the alchemical marriage of pi and DNA, we find not just answers, but the right questions, the kind that lead us to the edge of the universe and ask, "So, got any snacks?"

And remember, in the grand scheme of things, whether you're splitting atoms or merely splitting hairs over the Oxford comma, mathematics is there, the faithful steed upon which we ride into the sunset of understanding, leaving bewilderment in our wake. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go help Schrödinger's cat out of the box. It's been meowing for quantum assistance, and frankly, the suspense is killing me – or not.

#science education #science #math #mathematics #education

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Just curious, what is the attitude towards slurs and stuff like that in Europe. I know slurs against Roma are kinda commonly used but are others viewed as more unacceptable?

// im from finland and have travelled to estonia and sweden a lot so i can kinda elaborate on this in the nordic countries.

A Lot of the nordic and Baltic countries are racist. Slurs and discrimination are common.

Older people tend to be more racist than the younger generations but there are still young people who have adopted their parents views.

When technology advanced and became more accessible, younger people had better access to start educating themselves on these issues and learn to be better and more conscious of them.

But despite this access to information, many wouldn’t and still won’t learn because they are surrounded by a lot of like-minded people and simply dont care to change their views as they very rarely face any consequences for their racist and offensive views and or actions.

For example in my country, Finland, one example would be Brunberg kiss. Its a popular chocolate coated marshmallow treat that used to be called and sold under the name “n-words kiss”. (If you look it up on wikipedia, its translated to “Negro’s kiss” but the real translation is the slur) The name was changed in 2001 but It is still often referred to with the racist name. The packaging also has an offensive caricature of two African people kissing on the package that is only being removed this year. Racism is unfortunately very normalised in nordic countries. Whilst this is just one example, and it is of a treat, it does reveal how normalised and accepted these types of behaviour and actions are.

Also, a lot of people in politics and positions of power are those older people that carry these racist and offensive views which makes change difficult. One positive is the younger generations that have educated themselves are voting for change, but it is unfortunate that the nordic countries are very behind others on these issues.

There are parties in the parlament of Finland that carry offensive and white supremacist views that aim to suppress any and all kinds of diversity. And with these parties that hold power and votes on legislation and other important things encourages those Finns with offensive and racist views to stay the same and not change. For example, in Finland hate speech has not been criminalised.

And I know that someone might go “yeah but you’re talking about Finland, juri vips is Estonian” and whilst these countries are not the same they are similar. Nordic and baltic countries also have these slurs translated in their own languages so I can’t even imagine what he might say with his Estonian friends.

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to have and to hold | juri vips

summary: Juri Vips was a bastard of a teammate. Mostly just because you were insanely in love with him and his flirtatious ways. Juri senses a change in your behaviour and when things begin going back to normal, Juri just fucks it up again. (Similar premise to the Mr & Mrs imagine with Liam, but different[?])

word count: 2894

warnings: swearing, still. i don't think i should have to put warnings about swearing anymore, it's basically a given.

Working with Juri Vips was a fucking trainwreck. There was no light way to put it, it was messy, it was painful, and yet you could never stop fucking staring at him. Being his teammate in F2 for the past year and a half, the two of you had gotten quite close, to the point where his family invited you on vacation with them when they were going, and you had joined them once, but realised about two hours in, that it was a thinly veiled attempt from literally his entire family to get the two of you together.

And while you were all for it, being forced to spend so much time with Juri, while he was shirtless nonetheless, was a literal dream come true, it was also incredibly painful for you to stop from pouncing on him at any given moment. Because as much as his family thought there was something between you, it was purely Juri’s charisma and character to be almost constantly flirting with you.

You remember the first time the two of you, a few other F2 drivers had come along as well, had gone to the beach and he had seen you bust out the bikini you knew made you look like a hot piece, he hadn’t shut up about it, or you, for weeks afterwards.

“Well look at you, little miss supermodel. I would have thought you’d be walking catwalks with legs like that, not pushing pedals like the rest of us. God, you look like you just stepped out of my dreams and onto this beach. If you keep looking like that, I think I might have a problem to deal with later in the shower.” He had hollered, and many of the guys around you either joined in or had nothing to say but gawk. Juri’s comments had cemented themselves in your brain however, calling back upon them whenever you felt less than top dollar, which you had to admit was becoming more often in recent months.

Juri had noticed your slowly waning confidence, of course he had. His gorgeous view of you in crop tops, little skirts, and tight shorts had turned into oversized shorts, hoodies, and ill-fitting jeans. All of which still made you the most beautiful girl in the world, but there was something missing from your aura, a general happiness that had been lacking since the new season started a few months ago. In the entire time Juri had known you, you were never one to listen to other’s opinions of you, whether they be good or bad, the only people you had ever listened to and taken words to heart from were himself, your parents, and your boyfriend.

Somehow in the span of about three minutes, Juri had tracked the four most likely culprits of your diminished ego. He knew he hadn’t said anything harmful or damaging to you since the season began, as many of your conversations had revolved around racing, other drivers in the paddock, or your family. Your parents, he was confident in, he had met them many times before, and they were always genuinely warm and welcoming, he supposed there might have been another side to them, though he believed he would have picked up on it by now. Which leaves only your boyfriend, whom Juri had zero confidence in.

Tye was nice, almost disgustingly so, but he was also much too proud of being nice for it to be genuine. He would open car doors for you, give you flowers every few months, and once bought you a necklace with a pendant of his name. But you would never forget that he did those things for you, because as soon as you would mention something relatively negative, those few acts of kindness were shoved down your throat.

Juri, of course, was not privy to that information. All he knew was that Tye’s possessive behaviour and complete lack of care for your wishes meant that there was something beneath the surface Juri was sure was the reason for your confidence, or lack thereof.

So when you came into work one day, to continue shooting some videos for the YouTube channel, wearing a gorgeously fitted pair of jeans, and a halter-neck singlet, Juri knew something was afoot. Also notable was your lack of gold necklace and your beaming smile toward the Estonian.

“You gonna keep staring like that, or do you want to take a photo?” You asked, your voice holding the teasing lilt Juri had missed in the past weeks. Without breaking his gaze from your body, Juri reached into the pocket of his shorts, his hand retrieving his phone and taking a photo of you standing there, tight clothes and bright smile in all its glory. He smirked when he saw your barely concealed smile.

“You’re in a much better mood than usual. What happened?” Juri couldn’t help but ask, the drastic shift in your mood was more than intriguing to him. Your smile widened, taking the last few steps toward his position in a chair behind the large conference table.

“I lost 80 kilos last night.” You whispered, leaning in closer to Juri, the glint in your eyes, the proximity and the tone were all so familiar to him that he couldn’t help but meet you halfway, barely three inches between your faces as the words processed in his mind.

Juri glanced down at your body confusedly, trying to figure out where exactly the 80kg had disappeared from. Then, the pieces began clicking into place. The lack of gold necklace, the tighter clothes, the glowing smile, none of which would have been staring Juri in the face if Tye had a say.

“You dumped Tye?” Juri questioned, his eyes lighting up, his raise in volume betraying just how excited he was for you, and himself. You nodded, eyes softening as you watched the pure joy cross Juri’s face. Him being happy was something that always warmed your heart, but Juri being happy about you finally being happy? You were sure your knees were about to buckle.

“I’m glad. I can have you all to myself now.” Juri grumbled, reaching for your hands that were braced against the arms of his chair. With a sharp tug, your balance was offset, and your body was tumbling toward Juri’s. You landed with a giggle in Juri’s lap, his own laughter joining yours and the two of you simply enjoyed each other’s presence after having an intangible wall built between you during your relationship with Tye.

Juri couldn’t hold a taken woman like he loved her, not when that taken woman wasn’t his to hold. And you, how could you revel in the feel of man’s touch that was anyone’s but the man you supposedly loved. You couldn’t break out in goosebumps, or have a shiver roll down your spine when you felt the familiar pressure of his calloused fingertips pressing into the skin of your back, desperate to keep you close. You weren’t allowed to sigh in content when you felt the warmth of his body seep into your skin, or whimper when his hot breath rolled over the skin of your neck.

But now you could. Now, without the moral implications of enjoying another man, you could sink into this all-consuming feeling you have when Juri is near.

“Morning you two. We’ve got a video to film in the garage if you want to follow me?” The social media manager, Georgina, a lovely woman in her 40s whom you always went to for advice and style tips, poked her head into the room you and Juri were tangled in, a cheeky smile on her face when she spotted the somewhat compromising position. A blush fell heavy on your cheeks, and you were quick to try and scramble away from Juri.

He had other ideas though. When Juri began moving, you clutched onto him for dear life, terrified of falling to the ground even though it was only about two feet. Your arms circled around his neck, your legs fully wrapping around his hips from where you were straddling him on the chair. His large hands came to rest on the underside of your thighs, hoisting you up higher on his body. Your legs clenched around his middle, the feel of his fingers pushing into the soft skin of your legs was electrifying, and you were sure if you didn’t have a video to film, you would have been telling the Estonian to find an unoccupied office to take what he needed from you.

But alas, you had a job to do. So, still wrapped around Juri like a vice, he carried you through the Hitech office, nodding to other staff you passed, and occasionally nuzzling his nose into your neck to get a good whiff of your perfume. Juri had said multiple times the scent was intoxicating and could bring any man to his knees. You may have gone out and bought an extra bottle to ensure you never ran out after that.

After a few minutes, you stepped into the garage with Juri, well, he stepped in you just kind of floated in. The scent of grease, rubber and a slight hint of fuel invaded your nostrils, and you sighed in content. Juri chuckled at your actions, he always loved watching you step into a garage, or out onto the pit lane to take in the smells of burnt rubber. You told him every time he laughed at you that it evoked a calm feeling within you, it was nostalgic, filled with happy memories from your childhood and the memories of races you shared with Juri on track.

“Alright lovebirds, can we get you in these chairs and we’ll start explaining while we finish getting set up.” Georgina stated, smiling fondly at the love between her two youngsters. Juri sat you down in one of the chairs sitting before the cameras, not leaving your side for long as he planted himself in his own chair and dragged you as close as possible.

Georgina explained the rules of the game, and the way you would be playing it, choosing you to sit in the background listening to music whilst Juri answered questions about you. First, they gave you a list of questions about yourself, asking to circle the correct answers and they would be compared to Juri’s during the game.

“Ok Juri, the first question. How old was Y/N when she started karting?” Georgina questioned. She watched you in the background closely to ensure you couldn’t hear anything, but you were blissfully unaware of everything around you, headphones in your ears, legs tucked up on the chair, scrolling through your phone with the occasional giggle escaping your lips. Each time Juri heard the angelic sound, he would turn to look at you with a look so soft it made the entire team’s heart swell.

“Uh, I think she was 10, I know she started late because she had to argue with her parents to let her do it with her brothers, and I think 10 is about the right age.” Juri answered, looking as though he was thinking quite hard about it. It had been a long time since the two of you discussed your start in karting, it was one of the first conversations you had together, and since then you hadn’t had to talk about generic teammate topics. Juri was proud that he remembered something seemingly insignificant from a year and a half ago, but supposed when it came to you he could never forget a thing.

“Alright, next question. What is Y/N’s biggest fear? Is it A, the ocean, B, goblins, or C, heights?” Juri’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he heard the second answer, trying to figure out why it was even an option in the first place. His eyes focused on one spot on the floor, his brain moving a mile a minute to analyse conversations he had with you.

“Well, we’ve been to the beach together a few times, and thinking back I don’t think she’s ever gotten into the water. So maybe the ocean, but she also said once when we were looking at a castle that she doesn’t like gargoyles, so goblins could be a thing. But she’s definitely not scared of heights. She’s gone skydiving, bungee jumping and climbed bridges and things like that. So I’m going to say the ocean. I feel like I would definitely know if she was scared of something like goblins.” Juri laughed, his eyes still glued to the spot on the floor, his thoughts flowing through his mouth with little consideration of how they could be interpreted.

“What is something Y/N never leaves the house with?” Georgina was hopeful for this question, she was sure it could be the catalyst for the two drivers to finally own up to their feelings after reading your answer. Juri listened to the multiple choice answers, but none of them sounded just right.

“So, the rings sound the closest, but sometimes she will wear lots, and other times only a few, and when she can’t wear them on her hands, she’ll thread it onto a necklace to wear under her race suit, or something so yeah, I’d say the rings.” Juri answered, turning to look at you behind him, wearing the exact ring he was talking about on the ring finger of your right hand.

“And what ring is the one she wears on her necklace?” Georgina probed, knowing the answer and just wanting to see the way Juri heated up when he talked about it.

“Uh, it’s a diamond ring that has a J engraved on the inside.” Juri answered, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. A smile broke out on your face as you watched Juri, his flustered state always made you giggle as he was such a confident and put-together person usually. As a habit, you began spinning the ring on your right hand around, feeling the shape of the diamonds and knowing the initial carved into the inside was a claim over you.

“Do you know where she got it?” Georgina asked. She was getting frustrated, Juri was much more calm about revealing the intimacy of the ring than she had hoped.

“I gave it to her. About a year ago, and then she gave me a necklace with an (your initial) on it. I wear it every day, and it’s the only piece of jewellery I wear while I drive.” Juri answered, his fingers reaching up to toy with the thin gold chain hidden beneath his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at you, spotting the spinning ring immediately and smiling at you.

You looked up at him, a dazed look as you stared at the gorgeous man in front of you. He could see the stars in your eyes, staring at him as though he hung the moon, and if he was honest with himself, if you asked, he would. There was nothing you could ask of him that would be too much, even if you didn’t ask, he would do everything for you. No one had ever held this power over him, he wasn’t even sure it would feel this good if it were anyone else, but you just did something to him. You unlocked a part of him he didn’t know existed.

You were just, everything. To him. You were everything he ever wanted, ever needed, even everything he didn’t know he needed. You opened him up, poured sunshine into his life in the form of your smile, happiness penetrated his bones because of your laugh. He didn’t want to lose that again, didn’t want to lose you to another man. He needed you, and he needed you now.

It was like slow motion, the way Juri surged out of his chair toward you, his hands cupping your jaw roughly as he guided you to your feet. The laptop on the ground pulled the earphones from your ears, your phone clattering to the floor in your surprise. Your hands reached up to fist in his shirts, not wanting to lose this proximity. You had him in your grasp and you’d be damned if you ever let him go again.

Juri pressed his lips to yours, as soft and warm as you’d imagined them so many times before. You kissed him back with ferocity, the eighteen months worth of emotion poured into a kiss to communicate your feelings in a way that didn’t need words. He kissed back just as fiercely, his hands holding your face still to allow him to do exactly what he needed. You were pliable to his every demand, putty in his hands. Juri had always had this effect on you, every fleeting touch or brush of a hand on your waist made your knees weak and your stomach flutter with the force of a thousand butterflies.

Juri pulled away, barely a breath between your lips as he panted slightly. Your eyes were trained on his lips, the fullness of his bottom lip, the redness from your assault on them making them look all the more kissable.

“So, how about we switch that ring to the other hand and really make this a Mr & Mrs video?”

#juri vips #juri vips imagine #juri vips fanfic #juri vips x reader #f2 2021 #formula 2 #f2 fanfic #hitech gp

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piastri · 4 years

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Q: You’re battling against each other here and at home, how does that work?

#god can you imagine if marcus used 100% of his brain cells instead of just 1?#we could’ve figured out how to end global warming by now #the lil giggle with juri at the end tho 🥺#callum ilott #marcus armstrong #juri vips #macau gp #disaster duo #gif #*#mallum #*callum #*marcus #*juri #f2edit

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Club Headcannons

I always like to imagine The Fall as a gift built for the brothers by Diavolo and they get a lot (but not all) of their income from it. Each brother either tag teams a floor or controls a floor on their own and gets a majority of the revenue.

TW: Drug usage, death, general violence

Lucifer

At first, he didn’t have a floor built for customers. His was just a private office located on the lowest floor of the club

That is where he manages all of the house’s finances in private. He is unquestionably the head owner of the club (no matter what Mammon might say). He is the judge, jury, and executioner of unruly club-goers

After some coaxing from his brothers, he does set up a second floor for business.

This one overlooks all the other clubs in a series of weblike catwalks and glass-bottomed rooms. He can look down and see everything but if someone was looking up all they would see is polished black glass

His working floor is a jazz lounge with BDSM shows on the weekends. It is all very much styled after him, tasteful, subtle, and classic.

VIP guests only- he prides himself on the mystery and secrecy of his floor. Tickets are highly coveted from all three realms. If you want in you better have something he likes about you.

Mammon

His floor is the largest and the first one you have to go through if you want to get to the other clubs. All are welcome in his club if you have the money

His is a casino with a live music venue. He is big on having live bands and entertainment so it’s a big deal for a group to be invited onto his stage

He can always be seen out rubbing elbows with his guests. Big grins and rounds of drinks on him! He’s the life of the party

But don’t think for a second that the flashy grins and big laughs means he’s a nice guy.

You fuck with his money and don’t pay your dues he’ll take it out on your hide. Your ghost will be lucky if Lucifer finds your body after Mammon’s done with ya.

Never forget, the house always wins

Leviathan/ Asmodeus

Levi doesn’t have a floor of his own and doesn’t really want one. It’s just not his thing. All the loud noises and people bleh-

He’ll help out at Asmo’s where he can be backstage. Asmo’s floor is by far the most popular amongst the realms and the most laid back

It’s a brothel/ burlesque hall with decorations and staging that changes with the fashion trends or seasons. It’s clean, welcoming, and simply a feast for all the senses

Levi helps in the back working on the employee’s costumes and dance routines while Asmo is more the face of the club (and one of the stars)

They both love all their dancers and workers and treat them as part of the family

Never disrespect their workers. They might not be the strongest of the brothers but they are both stronger than the common ilk of demon

It’s always a hefty cleaning bill when someone needs to be “corrected”

Satan

Has the smallest floor but defiantly rivaling Asmo’s for its design and opulence

Much like Lucifer, it is very elusive and you have to have an invitation to even find the door

His is a quiet tea shop where scholars can come to trade ideas and secrets while demons can freely make contracts with humans (with a cut going to him)

If tea isn’t something you want he also sells certain potions and brews. Some more legal than others, not that he really cares. Knowledge is knowledge, good, bad, or otherwise. If you wish to dabble with strange items in his room that’s on you

His room is actually the safest of all of them. Everyone is vetted and knows his strict codes of conduct. Very few will ever try to step even a toe out of line around him

Beelzebub/ Belphegor

Beel would have wanted his own floor but everyone agreed him opening one would most definitely put them in a financial hole that could rival Mammon’s

He had lots of ideas for a floor but most of them revolved around food so Lucifer vetoed it on principle. Dejected he will go and help Belphie out with his floor.

The twins are in charge of a smoking den and sauna. Sounds like a nice time but is quite positively the most dangerous floor, thanks to Belphie and his powers

In his mind why not kill two birds with one stone? Humans and demons alike come to get high and soak in the baths and he gets to feed off of their energy

He feeds freely on humans and tricks the more sluggish and mentally vulnerable ones into contracts with him

Quite a few humans don’t make it out of his club, and he doesn’t care. If they get too cocksure off of the drugs or the high of a fresh contract with a demon- he sometimes has to put them in their place

Beel is always happy to dispose of the evidence though

#obey me fandom #obey me brothers #mini headcanon #tw:death #tw:drug

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Can I ask for your opinion about Marcus to Hitech (possibly)? I really want him to have a 3rd season where he can finally prove himself but hitech hasn’t been the most reliable I guess.. and it could do more harm than good (even though a marcus/juri line up would be incredible)

at this point i dont think anything could be worse than whats currently going on with marcus (@ universe, no this is not a challenge). dams also has major reliability issues and art has the whole second seat curse that definitely hit marcus last year. the only way it could be worse is if he were to go to a team like hwa (i cant remember if hwa are leaving f2 as well? memory error) or trident - basically just a really bad team. despite reliability problems and many other problems, as explained by mr vips

juri is still p6 in the championship atm, which is really good considering his entire weekend in bahrain got fucked up by the car being a piece of garbage on wheels. when the car doesnt die on them, hitech are good, as proven both last year with race wins and podiums and this year with race wins and podiums.

that said, i dont know whats been happening with marcus at all. i could explain last year what with the art second seat curse, the fact that art apparently dont really listen to what you want for the car and its either adjust to the car or sink, and being a rookie. this year? not a clue. this isnt the marcus im used to from watching f3 and i firmly believe that its an issue lying somewhere between dams' reliability issues and his own self confidence. the times he is in a good position (like baku) he gets too eager to prove himself and pushes it too far. obviously i cant look into his head but my educated guess would be a circle of lack of self confidence resulting in overeagerness. i hoped silverstone would be a turning point but it hasnt been.

dams havent really been at the level they were in 2019 either. they have a lot of issues, nissany is a very average driver which doesnt give marcus much to work with either. i know liam studies juris data (he said this after baku quali) and probably vice versa to learn from each other, but i cant imagine nissanys data being of much use to marcus.

im really getting carried away with this, i do apologise, but the tldr is that i dont think it could be worse. id actually say hitech is a better team than dams at the moment. i really hope marcus finds whatever hes lacking at the moment to get back on it, and i hope another year in f2 with a team where he feels good and a teammate he can learn from (juri, mr vips, i am begging, please) will actually be good for him. i don't know what thatll mean for his future, if he does really well next year it will be his third year which is often looked down on. but it's zhou's third year as well, latifi and de vries both did 3 years or more (cba to google atm) before they got to vice champion and champion. i dont think it's a bad thing, but i don't know what this will mean for his f1 dream. i guess that really depends on how the new regulations go next year and whether or not f1 drivers want to stick around after 2022.

at this point i think there isnt much more to throw in the bin about marcus's career because it's been pretty. bad (im so sorry but it is) these past 2 years and i'm pretty sure he's fully aware of that. so if he manages to salvage things next year in hitech by doing well, excellent. if not, well, we're back to where we are now.

(additionally, i would kill for a juri and marcus lineup hitech please)

#ask*#anon #im sorry i have never written a concise answer in my life #this is such a bleak outlook im sorry sdjhghs #i want nothing more for marcus than to thrive and win races and compete for the title #and i dont know why its not going the way it should #but realistically theres really not much left to ruin anyway

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aprilias · 4 years

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F2 2021 Lineups Prediction

Ok so I’ve had a photo of when I wrote these out saved into my phone but I think one of them has changed. Part of it is wishful thinking and another part is genuine belief (it was very difficult to leave some people out), and you can definitely tell the point where I just don’t know anymore lmao. Feel free to let me know what you think, or if you think other people will be elsewhere.

Prema - Oscar Piastri + Robert Shwartzman

I think Rob needs another year in F2 before he’s really ready for F1, and I really can’t see him going anywhere else but Prema, he’s been there for 3 years, and he seems to know everyone at the team and get on with them really well (especially Panda dad Rene). I can’t see them not taking on their F3 champion either, and although there are apparently discussions elsewhere, I also think Oscar will stay and make the step up with Prema next year. It just seems logical to me but there is an outside chance one of them will leave, but I don’t see it happening to be honest.

UNI-Virtuosi - Marcus Armstrong + Guanyu Zhou

If this happens, I think both me and @gyzhou-s will be requesting merch tbh. I hope and pray Marcus gets a seat where he can actually show what he can do, rather than just be left and fade into the background like this year, because we all know he isn’t a bad driver, and he’s better than what we’ve been seeing at ART. As much as I’d like to see him back at Prema, I don’t think it’ll happen, so UNI it will have to be. As for Zhou, I can’t see him going anywhere (especially since Renault are bitches and don’t look at their academy) so he’ll stay for another year too.

ART - Christian Lundgaard + Theo Pourchaire

I think this is a fairly obvious one. Again, personally I don’t see Christian leaving for any other team, and I can’t see ART wanting to get rid of Theo either, because he came very close to winning them the title in the last race in Mugello this year. I just think it’ll be interesting to see where the balance is because it’s 2 drivers who know the team well, but we all know ART’s track record with 2 talented drivers in their ranks....

DAMS - Nikita Mazepin + Dan Ticktum

Hahahahahaha. Am I having a laugh with this one? Probably. But could you seriously imagine if this happened lmao. Basically, I will never predict Mazepin to F1, even if it does eventually happen. So he has to stay in F2. He could stay at Hitech, but Jesus Christ would I love to see this lineup happen. Imagine if they took each other out for a race win, the radios we’d get. But yeah, Mazepin is purely wishful thinking, while I just think Ticktum and Dams sort of works quite well. Sorry for this sksjdjss

Charouz - Louis Deletraz + Pedro Piquet

I think this is the only one that doesn’t change at all which I have written down. Yeah, unless Haas actually call up Louis (which is unlikely let’s be honest) there is no reason for Charouz to change it.

Carlin - Logan Sargeant + Jehan Daruvala

So, Logan has raced for them before in F3, meaning he knows some of the team. And tbh, this is the only place I could see him other than Prema and now Rob looks set to stay in F2 for another year, I think this could happen. I think Jehan continuing could also happen, but I feel like that’s on him more than on the team, but I don’t think they’ll want to change too much, especially since Yuki could be on his way to Alpha Tauri as long as something doesn’t go wrong in Bahrain.

Hitech - Liam Lawson + Juri Vips

I wish I’d posted this before the actual rumour started, because I thought this about 2/3 weeks ago. I mean Liam has almost accidentally confirmed he’s doing F2 next year, and I think he’ll stay with Hitech, because that combination worked well last year. And Juri? We all want him in F2 don’t we? Hopefully Red Bull realise that they’ll keep shooting themselves in the foot if they don’t back their juniors, so I can see them helping him find a seat. Since he worked with Hitech in F3 and that pairing also worked well, I could see him returning there again.

HWA - Jake Hughes + Artem Markelov

Ok, I honestly do not know. I think Jake Hughes might have a season in F2 should be get the backing, because ultimately he deserves it, he’s just struggled with backing in the last few years. I also think it’s Markelov’s decision as to whether he continues racing here or not, and I just wish he wasn’t so far down the field as he is (honestly I recommend watching the 2017 season races because he was brilliant for Russian Time).

Trident - Lirim Zendeli + David Beckmann

Apparently Albania’s prime minister confirmed that Zendeli would be moving up to F2 next year. A bit random, and if anything it’s promoting nationalism, but I mean I’ll take his word for it I guess. I mean, he wasn’t exactly a bad for them last season, and he dominated the feature in Spa so it’s not a totally odd choice. Beckmann is the one that I’m not sure on. I think Nissans could keep this seat, especially since Beckmann is gonna be testing for F3 next week, but I think he deserves to move up as the slightly for consistent Trident driver last year.

MP Motorsport - Luca Ghiotto + Felipe Drugovich

I can’t see Drugovich leaving, that’s the starting point. I don’t think they’ll want to get rid of a 2-time race winner, especially when people have struggled with this car in the past. I think Ghiotto will continue racing here too, but he’ll just have to go to a team which is still developing rather than a team set up to win races, because a Red Bull might’ve claimed Hitech for the season.

Campos - Jack Aitken + Giuliano Alesi

I can’t see Jack racing in another series yet, but he really does deserve a competitive car. It’s the same for Giuliano, although I do struggle to figure out whether he struggles or if the car doesn’t help. I think this could be a solid line up if they sort the car out first.

#F2 #predictions #Oscar piastri #robert shwartzman #marcus armstrong #guanyu zhou #Christian Lundgaard #Theo pourchaire #Louis deletraz #Pedro piquet #Logan sargeant #Jehan daruvala #Liam Lawson #juri vips #dan Ticktum #formula 2

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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Radioactive Ch. 1: Unthinkable

Summary: Science marches on as magic and science mix in the most dangerous way.

A/N: Title comes from “Unthinkable” by Cloudy June and Imagine Dragon’s “Radioactive”. This was supposed to be the season finale but there’s still shorts I want to do with this arc so the season finale will be at the end of September with the wedding, where I assure you nothing unfortunate will happen. Absolutely nothing.

In other news, this is my 200th short, and that makes me very happy. Hope you all enjoy this mid-arc short.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

A thunderstorm started in the city, slowly rolling its way towards the north. Time was of the essence. Hours of testing, born from months of planning now culminated in a single moment.

In a bunker in the middle of the woods, two young men were conducting the first test. It was dark out and the city was in a frenzy, but that didn’t matter out here.

Barely anything mattered out here.

Tubbo and Jack Manifold stood in a well shielded bunker in the middle of the woods to the north east of Egoton. They were hundreds of miles into the cursed woods. They wore lab coats over their clothes.

“You know,” Jack Manifold chuckled to Tubbo as they got in place at the computer, a screen in front of them that overlooked the top of the forest. “It would be hilarious if all this thing did was smoke, shake, an’[1] then catch fire.”

Tubbo made an amused chuckle. “Then I guess I got arrested fer nothin’.”[2]

The two of them descended into a fit of laughter before Tubbo sobered up. “Goggles down.”

“Check,” Jack made sure his goggles were securely over his eyes.

“Safety shields one through ten?” Tubbo called next, his eyes and hands already moving to the array of sensors.

“Safety shields one through ten are all stable, an’[1] showin’[3] a steady magical signature,” Jack responded.

“Forest clear?” Tubbo grabbed the microphone and flipped the switch on that sent a signal to dozens of speakers and cameras that the two of them had set up and hidden in the “kill” and “cancer” zones weeks prior. “Attention! Attention! This is a serious warnin’ fer radiation if you are in the vicinity ‘a hearin’ this you must make yourself known so we can safely clear the woods. If you do not, you will die or become severely injured an’ get sick.”[4]

The two of them waited for a couple minutes, flipping through cameras to double check no one was going to get hurt. There was a malfunction from one of the cameras where an audio error was happening but nothing was on the camera and Tubbo sent one of his bee familiars to check it out and it came back with nothing.

Tubbo sent the message again and after nothing, he declared, “Forest clear.”

“Payload in place?” Jack was already checking the sensor.

“Check,” Tubbo double checked it.

“Reason fer[5] use ‘a[6] launch code?” Jack was looking down the button for any sign that something was out of order or going to malfunction.

“Testing payload in a safe environment before storage,” Tubbo answered.

Tubbo took a deep breath. “Here we are.”

Jack nervously swallowed.

The young teen took out a key card with a radioactive symbol and a bee on it. The number 1 marking it. “Ready?”

Smiling, Jack pulled out his own match card with a radioactive symbol and a skull, the number 2 marked on it. “Ready.”

Tubbo hit the sirens as they blared out, a final warning as Jack looked at Tubbo and saw the nervous anticipation.

“Inserting keycards for launch on my mark,” Tubbo announced. “I will count to three, an’[1] then I will say: “go” they are not ta[7] be inserted sooner or later.”

“Understood,” Jack called out, readying to insert the keycard. “Ready.”

“On my mark,” Tubbo called out, copying him. The room was deathly silent as the thunderstorm got closer. “3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Go! Go!”

The keycards went in and a signal raced along the current until they hit a panel far off into the distance. The pause was a fraction, of a fraction, of a second but it hit the payload and lacked it over the tree line until it struck a random tree on its starting descent.

The two young men had been expecting a small explosion, or no explosion, but the opposite happened. The earth shook the entire town for a couple brief seconds as a pulse of magic mixed with a deadly radioactive payload made a mushroom cloud that rose over the treeline and left a crater in its wake.

Tubbo and Jack screamed in horror and surprise as the tremors quickly subsided and Jack was so frozen in terror and surprise that he thought that it was his tinnitus making that sound.

But that was laughter. Tubbo was letting out a mad cackling laugh. The shields had protected them from the explosion, protecting the city. But Tubbo was so charged with energy, and in their surprise no one had yet to notice that Tubbo’s bad right eye had changed. It had been initially blinded and scarred, along with his hearing in one ear, in a close range explosion a couple years ago. Tubbo had designed a replacement and then grew out his hair to hide it. Now it was scarred again, a permanent radioactive symbol etched into the iris. Forever branding Tubbo for his bastardization of magic and science.

Jack looked over at Tubbo, watching him laugh and fight to collect his composure again with a new wash of horror.

“Tubster,” Jack tried to reach out to what he thought was a young man in desperate need of comfort. “It’s okay, it was just a test.”

“We have two more,” Tubbo said in a giddy tone of voice that terrified Jack.

“Wh-What?” Jack saw something briefly glowing underneath the fridge of Tubbo’s hair.

“We’re more powerful than Techno,” Tubbo smiled before remembering something. “But how’s . . .”

Jack found himself unable to speak as Tubbo reached for a RV control and operated his bee drone to head for the site after getting it ready to collect radioactive samples.

What he got brought the smile back to his face. “Cept fer the larger explosion, this looks better than I could have e’er imagined. The magic is helpin’ ta neutralize the radiation. By tomorrow it’ll be clean.”[8]

Jack leaned in to look at the camera, “Oh my—”

Tubbo’s eyes widened as Jack went slack jawed at the video image of the crater. There was a deep hole where the explosion had dissipated most of its force.

The echoes of another mad laugh bubbled in Tubbo’s chest, but he reigned it in. “I think it’s time ta[7] pack up, don’t you?”

“Ye-Yeah,” Jack said uneasily as Tubbo secured the other two payload cores into a leak-proof led box and made them vanish into his coat with his aura. Then Tubbo grabbed their books. Jack’s keycard was burning a hole in his pocket.

Then, once everything incriminating was cleaned up and stored on either Tubbo or Jack’s person.

When Tubbo double checked the area they set up a portal grid that charged with foaming purple aura. Tubbo felt a comfortable release of tension at the bits of Ranboo’s aura that came from the grid. As familiar as Tubbo’s own aura, and it felt like a refreshing breeze when he passed through the portal and into a nightclub that had three different layers to it. A dinning, dancing area. The VIP room was up a flight of curved stairs, and up at the top was a fighting area with cameras that projected the combatants all over the club.

Dream’s Server, where he was judge, jury, king, and executioner. Frequently Dream stayed in the VIP room unless Techno walked in and wanted a fight, or he had to leave to tend to some business.

Tonight everyone was down on the main floor, a match clearly interrupted and when Tubbo and Jack walked in everyone was staring at them, and anyone looked at Tubbo. Staring at him as if he was covered in human entrails.

“What did you fuckers do?” Sapnap spat.

“Language!” Bad gasped from where he was standing amongst the crowd.

“Nothin’,”[9] Tubbo braced his hands on his hips.

“Quit with those muffin-filled lies,” Bad yelled over several other people who were trying to call Tubbo out on his bullshit. “Where were you, young man?”

“Since when does anyone care what I do?” Tubbo scoffed. “I’m not a captain anymore.”

“How about when we feel a fucking explosion,” Quackity spat.

Bad let out another gasp.

“Skeppy, get him out of here,” Quackity turned to glare at Bad. “Bad, I love you, but I can’t deal with your language issues right now.”

“But,” Bad pouted sadly.

“Come on, buddy,” Skeppy patted Bad’s arm and started to walk back up to the arena. Bad glancing between Skeppy and the group before rushing to catch up to his friend.

“You guys felt somethin’[10]?” Jack asked in confusion.

“Of course we did, you guys were nearby doing weird shit and didn’t expect us to notice?” Quackity snapped.

“We weren’t in town, we were north ‘a[6] Egoton,” Tubbo felt a slow smile creep along his face. “Didn’t think it’d shake the whole town.”

“Did it work?” Dream asked, his mask staring at Tubbo.

Everyone, even Jack, stared at Dream.

Tubbo smiled, “Better than I imagined.”

“Alright,” Dream clapped, a smile in his tone. “I have nothing more to talk to you about, you’re free to go. You need any help sorting out the police?”

“Dream, you can’t just leave it at that,” Quackity snapped as Tubbo shook his head.

“We gotta at least know what they did,” Puffy reprimanded. “Cause[11] if they were anywhere near where they said they were and we felt, you can bet Dark felt it. Him and every other demon in this damn town.”

“Fair, fair,” Dream relented. “Tubbo, you wanna share some notes with the others?”

“I just became the strongest glitch in this fuckin’[12] town,” Tubbo proclaimed. “I put myself on the map. An’[1] Jack was there ta[7] help.”

Jack wasn’t sure if he wanted to take any kind of blame and correct Tubbo. Honestly if Tubbo was planning on using or even threatening his “nukes” against demons Jack knew he was already in too deep, and he needed to bail as quickly as possible.

“I’m gonna[13] go lie down,” Jack told everyone. “I’ve used a lotta magic an’ I need ta clear my head.”[14]

“Wait, you two fuckers are just going to walk off?” Quackity demanded, pissed.

“Quackity’s right, your aura’s will have to be tracked for the next little while,” Dream agreed, an air of disinterest.

“Sure, whate’er,[15]” Tubbo shrugged. “Going ta[7] the lab.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Quackity followed the young man out to a hallway. “I am trying to run a business and you know what drives business away? Fear. I can’t have fear near my fucking casino. Loneliness and hunger gets people to indulge, and when they indulge they spend money. Fear makes people do crazy things.”

Tubbo stopped and just watched Quackity rant at him before leaning in, looking every bit like a mischievous teen that Quackity often forgot he was. He even had his hands folded behind his back and leaned up on his tiptoes. “Can I tell you a secret, Big Q?”

Disarmed a little bit, but not nearly as much as he used to, Quackity sighed, “Depends.”

“You e’er play Civ 5, Big Q?”[16] Tubbo took another step and Quackity watched mischief turn into malice, that smile never fading.

“Yeah,” Quackity answered hesitantly.

“I just became Gandhi,” Tubbo confessed, leaning in. Then he spun away on his heels. “I think I’ve said e’erythin’[17] I needed to say.”

“Hey, what did you just say to me!” Quackity became furious. “You little bastard, what did you do?”

“Go back ta[7] your card tables, Caesar,” Tubbo waved his fingers back at Quackity who looked so outraged he was shaking. In Tubbo’s glee his eye was glowing a sickly yellow. “Rome won’t build itself.”

Quackity watched the young man go, kicking himself for letting his guard down again. When Tubbo turned into a room and left. “Fuck you, Tubbo,” Quackity sneered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. and

2. Then I guess I got arrested for nothing.

3. showing

4. Attention! Attention! This is a serious warning for radiation if you are in the vicinity of hearing this you must make yourself known so we can safely clear the woods. If you do not, you will die or become severely injured and get sick.

5. for

6. of

7. to

8. Except for the larger explosion, this looks better than I could have ever imagined. The magic is helping to neutralize the radiation. By tomorrow it’ll be clean.

9. Nothing

10. something

11. Because

12. fucking

13. going to

14. I’ve used a lot of magic and I need to clear my head.

15. whatever

16. You ever play Civilization 5, Big Q?

17. everything

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #footnotes #Dream SMP #Tubbo #jack manifold #C!Dream #Quackity #bamf Tubbo #bamf Tubbo supremacy #nukes #magical nukes #unhinged Tubbo #mad scientist Tubbo #Dream the manipulative Pez dispenser #this is when you know you're in too deep

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