#Mercedes Luna

[warblercore]

✨️assigning my glee faves a mlp:fim pony based on vibes✨️

tina - princess luna (of course she would go with the cool edgy pony princess come on now. she has a figurine collection ONLY containing princess luna merch)

kurt - rarity (he would LOVE her I know it to be true she is his favourite pony: element of generosity?? style icon??)

mercedes - applejack (I <3 them both so much - pony wiki says she is a brave, reliable, hardworking pony. yeah!!)

blaine - twilight sparkle (feels real and true to me. he defends her right to be an alicorn princess. wants a BBBFF (big brother best friend forever)

[elbiotipo]

An UNASUR spaceship passes through the dark side of the Moon. Under the shadow of Earth, there is no radio signal. Below, the dark expanse of basalt rock and silent craters. Above, a blizzard of infinite stars. Inside the ship, nothing but the hum of engines and computers calculating new orbits.

Solitude itself.

A tiny stereo speaker, brought by an astronaut from the lands at the end of the world, turns on, and an strong, melancholic voice lives again and forever, with a love that is felt through the centuries:

"Yo no le canto a la luna, porque alumbra nada más,

le canto porque ella sabe, de mi largo caminar,

le canto porque ella sabe, de mi largo caminar…

Ay lunita tucumana, tamborcito calchaquí,

compañera de los gauchos por la senda del Tafí…"

[softandorsweet]

just ~ if you haven’t listened to the podcast Unsolicited: Fatties Talk Back GO DO IT!!! it’s a group of Fat liberationist discussing everything fatness and anti-fatness. plus they all exist with multiple marginalizations, most hosts are queer and trans. it’s so brilliant i’ll never get over it!!!! god

[lyricallymnded]

honey (remix) // luna aura feat. softcult

[quinttyz]

‘’Ser, why do both the fisher knight and the night’s champion hide behind masks?’’

Hell ye officially on the road to making Julien my beloved. After returning to gran soren, Luna immediately made her way to the dungeon. Before Julien could say anything else, she slapped him then hugged him. He was shocked, but he could feel her tears soaking through his shirt.

“Pray my sentence allows me to see my fool hope come true.”

“…shut up.”

They then proceeded to eat pies in Julien’s cell lmao.

BONUS: also why tf does julien have an escort request immediately after getting sent to the gulag lmao? And he was fully decked out in his night champion’s armor!! Ok so hc that it was the duke’s way of shaming him? “Parade the fallen knight in all his tainted glory!!” type of vibe. Luna has his og shield so hc that the one he has is sort of a cheap, poor imitation. Again, another mockery :’))

When they passed through the fountain square, townsfolk jeered at Julien. They threw garbage and spat at his feet. Luna was about to stop them but Julien just looks at her with a sad smirk, “Dear arisen, let them be.” He saw her about to argue with him but she stops herself and sighs. Julien laughs; “What a cruel yet fortunate man I am, to have such a darling worry so much for me.”

They treated the escort quest as some sort of uh…unofficial first date out of Gran Soren hahahha. They always just walked around the gardens in the Duke’s castle so this was special

Meanwhile the pawns: 🧍🧍🧍 are we bothering them

[shegetsburned]

Smash or Pass (your choice from my ocs 🤍)

So let me do your three main babies with Luna; ♡

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 -> Sabrina

Her personality is everything. So caring and strong. She’d love that.

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 -> Calahan

A one time thing? This man is very hot but I feel like Luna would dislike his cockiness and idgaf attitude pretty quickly. Nevertheless, he’s attractive-

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 -> Mercedes

Again, she’s too full of herself for Luna. Not that it’s bad, but not her type. And she loves Mercy’s shenanigans with Jacob way too much to interfere.

[viennakarma]

Wreck my plans (that's my man)

Part 2 of Say Something

Lewis Hamilton x Reader | Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: Juggling a new life as a divorced woman, a toddler and maybe a new (old) love.

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: Female reader, new love, a kinda asshole Lewis, co-parenting relationship, smut, oral sex (f receiving), a lot of spanish pet names, not beta read

Relationships: Fernando Alonso x Reader, Ex!Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Notes: I know some of you wanted forgiveness for Lewis, and another bunch of you wanted Toto Wolff but I blindly opened the doc and these 4 thousand words just happened. If you really want an alternate ending (forgiving Lewis), drop something in my inbox and I might write a lil something for you ;)

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“Look, mama!” Luna pointed the little finger at the big poster of George Russell, “Uncle Joje!”

“Yep, that’s uncle George, my love!”

“And Dada! Dada!” She pointed to the next big poster, a big picture of Lewis wearing the team gear.

It was the first time you went back to a Grand Prix, in a little more than two years. And it was Luna’s first time ever attending. You and Lewis had a great co-parenting relationship, the world knew about Luna, but the Silverstone GP was going to be the first time she’d be seen publicly. You knew Lewis had hired the best security team just for this, and he had called you with a confident pep talk the night before.

As soon as the car stopped, you pulled Luna closer.

“Baby, stay close to mama, yes? We’re going to see Dada and Papa Anthony too, ok?”

Your daughter nodded but you knew she didn’t really understand, so you just smiled at her and opened the door. You could feel the flashes popping around the two of you, and could imagine everyone wondering what Lewis’ ex wife was doing there.

The bodyguards walked you and Luna over to the Mercedes’ hospitality. You found Lewis in the privacy of his little driver’s room.

“Dada!” Luna squealed as soon as she saw him, casual jeans and the team shirt.

You smiled, setting your little girl down so she could run to her father’s arms. Lewis smiled big, that one smile he only directed to his daughter. Lewis picked her up, kissing her face and hugging her.

“Hi, Lewis!” You greeted him with a side hug, since Luna was still in his arms.

“Hi, Y/N! Are you two ok? Was the trip here alright?” He asked, attentive.

“Yes, thank you. How is your schedule? You wanna stay with her a little?” You asked.

“Yes, I want to be with her. My dad’s at the hospitality too, he’s dying to see Luna.”

You gave him your daughter’s bag, with nappies, toys, drinks and snacks. You told him to call if needed, anything. Kissing your baby’s cheek, you left Lewis’ room to give them a little space and privacy.

Walking around aimlessly, seeing the energy flowing was kind of fun. You walked by Ferrari and greeted both drivers, who you had known back when you were married to Lewis. A good part of the grid had changed, but the few from before still recognised you and talked to you.

You were going back to Mercedes to check on Luna when you hit someone chest to chest.

“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” You whispered.

“Y/N” he greeted you. You met the gaze of beautiful brown eyes, in an almost green kind of shade.

“Fernando! Hi!” You finally recognized the spaniard.

You had met Fernando the same night you had met Lewis, introduced by Sebastian and his wife after you created the project for their family home.

“It’s good to see you,” Fernando said, still holding your shoulder.

“You too.”

“I’m sorry about the divorce.”

“Uh, don’t worry. It’s been a while, Lewis and I are friends now.”

Fernando nodded, his eyes on your face. You stared at his eyes, trying to find something to say, to fill in the awkward silence.

“You’re just as beautiful as ever,” he whispered almost in a daze. You felt the blush creeping up your face.

“Thank you, you look handsome too,” you said, and you phone started ringing, you checked to see it was Lewis calling, “sorry, I gotta go,”

“See you around?” Fernando asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around, Fernando.”

You started walking away feeling butterflies in your stomach, like a silly teenager. You were walking but as you looked back, Fernando was still there staring at your distancing figure.

Fernando never forgot your pretty smile. He had met you so long ago, in a party hosted by Sebastian and his wife. Fernando had been enchanted by you, by the way your presence lit up the room, by how smart you sounded, by how clever you were. The problem was Fernando had gotten to the party late, and when he arrived, you had already met Lewis, fully entranced by the British man's charisma.

Fernando still had a silly crush on you when you were dating Lewis and he saw you around, but after you got married, he had forced himself to move on.

Now it felt like some sort of miracle, bumping into you again.

He didn’t lose any time. As he went back to the Aston Martin garage, he called someone.

It was a couple of hours later and you were by the Mercedes garage chatting with Anthony and keeping an eye on Luna who was running around with George and Lewis, greeting engineers and mechanics, enchanting everyone with her charm.

Someone wearing green came into the garage and everyone stopped, looking at the intruder from the Aston Martin team. The Aston Martin lady handed you a big bouquet of lilies and excused herself.

Every single pair of eyes were set on you and the mysterious bouquet. With your face red, you pulled the card, opening.

“Glad to see you again, hermosa. - Fernando”

You smiled, covering your face. On the back of the card was a phone number.

“Who’s that from?” Lewis asked and suddenly everyone was silent, tension rising up.

“Lewis,” you said between gritted teeth, “you’re making a scene.” Lewis seemed to realize everyone had an eye on you two, so you just turned to Anthony and said, “can you keep an eye on Luna for a couple of minutes please?”

After confirmation, you walked inside, taking your bouquet with you, and putting the number on your phone.

“Who’s it from?” Lewis followed you inside.

“It’s none of your fucking business, Lewis.”

“It is because you’re the mother of my kid.”

“Which means the only topic concerning you is our kid!” You whispered angrily.

“You’re dating, now?”

“Fuck off, Lewis!” You exclaimed, a surge of anger coming through your chest, “Don’t come at me all high and mighty now. You cheated on me, and I still let you be close to my daughter, and I still treat you with respect! I kept the secret of why our marriage ended to save your reputation and we only have a good relationship for her sake!”

You knew the words struck a nerve because his chest was heaving. You had been respectful to Lewis ever since the pregnancy because you wanted your daughter to grow up in a safe and happy environment. But that was where you drew the line.

“My life doesn’t revolve around you anymore.”

Leaving Lewis behind, you went to a room in the hospitality and managed to send a thank you text to Fernando.

You ended up accepting going on a date with Fernando after a few weeks of calling and texting. He ended up going to your place in Edinburgh for a cozy dinner, in a week Luna had gone traveling with Lewis for the summer break.

After the divorce you faced a lot of backlash from Lewis’ fans, even if they didn’t know any details, they still blamed you for breaking their idol’s heart. A few man had flirted with you here and there, but pregnant for nine months and then raising a baby after, you didn’t have the time or energy to find romance. Dealing with the aftermath of your divorce with a world superstar athlete had been something else.

So you had been living a low profile life, one that Fernando fully respected. He and you opted for cooking dinner yourselves, preparing a pasta dish with lots of pomodoro sauce and cheese.

He was easy to talk to. So openly into you, complimenting you, talking about how pretty and how interesting you are. The Spanish charm was so real and delightful, after years of feeling rejected. 

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, over a glass of wine while Fernando mixed a saucepan.

“Anything.”

“Why are you interested in me?” You sounded honestly confused. 

You were a divorced woman, with a toddler, still trying to figure out the relationship you had with your ex, and living under the radar after having your face plastered all over the media. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was really into you or if it was some sort of vendetta against Lewis. You knew that despite them being on good terms now, there’s history between them, and many layers of rivalry you weren’t privy to, since it happened long before they met you.

“Is this to get back at Lewis in some way? Because I’d like to manage my expectations if that’s the case.”

He understood why you would be guarded and suspicious of his intentions. Your last relationship had imploded in a way that he could only imagine left you devastated. It must look off, a known rival of your ex-husband sweeping in and showing romantic interest. But Fernando didn’t mind showing you his true intentions as long as you allowed him.

Fernando turned the stove off, and walked around the kitchen island, standing in front of you, so close he was almost between your legs.

“It has nothing to do with him because I have always been interested in you,” he whispered like a secret, seeing you confused frown, he kept talking, “remember the night we met? Lewis left early, we went to the garden, and sat down by the fountain. We shared a bottle of wine and a cigarette. Just me and you watching the sun rise.”

“Fernando…” you whispered back, remembering. Of course you knew about that, but for so long your life was entangled to Lewis, that the memory of that night was only attached to him in your brain.

But that had happened. You and Fernando had talked late into the night, chatting about life and the future, sitting barefoot on the grass, passing a wine bottle between you. Fernando didn’t flirt with you that day, he just chatted.

At the time you were so infatuated with Lewis already, that you didn’t see what was right under your nose.

“And for years after that,” Fernando gulped, looking a bit guilty, “I wondered if I had gone to the party earlier, if I had met you first, wouldn’t it be me by your side?”

“You’ve been into me all these years?” You asked, shocked.

“I have been in love all these years.”

You held his face, pulling him into you, kissing him. He was shocked at first, but as soon as it wore off, his hand slipped around your waist, pulling you flush into him. With the other hand, he cradled your head by the nape, his lips leaving your mouth, to kiss down your neck and nip at your earlobe, which had you moaning softly, melting against him.

“I’m sorry, hermosa,” he apologized, taking a step back.

You were panting softly as he stared at you, red face and lips, hair a little disheveled from his hand.

“Fernando,” you stood up, holding his hand, “come back here.”

You pulled him back, pressing your lips into his. He held you close, flush against his chest, opening his lips and deepening the kiss. You felt hot all over.

“I have dreamed about this, diosa.” He moaned into your lips.

“Can we-” you muttered between kisses, “can we skip dinner?”

You turned around to go back to the living room, hearing Fernando hearty laugh, and he immediately hugged you from behind, kissing your shoulder and neck. Finally making it to the sofa, you sat down. Fernando just knelt in front of you, pushing your dress up.

“Dessert first, sí?”

Laughing, you nodded, kicking your panties after he pushed them down your legs. Fernando bit into your thighs, and you moaned at the feel of his beard on your skin. With his head between your thighs, he mouthed you, licking a stripe into your cunt. Using a hand to open you up, he lapped your pussy like a man starved, pressing face, nose and tongue into your wetness. You had gone so long without another person, that now you were mushy under his ministrations. He still couldn’t get enough, so he put one of your legs over his shoulder, diving deeper, tongue over your clit and finger entering your cunt.

“Fuck, Nando. Too good, too good,” you gripped his hair, grinding on his face. He curled his fingers up inside you, finding your g-spot, making you shake, “I’m so close, baby. So, so close.”

He latched on to your clit, and you came hard, shaking, hips pressing into his face as you tried to come down. You were panting, breathless, as you came down from your high. Fernando stood up, sitting by your side, kissing you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and he held you.

You cupped the bulge in his pants, and he kept kissing you face gently, holding you in his arms like he wanted to never let go.

“We should take this to the bedroom,” he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps arise in your skin.

You two stumbled to the bedroom, laughing as you pulled each piece of clothing off, tossing them to the floor. You were fully naked by the time the door closed behind you in the bedroom.

You didn’t actually lay in the bed, since Fernando made you keep one foot on the floor and pushed your other leg on the mattress, leaving you open for him.

“Dios, I want to keep you in this bed for days until I have tasted all of you, cariño,” he said, running a calloused hand up and down from your back all the way to your butt, pressing his fingers over your cheeks, making you moan.

“Nando, please fuck me, just- I need you, please,” you begged, feeling the way he lined his cock to tease your entrance but not actually putting in, just coating himself with your wetness.

Then finally, he pushed inside, slowly, your walls pulling him in a perfect tight grip. The two of you cursed as you adapted to the feel of him inside, of having someone fucking you for the first time in years.

Fernando started fucking you softly, and you let him manhandle you as he pulled you back to stand up, your back against his chest, one of his hands snaking around your middle to keep him pressed to your backside and the other hand cradled your face by the jaw, forcing you to look ahead.

“Mírate, cariño (look at you, dear)” he whispered, making you face ahead, finding the full length mirror on the other side of the room, you could see perfectly, Fernando fucking you from behind, his sweaty face above your shoulder, your tits bouncing with each snap of his hips and his hands claiming your body like you were a fucking masterpiece, “you look so pretty taking my cock.”

You looked at the mirror, his hand keeping you up like a toy and he started pounding into you, and you could only moan his name as you felt the orgasm buildup, you threw your hand back, holding his head and pulling his hair and your other hand down to your clit as his thrusts became harder and slower. You felt yourself clench around him, coming hard as he whispered in your ear.

“Oh, you feel so good, hermosa. I bet it feels so good coming around my cock does it not?” He talked you through your high.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me. Please, baby.” You moaned and that did it for him, and you had him cumming with a couple of sloppy thrusts.

You two fell on the bed, breathless.

“Goddamn, Nano, you’re going to ruin my life,” You whispered.

“I’m happy to be of service,” he joked and you ended up laughing out loud, him accompanying you with a few giggles.

You two showered, and then dressed in robes, ate dinner on the living room floor, sharing the wine straight from the bottle just like the first time you met. 

After talking for what felt like hours, he took you back to bed, feasting on your cunt until he pulled two more orgasms from you, and then fucking you slowly. Mouth on your nipples and a hand keeping your hips high as he fucked into you. You held onto him for dear life, fingers tangled on his soft hair and kissed him whenever he gave you the opportunity. He worshiped your body like you were the only woman to ever exist, intense eye contact and praising you every step of the way.

The next morning you woke up naked, spent and happy. You barely had the time to feel Nando’s absence in your bed when he entered the room, carrying a big tray with breakfast.

“¡Buenos días!” He greeted you with a peck and set the tray in front of you. There was coffee, juice, toast and cheese.

“Buenos días, baby” you said, lazily taking a sip of coffee, “this is nice. I’ve never been surprised with breakfast in bed before.”

“You deserve it, you took me so well last night, hermosa.” He kissed you quickly again, and you blushed because of his words.

You kept eating when he went to the opposite side of the room to take a phone call. You spoke intermediate Spanish because of work, but you didn’t pry in his conversation, instead focusing on recharging your energies.

“Duty calls?” You asked as he came back. He only nodded, which made you a little sad, “well, I was going to ask you to stay the weekend, but I understand you’re busy.”

“I’ll cancel my plans.” He shrugged.

“No, no, you don’t have to.” You said quickly, feeling guilty for messing with his schedule.

“Do you want me to spend the weekend?” He asked softly. And you just nodded, not wanting to be the cause of him getting in trouble with work. “Then I’ll spend the weekend.”

He immediately got into a phone call again, and from what you could gather, he was rescheduling his commitments for the next week.

“Why did you do that?” You reprimanded him, but deep down you were kinda giddy because he was going to stay the weekend.

“You’re a priority, not a second thought.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. “Besides, I’ll never say no to spending more time with you, cariño.”

Throughout the next six months, you and Nando kept in touch and met here and there whenever Lewis had Luna over. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend when you spent a week with him in a secluded villa close to the beach in Spain. It’s not that you didn’t want Fernando to meet Luna, but you two were still figuring out your relationship and you didn’t want to introduce them and in case he ended up not sticking around for the long run.

“Are you sure?” You asked him suddenly one night when you two were cuddling on the balcony, staring at each other and at the sky.

“Sure of what?”

“Are you sure you wanna be with me, Fernando?” You asked absentmindedly, running your palm up and down his back.

“Yes, I am sure.”

“Why, though? I come with a kid and a lot of baggage?” As you said the words, Fernando pulled your hand and kissed your palm, putting it against his cheek, looking into your eyes.

“Because I want you.”

“Even with all the complications? Even if we never find a way to go public?”

“I don’t mind if I have to spend the rest of our lives reassuring you. I’m with you because I want you, simple as that” he said with his serious voice and thick accent, as a lump stuck on your throat, “I’m not with you because of what you look like by my side or what you can do for me. I’m with you because I love you.”

Your tears fell down and Fernando caught them with his lips, kissing your cheeks and tears away. It was so good and so safe, you never wanted to leave his side.

“The rest of our lives, eh?” You giggled, “I’m not gonna lie, I like the sound of that.”

“Bueno. I like the sound of that too.”

“Gracias, Nano. Yo te amo y te deseo también. (Thank you, Nano. I love you and I desire you too)”

“Wait-” he pushed himself up, “you speak Spanish?”

“Sí, lo hablo. (Yes, I do)” You laughed out loud at his dumbfounded face, and he held your wrists up above your head.

“Todo este tiempo hablaste español? (All this time you spoke spanish?)” He clicked his tongue, “eres tan mala y te voy a castigar. (You're so bad and I'm gonna punish you)”

You squealed as he carried you back inside, tossing you on the bed.

Eventually, you made up your mind about telling Lewis. Not because he had to know, but from a standpoint that he should know for the sake of Luna. So you stopped him one day when he came to drop off Luna.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” You asked after greeting your baby, “Luna, why don’t you take your new toys inside while Mommy and Daddy chat a little?” You watched your girl run inside, “Careful! The porch is slippery!”

“What happened?” Lewis asked, putting both hands on his pockets.

“I’m seeing someone.”

Your words made his stomach drop. The dreaded day had come. Lewis had noticed how you looked happier and healthier than before, how you were wearing more makeup and pretty stylish clothes. The other day you had a mysterious tan on your body when he came to drop Luna off, way too strong tan for Scotland, anyway.

You are one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, he found it a miracle it took you so long to find someone. Maybe deep down Lewis thought you two could mend your relationship.

“Who?” Was all he said.

“Fernando.”

“Fernando?” He frowned, “who’s Fernando?”

“Alonso.” You bit your lip, waiting for an explosive reaction, but Lewis went silent, thinking.

“I can’t believe this. He’s just using you to target me, can’t you see?”

“So that’s all you see me as? An object? A ploy crafted to only be used for you or against you?” You asked, crossing your arms defensively.

“That’s not what I mean! He’s- he’s evil, you know that!” Lewis bared his teeth, getting angrier by the second.

“I don’t. That’s not how he is to me.” You shrugged.

“Do you have any idea how messy this will look when it comes out? Are you ready to face the consequences of this stupid adventure to get back at me?”

His words made you raise your walls, defensive, that sounded dangerously like a threat. You remained collected, because if Lewis wanted to go low, then you’d go lower.

“I’ll let this one slide, but it sounded dangerously close to a fucking threat,” you started, your voice so cold it sent shivers up his spine, “This had nothing to do with you. Nothing. But if this information leaks, I’ll know who did it. And if you do this to damage my image to the world or try and force my hand into leaving him, then everyone will finally know why we divorced, and how the other woman kept harassing me while I was pregnant!”

“What?” His expression dropped. 

He didn’t know because you didn’t tell him, because after a few months of mockery and threats through texts, you changed your number and it stopped. You still had the screenshots though.

“Luna will always be my greatest priority, and I love my baby girl. But my life has revolved around hers ever since I was pregnant, and before that my life revolved around you,” you felt a lump in your throat, eyes watering, “can I have this one thing for me? Is it selfish wanting to be loved?”

“I do. I love you.” He said, his voice wavering too.

“No, you don’t.” You shook your head, “you loved the idea of someone living solely for you. You loved that I was there during the good and the bad, picking up the pieces when you were down and popping the champagne when you were up. You loved that I loved you.”

You looked back, where Luna was calling you from the door.

“I am with Fernando now, and as Luna’s parents, I just didn't want you to be blindsided,” you turned around but looked at him over your shoulder, “don’t go ruining my future a second time.”

He flinched before your words. You knew it would cut deep, but you were tired of that conversation and his entitlement to your life and decisions.

A few weeks later, you introduced Luna to Fernando, and to your surprise, they got along so well. Probably because he bought her a lot of presents. She liked his presence most of the times, despite feeling jealous sometimes when he hugged you or kissed your cheeks.

When you and Fernando made it to a one year anniversary, you two adopted a kitten who had been abandoned by the road. Luna fell immediately in love with the pet, which found home with you. For Christmas, Nando’s gift to Luna was to install a swing and a see-saw on the garden, which ultimately made her completely enchanted by him, asking him to play all the time whenever they were at your place at the same time.

You were sitting on his lap while Luna played with the cat, throwing toys around.

“How would you feel about a baby?” You asked him. He straightened up, searching your eyes.

“Are you pregnant?” He sounded shocked.

“Of course not, tonto! (silly)” You giggled, “I’m just- mulling over the idea, wanting your opinion, you know.”

“Yes, I want more kids if you want too,” he said honestly, his hand softly caressing the side of your hip.

“Mhm,” you nuzzled into his neck.

“Your question came with good timing, you know, I have been thinking,” he mumbled, thinking, “Do you want me to retire?”

“What? Are you insane? You love racing, it’s like- it’s in your blood! You know I do-”

“That’s not what I asked,” Fernando interrupted you, “I asked if you want me to retire? We could move in together, spend more time together, I could move here.”

“You’d drop your sunny and warm Spain for Scotland?” Your voice was laced with doubt.

“I’d drop anything for you, don’t you see?” He lowered his voice, closer to your ear, “besides, we could always go back and forth here and Spain. I’d do it if it means I get to make love to you every day, and wake up by your side every morning.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were deep red.

“You love it.”

“That I do.”

“That sounds tempting but I could never ask you to stop racing, it’s literally your favorite thing!”

“You are my favorite thing.”

“Fernando…” you whined and he laughed.

“Ok, let’s meet in the middle, sí?” He proposed, kissing your cheek, “if you get pregnant, I drop everything. Meanwhile, we let things run their course as it is, ok?”

“That’s perfect, mi amor” You laid back on his chest, watching Luna playing.

Headcanons | Another universe…

[hungriestheidi]

If you haven't been keeping up with F1 Academy's secondary venture, Discover Your Drive, this weekend was the first round of the Champions of the Future Academy, a karting series with three categories (mini 60, OK-N Junior and OK-N Senior).

In two of them, Junior & Senior, female drivers resulted as winners. Ella Hakkinen (yes, that Hakkinen) won -after a penalty for the original winning driver- in Junior and Luna Fluxa (Mercedes Junior Driver) won in the Senior category AND she is leading the championship.

It's a great weekend for the future of motorsport!

[janksfatass]

Pt. 1

Warnings: Tumultuous marriage, nothing spicy… yet.

Word Count: 1700

F!Reader x OC, F!Reader x Jake

Plot: Reader is in a loveless marriage and attends a charity event at a mansion for her husband’s new job. She decides to explore and ends up meeting the owner of the home. He then takes her on his own tour. Was she getting in over her head?

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!”

You sit up from fastening your heel and take a deep breath before responding, “I’m coming down now!” You grab your clutch off the bed and take one last look in the mirror to preen and check for any imperfections.

Tonight was some sort of charity ball that your husband was invited to by his coworkers at a new consulting firm. You had met Steven in college and from the beginning your relationship was never built on passion or love but rather logic. He was smart, getting a degree in something admirable and not to mention easy on the eyes. After graduation you had the picture perfect wedding and bought a house with the proverbial white picket fence. That was a year ago. Now your days mostly consist of going running your boutique and coming home to make dinner (which you more often than not eat alone). Then winding down with a glass or two of wine and your trusty rose. Sex wasn’t really a component of your marriage anymore. With Steven’s long hours you hardly spent any time together at all and when you did it was mostly spent screaming at each other. This isn’t the life you had pictured for yourself at 25 but it is what it is.

You make your way down the steps and there is Steven waiting for you in his all black suit with a silver mask covering half of his face.

“Let’s go, we're already late.” He grabs your arm and practically drags you out to the car that’s been waiting on you. You wince at his touch, “Why is it so important that we’re exactly on time anyways? Isn’t it just a party?”

“It’s not just a party, it's THE party. Everyone important will be there and it’s a prime opportunity to network, you couldn’t possibly understand.”

“Ok then…” you climb into the car and place your clutch in your lap.

The ride there was uncomfortably silent but not unusual. Steven pulls onto a side road that leads up a mountain. The road begins as gravel and then becomes paved about halfway up. At the very top sits a large white brick mansion with black trim. The mass of a driveway is lined with Bentleys, McLarens and the like, meanwhile you’re sitting in a 5 year old Mercedes C class.

“Who’s house is this?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about it, come on.” He grabs your hand and leads you out of the car up to the double doors which are being guarded by a large bald man.

“Password?”

“Luna.” Steven replies in a semi hushed tone.

The man opens the doors and you both walk inside. You’re greeted by a massive foyer with a double staircase that looks like it belongs in a vampiric film. The interior of the home almost takes your breath away. Charcoal walls, black marble floors, silver accents adorning the room and crystal chandeliers half the size of your car hanging over your head.

Soft jazz is coming from a room nearby. You follow Steven to the ballroom where you see about 200 people. Some standing in groups talking and some gliding with one another across the floors.

You turn to Steven,“Can we get a drink?”

“You go ahead I’ll be over here.”

You roll your eyes and make your way to the bar. You greet the bartender, “Hi, can I get a glass of champagne please?” He acknowledges your order and you turn around to scope the room. Middle aged men and their too young wives. Decrepit Vanderbilt types that resemble walking corpses. The amount of money in this room could probably end poverty for the whole country. Doctors, lawyers, philanthropists, businessmen, and a few that you wouldn’t be shocked if they were involved with organized crime, all mingling amongst each other.

You finish your drink and spot your husband across the room and walk over to him. He continues his conversation as though you weren’t even there, not even taking a moment to introduce you. After 20 minutes of conversations about new businesses and architecture, you grow increasingly bored.

“If you’ll excuse me.” You give the group a polite smile and nod then go back into the foyer to ask the doorman where the bathroom is.

“Up the stairs, to the left and then it’s the first door on your right.”

You walk up the staircase and enter the bathroom. You’re immediately drawn to the giant mirror encased in an ornate frame of delicately carved flowers and foliage. Jesus this guy is ridiculous. As you sit, you look around and your mind starts to drift thinking about what kind of man would have a home this extravagant. ‘He probably has a trophy wife with big fake tits and a bbl. Maids and chefs to do all the work while she sits and looks pretty. What a fucking dream.’ You finish up and wash your hands. When you re enter the hallway you decide to explore a little. Steve won’t even notice you’re gone honestly.

You begin to peek into the rooms down the hall, noting the spacious bedrooms and also a theater room. What really grabs your attention is the study. You step into the room and the walls are top to bottom shelves filled with books. You notice a few familiar names, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, The Alchemist, etc. You walk around the desk and see out on the balcony there’s a small seating area and a large telescope pointed at the sky. You step outside and begin looking through it, searching for constellations.

“Lovely night isn’t it?” You jump at the raspy voice coming from behind you and quickly spin around.

“Y-yea it is. It’s very clear tonight. Not a cloud in the sky.” Your throat is dry as you eye up the man.

He’s small in stature but appears fairly sturdy nonetheless. The top half of his face is covered with a black mask but you can see a neatly trimmed mustache sitting above his heart shaped lips. His long hair pulled back into a bun. Very well dressed. Donning a gray suit. He has on black button down with what appears to be only the bottom two buttons secured, revealing a smooth chest that he’s decorated with a few necklaces that hold coin pendants. He has an Italian leather belt around his waist that matches the loafers on his feet.

“This is my second favorite room in my home. Especially on nights like tonight.”

“This house is YOURS?!” You choke out.

“You seem surprised. Why?”

“I guess I expected an old crusty bastard to live in something like this. Something so… over the top.”

“Well that’s one thing about me. I tend to have a habit of enjoying the more lavish things this life has to offer.” He takes a sip of what appears to be whiskey in his glass.

“I can see that… You said this is your second favorite room. What is your favorite?”

“I could tell you.. but I think I’d rather show you. Would you like a tour?” He asks and you notice he’s now returning the favor of eyeing you up and down. Seemingly taking a few extra moments on your curves and specifically the neckline of your dress that cuts just below your sternum.

He extends an arm towards you. You look down at his hand as you reach for it. The voice in your head is screaming at you. Telling you that you shouldn’t go with this stranger but there’s something about him. Something Alluring... Dangerous... Sinful even. ‘Fuck it.’ You place your hand in his and instantly electricity shoots through you. It feels as though you’ve just sealed a deal with the devil himself.

He walks you through the maze that is his home, showing you a billiard room with a bar, an indoor pool, his office space, numerous guest rooms and finally, the master bedroom. Each space was decorated in a way that you’ve come to realize is very on par with his personality. Dark and luxurious. His bedroom was no exception.

He lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around you with his hand resting on your lower back. His thumb gently strokes your exposed skin. He guides you through the doorway and flicks the light switch. The room illuminates in a red glow. In the center of the room sits a four post bed with an extravagant wrought iron headboard. You notice above the bed, there’s a circular mirror on the ceiling. ‘Strange.’

“Why is there a mirror up there?” You question innocently.

“Why do you think there’s a mirror up there?” He gives you a look that immediately connects the dots in your brain and you feel your cheeks begin to flush.

“Oh right... Naturally. Okay.” You feel your throat becoming dry once again.

“Well go on, take a look around.”

You follow his instructions and begin to explore the huge room. Another bookcase that reaches the ceiling. His closet could be another bedroom in itself, filled with designer suits and Italian shoes, silk ties and rows of shirts. The bathroom contains a freestanding tub that could probably hold 4 people and the shower about 8.

“Wow. This is absolutely…” You stop yourself as your eye catches an… elevator? You walk over to it and look at him. “Where does this go?”

“The basement.” He replies matter of factly.

“What’s down there?”

“Would you like to see?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Tell me what it is first. Is it like a dungeon or something?” You laugh.

“Well…”

Your laugh instantly ceases.

He smirks at you, watching the wheels begin to spin in your head. He can tell he’s piqued your curiosity.

“Well? Well what? Is it a dungeon or not?”

“Why don’t I show you and you can be the judge of that.”

You stop for a moment to think of what awaits you. “As long as you promise not to murder me.”

“Cross my heart, hope to die.”

‘If I die, I die.’

He takes your hand again as the elevator dings and opens. The inside is wall to wall mirrors. You notice there’s only two buttons. One for his bedroom and one for wherever he’s taking you.

[felsicveins]

Otto's mom's name!!!!!

[mbappebby]

Legacy || Seven

Jude Bellingham x Luna Hamilton (OC)

Summary: Luna gets in a bad crash, Jude isn’t there and starts to fear for the worst..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Luna get into the a bad crash while Jude is watching with the England squad and he gets worried as he isn’t there in the paddock. Also, by anonymous: Hey! Can you do one where Luna gets into a pretty bad crash and Jude gets all worried as he’s watching as he isn’t at the track, Lewis eventually calls him to tell him that you will be alright x

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“You going to watch the Grand Prix today, bro?” Trent asked as they were walking back inside after training. “Is that even a question?” Jude replied. “I’ll be there too!” Reece said.

“What you guys going to watch?” Marcus asked. “The Italian Grand Prix” Trent told him. “Awh, Jude is supporting his girlfriend” Jadon teased. “Shut up man” Jude mumbled.

“Where is she starting?” Declan asked as most of the boys were in the chill out room now. “P2, Lewis in front and Max behind” Jude added as they all their eyes to the TV.

“Luna, P2 start today. Hoping to keep that position or maybe even go for the win?”

“I’m hoping too, need to beat my dad but hopefully. But you know, starting front row is always amazing so just want to keep that position or maybe go for the win”

“Thank you Lu, good luck today!”

“Thank you!”

“Have you met Lewis?” Trent asked. “Yeah, multiple times” Jude replied. “Bro, imagining have Lewis Hamilton as a father in law” Mason added.

“Jude doesn’t have to imagine it” Marcus said. “That’s crazy, don’t break her heart or you will be dead within seconds” Jesse added.

“All the drivers to be after you” Bukayo said. “I already know, they all gave me a talk when I went to a race not long ago” Jude told them as the race had started.

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“—Oh oh, that’s an awful crash there, Luna Hamilton is still in that car that is upside down..”

“It’s obvious a red flag but my gosh, that was awful to watch. She couldn’t go anywhere, she was pushed and her car flipped over a few times and still flipped over now..”

“We will tell you information when we get it, let’s just all pray that Luna is okay”

LH44: “Please, tell me that she is alright..”

GR63: “Is she okay?!”

CL16: “That’s a big one guys, is she okay?”

MV1: “That was Lu, right? Is she alright?!”

LN4: “Please tell me she’s okay..”

SV5: “Is Lu okay?!”

“All the drivers are desperate to know if Luna is alright as all the radio messages come in, I wouldn't be able to describe to you how Lewis is feeling after seeing his daughter crash like that.."

Cameras panned onto Lewis who has his face his hands, a lot of the Mercedes team was trying to comfort him.

Lewis pushed passed the cameras and made his way to the Mclaren garage. The team gave him a faint smiles and patted his shoulders. “Any information?” Lewis asked.

“Her radio was damage, can’t get anything out of her” His daughter’s race engineer said as Lewis kept looking at the screens.

Soon enough everyone was back in the pit lane and hoping that they would get information on Luna soon. All the boys thought her as a younger sister, they couldn’t lose her like this…

Lewis couldn’t lose his daughter like this either..

The cheers from the crowd made all the boys look up to the screens, Luna was out of the car and hopping on one leg over to the ambulance.

Luna gave the camera a thumbs up before the ambulance doors were closed behind her. Lewis let out a sigh of relief as quite of a lot of the drivers came over and hugged him.

“Luna giving a camera a thumbs up there, I think all of us can breathe now knowing that she is okay. A lot of the drivers there, coming over to hug Lewis…how he has stayed this calm watching his daughter crash I won’t know”

“We give you the best of recovery Luna, we will hopefully see you back in the car soon. For now, we are all just so glad you are okay!”

~~

All the boys were shocked when they seen the crash, Jude was just staring at the TV hoping that he was see his girlfriend out of the car, but he hasn’t seen anything yet.

“She will be alright” Trent said. “How do you know that, man?!” Jude exclaimed as he walked out of the room. “I’ll go and check on him” Reece added as he left to follow Jude.

“I can’t imagine how Lewis must be feeling” Marcus said. “He’s has to get back in the car after his daughter crashed like that..” Mason added.

“How anyone of them can get back in the car after crashes like these happen I won’t know” Declan said. “They may cancel the race” Bukayo added.

After some time Jude and Reece came back into the room. Just in time, as on the screen Luna was out of the car and hopping her way to the ambulance.

She gave the camera a thumbs up before the doors or the ambulance closed. “Thank God..” Jude mumbled with a faint smile on his face.

“You can breathe now, she’s okay” Trent added as he gave the younger boy a squeeze on his shoulder. “Lewis is getting back in the car, after that?” Jadon asked.

“Lu would kill him, knowing she was the reason he didn’t continue the race. Lewis will win this for her, I’m telling you know” Jude said. “I’m sure he will, then he will most likely phone you when he gets any more information on Lu” Marcus added.

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lewishamilton: Today just shows all the dangers that come within the sport, knowing you have to you get back into the car after a crash like that happened. For me to get back in that car, knowing that it was daughter that crashed hit me was an unforgettable feeling. I didn’t want to go back out and race, but I knew that Lu would of killed me if I didn’t. That win was for her today. As a parent, you always want to know that your children are okay and safe. I didn’t know that today and it was a feeling I can’t explain..

An update on Lu, she is doing great and thanks everyone for all the kind and supporting messages she has received. She needs to stay in the hospital over night but should be out tomorrow. The only damage is that she has broken her leg, meaning she will be out for a few races but she will be back better than ever. We are going to take so time off social media, but thank you again for all the messages. See you all soon❤️🙏🏾

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lewishamilton limited his comments

judebellingham ❤️🙏🏾

lewishamilton I’ll call you later, she’s all okay you can breathe❤️

valtteribottas Happy your okay Lu!

k.mbappe Glad she’s okay man❤️

marcusrashford Thank God🙏🏾❤️

mclaren Thank you for the update Lewis!

charles_leclerc Lu, glad your okay sis

neymarjr 🙏🏾❤️

landonorris Thanks Lewis, happy your okay Lu!

georgerussell63 Happy she’s okay man❤️

maxverstappen1 Glad your alright, Lu!

danielricciardo Can’t imagine what you must have been feeling, glad she’s alright man!❤️

mercedesamgf1 Happy your okay lil Hamilton!

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“You scared the shit out of me, Lu” Jude said. “I’m sorry babe, I’m okay I promise I only broke my leg which won’t take long to recover” Luna said.

“I know, but still you scared me so much. I felt helpless as I couldn’t do anything” Jude added. “Oh, J. I don’t need to feel like that, I’m here ain’t I?” Luna replied.

“I know, go to sleep now and relax” Jude added. “I will, dad will text you in the morning. I love you, J” Luna said. “Okay, love you too Lu” Jude added.

She was okay.

[liamlawsonlesbian]

F1A is really fun, and I think can be beneficial to the future of women in racing, especially if it promotes racing as a viable career for women/if women follow in Marta’s footsteps by using it as a stepping stone to higher level competition/if it helps women gain sponsors & access to team infrastructure they would otherwise be denied.

(It also could potentially be a problem if women get shunted to F1A when they could be competing at a higher level, but I don’t want to borrow trouble.)

One thing I’m not sure I’ve seen anyone point out, though, is there are currently two F1 teams that have signed girls in karting to their junior teams: Mercedes (Luna Fluxa) and Williams (Sara Matsui). This seems to signal a real belief in a future where women have more prominence in motorsport generally and F1 in particular.

[dalekofchaos]

WWE Women deserve better and so do the women legends

In a show celebrating 30 years of RAW, WWE decided to snub the countless women made this show what it is now.  WWE really said they'll be historically accurate and be terrible to women. No meaningful segments involving female legends. Cutting an advertised/highly-anticipated match. And a most random match-up.

The women legends always seem to be left off these Raw celebrations and Legends Nights.

WWE once again let the women down last night. They took away a highly anticipated steel cage match between Becky Lynch and Bayley but kept pointless poker segments and the US title match went on for too long. A disgrace.

Where the fuck was this last night?

Why were the women legends in fucking cameo roles???? Where was Lita? Where was Trish? Where was Mickie? Where was Victoria? Where was Maryse? Laycool?? Candice Michelle? Kelly Kelly? Alicia Fox? Molly Holly? Jacqueline? Ivory? Melina? Eve Torres? Where was Beth Phoenix? Where were the fucking Bellas? So not only do we NOT get to fucking see Becky vs Bayley, we can't even get to see the legends or ANY LICK OF FUCKING RESPECT BEING SHOWN? THIS IS COMPLETE AND TOTAL WHORESHIT

Not even a moment to dedicate to the ones not there anymore, no mention of Chyna or Luna Vachon

Not even a moment to celebrate the women's revolution “But Mercedes and Saraya and AJ aren't with the company” YOU OWN THE FOOTAGE, STOP BEING FUCKING CHICKENSHIT AND JUST CELEBRATE WHAT THEY DID WHILE THEY WORKED FOR YOU, INSTEAD YA'LL DIDN' T DO FUCKING SHIT.

OH BUT THEY HAD THE FUCKING TIME FOR HOGAN STINKING UP THE JOINT, SEX PEST FLAIR AND THE 100TH FUCKING DX REUNION. 

They had more focus on the SMACKDOWN Women's Champion than Raw's Women's Champion. Bianca Belair should be the MAIN focus on Monday Night Raw PERIOD. she's the only world champion on the brand and they couldn't dedicate ONE FUCKING MINUTE to her feud with Alexa ..... WHERE THE FUCK WAS ALEXA LAST NIGHT?

Instead of the beat down in the cage, instead we could've got Becky being attacked in the ring when Lita, Trish and The Bellas come to her aid and fight off Damage CTRL. But instead, no women legends and a fucking bait and switch because Hunter didn't want to book Becky vs Bayley as the main event or as a match at all.

WWE sent a message last night. We don't give a shit about our women's division anymore, we don't give a shit about past, present or future. Fuck women wrestling and fuck the fans

The Bellas rightfully called out this shit last night

#wwewomendeservebetter

[quinttyz]

Travels with the Arisen 4: Pride Before A Fall

why are the besties fighting

[garadinervi]

Mercedes Pardo, Luna azul, (acrylic on canvas), 1991 [Sicardi | Ayers | Bacino, Houston, TX. Fundación Alejandro Otero-Mercedes Pardo, Caracas. © Estate of Mercedes Pardo]

[nachoaveragejoe234]

Monster High characters if their names were normal:

Claudine Leclerq (Clawdeen) - She's half Haitian in my headcanon

Francine "Frankie" Frankenstein - Frankie's name is fine

Laura Dracul (born Laura Aurelius) - Born in Roman Italy

Sheena Blair (Lagoona) - Couldn't think of a name that sounded similar to Lagoona

Cleo Mohammed

Giulia De Carlo - Ghoulia is Italian Canadian

Abigail Barandova (Abbey) - Of course I see her as Russian even if she technically isn't

Demitrios Argopolis (Deuce) - Gorgon isn't really a surname (I don't think)

Michelle Dubois (Rochelle) - I am now being informed Rochelle is a legit name, I'm sorry Frenchies

Tammy Harrington (Twyla) - I see her as a Tammy for some reason

Rebecca Raj (Robecca) - Indian British

Christine "Operetta" Daae II - Named after her mother

Jennifer Wong

Elizabeth Constsntinescu (Elissabat)

Vanessa McBride (Venus) - She's Scottish-American

Lorelei Schweiz (Toralei) - Her name, but less catty

Persephone and Melody Danielson - I don't know why Danielson, I just did

Jane Doolittle

Iris Diamantis

Lorna McAlester

Zainab Farooq (Gigi) - Wanted her to have an actually Arabic name

Betsy Claro

Sarah O'Shea

Serena Von Berg - She's German-American

Kjersti Kristoffson

Kiyomi Takahashi

Bonita Ford

Silvi MacDougall - She's super Scottish

Ariana "Ari" Huntington - Named after Ariana Grande

Monica de la Rosca (Moanica) - Latina

Mercedes King

Luna Mathews

Elle Edelman Devon = Edelman Devon, or E.D.

Honey Swann

Glory Mantel

Gilda Papandreou

Freyja Magnusdóttir (Kala) - She's Icelandic

Finnegan Ioannadis - He's actually Greek, believe it or not, not Irish, in G3 he seems to be a siren, so I went with Greek for him

Anisa Perbesi (Amanita) - Amanita is Indonesian