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mamaspresley · 4 years

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request: ‘may I please request a rafe Cameron smut? super dirty where the girl he has always loved finally get together and she loves him too.. super kinky at a party?’

a/n: i may have gotten a lil carried away with this one... disclaimer! this doesn’t take place during the show so none of the events that took place during outer banks happen in this. rafe is still a dick <3

word count: 3.1k+

pairing(s): rafe x kook girl who he’s liked for a really long time!reader

warning(s): underage drinking, mentions of slow burn, mention of cocaine use, smut, choking, rafe saying i love you (bc that needs a warning in itself)

you and rafe were not new. everyone on figure eight knew how you felt as did everyone on the cut—it was incredible how naive you both acted towards the other. the attraction between you two was undeniable, except when it came to confessing your feelings. you and rafe were friends. you didn’t really remember when you developed feelings for the boy but you were sure they had always been there. he was the king of the kooks, the prettiest boy any girl had ever laid eyes on and the charming personality he radiated only furthered his beauty. you were infatuated with the boy, had been since before you could remember, but you would deny it until the day you died.

“why don’t you just own up to it?” you were at a party with your friends, occupying the living room of kelce’s house up in figure eight. bottles of liquor littered the surfaces as the sweet but musty stench of weed clogged the air. the party atmosphere was one to get used to and thankfully, with your experience, you’d adjusted.

“own up to what?” you were playing dumb, as you always did when it came to rafe. it was ironic, you pretending to dislike the boy even when your eyes had stayed glued to him the entire night, like they were now.

“being in love with rafe cameron.” to be completely honest, you were in love with rafe cameron. you’d known him forever, grown up with the boy and shared many classes with him over your grade school career. you graduated with him, shared a couple inside jokes and hell, the two of you even had a streak on snapchat of over a thousand days. you were home for the summer, visiting from college that you attended on the mainland, and were currently out partying like you did in your high school years. it was strange, seeing him for the first time in almost ten months, but you were thankful that he hadn’t changed too much. he was still rafe, the golden boy of the obx who drank a little too much and cared not enough.

“i’m not in love with him.” you took another sip of your drink, peeling your eyes off the boy of the hour and placing them on your friends. “but i am gonna get a refill. i don’t think i can stand here any longer without being drunk.”

you headed into the kitchen where you threw out your empty cooler and grabbed a new one from the fridge. the voice that you heard from behind you had you nearly dropping your canned beverage to the ground as your heart plummeted to your stomach.

“still downing coolers left and right? you haven’t changed one bit, y/n y/l/n.”

you spun around, laying eyes on the dirty blonde haired boy as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a smirk on his lips while his arms folded over his chest. rafe watched as you struggled to find words, closing the fridge slowly before you finally spoke.

“nice to see you again, rafe.”

“you too. how’s college treatin’ ya?” rafe brought his beer to his lips, tilting his head back to let the liquid fall down his throat as you responded.

“good. got the first year over and done with, made it out alive.” you offered him a small smile as you cracked open the cooler you held in your shaky hands. it was strange how rafe made you feel—it was a cross between overly confident and overly nervous. like you were about to make a complete fool of yourself, but wanted to make sure rafe still thought of you highly. oftentimes you found yourself showing off around him, acting much cooler than you really were. it was quite sickening how hard you tried when you were around him. you just wanted to be good enough for him, even though you knew you were fine the way you were.

“so you’re going back in the fall?” rafe asked, and you nodded as you brought your drink to your lips. he hummed, checking his watch before flicking his eyes back up at you. “you know, kelce’s parties are usually a lot better than this. it doesn’t really liven up until about midnight, so didn’t think it’s totally lame compared to your mainland college parties.”

you snickered, drinking your beverage before speaking again. “parties in the obx are a completely different specimen.” rafe seconded that was a tilt of his beer, and you smiled. “so what do you usually do when you’re waiting for the party to, quote unquote, liven up?”

“well honestly,” rafe started, “a lot of coke.” you giggled, remembering the wild times you had with the substance back during your senior year. you hadn’t had a line in a while, not one for hard drugs but also not really afraid of them either, after having lived in this lifestyle your whole life. it was just something fun for kooks to do, experiment with drugs and have a little bit too much fun. “but i’m holding back for tonight. sticking to beer.”

“hmm, interesting choice.” the smile on rafe’s lips mirrored on yours as you both stood in the kitchen, mutually enjoying the company. you could tell that something was on rafe’s mind, but he wasn’t ready to speak out about it.

the two of you talked a while before the sudden switch in music piked your interest. rafe raised an eyebrow, noticing your posture straighten as the song changed to one you rather enjoyed. grinning, you looked back at rafe and grabbed his hand, definitely feeling the multiple coolers in you as you dragged him towards the living room, where most people were. the party hadn’t livened yet, according to rafe, but it was still packed with your peers.

“i don’t dance, y/n,” rafe said with a laugh as you pulled him through the crowd of people, downing your drink on the way. he watched as you turned around, your back to his chest with his hand on your waist while you began dancing, grinding your ass into his crotch. “but maybe i can start.”

you giggled, looking back at him over your shoulder as you moved your hips to the music. you and rafe danced like that for a while, feeling the bass of the song in your hearts that were already pounding rapidly from the close proximity you two shared.

at one point, rafe ran his hands up your sides, his hands slipping a bit farther than you expected around your front and taking your breasts in both of his hands underneath your shirt. you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, your hands finding his, his lips finding your neck. the hotness of the room plus the sexual tension floating between you and rafe had your heart beating rapidly in your chest—you weren’t sure how long you could wait before you needed him.

luckily, rafe had the same idea.

“you know,” the boy was mumbling in your ear, his low growl causing a knot to build in your stomach. “i got it in with kelce so i think i might have vip access to a room upstairs.”

“just you, or is there room for me, too?”

“always room for you, princess,” his breath was hot on your ear as he nipped at the skin, whispering lowly. you smirked, moving your hand to interlock your fingers with his, and that was enough for rafe to drag you towards the staircase leading upstairs. rafe had pushed you into a random bedroom in the hallway, pinning you against the door in no time as it shut behind you. your head was tilted back, your breathing heavy as you watched rafe lift the shirt off his back, giving you a look before helping yours off as well. then his lips were on yours and he was picking you up by the backs of your thighs.

with his lips meshed with yours, rafe mumbled, “jump” and you obliged easily, wrapping your legs around his torso and letting the boy carry you across the room before throwing you down onto the bed in the middle of the room. his lips were on yours in an instant as you moaned into his mouth, feeling his fingers rub over your clothed heat.

rafe stood up, unbuckling his belt and you took the opportunity to slide your jeans off, discarding them somewhere before rafe crawled over you again and let his lips find home on your neck. everything had happened in a blur, from the moment you stepped in the room to the moment rafe was burying himself deep inside you. his moans were angelic to your ears, his teeth nipping softly at your shoulder while he found a steady pace to keep his thrusts at. rafe’s hands sunk into the mattress at both sides of your head before he brought one up, wrapping it around your throat loosely. just the mere action had you moaning, your eyes rolling back as he fell deeper and deeper inside you.

“holy shit,” he groaned, tilting his head back as he rocked his hips forward. you could see the dark bruises on his neck, littering his throat, as a result of the kisses you’d given him only minutes before, and you were sure you had some of your own, too. it was strange, seeing rafe in this light. you’d only ever seen rafe as a boy that you went to school with, and of course you knew he was a little more intense than the next guy, but feeling him bury himself between your legs with his hand wrapped around your throat, his cold metal rings pressing into your skin. it was a bit of a reality check for you.

you were fucking rafe cameron.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” rafe’s words left his lips in a sinful manner, but really nothing about this situation wasn’t. you’d been with a few guys but they were nothing compared him. the way rafe’s hips rolled down on you to deepen himself, or his moans synchronizing with yours, it was amazing you were still intact. rafe was a god of a man and how you hadn’t come to that conclusion before, you weren’t sure.

rafe had made a mental promise to make you finish first, and he was more than happy to help you over the edge when the time came. you’d switched positions so you were riding him now, legs on either sides of him as rafe held your waits with a harsh grip, his fingers digging into your skin and making sure to leave a mark as a reminder for you tomorrow—not that you would ever be able to forget.

“you gonna cum, baby?” rafe spoke to you in such a degrading yet somehow sweet tone as you bounced up and down on his dick, his hand still wrapped around your throat while he pressed you to his chest. you moaned, your head falling back as you dug your nails into his biceps. “come on princess, tell me how good i make you feel.”

“rafe, please.” you let out a loud moan as you could feel yourself release around him, and almost instantly he shot inside you, groans eliciting from his lips. the two of you slowed your pace, rafe’s head resting on your shoulder as you let your chin fall to the top of his head, your arms moving to wrap around his neck as his did your torso.

“why didn’t i do that sooner,” rafe mumbled, more or less to himself as his voice was hushed. he began leaving sloppy kisses down your shoulder, your collarbone and dipping between the valley of your breasts, his lips hot against your flush skin as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“do what, baby?”

“sleep with you.” his voice was full of breath, as yours was too, but you could tell he truly meant it. as much of a boyish thing that was to say, you couldn’t help but feel your heart speed up at the semi-compliment.

“am i supposed to say thank you?” you questioned, feeling rafe sit up against as he tilted his head back to look at you. the glimmer of satisfaction in rafe’s tired blue irises made your stomach flip.

“it’d be appreciated.”

“then thank you,” you said, and rafe let out a light laugh before placing both of his hands on the side of your neck and tugging you down to his level. your lips met and you instantly parted yours to deepen the kiss. he fell back, allowing you to hang over his body, letting your lips linger against his before you began kissing down his jaw, and then his neck, making sure to suck sweetly and leave more marks. you felt rafe reach a hand down, stroking his length a few times before he slid his tip through your folds, about to push himself inside you again but before the two of you could go any further, a loud, frightening knock on the door sounded. you flinched as rafe grabbed his shirt from beside him and covered you, flipping the two of you over so he was blocking you. the door opened, and in stumbled topper with some girl that you didn’t recognize, both of them drunk off their asses.

“oh shit, sorry--hey, it’s rafe! my boy!” the intoxicated boy slurred, waving as he rocked back and forth on his heels slightly, his other arm wrapped around the drunk chick under him. “yo, you finally got with y/n? good on you, man! you’ve been talking about fucking her since she left! hey y/n, how’s it going?”

“get out, top,” rafe growled, more annoyed than anything. the blonde boy complied, waving goodbye before he shut the door behind him, and you and rafe were left alone again. you turned to rafe, raising your eyebrows but rafe stopped you before you could start. “don’t even.”

“hey, it’s not my fault topper can’t keep his mouth shut,” you teased, and rafe only rolled his eyes before climbing off the bed and putting his boxers back on. he picked up your shirt from the ground, throwing it your way.

“get dressed so i can go beat top’s ass.”

“why do you need me there?” you asked, slinging your bra over your shoulders as rafe slipped his legs into his jeans, buttoning them before looking back at you. you were slipping your head through the neck of your blouse, looking down while your fingers worked nimbly on the buttons of your shirt. rafe admired you for a moment, taking advantage of your obliviousness, before clearing his throat and answering.

“i just thought it’d be rude to leave you up here.”

at his response, you glanced up, a faint smile toying at your lips as your fingers did up the rest of the buttons blindly. “are you crushing on me, rafe cameron?”

the boy laughed, a little too loud and a little too defensively, as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “absolutely not.” he moved to grab his shirt from where it lay on the bed, but you snatched it away before he could. rafe only stared at you tiredly. “y/n,” he drawled, and you smirked, holding the shirt to your chest as you looked up at him innocently.

“for the record, i think you’re cute too, rafe.” you threw his shirt back at him, giggling as rafe flipped you off. the two of you got dressed in silence, letting the tension do the talking before you exited the room and made your way downstairs, where the size of the party had increased significantly.

you descended the stairs, rafe’s hand finding home on the small of your back before he led you down the hallway and into the foyer, stopping you by grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around so your hands immediately found home on his chest. you glanced up at him, eyes darting between his as he stared down at you with a pointed look.

you frowned. “what?”

“i wanna kiss you again,” he stated. if it weren’t for the circumstances beforehand, your heart would’ve been on the floor.

“then do it,” you said, raising your eyebrows at him as your lips curled up slightly. you weren’t quite sure where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but you didn’t mind because rafe’s lips were on yours a moment later and you didn’t have time to second guess yourself. except he pulled away a little too soon for your liking, and the look in his eyes didn’t do much but further your doubt. you furrowed your eyebrows at him, earning a look of confusion from the boy. “you can’t just kiss a girl and then look at her like that.”

“like what?”

“like you regretted it.” it was in that moment that rafe realized how you actually felt. what happened upstairs wasn’t driven by alcohol--he knew it wasn’t because he’d been watching you all night and had only seen you down three coolers. what happened upstairs wasn’t an act of impulse, or some mistake. you had wanted it as much as he did--you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“i don't regret it,” rafe spoke lowly, his tone suddenly turning serious. your eyebrows lowered, knitting together out of confusion. “i don’t regret sleeping with you, either.”

you laughed nervously. “well that’s good.”

“i’ve wanted you since fucking preschool, y/n.” his words came as a shock to you, despite his slight confession only minutes prior. “before i knew what sex was, before my mind was driven by hormones. i’ve wanted you since i knew what love was, y/n.”

“love is a strong word, rafe,” you laughed nervously again. god, it was either black or white with rafe. you either felt nothing or you felt the most when it came to him. you went almost ten months without thinking about him, and then you came home and your mind was destroyed as your thoughts of him invaded. now he was standing in front of you with fucked out hair and a strangely heartfelt yet utterly confused look in his eyes. he felt the same way; he didn’t know what to feel.

“fuck whatever topper said,” rafe finally said. “and fuck whatever anyone says. and fuck what you say. i love you.”

this was not where you expected your saturday night to be going.

“you love me?” you tried your best for those words not to come out bitchy, but there was no nice way to ask someone to repeat themselves when they were confessing their love for you. especially when it was rafe cameron.

“obviously you don’t have to say it back but i feel like i needed to tell you because this is the first time i’m seeing you after six months, and after going eighteen years seeing you almost everyday and then suddenly going nearly three hundred days without seeing you made me realize you’re the only girl i’ve ever actually felt something with.” rafe was rambling, spewing sentence after sentence, and if you didn’t stop him now, you weren’t sure if you would be able to.

“rafe, stop.” the boy shut himself up almost immediately after your words. you lifted your hands to the collar of his polo shirt, flattening it out before lifting your eyes to lock with his. “i love you too.”

“what?”

“i’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” you said slowly, feeling your confidence disintegrate little by little. thankfully, the look in rafe’s eyes had you feeling a bit better and you continued your admittance. “i mean, everyone loves you, rafe. it’s not hard to believe.”

“it is when it’s you.”

“well believe it,” you told him, a wide and innocent smile growing on your lips. the laugh your words elicited from rafe had your stomach twisting as you watched him smile, looking down at his hands that found residence on your hips. then he looked back at you, meeting your eyes and you could’ve sworn you were in a movie. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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mickstart · 3 years

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what do you think are some iconic/memorable schumi moments? i just got into f1 and would like to know more about him bc somehow i can’t really find anything like that about him.... just stats which are incredibly impressive but i can’t find anything about how he behaved or just anything about his personality..... thanks <3

:) Hi anon, thank you for unleashing the beast.

Ok I love you for asking me this thank you SO MUCH. Welcome to the circus I’m glad you’re here! Also yeah, Schumi is often talked about in terms of statistics and not as a human, Which is a shame bc like! Schumi is fascinating and the dynamics on the grid in late 90s F1 is so much fun! Also, this is mainly going to be late 90s -> early 2010s stuff bc I was born in 98 so uhhh I didn’t properly witness ANY 90s stuff and had to learn about it.

OK so I got super carried away but I’ve divided this into 3 sections: Drives/races that I think showcase some of his talents, human moments we need to talk about more, and Chaotic Little Bitch moments. The key thing to remember w/ Schumi is that he personally tends to be nice but as soon as you put him in a competition, Bastard Mode activates like a cat’s pupils going wide.

I am so sorry for the following short essay. Also some crashes are briefly mentioned but only ones with absolutely no injuries and there’s no details.

Chaotic Little Bitch Moments

Schumi debuted as a SUBSTITUTE driver for Jordan when one of their drivers was in police custody (yes. really.) The highest a Jordan had qualified all year was 10th and in his DEBUT at SPA, one of the toughest tracks, in the middle of the season, Schumi qualified that Jordan 7th! THEN his clutch failed before the first lap was even complete, but Benetton and Jordan WENT TO COURT to fight each other to sign him for their team before the next race in Monza. He couldn’t debut normally he HAD to cause a scene and set the tone.

The Red Strings of Fate: He qualified 7th, his iconic 7 starred helmet, his first victory next year was ALSO at Spa - his first complete race would be at Monza, Ferrari Holy Ground, and he finished 5th which 👀 1) he was immediately racing with The Greats. 2) Mr 5 Championships With Ferrari.

Winning a race by taking a stop and go penalty on the last lap, crossing the finish line in the pits, and making such a complicated argument about said penalty that in a hearing that was SUPPOSED to be Mclaren protesting the race result the stewards scrapped the entire penalty and the 3 who awarded it handed in their licenses??? Iconic.

Austria 2002 where Rubens was ordered to give the win to Michael. And then Michael fucking made him stand on the top step on the podium like “oh no no no RUBENS deserves this” and made a big SHOW out of it and its like “Michael stop you’re not making it heartwarming you’re making it WORSE Michael STOP” The Tension of germany 2010 podium VS the theatricality of THIS podium.

Team orders were banned because of this which also makes this indirectly responsible for Fernando Is Faster Than You having to be a coded message. You can’t escape him,

Blocking Alonso in Monaco qualifying and then, years later in 2010, overtaking Alonso technically illegally at Monaco (the race was ending under safety car, but the safety car doesn’t lead them over the line it pits and they’d crossed the safety car line and the regulations were NOT specific about the rules) and getting a 20 second penalty bc Damon Hill was a steward. Haunting FERNANDO specifically at Monaco like the ghost of christmas past? Getting a harsh penalty because ANOTHER driver he’d fucked over was a steward? Forcing the FIA to rewrite the rulebook to account for his nonsense when he was in his FOURTIES? I don’t know another chaos king.

Winning the 1995 championship by crashing into Damon Hill, getting AWAY with it for some reason, and then trying to do the same thing in 1997 to Villeneuve, failing to do so and simply rebounding off of him harmlessly, almost COMICALLY, and beaching his own car in a gravel trap at which point the FIA said “I have had ENOUGH of you Wacky Races Man!” and disqualified him from the entire championship

Forcing Mika off the track so bad at Spa 2000 that Mika realized the only way he was gonna be able to get past him was to re-invent the overtake and go for it whilst they were passing a backmarker. (The overtake itself is at 2:05 in the video but the build up to it is Important bc the key part it’s not just badass, it only happened bc Mika knew who he was dealing with.)

Spa 1998 was a Ridiculously Chaotic race it truly was the Mugello 2020 of its year, and after a crash at the start that took out almost the entire grid Schumi accidentally collided with Coulthard later in the race. (The teams used to have a spare car at every race then, so the race was able to continue after a restart.) This wasn’t a racing thing, Coulthard was getting lapped. So something in Schumi SNAPS, and he storms down the pitlane and tries to fight Coulthard while the mclaren and ferrari mechanics both hold him back and finally drag him away. He projected into the future, saw Coulthard was gonna talk non-stop shit about Seb, and acted accordingly.

Monaco 2012 Pole don’t talk to me about this I still can’t believe the audacity of this man to get the only pole of his comeback, at MONACO, at the ONE RACE where he had a 5 place grid penalty to take!!

In general, I know Cheating Bad but. I HAVE to admire the brainpower it must take to have the rulebook so memorized that whilst driving an F1 car Schumi could spot a loophole the size of the eye of a needle and then dance through it, forcing the FIA to add ANOTHER page to the rule book specially for him bc nobody else even REALISED that loophole existed.

Human Moments

A quick rant about Mika and Schumi’s entire friendship. After Spa 2000 Mika goes up to Michael, says something like “Don’t ever do that again” then they’re friends again. They had this mutual understanding that Racing was not Reality. This goes all the way back to their F3 days they were rivals AND friends for their entire career. They truly were the Sewis of the era if Sebastian was like 50% more evil. Their entire dynamic is “You’re the only motherfucker in this pit lane who can handle me”. Schumi would do some bullshit and every other driver would throw up their hands in frustration and Mika would just go “Okay” and drive better to put him in his place bc he was the only one who could keep up, and Schumi very visibly LOVED that he’s grinning after Mika owns his entire ass with that overtake at Spa. They were unstoppable force meets immovable object and I’m so sad their rivalry isn’t more talked about bc the way Mika is the only driver who can get him to behave like a normal human being is SO entertaining.

This is a sad one so I won’t link it but he started crying in the 2000 Monza press-conference with his brother and Mika when he equaled one of Senna’s records. The press kept trying to ask questions about it and Mika just has this death grip on his shoulder and tries to get them to stop or let them take a break and it’s so sad but also important to know about.

Once said he didn’t want Mick to race in F1 bc the pressure of his name would put Mick under so much stress and he wanted his son to be happy. (He fully supported Mick in his endeavors! But only after making absolutely sure it was what Mick wanted, and making sure he knew he could just race for fun if he wanted and it didn’t have to be F1)

This whole interview just after Mick was born with the Schumacher family. Special shout out to Gina on his head the entire video and also Corinna talking to the press while Michael is captivated by Mick. Me too Michael.

Once allegedly pleaded to take a stray kitten home from the track?

I reblogged this yesterday but. Sticking like glue to Sebastian at an F1 test and immediately being like “This is my new son he’s gonna go far”. There’s a lot of pictures out there also of Michael being a guest at the karting races Seb went to as a kid and baby Seb visibly losing his fucking mind at being given a trophy by his idol. Every day of my life I think about him trying to ruffle Seb’s hair through his helmet at Brazil 2012

WInning the championship in 2000. Him thanking the entire team individually and pausing mid-celebration to kiss his wife Corinna so tenderly it’s in the F1 opening. Also, the way it literally cuts from the rest of McLaren looking like they’re attending a funeral to Mika grinning at him and hugging him fucking SENDSSSSS me.

Schumi was a little shit in all the 2010-12 press conferences like, lowering Lewis’ chair, playing with a microphone wire, but ESPECIALLY corrupting baby Seb and getting him to mess with Nico Rosberg.

He’s just GOOFY! Like I refuse to let him be remembered as a terrifying force of nature he was so goofy kind of similarly to Seb. PLEASE watch this incredibly awkward interview he did with Coulthard on a golf buggy where they both had to pretend they hadn’t thought about murdering each other at least once. I think Sky F1 should force Brocedes to do this when covid’s over. “Do you mind if I drive?” “Yes.”

EDIT: I CANNOT BELIEVE I forgot the 1999 Canada press conference where Eddie Irvine and Mika Hakkinen get into a water fight and Schumi immediately grabs a towel and hides behind it and is like “I had NOTHING to do with it” 🥺 adorable, actually

A lot of people at Ferrari, including Rob Smedley (who was on the other side of the garage with Felipe Massa so not in his inner circle) have said that a lot of the success of the team came from Schumi’s LEADERSHIP more than anything, that he’d make the team get together to bond all the time. When Schumi moved to Ferrari in 1996 they were NOT dominant. He did the same thing Lewis did - went to a team that everybody said would be a huge mistake and helped build them up behind the scenes.

THIS bit of the Canada 2011 Rewind where his engineer gives him the strategy and he’s like “... OkaAaAaAay?” and then when it turns out to be the wrong strategy he cheerfully tells them it’s too late. Little shit.

Speaking of Mercedes I also wanna say that like. They were a MESS in 2012 and his car DNF’d because of a failing on their part MULTIPLE times. (In Canada qualifying his DRS was stuck open and they couldn’t close it.) He did not say a single bad word about them EVER even though the press used this to attack him non-stop as washed-up and bad without Ferrari to cheat for him. At Ferrari he was the exact same with the team, any bastard antics Schumi had for his rivals did not extend to the engineers and crew.

OK this one is soured bc Top Gear is trash BUT if you were like, a kid in England who followed motorsports? Schumi’s fake reveal as The Stig on Top Gear was like the coolest, sickest thing,

Please view this image of Schumi and Mika when they were young and stupid

Iconic Races

ok so I have limited myself to a few races that show off some of his key strengths!

Hungary 1998 / France 2004 - STRATEGY/SPEED - Schumi switched to a 3 stop strategy in 98 and a FOUR STOP strategy in 04 and won both races. In order for the strategy call to work he’d have to basically make every single lap a qualifying style ‘flying lap’ and you best fucking believe he DID THAT. God I fucking miss when Ferrari was the king of strategy.

Argentina 1998 - has it all. Talent, battling Mika, pit lane mind games with mclaren, and bullying coulthard xxx

Spain 1996 / a majority of the wet races - RAIN - One of Schumi’s nicknames was Rain Master bc he was so fucking good in the wet. If it started raining and you were a Schumi stan you were cackling evilly before the red lights even went out. I single out 1996 bc it was his first win for Ferrari and it was unexpected but in most wet races, even Canada 2011 post comeback, you can see Schumi thriving.

Malaysia 1999 - Schumi missed pretty much the entire second half of the season with a broken leg, came back for the last 2 races with everybody murmuring about whether he would struggle, and immediately put the Ferrari on pole. Also worth noting is that he was the number 2 driver for these 2 races bc his teammate Irvine was fighting Mika for the championship and he went along with that without complaint, allowing Ferrari to win the constructor’s championship if not the driver’s.

Monza 2002, 03, 04, or 06 just because it has the energy of the tifosi kneeling at the feet of an idol to their red god.

Brazil 2006 - Fuck All Y’all - Schumi’s last race for Ferrari. He got a puncture and ended up almost lapped, and then drove his way back from that to 4th bc he couldn’t go out without reminding us he’s a bad bitch.

Monza 2012 - Defending - Don’t tell F1 Twitter that there’s actual footage of Lewis and Michael having a genuine lengthy battle on track but DO watch Michael defending like a motherfucker and Lewis breathing down his neck for half the race we need to talk about this more.

Valencia 2012 - This isn’t necessarily anything special but I cried in my living room over the only podium of his comeback so it goes on here. It doesn’t have the same impact if you haven’t been watching him struggle with the car for years, DNF-ing from car failure most of 2012, and having BBC F1 telling you he’s washed up every single weekend, but you can just enjoy one of the best drives of FERNANDO’S entire career as he DRAGS that Ferrari by its hair to a home grand prix win and then watch the crowds embrace him like jesus and also Schumi being happy on the podium. Also, the very start of this clip from the press conference: him forgetting what language he’s supposed to be speaking

Basically, Schumi was a hyper-competitive ambitious bitch who turned into a goofball as soon as he switched the engine off. This is by NO MEANS everything if I was making an exhaustive best races guide I’d do more research and another post but I hope this is what you were looking for?? THANK YOU SO MUCH for letting me go MAXIMUM SPECIAL INTEREST and I apologize.

#asks #Schumi #Mika #Alonso #long post #god I'm so fucking sorry #Anonymous #This is not comprehensive bc I didn't want to accidentally turn this into a whole research project especially if you're new to it!

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What Happens In Jersey Pt. 4 | G.D.

A/N - I legit rewrote this part three times and I’m so excited for y’all to see what happens!!!! Get a snack and some water (bc y’all gonna be thirsty as shit after this) and settle in bc we’re about to go for a ride! Read the last part here

Word Count - 5.2K

Warnings - smut on smut on smut

Recap:

“Pregnancy isn’t sexy.”

He laughs. Like genuine, whole hearted laughter. “What are you talking about?” “What are you talking about?” You fire back.

“The fact that you’re pregnant with my baby is the hottest shit ever. I did that shit. We did that shit. It’s hot.”

“We can agree to disagree, then.”

So much for trying to keep things simple, Grayson thinks to himself.

“Let me prove it.”

***

The past few minutes felt like a total blur. One second, you and Grayson were talking – okay, flirting – and the next, you were underneath him on the couch, his hands up your sweatshirt. He tasted just like you remember, minty and fresh, except this time there was no tequila or vodka, it was pure desire.

You had thought about kissing him ever since the last time and it feels like your memory had failed you. His lips were soft and sensual against your own, his tongue caressing yours like he couldn’t get enough. You both were breathing heavily, not wanting to break apart from each other for even a second.

However, when his fingers finally brushed against your nipple, pinching it lightly, you gasped, forcing your lips away from his. Your eyes stayed closed as he continued to roll it between his fingertips, the sensation sending shock waves straight to your pussy.

“Like that, mama?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath heating you up even more.

You let out a pathetic whine, nodding your head while biting your lip. Your brain was so fogged with pleasure, the thought of trying to speak seemed impossible.

He chuckled, somewhat bringing your brain back to reality and causing you to open your eyes. He looked like a Greek god above you, his hair going every which way, his pupils dilated, and a smirk plastered across his swollen lips. This was so much better than the first time already, and he hadn’t even gotten your naked.

“You’re sure you want it?” His face went serious for a moment and you could tell he wanted a genuine answer, not just some lust filled moan. Your heart fluttered knowing that even in this position he is still so caring and wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

“Want it bad,” you told him, dragging your hands up the front of his clothed torso, heat radiating off him like a furnace.

Grayson growled, picking you up quickly and wrapping your legs around his waist. You squealed, your arms flying around his neck to steady yourself. He walked you to the laundry room, doing his best not to walk you into the wall or anything while he kissed your neck. If you were being honest, you wouldn’t even notice if he did walk into something because it felt like you and Grayson were the only things to exist right now.

He laid you down on the bed gently, standing back to watch you catch your breath. His mind was overflowing with anything you and he needed to take a second to ground himself. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to be in this position with you again.

You see, after your night during New Year’s Eve, he was over the moon. His friends had tried to convince him that maybe he needed to chill with trying to find a wife at 20, so that’s what he did.

He was just living his life, tried casually seeing girls, but none of them seemed to click with him. But when he met you at Jessie’s, he felt something different. He wasn’t totally infatuated like he’d been in the past with his ‘soulmates,’ but he more felt excited butterflies while also a serene calmness radiating off of you. You made everyone in the room smile, including him. So, he turned the charm on and a week later he had his first one night stand.

Except, you were stuck in his head after that. When Ethan made him drive them home before you had gotten up, he found he was disappointed he didn’t get to say bye to you. He was hoping to even maybe get your number. But, his friends reminded him that that’s not what one night stands are, so he went back to LA and kept living his life.

That feeling had never left him, though. The butterflies would spark up every time he saw an Instagram post from Jessie that had you in it, or when he smelled anything coconutty because of the way your hair smelled that night, or even when he’d have lemonade because of the way he could remember your mouth tasting, and limes are similar enough to lemons, right?

So, the fact that you were in his bed, pregnant with his baby and ready to get fucked by him again made his stomach twist and his heart pound in his ears. He could feel the blood rushing to his dick, but he also felt those butterflies, the unique feeling you brought to him every time he heard your heavy breathing, saw your wide eyes, and tasted your sweaty skin.

“Gray?” You breathed out, watching him stand there, his eyes just raking over your completely clothed body. You’d assumed you’d be almost naked by now and your sweatshirt and leggings were pretty much suffocating you with how hot you were for him.

His eyes instantly met yours when he heard his name from your mouth, and his signature smirk forming on his lips once again. “Yeah, mama?”

“Touch me.”

Grayson’s eyes closed for a moment to collect himself before he opened them again with a new determination gleaming in them. He crawled on top of you, straddling your hips while pushing your sweatshirt slowly up your body. His fingers are brushing over the skin of your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He stopped right before exposing your breasts, watching you squirm. He wanted to take his time with you tonight. Appreciate you this time, memorize every part of your body so that he doesn’t have to forget it ever again.

You, however, were lacking the patience he possessed at the moment and decided to take it into your own hands. You grabbed your sweatshirt, lifting your body the best you could, and took it off in one movement.

This made Grayson laugh, but his eyes never left your tits. One of your elbows went back against the bed to hold your body up while the other grabbed one of his large ones, bringing it directly against your chest. He found himself unable to resist as he started to massage the warm flesh against his palm, his other hand going to match his movements on your other tit.

You sighed out in relief, arching your back into his touch. You’d waited so long for this, and you’re grateful to finally be getting some type of relief.

Similar to Grayson, your mind has been clouded with him since New Year’s Eve. Unlike him, however, you had done the whole no-strings-attached situation your first two years of college. When you had to get more serious about school junior year, along with getting leadership opportunities in your organizations, your sex life went straight to the back burner. Plus, you had Jessie. Jessie had come into your life sophomore year, originally as one of your many sexual endeavors. After seeing him a few times, though, you decided you’d rather be friends with him than just have sex with him. You and him got along really well, and you had a lot of mutual friends already.

Jessie was the last person you’d slept with before Grayson. You never really found yourself missing Jessie in that way, so it was easier to put yourself into the rest of your life. You never felt distracted by him, and almost forgot you guys used to sleep together. But, you still had needs like any human being, so it was kind of frustrating to not have anyone during that year and a half. That’s why when you met Grayson, you almost felt revived.

He was funny and nice and hot as fuck and he was attracted to you. He’d made you feel a way no other guy had before. He was respectful and genuinely interested in his passions and that made you feel inspired. You couldn’t quite place it, it was just the fact that he was Grayson that made you attracted to him.

When he had been gone when you woke up on New Year’s, you were disappointed, but not shocked. He was still a guy. He had his needs met and that’s what he wanted.

However, getting to know him once you found out you were pregnant had made you realize that that wasn’t totally the case. Miscommunication could practically be your middle name at this point, and although you were disappointed you’d be having a friend baby because you both had decided not to pursue the other, you were grateful he was in your life at all.

But now knowing that he still wanted you all these months later (and a couple pounds because of strawberry, too), has excited you in a way you have never felt before. There was a fire in you that only he could put out, and he was not moving fast enough for you.

“Gray come on, please,” you whined, lifting your hips up to meet his.

“Fuck, pretty girl. Needy for me?” He bit his lip, swiping his thumbs over your nipples repeatedly, watching them continue to get harder with each touch.

You nodded, lifting your hips again. His hands grabbed your hips, helping you move back on the bed so that he was knelt between your legs. His fingers dug into the top of your leggings, pulling them down and throwing them with your sweatshirt.

When he looked back down at you, he was met with your pink thong barely covering you. He could see the wet spot on them over your slit, making his cock twitch under his sweats.

“Baby,” he breathed out, laying down while his palms brushed over the smooth skin of your inner thighs, forcing them open wider so he could be comfortable. “Shoulda told me how bad you needed me, pretty girl.” “I did!” You groaned, squirming around once you felt his breath on your center.

He chuckled, enjoying the way he was torturing you. “You’re right, you did. But I’ll make it worth it, don’t worry.”

Before you could say anything back, he was dragging his tongue up your covered slit, tasting what he can through the fabric. You both moaned quietly, excited to finally be getting what you’ve craved for so long.

One of Grayson’s hands moved closer to your center, his thumb rubbing over the wet spot, pulling the fabric away and to the side so that he can finally see what he had been trying to remember for over three months now.

“Pretty girl, this fucking pussy. Been dreaming about it.” His words made your cheeks flush, and as you were about to remind him to get to it, he dove in.

His tongue was exploring you, reaching from your hole all the way to your clit, making sure you were wet enough between what you’re giving him and his spit. Once he was satisfied, he put his focus on your clit.

The feeling of finally having his mouth on you after so many months was totally overwhelming. Your pussy fluttered every time he licked you just right, causing one of your hands to enter his hair at the back of his head. Your eyes squeezed shut from how good it felt, your brain unable to comprehend what was happening. You had managed to pull Grayson Dolan not once, but twice. You couldn’t even care about any consequences you’ll deal with later, his tongue being the only thing you cared about.

You pulled it lightly at his hair and he groaned against you, the vibrations shooting up your spine and making your back arch. Your breathing quickened when you felt his other hand come closer to his mouth, his middle finger rubbing up and down your slit to collect some wetness before he pushed it into you. He moved so slowly, inching his way into the pussy he’s wanted to be back in for so long, and it drove you both crazy. Your walls were almost suffocating his finger as he explored you, figuring out what would make you squirm.

His sensual movements were causing your orgasm to bubble up from deep within you. His finger was soon joined by another and he began to stretch you out, his attention on your clit never faltering. He was devouring you like he hadn’t had water for weeks and you’re the first drop he could find. He was totally enamored with your reactions to his touch. He never wanted it to end, your moans and whines being music to his ears, your hips squirming against his face, spreading your wetness across his chin. He started grinding his hips against the bed for any kind of relief, wanting to taste your cum on his tongue.

Luckily for him, you were really close. Your hand that wasn’t in his hair was twisting the sheets, the pleasure you were feeling totally consuming every part of your being. Before you knew what was happening, your legs were clamping around his head while you came, groaning his name out while you tugged on his hair.

Grayson worked you through the whole thing, his fingers and tongue never stopping. Your body relaxed and that’s when he slowed down, slowly sliding his fingers out of you. He licked your opening, cleaning up as much as he could, relishing in the way you were twitching against him. He left one last kiss to your sensitive clit before pulling away and climbing up onto his knees between your legs.

When he looked down at you, spread out on his bed, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over, he literally moaned at the site.

“Fuck, pretty girl.”

You didn’t even bother to respond with words, merely whining and nudging him with your knees.

Grayson stood up, pulling his shirt over his head, dragging his pants and underwear down after.

“You still want it, mama?” He asked while he crawled back on the bed, returning to his spot between your legs.

You look down at the dick you hadn’t seen since January and almost moaned at the site. It was somehow more enticing than you remember, and you needed him in you now.

“Yes, really bad. Please fuck me, Gray,” you whined, your hands reaching out for him. He obliged, falling over you, his arms stopping him so that he didn’t crush you.

You could see the glimmer of your wetness still on his chin, prompting you to reach up and swipe your thumb across his skin to collect it all. Your thumb slowly moved to his bottom lip, pushing on it a bit. He opened his mouth, allowing your thumb to enter, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time. He sucked every last drop off your finger, his tongue leaving no part of your thumb untouched. When you pulled it out, his teeth lightly brushing against your skin, and you feel like you could melt at the feeling, never mind the sight.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, mama,” he groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes for a moment.

You giggled, pulling his face to yours by gripping his cheeks, kissing him once slowly and trying to portray how you felt through your lips. When you pulled away, your teeth caught on his lower lip while you looked up at him. Grayson felt like he could cum at the sight of you, looking fucked out and totally lost in the way he was making you feel.

This was what prompted him to bring one hand down to his dick, pumping himself a couple times before lining up with your slit.

“Ready, pretty girl?”

You whined, nodding and biting your own lip, wiggling your hips while you waited for him to do what you’ve been dreaming of for months. Soon, he was fulfilling your wishes while he pushed into you slowly, relishing in the way your walls were sucking him in. Once he was all the way in, he stilled so that you had time to adjust. Your hands moved to his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin there from how overwhelmed you were.

“Fuck me, Gray,” you whispered, looking him straight in the eyes while you said it.

Grayson didn’t need anything else to prompt him as he started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly and steadily increasing until you felt the bed rocking underneath you. He watched your face while your eyes fell shut, your brain consumed with the pleasure he was giving you. He was brushing the spot inside you that made you shake, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Feeling good, baby?” He breathed against your ear, his hips grinding into you in a way that allowed for your clit to rub against him.

You moaned in response, your head pushing back into the pillow and your back arching into him so as much of your skin was touching his as possibly. Your nails dragged down his back, your toes beginning to curl.

“Cum around my cock, pretty girl. Need to feel it.” His voice is uneven, his breathing increasing as his thrusts get sloppy. He was just as close as you, floating on cloud nine.

His words prompted you to give into the immeasurable pleasure he was giving you, your ears ringing as you came hard around him. You whimpered into his ear, gripping his lower back as your squirmed underneath him. Once you came back down, you could see the pleasure written across his face, making you smirk.

You squeezed your walls around him, causing him to groan as he pushed his face into your neck to try and muffle the noises as much as possible for the sake of his family. You just felt so good, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep it in.

Soon he was stalling inside you, gripping your hip to keep you where you were so that you couldn’t move away from him, his cum shooting into you. His breathing was quick as he was finally spent, his body relaxing on top of yours.

Once you had both calmed down a bit, you moved a hand into his hair, stroking it softly. “You’re gonna have to get a plan b tomorrow,” you giggled. You felt his laugh vibrate through your chest as he stroked your sides.

“And you told me my humor was shit.”

“I said you were cheesy!” You laughed, defending yourself.

Instead of responding, Grayson get up from on top of you, pulling out of you. The lack of body heat made you shiver, but you were heating up again when he kneelt between your legs to watch his cum slowly drip out of you. “God, pretty girl, this is the hottest shit,” he groaned, spreading your lips with his thumbs to enhance his view. You whined, covering your face and feeling more exposed than ever. He chuckled, crawling back up to straddle your midsection while removing your hands from your face by gripping your wrists. “Gonna be shy on me now? After what we just did?”

“I dunno, no one’s really looked at me like that after sex.”

“Like what?”

“Like they still thought I was hot after they got what they wanted.”

He frowned, moving a hand to your cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. It made him sad to think about how you had been treated in the past by so many people. He didn’t think you deserved any of it because he genuinely thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“I – this wasn’t…Y/N. This wasn’t just a ‘get our rocks off’ thing. I care about you. And I’ve thought you were hot this whole time. So, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed, because we’re going to the city tomorrow and strawberry has to be rested up for our fun day. Okay?”

A small smile managed to make its way on your face, nodding as he moved off the bed, holding his hand out to you. You took it and he helped you stand. You could feel his cum dripping down your thighs, making your blush. You stood there while he moved around, pulling his sweats up his legs before he handed his shirt to you.

“You okay?” He asked as you stood there staring at him. His voice brought you out of your thoughts, prompting you to grab his shirt and slip it over your head.

“Uh, yeah. Just can feel your cum coming out,” you mumbled.

He chuckled, walking over to you and resting his hands on your hips. “Can’t believe you don’t see how fucking hot you are.” He left a quick kiss on your lips before walking you to the door.

“Hey, wait. I don’t have any pants on.” You went to turn but he grabbed your wrist to keep you standing where you were.

“Please don’t put any on.”

You laughed, raising your brow at him. “What if we pass Ethan or your mom in the hallway?”

“We won’t, they’re both out by now. Come on.” He tugged on you, bringing you out of the room before you could protest.

You made it to the bathroom unseen, Grayson locking the door behind you guys before he turned back to you.

“What’re you looking at?” He smirked, seeing you standing there and watching him unmoving.

Your cheeks warmed. “Oh, nothing really. You just, you have…I scratched you.”

He smirked, walking to you and loosely holding you against him by your hips. his mouth found the skin below your ear. “You like seeing me marked up by you?”

You gasped, not expecting him to come onto you again, but you found yourself nodding before you could control it. It was really hot, actually. Knowing that the next time he showered he’d be reminded of you from the burning on his back.

“Now you understand how fucking hot it is you’re pregnant with my baby.” He left one hot, open mouthed kiss on your neck before completely pulling away and going to get his toothbrush. To say you were flustered would be a complete understatement. You didn’t understand how he was able to affect you so intensely, but he did and now you found yourself unable to look away from his back as he began brushing.

He noticed through the mirror and chuckled, leaning over to spit before speaking to you.

“Gonna clean my cum up from your pussy or do you just wanna watch me brush my teeth?”

“Oh my god, the douche is back, it was fun while it lasted I guess,” you jokingly groaned, moving to sit on the toilet. You couldn’t prevent the smile spreading on your face, though. For some reason, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.

***

You woke up the next morning to a hand on your face gently stroking you. You took a big breath in, turning your head to face where the hand was coming from. “Gray?” You mumbled.

“No, better,” you heard a familiar voice. Suddenly your eyes were flying open as you looked up at Jessie sitting on the edge of the bed, his body connected to the hand on your face. “Hey Y/N.” He’s got a smirk on his face as he watched the shock settle into your features.

“Jess? What? What’s –“ you looked around, seeing the bed empty of Grayson. A tiny part of you is disappointed, but you don’t let it show. You looked back at him, sitting up as a smile graced your features. “Jessie.”

“Ethan and Grayson invited me to your city day. Missed seeing you every day.”

“Yay! Okay, I gotta get ready and stuff,” you exclaimed, moving a bit closer to the edge, immediately remembering you had Grayson’s shirt on. Only Grayson’s shirt.

Jessie sat there expectantly because he had seen you in your pajamas multiple times, so when you paused he raised his brow. “You gonna puke or something?”

“Uh, you know what, yeah. I really don’t feel well. Can I have a couple minutes to get myself together?” You batted your eyelashes at him, knowing he would do whatever you wanted.

“Of course, I’ll be in the kitchen with the guys.” He patted your thigh covered by the blankets before standing and leaving the room.

You let out a sigh of relief, grateful that worked. See, after you got pregnant, Jessie has been super protective over you and has been weird about your relationship with Grayson. He loved the kid, don’t get it wrong, but he didn’t love the fact that it took a baby for Grayson to realize how amazing you are to talk to and be around. It almost felt like Jessie was acting like your older brother or something. Almost. A small part of you felt like it was jealously, but you didn’t even want to entertain that idea in case you were totally wrong.

Plus, what you had said wasn’t even a lie. You really didn’t feel well. However, you’ve learned to go about your day despite it, so you got up and got dressed in weather appropriate clothes that you wouldn’t be uncomfortable walking around the city in.

You go out to the kitchen, smiling when you saw all three boys chatting. Grayson stood over the stove while Ethan and Jessie leaned against the counter nearby.

“There she is. Thought we’d never get this show on the road,” Ethan joked, watching you walk towards them. They all were dressed kind of nice, nothing fancy but certainly no sweats in sight.

“Shut up, I’m growing a baby. Makes me a bit tired.” You walked to get water, hoping that would satisfy strawberry so your stomach would calm down.

“Oh yeah that’s for sure what’s made you tired,” Ethan remarked sarcastically, his smile never leaving his face. Your cheeks burned as Jessie gave him a questioning look.

Before the conversation could go any further, Grayson interrupted. “Pancakes?” He was looking directly at you, even though the question was for everyone.

It felt weird to be around him right now, knowing he literally fucked you last night and left. You weren’t sure how to feel about it, but you didn’t want to ruin the day for everyone.

You shook your head no, doing your best to keep your face neutral so as not to show the disgust you felt at the thought of eating pancakes. Strawberry had long ruined them for you, throwing them up one too many times.

“Your baby fucking hates pancakes, dude. Y/N’s thrown them up like ten times. I’ll have some, though,” Jessie jumped in, walking over to the stove. Grayson looked at you, as if he was waiting to hear it from you instead of Jessie.

You shrugged. “Guess strawberry is not a breakfast person. It’s okay, though, I’ve been throwing up less in general so I hope one day pancakes will be back in my life. They used to be my favorite.” He nodded, not really saying much as he served Jessie and Ethan some. He knew they were your favorite, you’d told him that a couple months ago. That’s why he made them in the first place today.

He’d gotten up early in the hopes to give you breakfast in bed before you day with everyone, but Jessie had gotten there early and ruined that. And Jessie seemed to know not only more about your pregnancy, but about your baby. He could feel the jealously bubbling up inside him, but he tried to keep it at bay. He was one of your best friends and sees you every day at school. It made sense he knew that stuff about you.

While Ethan and Jessie were busy eating, Grayson walked over to you. “Hey, you feel okay?” His eyebrows were drawn together in concern. He could tell something was off.

“Uh, yeah. Fine. Just nauseous.”

“Are you gonna…”

“No, I’m fine. Not as fragile as you think,” you mumbled, taking a sip of your water. If he only wanted to take care of you when it benefited him, you were fine with that. You just didn’t want him to act like he wanted anything more than that just because there were other people there.

He sighed, his eyes softening. “Y/N, no, you know that’s not what I meant. Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.” You gave him a tight smile before walking to the table to sit next to Jessie, leaving Grayson to clean up the breakfast he made for you before he sat down himself to eat.

Once everyone but you had eaten, you all got ready to head to the train station. You still had no idea what you guys were doing today because Grayson said he had wanted to keep it a surprise for you. You and Jessie decided to go outside to wait by the car for Ethan and Grayson. He had his arm around your shoulder as you walked out the door.

“Excited for today?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s gonna be nice to do something normal with them. And something fun in general, feels like all I do are stressful things between the baby and our last semester. I know when we go back I’m gonna be working literally until graduation.”

“Yeah, but at least we’ll do it together. And then we get to graduate together to celebrate.” He squeezed your shoulder and you leaned into him. You were genuinely not sure what you’d do without him, he kept you sane half the time.

Ethan and Grayson walked outside to meet you guys, and Grayson paused. He watched you and Jessie talking, and noticed how relaxed you were. He wondered if you ever looked that way when you were talking to him.

Ethan continued to walk to the car, leaving Grayson on the porch. It was only when Ethan called for him to unlock the car that Grayson stopped staring and walked over as well.

“Shotgun!” Ethan called, running to the passenger side of the car.

“No dude, Y/N gets shotgun,” Grayson responded casually, opening the driver’s side door.

“Gray, it’s okay, I don’t have to-“

“It’ll help make you feel better, right? Or at least not make you feel any more sick.” He raised his brow, looking at you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling bad. You felt like you were totally interrupting their usual flow of things.

“Hey, Y/N, come sit. It’s okay, Jess and I’ll cuddle in the back,” Ethan joked, keeping the door open for you as you walked over, giving him a soft smile.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re the one growing a baby. You get to make the calls.” Ethan closed your door once you were in your seat before climbing in the back with Jessie.

Grayson handed you his phone and you gave him a questioning look. “You’re on aux,” He clarified. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach from the smile he gave you, knowing how into music he is and how difficult he finds it to give up the aux power. You made sure to pick songs you knew everyone would love, lightening the slightly weird mood that had settled over you guys that morning. Maybe today wouldn’t be as awkward as you anticipated.

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AU details 03. Final Fantasy VII

‘They say you’ve come wandering here from the grass plains. Miss, have you seen stars before?’ ‘Before I came here, I did.’ ‘Are they beautiful?’ ‘Magickal.’ The woman smiles, wistfully. She misses them. ‘My mother used to tell me a story, that stars are the eyes of the Cetra which will guide our path in life.’ ‘What’s a Cetra?’ ‘Hm –’ A pause; she only has a handful of tales from her mother, and none tell her what a Cetra is. It’s a question she’s asked herself many times, too. ‘I don’t know. It’s, ah, just a s-story. But, they sound very nice.’

Ciri is born in an unspecified location in Gaia, εγλ 1988. Her mother belongs to a nomadic people who began travelling when poverty and lack of resources forced them to begin a search for a new place to settle. They never found one, instead told stories of Cetra, who are some mythological, fey-like or even god-like creatures, which have disappeared but will one day return and be able to guide them to the ‘promised land’. To a place of abundance, a place of peace. The stories are primarily passed down orally, which leads to embellishments, altered versions, twists and tweaks which make the truth of what a Cetra truly is hard to trace. Not that it matters – these stories are, like any religion or cult, a means to keep hope alive in the hearts of people, to promise them a better life.

If these nomads do get a chance to settle down, it is always in the slums, in poverty-stricken areas, in old miner towns or the outskirts of settlements; because they’re not exactly wanted, not exactly welcome; they don’t come from here and don’t really belong. These wanderers are nothing but liars and thieves, that is common knowledge.

It is no surprise that Shinra caught wind of these tales, too. They soon discovered the tales were just that -- tales, and that none of these nomads had ever actually seen a Cetra. No luck there – but these poor, lost, unwelcome humans were perfect test subjects for their experiments. No-one would miss a handful of vagrants without a place to call home; without a strong leader or spokesperson to represent them. And in a community where truths are being passed from mouth-to-mouth, it’s easy to sprinkle in a few rumours: it’s the locals who have murdered, abducted, or sold their kin. This sparks resentment and distrust, and the nomads close themselves off to outsiders. No more shared stories, no more exchanging of customs and commerce. So too is Ciri’s mother eventually taken away as a test subject by Shinra, and the truth about her disappearance - and presumed death - is buried. Or so it seems.

Ciri grows up under the care of her uncle (Remo), a merchant of all kinds of wares - but mostly of all of tales. Ciri is always found in the audience. He tells her stories of her mother and her family, as well as his own, and Ciri assumes they travel so often because this is their habit, as well as for his work. She doesn’t know that Remo truly tries to uncover is the truth behind the disappearances and, mostly, what has happened to Ciri’s mother. He tries to keep this a secret from Ciri - though she catches some wind of it as she grows older. Remo seems to be somewhat involved with supplying AVALANCHE various kinds of items, but his ties with the group are rather shallow. Ciri’s father, Silvan, mostly keeps to his own and is a seemingly cowardly, meek, obedient man. He does, however, help Remo in his search from a distance and supplies him with wares from his store.

One day Remo too disappears, and Ciri is left to her own devices; she never cared much for Silvan, they have an awkward relationship at best. She ends up in the slums of Midgar where she offers to work as a guide, or if she has access, as a middle-man in transactions that come from her father’s shop. She’s blissfully unaware that some of them are less-than-honest business partners.

After the meteor impact, she mostly works as a scavenger + guide and will be looking for any survivors - friends who may have perished during the impact.

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Bc she is Babey she very rarely travels out of Midgar alone ( and even in the slums its… hard ), in the past Remo was a fair match to any monsters they encountered but by herself it’s kind of – hard. Hence, her being a guide is really mutually beneficial: she gets to travel and the other person gets the safest / quickest route. She’s more of a hitchhiker in that sense, perhaps. nhgfdgs

Oh yes she has a VERY SHITTY motorcycle that breaks down every week at least once. No van in this verse, just a useless pizza delivery type of motorcycle.

she is a Weak-ass Binch. AS IN ANY VERSE nahdh. I do suppose in a ffvii setting you need some basic skill to fend off monsters, especially since she used to travel a lot, but she’d be more lucky than skilled in fights. She uses a stick. a rock. a scrap of metal. anything she can find on the ground to defend herself. Resourceful, that she is, at least.

Has no real strong opinion on either AVALANCHE or Shinra; though she’s aware that Shinra is deceptive and corrupt, and not at all as benevolent as they make themselves appear. She’s not inclined to do much about it, though ( this because she mostly believes she can’t ).

she may not believe herself very useful but she does have ties with distant family, friends; other nomads who settled down in various places and who she recognises as distant childhood friends. It’s more thanks to Remo that these ties were strengthened and maintained, but it means she has a bed to sleep in most places should she need it.

I imagine that, because she has been travelling a lot, Ciri knows her way around to remote places, knows the safest routes and is a valuable guide if you want to get somewhere as quickly and safely as possible.

The whole Cetra thing has absolutely no significance later on ( doesn’t give her Exclusive Knowledge or Powers or anything, it’s just a backstory meant to incorporate some roma elements into this verse ) save for that, if she were to ever interact with an aerith, and were to find out the truth about her, that she’d be very starry-eyed and enchanted by her but well, honestly, who isn’t mesmerised by aerith??

plot points:

finding out the truth about her parent(s); her mother in particular

a possibility is that her mother hasn’t died but has been discarded as a failure by Shinra and is one of the many monsters roaming in the slums ( open for discussion ); also probably hidden away somewhere i don’t imagine they ket their failed human experiments roam freely about najgfhdsg

Remo’s disappearance is equally ambiguous; I imagine that he ended up in an accident or it was a wrong-time-wrong-place kind of thing, not necessarily an intentional murder - this can also be discussed. CIri’s looking for Remo more than her mother because Remo still has a chance of being alive ( disappeared when she was 18 )

with her backstory I believe there’s enough material to get her involved with either AVALANCHE or Shinra or – anyone really. she can be approached on the account of Remo ( who was more active, social, likeable, and had a bit of a reputation ) for whichever reason - this mostly to set up a first interaction and the likes i imagine? to give ideas :’)

#( au info. )#( verse: ffvii. )

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I just wanted you to know that I just read all your hellmurder castle 'verse posts and I LOVE THAT AU SO MUCH

what you have to understand about my Hellmurder Castle AU (Homestuck set in the world of Girl Genius, if you haven’t read it) is that it was born specifically from my spite exasperation with all the long, epic AUs about either only the trolls or the trolls + beta kids, with alpha kids appearing as background characters at best and often not at all. Many of these fics are great, and many of them were written or at least planned before the alpha kids even appeared in canon, in which case it’s not the authors’ faults at all. But I LOVE my alpha kids, and Roxy may be my favorite and Dirk is a delight, but I was ALSO tired to tears of how even in fics featuring the alpha kids, it was almost always Derse-heavy.

So I basically said “fuck it”, yeeted them all into the world of Girl Genius (which was inevitable), figured out the torrid backstory of the beta kids and ancestors and how the dancestors and trolls fit in, and set about focussing the plot and character development exclusively on the alpha kids, particularly Jake and Jane. Particularly particularly Jake, because a) I thought him more underappreciated than Jane, and b) the idea of a Heroic Adventurer who constantly has to resist his own reflex to be a minion is fucking funny.

Let’s elaborate, shall we? Because I’m okay again, after the epilogue. I have forgiven. So, the hypothetical pfennig novels/fics in a series:

Jake English: Escape from Castle Lalonde

In which Jake leaves home, and meets a number of interesting people.

covers from basically that scene of Roxy capturing him through Jake escaping with Jane, and them agreeing to be adventuring partners. A lot of the middle consists of Jake helping Roxy and Dirk win back Roxy’s ancestral home of Castle Lalonde, defeating whatever villainous spark - probably an OC - had taken up residence.

Jake means to leave, but Roxy and Dirk need help cleaning up, and getting their labs running, and with interesting projects…and possibly they put a shock collar on him so he can’t leave the grounds…or at least tell him that’s what the collar does, and prove it, like, twice, and then turn it off because they don’t actually want him crippled in an emergency; mostly he’s just a great minion and Roxy is pretty sure he’s destined to be part of their team for defeating the Batterwitch, as laid out in the obscure and highly metaphorical prophecy her mother left her in a wizard book.

this is not at all good ground for either friendship or a healthy minion/master relationship, which is why Jake is pretty damn game to help Jane escape and then run away with her.

Jake English and the Red Miles

in which…I actually have barely any memory of wtf is supposed to happen in this one. Presumably, they have to survive the Red Miles at some point, with some ridiculous series of revivificationsthe trolls show up at Jake and Jane’s camp (okay fine, I love them, too), and after some alarmed mutual weapon-pointing, explain that Jake’s grandmother, Lady English, made them after Jake left, except now she’s died so they’ve come to find Jake and either bring him home or, at least, join his adventuring team and keep him safe

(yeah, Jade instilled some loyalty, which is Sketch. In fairness, when she lost control of the original generation of trolls, all her best friends were killed and/or disappeared, presumed dead. she has reasons)

I wonder if there was supposed to be a timeskip between this and the previous book, or if Escape from Castle Lalonde happened later into Jake going out adventuring than I think, or if Jade just got bored and made 12 new people like…3 hours after Jake left home

for pacing, the trolls should probably show up pretty early in this story, so they have a long time to be around before shit hits the fan

a lot of this book, aside from whatever shenanigans they’re dealing with re: Red Miles, would be Jake dealing with the fact that he is suddenly responsible for 12 people who keep looking to him for orders, and somewhere in the distance is an entire town (Hellmurder Village) that’s likewise.

they do not go back to the Castle at the end of this book, even though they arguably should bc Jake has responsibilities. But he also has adventuring to do, by golly, and…hm, it’s one of the Rings that causes the Red Miles, isn’t it? So maybe they get it at the end of this book, and now they have to track down the other one. Which brings us to…

Jake English and the Rings of Skaia

In which Jake and Jane (and Roxy and Dirk, and 12 young trolls) explore a castle, learn a little history, and generally level up their friendshipsI split up the aspects of Castle Heterodyne in this au: Jake has the recently inherited Castle with the terrifying, nigh-magical power source buried in its depths, and Jane has the abandoned derelict that is fully sentient, most automated, and even more malicious than it is trapped. This is the story of that castle, and the Ring of Life hidden somewhere in it

Jack Noir. The castle’s sentience is Jack Noir. Or perhaps more accurately Spades Slick? Who cares.

I had a very elaborate mythology/history thought up at some point about the twin spark queens of Derse and Prospit and their great enmity, and the saga of betrayal and heroism that marked their reigns and left behind this castle and two super magical scientific rings of power, and I do not remember ANY of it now.

This is the bit where that scene of Dirk ripping out Vriska’s soul comes from. He and Roxy are here for the fabled treasure as well - possibly the castle only appears/is accessible at certain specific times? And they don’t know the trolls are with Jake, so…clusterfuck, there.

Jake English and the Troll Queen

in which the big bad is reveeled

there’s trouble brewing in the countryside, idk, monsters or pirates or something that can be traced, after some investigative heroing, to the self-styled Her Imperial Condescension, still unfortunately at large

mostly this fic is Jake growing into leadering a little more but also addressing the question of that inbuilt loyalty Jade gave this generation of trolls, because really, that was Sketch - and in general, who are we as people defined by who we follow, what groups we ally ourselves with; is it birth or genetics or who raised us or the family we choose or…

i kinda think Dirk and Roxy are conducting concurrent but generally not overlapping investigations to Jake&Jane’s(+the trolls) (dirk and roxy having pretty neatly answered all the above questions years ago by choosing each other, but still being kind of insular about it, and need to relax just enough to trust other people)

in the end there’s some confrontation with the Condesce and she convinces ½-2/3 the trolls to join her bc, honestly, why shouldn’t they

Jake English and the Castle in the Lake

in which…okay, in this one bit of fic I implied her base was in the ocean but I totally had this title written somewhere, so what is the truth??

in the above linked scene, the trolls who stayed with Jake and Jane were Karkat, Terezi, Kanaya, Gamzee, and Feferi, but idk about that. If Feferi’s there, why isn’t Sollux? And, like, Aradia would probably have just fucked off in her own direction completely, given the chance…

our heroes are trying to sneak into HIC’s base and disable it, okay. that is the plot of this one. probably they have to find it first, which is tricky, and basically a D&D dungeon crawl, and that’s before Jane gets tiara’d. Which definitely happens climactically. and then everyone else gets captured, with the possible exception of Dirk, who probably gets beheaded instead. things do not look good for our heroes…

Jake English and the Lost Hero

in which we find out exactly what happened in the previous generation

maybe even alternating chapters, past/present?

what happened basically is that the first generation of trolls, the Ancestors, went absolutely batshit roughly as per homestuck canon. The Condesce, being OP, started just conquering land. She was stopped, eventually, mostly by the epic sacrifice of Rose and Dave. And John…except Rose and Dave’s bodies were found, and in a clusterfuck of inventions warping time and space and reality itself, John’s never was

Jade survived, of course. obviously.

John did, too, it is revealed. He was just disconnected from the time-space continuum, stuck popping up in random times and places, sometimes close to those he loved and sometimes not, mostly uncontrollable…

he’s appeared here and there throughout the stories, probably, a mysterious figure in blue who nearly has time to say something before dissolving into fizzing wind. Now he appears more frequently, and for longer periods as the story goes on, including just enough to help break Roxy and Jake out of prison. And whichever trolls were stubbornly sticking with them - if the Condesce wasn’t just mind-controlling all the reluctant ones…let’s be real, she was…lotta “I know you’re in there somewhere” fights here, probably

also, Vriska reveals herself to still be trying to help our heroes, because it is SO Vriska to try to double-cross Her fucking Imperious Condescension

this double-cross is revealed partly from her using Jake’s minioning safeword that he developed with Grandma Jade, way back when; meaning roughly “I don’t want to do this but I’m not sure I can stop”. It’s pumpkin, of course.

they revivify Dirk on the way out, and either stop in the Condesce’s lab to get sparkily distracted trying to pin John into reality or they make it back to Hellmurder Castle before doing that?

What am I saying. The Condesce is probably working on some spacetime-warping tech of her own, and Roxy, Dirk, and Jake use it to fully anchor John for the first time in…who knows, subjectively? It’s possible he stays behind to buy them time to run

Jake English and the Battle for the Green Sun

in which things come to a head

aka the Battle for Hellmurder Castle, and it’s mysterious and terrible power source

Jane and half or so of the trolls start out on the Condesce’s side, but if you thought there were good “I know you’re in there” fights before, just WAIT until Jake saves Jane with the power of friendship

ultimately, it’s alpha kids + Alternian trolls + dancestor-clanks VS Her Imperial Condescension

it’s close

it’s very close

I would have krilled for an H–EIR—ESS CHALLENGE X3 COMBO, ie, Jane, Feferi, and Meenah vs. the Condesce, so that happens

John maybe appears one last time-displaced time, for him before the events of Lost Hero, to deliver a well-timed hammer swing

I love Jake, but I’ll give Homestuck this one: Roxy getting the final blow with an ancestral Strider sword? Perfect.

in the denoument Jake awkwardly invites everyone to live in Hellmurder Castle, because he feels vaguely like he should stay and look after it, and of course he wants his chums around. Jane, Roxy, and Dirk are all like, “well, a real lab or seven would be amazing…but also…adventuring. Why don’t YOU come with US?” Jake is like, “oh JEEPERS yes!” The trolls and dancestors meanwhile talk out among themselves who genuinely wants to stay and who wants to go out adventuring, either with these idiots or just to make their own way

#homestuck #girl genius #jake english #jane crocker #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #hellmurder castle au #my fic #ficlet #ministro spei #virgine vitae #hs trolls #dancestors #latrone nihil #duce animi #random anon asks

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... The more I sit here and am allowed to think, the more pissed off and upset I get

Rant blog status reinstated!

So firstly, I’m not happy about getting kicked off campus. But social distancing shit, whatever I guess, whatcha gonna do.

But no. My fucking mother takes the goddamned fucking cake rn.

We got the email about being kicked off around 4 pm eastern time, Monday. My mother. This fucking woman. Calls me and insists I pack my stuff and get off campus by Tuesday morning. Packing is normally at least a few days ordeal, especially since I hate packing and it always stresses me out a bunch. But done in little spurts, okay I guess, more doable.

But noooo I have to get out by Tuesday. Fucking. Morning. And this woman actually has the gall, the fucking gall to halfheartedly suggest I start out Monday evening since I’ve gone nocturnal.

I tried to tell her there’s no fucking way, but she wouldn’t fucking listen. So she hangs up, and I go down the hall bc I desperately need a hug by this point, and she’s a sweetheart but the only roommate available is a gangly skinny girl and not the type of hugs I need. (really, boyfriend would be ideal, but at the time he was in Colorado visiting his sister). And I end up breaking down on huggin friend’s couch bc I hate packing, and I don’t feel like I can pack up a year’s worth of shit in about 12 hours.

Mom eventually calls me again, mostly just to tell me “yeah you need to pack up and get back tonight, your roommate can grab the 1-2 bins remaining.” And she refuses to listen to me saying “hey, it’s a solid 2 loads in my car, it’s not gonna be 1-2 bins” “But it fit all in your first car!” “My first car was a fuckin beast, literally the largest car in the lot freshman year. Fred is definitely shorter, definitely less trunk space, etc.” “Well Y can get the last few bins.” “It’s a lot of stuff!” “It won’t be that much” JUST FUCKING LISTEN YOU PIECE OF SHIT FFS

I was so stressed and crying that huggin friend stole my phone when I was texting my boyfriend, and had him call me so I could maybe stop crying. I miss my boy. Hearing him was good tho.

I’m packing up my stuff in the bathroom when I remember. I store my empty bins at my brother’s place (2 hrs north). I double check with him and call my mom back “I can’t leave tomorrow. It’s too much to pack, and some of my bins are at Brother’s.” Despite all this, despite me literally breaking down and crying on the phone, she refuses to listen, to give me an extra day, to bring half my stuff up to my brother’s (and therefore eliminate most of the need to have my roommate take my stuff) and grab my extra bins. Nope, gotta get out.

I was staring at my room, halfheartedly packing and trying to figure out, and just sobbing out loud. I thought remaining roommate was gone at dinner, otherwise I would have tried to be quiet. But she had gotten back without me noticing, and when she poked her head in, I couldn’t do it anymore and just kinda. Fell to the ground crying and apologizing. She’s a such a sweetheart and I feel bad for probably worrying her (and possibly waking her up in the middle of the night with packing noises)

I texted my roommate about this. She basically said, “Wtf, what she’s asking isn’t possible.”

Same thing from my boyfriend.

My mom kept texting me, asking how things were going, basically ignoring my subtle requests for more fucking time. At one point she said “Hang in there”. I sent a screenshot of that to my roommate and boyfriend and asked, “Is murder acceptable?” Roommate said a solid yes. Boyfriend offered to let me live with him. (cept 2 hour parking and I already got one ticket from that :P)

Mom texted around 10 pm, asking if things were fitting in the car. I wasn’t even remotely to the point of packing the car. I was basically at break number 2 of mandatory “sit down, have something to eat, and rehydrate after crying so damn much”. I think I had one bin completely done (out of what ended up being like. 6 bins? plus assorted bags n stuff) and was mostly done packing my clothes, but like. slow going. Especially when packing is stressful and you keep getting overwhelmed woot woot

I put off a fair number of things bc of panicking about time and simple emotional capability to do so. Sorting out my dishes, unlofting my bed, grabbing my band shit from the music hall across campus.

At some point in the night, I had to lay down, because my body decided “hey, you know what would be great right now? Period cramps, minus the blood.” Which, thank fuck minus the blood, but also it meant I had to spend a solid half hour/hour out of commission bc it hurt so damn much to walk around and try to pack. But I had to keep going, even though the pain came back when I stood up again.

Mom texted me at 7 am if I’m awake. I hadn’t slept.

We have housekeepers, and they got there around when I was finishing loading up. I stopped and chatted for a bit (nobody had told them what was going on), and nearly started crying again because it was just so damn shitty. Everything’s so damn shitty.

So I got on the road at about 8 am, and get to driving for a bit, but about 1.5 hours in I’m doing bad. I can barely keep focused, despite drinking probably half a bottle of Mt. Dew by this point, so I pull into a rest stop and text my mom “Hey, I forgot my shampoo/conditioner/toothbrush stuff, and also I don’t think I can get home safe.”

Does my mother tell me to take a nap in that rest stop? Nope Does she tell me to find a hotel or motel there and take a nap/sleep and try again tomorrow? Nope Does she tell me I can go back to school, sleep through the day, and try again tomorrow? Ha ha fucking ha.

Nope. She calls me, and proceeds to tell me to keep driving, and that she’s going to stay on the phone with me so I don’t fall asleep.

I yelled at her quite a few times, when she was being fucking stupid about all this shit. She had the fucking gall to be pissed that I pulled an all nighter, when that’s what was fucking necessary to meet her stupid fucking deadline.

At one point, I made a new driving playlist so hopefully it would keep me awake better while I wasn’t on the phone (being serenaded... awake? by the lovely voice of Tilian lel (lots of DGD and his solo work on that playlist. Also ATL. Fuck yeah ATL. anywho)). And right after I made that, she ended up calling me before I was driving yet, and I rejected it bc I really wanted to finish my text to the dear bf, and then I started driving, thinking she’d call me back and chew me out for ignoring her, but surprisingly nope. So I just jam out for a bit, and eventually start yelling at myself bc of dumb writing ideas (the original story rewrite... lol) and I end up texting my roommate (while driving... shh) “Hey, feel free to call me if you want to hear me ramble on about writing” So after a short phone call from mum where she hung up to let me drive through a city, roommate calls, and I end up spending the last few hours of my drive rambling at her and mutually bitching about the shitty situation this leaves us in.

When I get home, my dad (a doctor) is wearing a mask, apparently at my mother’s request. He also mentions that we probably shouldn’t be in the same room, according to her. I am also forced to strip everything and shower basically immediately. K, fine, I do so, Dad makes me dinner (despite Mom’s probable disapproval), and I stay awake just long enough to toss my laundry in the dryer. It was a close thing tho. I nearly fell asleep waiting for the washer to finish. And so I pass out at 8 pm central time (9 pm eastern)

Mom, during all this, has fucked off Up North to our cabin, my final destination.

Wednesday, Mom makes me leave our place in the Cities at 11 am to get up before weather gets worse and all that jazz. Once here, I’m allowed freedom for as long as it takes to help mother move shit so I can fit my car inside a garage, then I take the bare minimum inside (my electronics, stuff that would explode if frozen (like pop (and my Smirnoff Ices shh)), travel toothbrush I somehow have and hairbrush), and I’m immediately quarantined to my room and the bathroom down the hall.

So here I fucking am. Bored as shit and pissed the hell off

I needed more time. But no fucking way Mom was going to let that happen.

I could have gone up to my brother’s. But noooo I had to come all the fucking way home, only to be shoved in a room for two weeks.

I could have taken care of all/most of my shit by my fucking self (dishes are debatable, would need basically the whole apartment to sort those out), but nope, can’t take enough time to take a trip up to my brother’s apartment 2 hours away, no way.

Nope, instead I have to suffer a panic attack for basically 16 hours, then nearly kill myself driving, because I can’t stay one fucking day more, because I have to get my ass up here just to be basically shoved in a room and left alone for 2 goddamned weeks. Nope. Can’t fucking make sure that moving out, usually stressful on its own, is as calm as we can make it in these trying times. Nope. Gotta just fucking nearly kill the kiddo instead to comply with my stupid whims because I can’t fucking listen

I’m pissed.

Especially since I was almost 100% sure I was gonna block her everywhere and go full no contact with this bitch after college.

But now I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future! Yay! Can’t see that going badly!

(I’ve already texted the anonymemers to call me so I don’t go crazy and actually punch her. We’ll see how that goes. The desire has been kinda strong all afternoon.)

Fuck

This

Shit

#rant blog status: reinstated

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bigbrothermonopoly · 4 years

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EPISODE 3:

HOH: EVE

EVICTED: TAWNI 13-0

KORI:

Honestly, after recording this, it kinda shocks me how much was happening in House Chat... did they not have friends and family to spend the New Year's with instead of being drunk on Discord?

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JESS:

If I have to hear Chris say "And I ooop" ONE MORE FUCKING TIME. I SWEAR.

WILLIAM:

I can't say I am not nervous about Eve winning HoH for two reasons.... First off I know that there are no more major house targets so now alliances might start forming, and I just hope that I am a part of them, and secondly I don't think many people know where Eve's head is at and whoever she puts up will absolutely be a blindside

KRISTINE:

Oh my goodnessss Im so glad that Eve kept me safe this week. It really really sucks that I’m playing veto though... especially since Austin is up there as a nominee. I really think I should throw this Veto because I really need to keep my middle ground. I want to work with Eve for sure but Chris is just like pulling me into all this craziness with a big alliance and everything it’s really too much sometimes. I’m throwing this veto hard asf and this one BETTER not bounce back lmao. Anyways I hope this works out for me.

JESS:

The relationships in this game are definitely becoming super evident and transparent right now. From the top of my head I can name at least 4 sets of duos, budding friendships, and alliances. This what I think so far.... Gwen, Silence, and Austin are an alleged thing. How do I know: Will told me because Madison spilled it to him. (Brien hasn't told me yet and I'm sure Madison has told me so that is SUSSSSSSS) As a result of that... I know: Will and Madison are close which means Brien/Madison/Will should be close just by association through Madison. Madison has come to life so it wouldn't surprise me if she was friends with a majority of these boys because apparently that is her thing. Brien also seems to be spreading his social seed around so those two are kind of scary to me but as soon as I expose they are dating I think there will at least be some paranoia there and people will target them. Will was an idiot and shared his screen so my ass took a screenshot to see his alliances and I do know he has one called "Rws League" so I know he's at least withholding that info from me. SO SUSSSSS but also can't blame him for not sharing alliances with me? We will work on that though. Next up we have: Kristine, Chris, Brien, Emma, Emma How do I know: Brien spilled the beans last round. Do I think it's 100% a thing not really but I do think there is a chance it is a thing. The idea of this being a thing is soooo scary to me because this group has sooo many other outside connections. Brien has Madison because well they are dating. Kristine and Chris are close I think? Emma and Def have that Galore thing but who knows? (I honestly don't think the Galore thing is an actual factor in this game) Kristine has Eve and that whole duo thing fucking scares me because I think they could both run this game if they wanted to do so. Where do I fit into all of this? I have no idea. I don't have anything outside of my day 1 alliance of Kori/Emma/Eve/Mackenzie/Myself and the weird Brien and Madison one. I know I need to make more connections so people won't nominate me or if they do I'll have the votes and the connections to stay. I know Brien has hinted at wanting to make an alliance of 5 with myself, Eve, him, and Madison but he's really pushing for William as a fifth. Which I would be fine with IF I didn't know that he was already close with Madison. I don't like power imbalances not in my favour in alliances so... yikes. I feel a bit better about my position in the game right now. I do think I've at least gained some ground on people like William and Andrew. I want to trust Kori and work with him going forward but I'd be dumb to think he's not doing the same thing and planning for the future where the alliance implodes. I just feel like with Kori it is so hard for me right now to get him to give me info. I feel like I'm the one who constantly has to talk to him first, give him info first, and try to basically encourage him to TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS GAME and it is driving me insane. I'm trying not to be paranoid but that just scares me and shows me that just because I think I can trust someone it does not necessarily mean the feeling is mutual or at least it isn't at the same level of trust I have in them. This is probably paranoia all talking so don't mind me future episode reader.

CHRIS:

All right so I survived Potentially eve putting me up. I only assume that she would because her and Andrew seem very close. I know that I am on thin ice with some people however hopefully the nominations will stay the same and I won’t be back doored. If anyone in my alliance wins and they want to take down Austin, I might convince them to not and just shove all the votes on silence. If all the vote go on silence then Austin will still be here no matter what, which would then still have power trap, Jason’s book club, and underwood slongs are still intact. Soon this game will take off, and there will be no easy targets. When that happens I am hopeful all my appliances and the relationships I made or help me walk towards the end

KORI:

So, this kindof sucks? Like on one hand I'm glad Eve won HoH because I want her to raise her target so that she'll eventually take the fall, and because I know we're good and she won't be looking to nominate me or backdoor me for a solid while yet. Still not exactly a fan of how it went down since she did LITERALLY nothing in the challenge until the last hour. Mackenzie did all the work in my mind she should've probably won the challenge. The part that sucks is that she nominated Austin AND Silence, two of my Mandela Moncoles Alliance members, which means I can't actually win POV even if I'm capable of doing so. (Granted I'd have thrown even if she nominated one of them.) Because then I'd have to choose, that could expose things, yadda, yadda, yadda. I might come to regret throwing POV because it could lead to myself being backdoored. But I also am hoping the game I'm playing is like I don't know, not complete shit that I won't be in that kind of situation this early on. There's still some people where my relationship is pretty lacking and balancing that last challenge when I'm in 2 alliances was just a complete cluster-fuck, and here's hoping that if it IS Silence and Austin, that Silence is the one that goes. I feel like Austin is easier to manage, even if he's a little less active. Like Silence is ok, but we don't need more drunkeness and shit. Hopefully whoever goes my relation to Gwen and whoever stays remains UTR. Though the nomination situation might change post-veto. I'm also currently debating snagging the Utilities when I have enough money... I dunno, it just seems like it could be a good purchase for me, since I don't predict I'll be in a situation where I'll actually be able to get Boardwalk and Park Place. We'll see what my options are closer to the time.

ANDREW:

episode 3 why tf would chris come for me, he asked me to be his ally the other day like thats annoying af. he pissed me off "i see that william billed me. i now give myself permission to destroy him without feeling bad" mission accomplished i want to win this HoH so far im doing pretty good and im confident i can win if i keep it up the only thnig im worried about is i told my bf id hang out with him at like 7:30 but. might have to blow him off jk not ruining a relationship 4 this game but i hope i can win lmfao Chris pming mackenzie to get me out Ur ass is going up if i win mf Ur an idiot. I hate every man in this competition except brian and dem i like actually dont wanna try anymore these bitches are so fucking annoying like i will try but i dont fucking want to i hate kori and chris i hate chris so fucking much Eve is in first place and she hasnt done shit which is lowkey annoying af but its whatever For some reason i feel like Eve is going to do me dirty this week, I don’t know why i feel this way but I just do I see her as big af competition like probs my biggest, i hope she doesn’t see me in the same light because i don’t want her gunning for me@ Daily reminder I hate Chris I know it’s going to be a bitch to take him out of this game But i will go down trying Omg! Austin winning veto is fucking dope cuz i completely expected him to go home this week lmfao And i think he likes me still despite the whole chris thingy (i informed him what happened and how we will no longer be working together) EVE has informed me that there are sides slowly forming in this game, I tell her I'm scared bc I don't get much info, she tells me to stick with her and she'll have my back, so tht's what im going to do :heart: I trust her, the bitch is smart and people like her. her word seems genuine, she doesn't need to be making a deal with me, i have no power and she has all of it, so thats why im trusting her word rn

JESS:

Well time for a tipsy confessional. Guess what? People aka: Kristine think me, Gwen, and Tawni are close? That's fucking news to me. That kind of really bothers me because I don't get how she'd come to that conclusion.... which means someone on a call spread that to Kristine. Somehow. The only people on call with the 3 of us were Brien/William/Madison I think so rip,

AUSTIN:

So... I was nominated this week. But guess what? I won the mother fuckin’ power of veto and saved myself. Now Tawni is on the block next to Silence as Eve’s replacement nominee. I’m in an alliance with Silence so it would make sense to vote out Tawni. Most of the house wants Tawni out I believe so I’m pretty sure she is going home.

TAWNI:

I’m probably gone TAWNIToday at 5:11 AM Part of me wants to quit because I’m annoyed But I’m not a quitter At least physically leave the game quit I’ve just given up I physically feel sick TAWNIToday at 5:18 AM I wouldn’t be in this position If this was the time o was going to bed and not waking up everyday Or if I could be more active at work And this happening right after I’ve had to deal with the add contacts shit Like and everyone is mad at me because I have a bad taste for cheatham in my mouth when I have a valid reason to be mad at him but everyone sees it as I’m mad he voted me out But when have they heard me talk about the others that did Everyone in the community believes what they want to believe And right now I feel like I’m seen as the bad guy TAWNIToday at 5:29 AM But someone is saying I have connections in this game And I don’t I talk to Jess and brien Two votes won’t save me My fucking connections are in here And no one here can help me The worst part is the fact if anyone drafted me I like let them down. And like people have said before no one really cares about the draft like that but it’s like people had faith in me or at least hoped I’d win and I came up short. And on a comp I’m able to get a 12 on and I just couldn’t do it TAWNIToday at 6:23 AM I just don’t understand what I did Because eve saying it’s not personal doesn’t make sense. I’m not a physical threat. I haven’t come close to winning anything. I’m not a social threat clearly because no one wants to keep me where. And she said I was always going to be the renom???? And now I’m the target? And she’s mad at me for being upset?? I’m I just that big of an idiot that I don’t see her logic? And yes I’m still crying TAWNIToday at 6:34 AM It’s seriously taking everything in me to not go off in the house chat. I have so much anger and hurt built up inside of me right now. From getting out on TS and having everyone hate me to getting put on the list and not being able to defend myself not being able to defend someone I consider a friend after I got them put in that Situation and now because I don’t even know who started this thing about me having connections. I

MACKENZIE:

hiiii currently trying to decide who i’m gonna vote to evict hzjjzjzjz ummm hoping me or jess wins hoh next round ummm also kristine still scares me

GWEN:

Tawni will be going home. So much has gone down in the last few days. I was on VC with Silence and he didn't realize that Madison was on and mentioned an alliance with us and Austin. And now people think we're in an alliance with Dem. How that happened? I have no idea. Also, people think that the "Old ladies" of Tawni, Jess, and I are in an alliance. Not true. Soooo that is a good reason for Tawni to go home. I DON'T TRUST BRIEN THAT SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH...LOVE YOU Brien, but you gotta goooo dude.

JESS:

So I'm just here eating a bagel kind of hoping I choke on it because maybe it'll put me out of the misery that is this GAME. So much has happened this fucking round. First of all Kristine trying to paint me, Gwen, and Tawni as a trio... super cute. She couldn't be more wrong.This is the second time Kristine has been shady towards me so she needs to fucking go. She won't go for a bit because Eve thinks 'she has Kristine" but I don't so she needs to BOUNCE. I don't trust Tawni one bit. She's too emotional, she literally admitted to hating me for A YEAR for a past game move I don't even remember or the game.. Gwen is also just... way.too.much. So that is a big yikes. So Tawni has to go. She was going to go regardless because of her comment she made towards me about being mad at me for a year. So that had to go for me before jury started because nope. not listening to that all game. I'll let Eve think she's protecting me from others but I would have pushed Tawni to go because she has the MOST dirt on my gameplay in this game. So this all works out. HOWEVER, MY BOO ANDREW IS KEEPING STUFF FROM ME. I'm heart broken. LITERALLY HEART BROKEN. I'm hearing he knew about the alliance of Gwen, Austin, Silence, Dem but he didn't tell me. Now he's trying to pretend like he's hearing this shit for the first time and I'm just overrrrrr it. This is strike one for him. I know he's close to Austin. So that's probably why everyone knows about this alliance. Austin probably told Andrew and Chris. I think Chris told Brien who in turn told me.. and everyone else because he's... Brien. I've also found out that Chris/Kristine/Emma have recently played a game together so THANKS JACOB for casting them together. That there is also an alliance with Brien/Chris/Gwen which is cute. Will use this info later on. I just think there's way tooo many unknowns for me in this fucking game but I don't want to win next HOH because I would want to nominate fucking Kristine. She doesn't trust me and I don't trust her. I'd be so tempted to nominate Kristine/Austin just to shake shit up. But one could only dream and that'd be dumb. I'm so happy Mackenzie is starting to see through Eve's shit. I really hope she starts playing as her own player because I'd make her my #1 so fucking fast. I obviously can't agree with her straight up because she might go back to Eve but... Eve does treat her and me like we are her bitches. We HAD to give Eve the advantage, we HAVE to take out Tawni for Eve. I can't wait until people start seeing through her shit and she goes but not only I've secured myself in this game..

KORI:

So like legit, Tawni has CRACKED. She got really emotional on call with Gwen and Eve, she's apparently HARDCORE throwing Gwen under the bus. I'm just sitting here drinking my tea like: https://media2.giphy.com/media/3o7btLQZrOU4ssEew8/giphy.gif It looks reasonably likely that Tawni is going to go home as a result. What's interesting is that this week I feel like revealed a dynamic to me of Madison-Brien-Tawni-William, that I think I wasn't aware of before. I also just did a clutch maneuver towards what I believed to be peak Chaos, Me and Gwen went and bought the utilities. Ideally I'll be the one in control of how we use the Utilities no idea what the power is yet because we're so BROKE we can't even trade them to a single person to hold... so that's fun. I'm excited though because I feel like it's the first thing I've like DONE. Granted this probably removes any Chance I have of getting Boardwalk/Park Place. But I'm totally fine with that, the odds of me getting that whole set was low anyway, this one is at least obtainable and there's a chance that I might get some more of the lower properties too. Brien is honestly probably a snake though based on the conversations we've been having lately. But I'm not gonna look to make some giant waves. Like if I win HoH next week I'll probably nominate some combination of William, Dem, Andrew, and Madison. Just gotta see how this week goes first. (And actually win HoH next week. Probs won't happen... we'll have to wait and see.) In other news I just launched my ORG series Survivor Zenith YAS! It's stressful hosting an ORG but like I'm excited too, so here's hoping that goes well and that I'm still in this game when I finish hosting it.

EMMA:

shit is gonna be wild next week cant wait to make a confs and not be boring yeehaw

BRIEN:

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