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[rudrjobdesk]

Skoda की बिक्री इस कार की वजह से 428% बढ़ी, भारतीयों को खूब आई पसंद, जानें वजह

Skoda की बिक्री इस कार की वजह से 428% बढ़ी, भारतीयों को खूब आई पसंद, जानें वजह

नई दिल्ली. चेक कार निर्माता स्कोडा (Skoda) ने एक बार फिर भारतीय बाजार में बड़ी उपलब्धि हासिल की है. कंपनी पिछले महीने 4,503 कारें बेची हैं. इसमें सबसे ज्यादा योगदान इसकी पॉपुलर कार Skoda Slavia का है. खास बात यह है कि स्कोडा ने पिछली साल इसी टाइम पीरियड में बेची गई कारों की तुलना में कर 428 प्रतिशत की बढ़ोतरी की है. पिछले साल फरवरी में कंपनी सिर्फ 853 कारें ही बेच पाई थी. वर्तमान में कंपनी के 5…

[thirstywoso]

Frustration | Niamh Charles x Reader

A/n: I haven't written a fic in around 7 years but after that "we are Chelsea" episode with Niamh I had to write this. It's not edited and it might not be very good but if you enjoy and want a pt2 or more fics send in your requests

Warnings: smut 18+ mdni

A little angst if you squint, fingering r receiving, oral r receiving, thigh riding, squirting, praise kink and masturbation

Word count: 3k

Let's go

Just like most days you were sat in the passenger seat of your girlfriends Skoda Enyaq, this time on your way to Jessie's new apartment for a bonding night with your other team mates.

Although you had your license Niamh preferred to be the designated driver in your relationship before you'd left your house you did insist to her that you we're more than capable of driving seeing as she had yet to drive around that part of Cobham. Just like you knew she would she declined and slipped into the drivers seat. Sighing defeatedly you huffed into your seat. Your girlfriend just smirking at you handing you the aux.

"Baby, you know you're my passenger princess and you are better at playing the car DJ" Niamh giggled.

"Fine!" You mocked offence.

Once down the road and into unfamiliar territory for Niamh you began to direct her telling her what lane to be in and when to signal even though she had the satnav on. She let you carry on a few times before huffing!

"Y/n/n, I've got it"

You knew she hated backseat drivers but you were just trying to be helpful, after a few moments singing along to one of the songs you had put on you'd all but forgotten not to direct Niamh's driving.

"You're in the wrong lane, Jessie's road is the last exit on the rounda... bout" you mumbled out the last part when you caught her eye and she had that stern look plastered on her face. You suddenly remembered what you had done, Niamh wasn't easily frustrated but you knew that was one of her pet peeves.

You could tell she'd stiffened up slightly where she was trying to keep calm and so you put your hand on her thigh and gave her a soft smile. She softened in your touch and smiled asking you to turn up the music as it was one of your favourite songs playing.

"Turning saints into the sea.." you sang in unison as you pulled up in front of Jessie's apartment noting some of your other team mates cars in the lot.

--

By now you had been at Jessie's for a few hours you'd all watched a movie, had eaten the pizza's you'd collectively ordered and had played some of the games as that's usually what you do at a games night.

You were currently playing Pictionary and you were on a team with Jessie whilst Niamh was with Guro, Aggie was with Cat and Zecira was with Nathalie. You and Jessie were winning by miles whereas Niamh and Guro weren't having as much luck. Yourselves mocking and teasing them, it was then you saw the way your girlfriends jaw clenched that she was genuinely annoyed at herself losing.

"Baby don't worry you'll do better next time" you laughed.

"Yeah baby, maybe we will go easy next time" Jessie mocked.

"Give over Jess, you know I could crush you any day of the week"

"Niamhy it's okay Jess was only kidding"

"Yeah Charles it's all good"

"Whatever, let's play a different game"

It wasn't often you drank considering you were a professional athlete much similar to the other girls in your presence, that's why at team bonding nights you all usually got carried away.

As it was getting later and you'd all had a fair bit to drink, Guro suggested that it would be fun to play a game of truth or dare. Which if it went the way it usually did would end in drama.

"Guro you have to go first as it was your idea, so truth or dare?" You questioned

"Hmm, dare"

After a few seconds of trying to come up with a dare for Guro, Aggie chimes in.

"I dare you to chug the rest of your drink"

"Easy" she retorted after swallowing her mouthful and tipping the now empty bottle upside down.

Zecira seemed slightly bored of the tame dares yawning slightly and took it upon herself to spice things up.

"Let's amp it up a little ladies, Jessie truth or dare?"

"Dare"

"I dare you to kiss y/n for at least 5 seconds"

"But.. Niamh"

"But.. but it's just a game Niamh won't care, will you Niamh"

"Sure go ahead" Niamh said nonchalantly, although when you looked at her to gauge how she was really feeling you could see a tinge of jealous behind the smile on her face.

"Fine"

With that Jessie leant over and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly, before she had fully sank back to where she was sitting you pulled her back in for a slightly longer kiss which she reciprocated.

"Finally, that's what I'm talking about"

Zecira always loved in her words to 'liven the party'

After a few more rounds and the feeling of Niamh's eyes burning into you, it was your turn.

"I'm going to go with truth"

Nobody had asked you yet but you had already given licked whipped cream off of Guro's cheek and gave Niamh a lap dance which definitely did not start a fire down below for her and the blush in her cheeks was from the alcohol she was drinking and couldn't possibly be anything else. You saw a smirk appear on Zecira's face and almost regretted asking for a truth.

"Who's a better kisser Niamh or Jessie"

Everyone's heads whipped around to look at you, Niamh almost getting whiplash and Jessie's cheeks burning red. You hesitated to answer because it was such a silly question, well to you at least. You soon realised that maybe hesitating wasn't a great idea because Niamh soon got up and stormed out onto Jessie's balcony.

"Thanks Z"

You went out into the balcony and shut the door, Niamh didn't even turn to look at you, she knew you were there but in the moment she didn't even want to look at you.

"Why'd you hesitate y/n/n?"

"What..? Baby please don't be silly right now. I didn't answer because it's obvious, you're the best kisser out there.. not that I kiss other girls. I mean not that I haven't in the past but you know since you and me, me and you"

Niamh chuckled whilst she turned and cupped your cheek kissing you gently.

"Sweetie shh, I know. I just get jealous sometimes like maybe you could do better than me and Jessie is so amazing and after seeing you kiss earlier it just kind of hit a nerve"

You kissed her again in reassurance

"You know you're cute when you ramble though, I'm sorry I walked out. My emotions are just not as in check as I'd like them to be, what with your backseat driving, losing game night and seeing you kiss my best friend"

"You're just a sore loser Niamhy but you know I only ever want you"

"Well after that lap dance I really want you"

"I'm that good huh?"

"That good" she smirked

"How about we head home and we sort out how emotionally.. and sexually frustrated you are honey"

Niamh didn't need asking twice she grabbed your hand and dragged you back inside. Making some poor excuse about not feeling well and needing to go home and she will make it up to them. With that she shoved you out the door quickly following bundling you into a taxi home.

Your teammates looking at each other knowingly and giggling at Niamh's excuse this time because this happened most game nights.

When you got back home Niamh couldn't unlock the door quick enough, when you finally did get inside you both kicked your shoes off somewhere random on the floor as a tomorrow problem.

Within seconds Niamh had you over her shoulder carrying you to the bedroom, you knew all that extra time she was spending in weight training was paying off.

After kicking the bedroom door closed Niamh dropped you onto the bed making quick work of her clothes and nodding at you to do the same.

Soon both of your sets of clothes were discarded haphazardly on the floor, Niamh signalled for you to move up the bed. You pushed yourself back until your head rested on your pillows and Niamh crawled on the bed above you.

For a second you thought she was having doubts because she hoovered above you staring down admiring the way your lip tucked behind your teeth and your chest heaved with need.

"Baby, if you'd rather not tonight we can cuddle instead"

"NO" she practically yelled

"Sorry, no I want to but I just couldn't help but take you all in, I can't believe you're mine sometimes" admiration dripping off every word.

"Shut up" you giggled and gently slapped her arm. Which flexed under your touch causing your breath to hitch. Niamh smirked knowingly and with that pressed her thigh down into your centre leading to another gasp.

Before long her lips were back on yours deepening the kiss, feeling your tongue run gently against her lower lip. Sighing and relaxing into the kiss. Your fingers scratching gently and the nape of her neck and tangling in the fine hairs there.

Biting your lip and carefully pulling away, her lips attached themselves to your neck slowly trailing up and down sucking on your weak points. Her favourite was just below your ear where your jaw met your neck, she could spend all day there if you let her. Listening to the way your breathing sped up and the small whimpers you made.

Niamh kept her attention there for awhile before sinking lower, peppering your chest with lazy kisses before taking your left peak into mouth and gently sucking and rolling the bud with her tongue. She meant on her elbow and caressed your face whilst swapping to your right breast and paying it the same attention.

Her free hand snaking between your legs making you gasp as she hit the jackpot. Her finger teasingly fuming through your folds causing her to smirk against your chest, mumbling around your nipple causing the vibrations to stir something in your lower stomach.

"So fucking wet for me"

"All for you" your head stretched back against the pillow eyes screwed shut needing more. Tight circles started to be drawn around your clit before gliding back between your folds just before it became too much. She knew your body well and better than yourself sometimes.

Your hands soon found their way into her hair as she kissed her way down your toned stomach and along your inner thighs. She continued to tease you before looking up at you. Two of her digits circling your entrance, she gave you a questioning look which you answered with a small nod.

"Words baby, you know I don't find anything sexier than consent"

"I always want to make sure you enjoy what I do and that you want it as much as me"

"Please Niamhy"

With that she sunk two fingers into you, your back arched slightly and she pressed gentle kisses to your thigh as she worked herself into you. It didn't take long for her to find a comfortable rhythm and it helped with you being so wet.

Then came the sensation of her gently blowing against your clit which made your legs twitch. Before you knew it her tongue was gently aiding her fingers between your legs and darted out of her soft pink lips rapidly as she lapped at your sensitive bud.

Alternating between suckling and flicking her tongue over where you needed her most. More of your juices coated her fingers and with that she slipped in a third which was rewarded with a moan that ripped from deep inside you. Curling her fingers deep inside you whilst you grabbed and her hair pulling her impossibly closer.

"Good girl baby, you're such a good girl for me"

Niamh knew how much you loved being called a good girl during sex and it worked you felt yourself getting closer to your peak.

"That's it baby, you gonna cum for me"

"Pl..please"

"Go ahead"

With a few more thrusts you were coming apart underneath her moaning her name, which she would deny but was a massive ego boost for her.

She then kissed her way back up your body before using her hips to aid in thrusting her fingers harder into you.

"One more please baby"

Before you even had a second to think your eyes went white with pleasure and you felt yourself gush into Niamh's palm.

"Fuckkkkk"

She had the biggest dopiest shit eating grin on her face, so pleased with herself.

"I didn't know you could do that"

"Neither did I" you said shyly

"Please don't be embarrassed, that was so fucking hot"

Kidding you sweetly before asking if you were ready for her to pull out. When you nodded she removed her fingers making your legs twitch slightly as your pussy ached to me touched again after what happened next.

Niamh took her finger into her mouth swirling her tongue around them cleaning every last drop of you off of her digits.

Her lips reconnected with yours before you could even think of something to say, tasting yourself of her lips brought another rush of wetness to your core.

You flipped over your positions straddling Niamh's muscular thigh which she tensed below you. Her hands gently squeezing on your breasts as you ground down. Your sensitive nub bumping along each definition.

"You want more?"

You knew she wasn't judging you and was just more curious about your needs than anything.

"Almost there"

Your hips rutted against her becoming more staggered the closer you got. Collapsing back on top of her after your third orgasm. Groaning in her ear as you came down, only adding to the rush of wetness between her own thighs.

"Your turn" you mumbled sleepily

"Not tonight sweetie you're warm out, let me clean you up"

You didn't argue, you knew she was right and you were too tired to reciprocate. You weren't as worried as you would've been at the start of your relationship because you know that not every time is about give and take and some days it's just better to give than receive and visa versa. Although you'd never turn down your favourite meal. Niamh.

Whilst you were thinking about how lucky you were Niamh came back into the room with a wash cloth and some water for you which you happily sipped as Niamh carefully cleaned you up without trying to overstimulate you.

Once finished you cuddled up under the duvet, entwining your legs with Niamh's only for her to let out a little gasp as your leg connected with her centre by accident.

"What was that?"

"Nnnothing"

"It certainly didn't sound like nothing, you're still worked up aren't you?"

Niamh nodded her head but reiterated that she didn't want any reciprocation because she knew your body was exhausted.

"Fine, I won't touch you but I want you to touch yourself for me"

"Baby no, let's cuddle and get some sleep"

With that you gently cupped her discovering how wet she really was, she rolled her eyes in response.

"Please Niamhy, for me. I want to watch you get off for me"

Niamh didn't make an effort to move.

"It'll be incredibly hot knowing your thinking about me and then tomorrow it's my turn to treat you like a queen"

Niamh sighed knowing you wouldn't let up and knew it would be quicker to get it other with so you could go to sleep.

Niamh slid her fingers between her legs as you pulled back the duvet to watch. Her fingers slipped between her pretty pink lips and sunk into herself. She wasn't one for teasing when it came to herself. She had a job and she wanted to get it done.

"That's it baby add another for me, stretch out that tight pussy for me"

Niamh groaned as she added a second finger her brows furrowing and her lip caught between her teeth as she concentrated on your voice, you wrapped your hand around her wrist so you could feel closer to her enjoying the way her tendons flexed against your fingers with every thrust inside herself.

You didn't know where to look eyes darting back and forth between where her fingers disappeared and the concentrated and determined look on her face.

It didn't take long as she was so worked up

"Please can I cum baby?"

"Hmm I don't know"

"Don't fucking tease me, I'm so close! Please!"

You loved hearing her pleas and beg but tonight you just wanted to see her satisfied.

"That's it baby let go"

Niamh's head snapped back as she released. After a few minutes of catching her breath she disappeared to the bathroom cleaning herself up. She slipped into a pair of your training shorts and one of your old college tees. In return she brought you some of England shorts and a UCLA shirt Jessie had given to her one time after she'd gone back to visit.

She helped you into the clothes before laying down and pulling you onto her chest. Your head resting listing to her chest rise and fall rhythmically, your legs draped over hers. She kissed the top of your head and tucked you both under the duvet.

After awhile you thought she had fallen asleep as her breathing was shallow and steady.

"I love you Niamh"

"I love you too y/n"

"Now get some sleep"

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[elisysd]

1. Guess my childhood is over

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Chapter soundtrack: Older - Alec Benjamin

She will miss her room. That’s what Julia thought as she was finishing packing. Today was her last day in her childhood bedroom before leaving to pursue her dreams. A few months ago, she finally achieved one of her biggest life goals. Well, at least she was one step closer to it. After a lot of interviews and tests she had gotten a job as a junior engineer for the F1 team Skoda. It was a team from the back of the grid, with almost no budget even though they were helped by Ferrari, especially with the engine. But still, she was so damn proud of herself. All those years of sacrifice finally paid off. She would work on the tracks with the team for the whole season. It was a one-year contract for now, but they had made it clear that if they were happy with her, they would gladly keep her. She was excited and she couldn’t wait to start. From a very young age she had always been passionate about how cars were working, how they could be improved to be faster. And that’s what she was about to do. With enthusiasm, she locked her big suitcase and put it in the corner so her dad could bring it downstairs later.

Stepping out of her room, she was welcomed by happy barks and a fluffy Australian Shepperd. Bailey was the family dog that Charles got them almost ten years ago. Even if originally, Bailey was a dog for her little brother Louis, she had quickly taken a liking for Julia and at some point, she became more like her dog than her brother’s. Not that he minded, he didn’t care much about her.

“Hey my girl! Let’s go eat. Come on.”

The dog began to turn around her, wiggling her tail.

“I’ll be playing with you later, I promise.”

Bailey barked again and Julia rushed downstairs. Her mom was in the kitchen, finishing to prepare the lunch as her dad was reading his notebooks and taking notes. She took the plates that were on the kitchen island to put them on the table and on her way, she took the opportunity to kiss her dad’s cheek, taking him by surprise.

“Ready for the season, princess?” Charles Leclerc asked his daughter.

“I can’t wait to be the one who will bring the ideas to upgrade the Skoda and make it faster than your Ferrari!”

“Don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. We worked hard on the car and I have the feeling we will be very competitive this year!”

“More competitive than Lamborghini?” asked Julia to tease her father.

“We hope so.”

A few years ago, Charles had taken the job of Team Principal of the Scuderia. Julia remembered how they came to their door one day, practically begging her dad to work with them. She was nineteen at the time and had only started her college degree, but she remembered how her dad hesitated a lot before finally agreeing. He didn’t want to leave his family behind again, knowing that it was what had almost cost him his marriage a few years prior. But her mother had insisted, saying that he would regret it if he were saying no. It took time to bring back Ferrari at the top. Three years. Three years of hard work of intense recruiting and negotiations but they finally managed to become vice-champions in the constructor’s championship twice in a row, behind Lamborghini. Not where they wanted to be of course, and Charles was hoping that this year, they would finally be on top.

“Ju? Can you go tell your brother that lunch is almost ready?” told her Lyanna, making Julia stood up and go to her brother bedroom.

She knocked on Louis’ door but heard nothing. Slowly and softly, she opened it to see him lying on his bed, reading a comic book, his headphones securely put on his ears. She stood in front of him so she would be in his field of vision before waving and taking away his comic book.

“Lunch is ready.”

He nodded and stood up before leaving the room closely followed by his sister. When seeing his kids back, Charles smiled and put away his notebook as Lyanna was coming with a plate for Louis where she had separated the vegetables by colours and size. Louis also took a little bag of potato crisps and made sure to make two sides: one where the crisps were full and one where they were not. It was always like that he always had to separate everything before eating or it was triggering him. No one was paying attention anymore to his little quirks that Julia found endearing.

“What were you doing, Louis?” carefully asked Charles.

“Reading.”

“Yeah? And what are you reading.”

“A comic book about Spiderman that mom bought me, yesterday.”

Julia was seeing that her father was struggling to find ways to make him talk. For as long as she could remember the relationship between her father and her little brother had always been weird, often uncomfortable. Not from Louis’ side, but from Charles’. He never knew what to say or how to say things.

“Do you have any fun facts about him to tell us?” asked Julia, knowing very well that her brother was a mine of information when he loved something.

“Oh yes. Did you know there is an alternate version of Spider-Man where Peter is an anthropomorphic pig. His name is Spider-ham.”

“No way! That’s so cool!” exclaimed Julia.

“How did you learn that?” said Charles.

“I don’t remember.”

Charles sighed. It was not today, again, that he would achieve a more than two sentences conversation with his only son. He looked down on his plate as Julia saw her mom scooting closer to him and put a hand on his thigh.

Louis didn’t talk much during the lunch, not that he talked a lot anyway but usually, when Julia was giving him the opportunity to talk about things he loved, whether it was Marvel, animals (insects in general) or music, he was unstoppable. But not today. He ate in silence, with his noise cancelling headphones that he didn’t put away and when his plate was empty, he left the room to go back to his bedroom.

“I’m going to see him.” Julia stood up as well and followed him. When she finally caught up to him, he was already back on his bed and with his book. “Louis… talk to me.” she pleaded him.

“You’re leaving me.” he said as a matter of fact, but Julia could hear an ounce of sadness in his tone.

“You know that I have too…”

“You always promised me you would be there for me.”

“And I’m not backing down on that. You know that if I could bring you in my suitcase to have you with me I would.”

“You will be all over the world. You won’t have as much time for me as you have now. You will have new friends and you will forget about me.”

“That’s not true. I will call you every day. And you can text me whenever you need someone to talk to or to help you with your homework.”

“I don’t need help with my homework.”

And Julia knew it was true. Her brother was a little genius. A little genius that her parents didn’t want to put to school, preferring to have him studying at home. Julia sometimes felt guilty about that. She didn’t have the most amazing school years, being bullied because of her last name. People always liked to reject her or to use her in order to have access to privileged places. It was something she didn’t like to think about as it was always bringing back bad memories.

Sometimes, the insults, the pulled hair and the nasty remarks were coming back haunting her. If she had a hard time trusting people, it definitely came from that time of her life. She still remembered vividly the pain it caused her when her first boyfriend, when she was fifteen, played her and made her believe he loved her only to find out later that it was just in order to meet her dad. It had been a hard pill to swallow and since then she had been careful around men. She never really had a boyfriend since that time. Of course, she had a couple flings and one night stands, but it was never serious. She didn’t let anything be serious. Her only focus was her career and her dream to work one day alongside her dad at Ferrari.

Her parents didn’t want Louis to go through what she had gone through and had decided to let him be homeschooled. They knew how cruel people could be and since he had been diagnosed with autism, it was less frightening to keep him sheltered. Julia was not always sure it was the best idea. Louis would have to face, sooner or later, the world and how cruel it could be.

She looked at her little brother and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He would be alone. Sure, he had their mom, but Julia was the only one Louis would willingly confide in. She was his pillar. And Julia was scared that without her here, he would crumble. She tried to think that it was not as different as when she was away for college. But still, she was coming back home whenever she could, and she was in Switzerland so not far away from home. Now, she would be all around the world, with messed up time zones.

“Are you hating me for leaving you?” she asked seating on his bed.

“I’m not angry to see you leave, just sad, I guess. You are the only one who understands me here.”

“You know that’s not true; you have mom too. And Bailey. You will take good care of her for me, right?”

“Mom is mom. It’s not the same. And I’ll take care of Bailey. Australian Shepards need a lot of attention. So, I will try to play with her twice a day for an hour.”

“Thank you, Louis. Can I hug you?”

“Did you wash your hands before?” he asked seriously as Julia rolled her eyes.

She stood up and went to the bathroom before coming back showing him her clean hands.

“Done. Can I have my hug now?” she insisted.

Louis went to her and threw his arms around her clumsily. He hated social contacts. He could barely tolerate his mother’s kisses. But Julia was not the same, she was his favourite human being.

“I love you. Always. Whether I’m three meters away from you or on another continent, I love you.”

He sighed and she felt him nod. He pulled away from her and put back his headphones, letting Julia know that he didn’t want to talk anymore. She left his room to face her dad that had probably heard their conversation. He was not trying to be subtle about it.

“I wish I was as good as you with him.” he told her.

“You’re trying, dad. That’s what matters the most.”

“That’s what your mom said as well.”

“Well, listen to us then.”

“Like your uncle Arthur would say, Leclerc’s women know best.”

“And he is absolutely right.”

Charles threw an arm around his daughter shoulders and kissed the side of her head. They soon joined Lyanna in the living room who is petting an enthusiastic Bailey.

“So, how are you feeling about everything?” asked her mother.

“It’s strange. It’s a mix between excitement, nervousness, and fear of failing.”

“It’s normal things to feel, princess. I was the same.”

“It’s going to feel weird to have you both away…” confessed Lyanna.

“I’ll take care of her, Lya.”

“Oh no! Please don’t embarrass me!” groaned Julia.

“That is basically my job as your father. That and scaring boys away from you.”

Lyanna and Julia both rolled their eyes making Charles laughed. It was always amusing to him to see that his daughter had similar if not identical expressions to his wife.

“And about Ethan… how do you feel about that?” asked Charles.

Ethan was Julia worst enemy since kindergarten. They never got along, nor did they really try to. Fortunately for her, as Ethan started to get really good with karting and later made his way into F3, then F2 to end up finally in F1 three years ago, in Maserati, a midfield team affiliated to Lamborghini, the new name of Red Bull, she didn’t have to see him or interact with him more than necessary.

“I’m not going to work for him or with him for what matters, so I won’t see him much. And as long as he is not acting like a dick, everything should be fine.”

“I hope so. You are both adults now, surely you can act like civilized people.”

“I know I can. The question is, can he?”

“Julia… He is not that bad you know. He is a bit of an idiot sometimes, but who wouldn’t be considering how he grew up.”

“Dad, I know that you like him. For unbeknownst reasons. But using his childhood as a way to excuse his behaviour is just not it. I think Louis and I are the perfect examples of growing up privileged but not being pretentious assholes. You and mom did a pretty good job raising us to be humble and hardworking people.”

“Julia, he is not that bad. He is actually a very focused driver, always asking questions, always wanting to learn. always trying to get better. It’s admirable. He is going to get big.”

“That’s just a facade, dad! That’s a mask he puts on to make people like him. Why can’t you see that? Don’t you remember how ruthless he was with me? Like the one time he stuck gum in my ponytail and mom had to bring me to grandma so she could cut my hair? Or the one where we had this school trip and he just decided that it would be funny to hide my lunchbox somewhere and I couldn’t eat. And I have tons of other examples!”

“Now you are being dramatic.”

“I’m not! I know exactly who he is deep inside. He is rotten. It’s crazy that you can’t see that!”

Her parents smiled at her. They were used to it by now and were not taking it seriously anymore. It was a rivalry that was lasting for more than twenty years now. With an angry gesture Julia left the room. She had a few things to check before being sure that she would not forget anything.

In her room, she took her time to print every corner of where she grew up in her mind. She looked around and went through the mess she accumulated over the years. Her eyes found a vision board, made when she was 12. She smiled when she saw written in bright red capital letters, in the centre of the board, almost taking up all the space “WORKING FOR FERRARI”, and next to it between parentheses with her adult writing “with dad”. In the box under the board, she found pictures of her, her mother and her father, on racetracks, when she was young, before Louis’ birth. She found her favourite one from Le Mans where her dad participated along with Max. It was a bittersweet day, she had to spend it with Ethan, but seeing her dad accomplishing one of his dreams was a wonderful experience to witness. One they shared just the two of us. She folded the picture and put it in her purse.

As she was sitting on her bed caught up in her memories, she didn’t hear her mother coming and taking place next to her.

“I remember this picture. It was maybe your third or four Monaco Grand Prix. You were five years old, something like that. Your eyes were glued to the cars, nothing could make you look elsewhere.”

“Yep, that’s sound like me.” smiled Julia.

“I don’t tell you this enough but, I’m proud of you. I know how far you’ve come, and I know how hard your worked to be able to be where you are today. I’ve never doubted you. Not once second. You have the stubbornness of your dad.”

“Dad would argue and tell you that it comes from you.”

“Your dad is an idiot.”

Julia laughed.

“I wanted to give you this. So, you have something from home when you miss us. Whenever you feel blue, you just have to hold onto it, and it will be like I’m right by your side.”

Lyanna took out of her pocket a black velvet box. When Julia opened it she found a red bracelet with a little horse on it. It seemed old and the iron was slightly rusty. Beside the horse, there was a movie clap next to the Monegasque flag. Two wedding rings circled around each other and two baby socks, one pink and one blue were completing the bracelet. Julia recognised it and knew the importance it held for her parents; it was a perpetual reminder of their story. Julia put it around her wrist and hugged her mom.

“I promise I’ll never take it off and I’ll take care of it.”

“I have no doubt you will. I want you to add things to it. It is yours now, Julia. It is your story to write. But no matter what, your dad and I will be by your side. Forever and always.”

The next morning, she was boarding the private jet that was bringing her to Bahrain for the pre-tests and her first GP. She would stay on the side for starter, just the time for her to adjust, and then progressively she would get tasked on specific things to look at on the car.

“I know that being Ferrari team principal comes with some perks, but it always shocks me. It shouldn’t, but it does.” she said, moving awkwardly in the alley of the plane.

“Technically, it’s supposed to be for Ferrari team members. And since you are working with Skoda, you shouldn’t be here. It’s a favour, I give you Julia.” joked her dad.

“If you want to get into technicalities, Skoda uses your engines so… we are allies.”

“There are no such things as allies in F1, princess.”

She sat opposite to her father and looked outside the window. It would not be long before they took off. A few hours later, as they were both bored to death, Julia looked at her father pensively, biting her lips as if she wanted to say something but didn’t dare to, something her dad caught.

“What is going on in this little head of yours?”

“Can I ask you something?” she asked with hesitation.

“Anything. You know that Ju.”

“Why don’t you want me to work with you?”

He put down his notebooks and crosses his arms against his chest. He took his time to answer her.

“I’m not going to teach you how F1 is a make-or-break kind of world. You know that. I don’t want to people to think that you are where you are only because you are my daughter. They will look down on you. I want you to prove them wrong. And you can’t prove them wrong if you are already with me. You are talented Ju, you have an eye for details, you are smart. I want you to show them that you are a fighter and that you deserve to be there. I would love to have you working with me, it would be a dream. But before, show them all what you are made of.”

“And what if I fail?” “I’ll have your back. I’ll always be there if you need me. For whatever reasons. But you are my daughter, you are a Leclerc, and we don’t give up when things go rough, we fight with all we have until the end.  And that’s what you’ll do.”

Author's note: And let me introduce you to miss Julia and her family that you already know!! I love her, she is amazing and you have seen nothing yet hehehe. I hope you caught the little Cruel Summer reference that was there.... 👀 let me know in the comments.

I can't wait to read your thoughts about it, so don't hesitate to leave a comment or an ask, as well as reblogging and leaving a like. It helps a lot for the story to find its audience. I also have a taglist for this story, so if you want to be added so you never miss a chapter, let me know.

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[things-about-cars-in-posts]

hello! as a celebration of me finally getting my driving license (shoutout to my instructor, he is an absolute saint and has forever changed my perspective on cars and car nerds), i thought i'd ask about your opinion on the cars my family owns — the Škoda Fabia I (the specific one we have is a combi from late 2004. slowly perishing, mainly of rust) and Kia Cee'd (2013??). is there anything remarkable about these two?

Ah, the Ceed, as Kia cowardly renamed it in 2018, in a decision I deliberately reject as I keep on referring to it as Cee apostrophe d, as Top Gear liked to call the earlier model they gave celebrities to go try to get themselves killed on tape, Tom Cruise getting the closest because of course it would be him.

Notice how nary an ounce of steering was given up whatsoever. Man was just balancing the car with the throttle in the true racing driver spirit of "If I die I die and if I don't this'll be a good time".

However, this is a bit of a sidetrack, as that's not your car - that'll be one o' deez, which whether as a 5 door...

...station wagon...

...or its bafflingly named coupe version (Pro_Cee'd????)...

...looks sharp as a goddamn tack in my books. In fact, wanna know how that's not just cheap flattery? That station wagon was actually the car I was pushing for our family to get when ours needed changing! Life didn't grace us with the opportunity, however, and so we ended up replacing our grey Citroën Picasso MPV with another (the ole' Xsara Picasso to C4 Picasso pipeline) which served us decently over a couple years before developing woes and getting passed on to family friends more willing to deal with them. Weird car, that C4 Picasso. Most of the steering wheel didn't turn.

Now, you may ask why those French folx would do that. And the answer is in the word French. I can just imagine the designers asking feedback about the handbrake and getting all giddy as they look at them struggle to figure out where it is. Actually, go on, you try!

Wait, wait, we're once again getting sidetracked, we've still not addressed the Fabia! And that's a crime, because it was a hugely important car for Škoda: as Volkswagen's involvement with the company had turned from shareholder to owner its involvement in the cars had turned from help to codevelopment, making the Fabia a humongous departure from Škodas of old. However, for the latest Octavia, no closer to those hunksajunk, the rave reviews had been no match against Škoda's brand image, which was so terrible that even Wikipedia feels comfortable saying they were laughing stocks.

So for the Fabia, Škoda turned to marketing agency Fallon London for a very bold advertising campaign. So bold in fact that I didn't even stumble into it through my passion for cars, but through my study of marketing. And it's so simple you could miss it. (...it's in the lower right.)

This simple idea, and how hard they doubled down on it...

...completely turned Skoda's fortunes around, in a brand repositioning so successful that all of Fallon's Škoda-related ads received awards. Including this one.

That's not even an ad for Škoda. That's an ad for themselves.

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question: if you liked this post, you might like those - or the blog’s Discord server, linked in the pinned post!

[itcars]

First Look: The Praga Bohema

Praga has revealed its road legal hypercar in pre-production prototype form: a high-performance, low-volume car designed around 3 core principles – lightweight, carbon, petrol.

The new Praga Bohema is a sub-1,000kg, mid-engined 2-seater that, in the right hands, is capable of extreme high performance on track targeting GT3 race car lap times on its semi-slick Pirellis. Yet it is also comfortable and practical for head-turning road trips.

With its carbon fibre monocoque and race-oriented fully adjustable suspension, it is extremely light, targeting just 982 kgs (wet without fuel), while its powerful Nissan GT-R-derived six-cylinder twin-turbo engine ensures reliability, ease of servicing and the potential for further performance tuning. Whilst the Bohema’s race-derived semi-automatic transmission will support a unique on-road experience with track-focused performance.

The Praga Bohema’s PL38DETT is based on Nissan’s famed 3.8-litre, twin-turbo V6 engine used in all its GT-R models since 2007. Initially drawing on Nissan’s experience at Le Mans, it is constructed around an aluminium alloy cylinder block, and there are double overhead camshafts per cylinder bank, with a continuously variable valve timing system on the inlet valves.

Uniquely, Nissan supplies brand new GT-R engines to Praga for the Bohema. Engine development and servicing requirements then sees Praga working with the UK’s renowned Litchfield Engineering; another long-time friend of the Praga brand. Litchfield has more than two decades of tuning experience and is known as the global authority on GT-R engines. Litchfield strips the new engines and converts them to dry sump, which reduces the overall height of the unit by 140 mm. This allows the engine to sit lower in the Bohema and prevents the risks of oil surge under high-speed cornering loads.

Litchfield also makes a number of modifications for increased reliability and power, including swapping to new twin turbos. In this base-Litchfield specification, Praga is targeting the Bohema production car to deliver up to 700 bhp at 6,800 rpm and 725 Nm of torque from 3,000 to 6,000 rpm, but Litchfield is known for building 1000 bhp-plus engines from the GT-R unit.

Praga has a long-standing partnership with Kresta Racing, the Czech Republic’s most highly respected rally team, where its spotless assembly facility will hand-build each Bohema, beginning in the first half of 2023. The company is known for its high standards of car preparation and assembly and was founded by Czech rally legend Roman Kresta. His historic race victories include the Czech national rally championship on five occasions, whilst also spending a decade in the World Rally Championship, driving for the official Ford and Skoda WRC teams.

[foolartqwq]

Undertale and deltarune characters driving headcanons

Frisk(if they were 18):

Frisk would not be driving, they wouldnt get a permit, they dont find it useful

Chara(if they were 18):

Same as frisk they wouldn't try to get a permit because asriel has already one and theyll always ask asriel to get them somewhere

Kris(if they were 18):

Same as chara and frisk, the kfc gang relies on asriel to drive them somewhere

Toriel:

She canonically has a permit and drives

Has a family car, probably a Citroën....orrrrr a ford focus like my father,

She is a good driver but when she gets angry she tends to drive a little aggressively. If someone cuts her way she will honk them and curse at them

Asgore:

He wouldnt have a permit, doesnt like driving , he doesnt think that is necessary to have a permit, plus he doesnt have the money to buy a car

Asriel:

Since asriel is closer with toriel than he is with asgore, toriel encourages him to get a driving license, so he does, asriel never thought that would find driving fun and useful , sometimes he regrets getting the permit because of frisk chara and kris asking him to always drive them somewhere

Like almost all teenage boys he would probably be into sports car, im thinking about an audi gt (he likes that car but doesnt have the money to buy it so he drives toriel s car)

Sans:

My man s always tired, do you think that he can drive a car with such little energy

Sans would not have a permit

Papyrus:

I think that its canon the fact that papyrus can drive, you saw at the end of undertale pacifist route, he would drive a convertible audi, an audi A5 Cabriolet to be exact( just so yk i have no idea about cars i do drive i have a nice car , i like cars but i dont know any models so i. just google it )

Undyne:

She would have a permit, drives kind of chaotic, yet she never got her permit taken away, lucky her ig

She would probably drive a skoda, probably a skoda octavia

She loves to honk at everyone and everything

Alphys:

She would not have a driving permit, she doesnt want one plus she thinks its hard driving and she s afraid to try it

Mettaton:

Hohohoooo lemme tell you he would have a hot pink car,

Hmmmmm he would probably drive a mazda, im thinking about mazda miata orrrrr mazda rx 7

Napstablook(sorry if i spelled their name wrong):

If they were human they would not have a permit, doesnt want one

Muffet:

She would have a driving permit, what she would drive

Mazda miata for sure

She would probably put little fangs like this

Grillby:

Yes he would have a driving permit, he owns a restaurant, needs to get errands done, probably would have a Peugeot boxer yk for when he buys the things he needs like , sodas or things like this yk, as for a normal car, wellll Peugeot 3008, likes suv cars

Alright now deltarune characters (lets ignore that i put kris into undertale characters)

Susie:

She d have a permit, drives kind of aggressive but drives pretty good, she would have a Renault austral

Ralsei:

You know the memes where ralsei drives a Mercedes-Benz.

Well he would have a permit and WOULD DRIVE A MERCEDES-BENZ , a Mercedes C class 2014??? I think

He d like a Mercedes-Benz 600, a clasic

Lancer:

He would not have a driving permit for car but rather for a motorcycle , a kawasaki ninja 650 abs

Seam:

They would have a driving permit, they would drive a Hyundai , a Hyundai Tucson the 2022 model? I guess, well they drive when necessary tho, like they dont drive all the time, seam s pretty calm behind the wheel, even if someone is dumb and makes a mistake , they wont curse they would honk to get the person attention but nothing more, they drive pretty carefull, sometimes they get over the speedlimit because they are so focused on the road they forget the fact that they re still accelerating

Rouxls kaard:

Rouxls would have a permit, what would he drive? Guess!!!

Ok.jkjk ill tell you

He would drive a rolls royce, rolls royce phantom

Flexes with his car

He s rich since he works for the king, and has a well payed job

The king of spades:

Yes ofc he would have , he s the king, he would also have a rolls royce, cause its a classic , he would have a rolls-royce cullinan mansory, hes the king , he s filthy rich

Jevil:

He would also have a permit, drives chaotic af, got his permit taken away so many times, the policeman know him.too well, sometimes they only give jevil a warning because they got sick of taking his permit away all the time

He would drive an audi A4, idk

The queen:

She doesn't drive, she likes being driven by others lol

Spamton:

Spamton would have a driving permit. When he was a big shot , he got the most expensive car he found , a Lamborghini aventador, after he lost all his money he got the car taken away from him ofc , and now he drives nothing

Swatch:

He would have a permit, he s the one driving the queen where ever she wants, he would drive her in a limousine,

A rolls royce phantom limo hire

Noelle:

She would not drive, to afraid to drive

Berdly:

He would have a permit, he would get a bmw series 5 because " all the cool boys get it" he toughts that if he had a cool car girls would like him

And i forgot about gaster

Gaster:

That guy is too busy to get a permit so no he doesnt drive

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake's podcast - Sport

podcasted 2022-08-09

Finally a theme that doesn't need translation: Sport 😊 Flake doesn't know what's more useless, doing sport or making music, but the most useless is music about sport.

And yes, we have a Rammstein anecdotes, like at 0h10, although Flake is not sure if he should tell his audience this: some of Rammstein are pretty big soccer fans, and when Rammstein does festival tours, this is often in the summer months, just like the major soccer championships (europeans, worlds). Well, one year indeed Rammstein was on tour during the Soccer World Championships, and they decided to take some small tv screens with them on stage, so they could glimpse at the match during the gig.

Flake is not naming the names of his soccer-fan-colleagues, but to stop people worrying at 0h17 he does confirm that it isn't Till. Flake is very glad about that because Till is always working the big flamethrowers and everything, and Flake is happy that he didn't let soccer distract him. Flake also mentions Till is not a soccer fan at all, which he thinks is impressive 🍀

Flake only ever met one soccerplayer, Mehmet Scholl, they met at a social event and talke a bit, but because everyone assumed they were both pretty well known, nobody bothered to introduce them, so Flake only found out afterwards who it was, and Mr. Scholl also didn't know Flake 😊

0h16 he talks about the first tours Rammstein did, when they only had one published album, and that fact, going on tour with just one record of songs, and Flake assumes they added some unfinished songs, or songs that never appeared on an album; he thinks that is an athletic performance all in itself.

At 0h25 the band even considered doing a sports song once, because like Christmas and birthday songs, these are usually popular and used a lot, but it wasn't very good, and never made it to an album, and in hindsight Flake is happy about that 😊

When (at abt 0h42) mentioned the East German band Engerling, who went to shows on bicycle, Flake muses that in the past him and his bandmates went to their concerts in a car (5 guys, all smokers, in a small Skoda), or later by bus, and all the warm, nice talks they had when travelling..when he thinks back at those times, he thinks back more fondly on their cartravels than at the concerts themselves (and wonders if they'll ever go to concerts on bicycle)

Rammstein tried (1h32) to make a song for one of the Klitschko boxing brothers once, as an 'entrance to the boxing ring' song; rumour in Berlin at the time was that they were looking for songs for that purpose and lots of bands sent one; allegedly, the Klitschkos liked the Rammstein song a lot, but their management said there was no way they could use something of a band with Rammstein's image. So Rammstein turned that song into 'Sonne'.

The song at 1h33 is called 'Ski Heil' and Flake plays it because his dad (who is from Thüringen, known for many wintersports like 'cross country') used that phrase a lot when Flake was a kid.

At some point (1h14) Flake muses that basically every lovesong is also a sports-song, because the one you love, doesn't have to be a woman, or a man, it can also be a sportsteam 💕

(And ofcourse we end with one of the classic sports songs 'We are the champions'by Queen) 🍀

More of my takes on Flake's podcasts

[master-john-uk]

Rolls-Royce Phantom.

I have never been one to spend a silly amount of money on a car (except once.)

To me, a car is a tool, a utility vehicle... which serves a practical purpose. YES, I did spend a fortune on the Bentley when I received the first tranche of my grandfather's inheritance... I was young and silly. But the car has served me well for 40 years now, and is still in almost perfect condition. (My everyday use car is a Skoda, along with the recently purchased battery-electric Peugeot.)

I had a close look at the latest Rolls-Royce offerings in 2020, and I was very impressed... and tempted. They look better at close range than they do from a distance. Then Rolls announced that they were doing a million-mile road test of a new all-electric model.

The road test results were very positive, and in 2022 Rolls-Royce started taking orders for the new battery-electric RR Spectrum... but, it only has two doors. I am sorry, but I am not going to clamber in through the front door when I am being picked up from a London venue! As I have said many times before, a Rolls-Royce is a car to be chauffeured in... rather than drive yourself.

My Skoda is seven years old and needs to be replaced, but I have not yet found a vehicle that is both practical (with the 2 dogs) and environmentally friendly.

I look forward to seeing Rolls-Royce's all electric range in 2025.

[easternblocrelics]

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[sims4cars-breezemotors]

“Emotions in motion”

2023 Skoda Octavia RS 🇨🇿

The OCTAVIA RS embodies the design trend of the ŠKODA brand: a fusion of aesthetics, safety and practicality. Whether you see the car as a whole or step closer and explore its unique features, the OCTAVIA RS radiates with the harmony of functionality and emotion.

Available exclusively for “No Limits” and “All Inclusive” tiers.

Model with HQ interior, open/close doors and functional light.

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[carsbypreet]

I brought home the Skoda Octavia L&K in November of 2021. Since day one I am in love with this car, the car seems overpriced to a lot of people but the Octavia has to be the most beautiful car in Indian market. The 2.0 liter TSI petrol with snappy 7 speed DSG gearbox is so much fun, the almost imperceptible upshifts seamlessly stitch the power curve to deliver one linear and uninterrupted shove.

Design: You can’t get enough of this design, we are not looking at some crazy road presence or tall huge vehicles it’s just a simply good design which gives that premium feels for every buck you paid for it. It compliments a professional looks like a business car.

The more than enough ground clearance of Octavia surprisingly doesn’t disturb its sports sedan look. This elevated design also reflects in the electric tail gate it goes all the way up from the rear

screen, SUVs are doing this for years but it’s too cool when a sedan does it. It’s easier for boot access. This car is fierce inside out, the cabin is full of stitched soft touch materials and the interior lighting looks amazing with the ambient lighting which can be individually adjusted. This car makes a remark and stands out you will feel the work and effort invested for this design.

Drive: This car will make you smile whenever you have a straight open road. Around the corners the car is great many didn’t find it as good as its previous generation but I come from the XUVs and the Kodiaqs of this worlds, hence any sedan can impress me there. The ride quality is good as the suspension is softened up, which slightly decreases the handling confidence.

The shift by wire technology with this gear selector takes some to get used to. The virtual cockpit of this car is also great works very well. I just love the two-spoke design and the quality of the switchgear, especially the knurled roller controller. Also Octavia has park assist so it can park itself, shockingly too good at it. This car has some really bright and fancy light.

Comfort: The ride is great there is adequate space in the rear but the most comfortable seats are obviously driver and pillion passenger seat. They get memory functions and electric adjust it’s a good place to be. The space at rear is way less than its SUV competition, but hey you saw that coming right? It has the best air conditioner I have ever used the seats are very nice comfortable. The comfort aspect for me is not complete if there isn’t a great fragrance in the car, that’s why I use the involve origin aurum, It makes me feel comfortable and calm while driving and neatly complements the cars comfort level. You can get yours at involveyoursenses.com .

The ambient lighting calms you downand the canton music system has no comparison what so ever. This car gets sunshade for both windows at the rear and also a manual sunshade for the rear screen. 2 USB C at the rear and 2 at the front with a wireless charger, wireless android auto and apple carplay. The car itself doors are strong with thick windows outdoor noise cancellation works very well in this car. We know there can’t be a perfect car. Sunroof is major miss here, this car has an amazing roof I love it but sunroof is must at this point. Rear seat are bit too close to ground. ADAS features are also missing in this car which is a bit disappointing, it has auto braking before collision, the car sometimes brakes on its own at low speeds even when there’s nothing ahead. The infotainment system good but too many controls are in that screen temperature controls are also in that system.

It’s a bit different too operate at first. With a 600 liter boot space this car can fulfill all your business and personal needs of boot. This car is elegant it doesn’t want to be like anyone and stands out very well, reflects what the Czech car maker wanted to convey. Is it overpriced? Depends to which car you are comparing it to. That will be lot of argument and this car misses a lot of things that a car at such price point should come with. Yet it’s the best business family car, trust me this car actually feels like success and to make it smell like success don’t forget to check out involve your senses origin aurum at involveyoursenses.com

[a-tale-never-told]

Okay, so here's some more lore to keep you all busy while I will come up with my own variation of Twilight syndrome.

So after the war, the Japanese car industry was totaled after the war. The intense bombing of the cities had damaged and blown the factories to shreds. Once the two states had been established, It became very clear that in order to transport stuff in the event of war and in the event of peace, there needed to be cars.

South Japan had a head start, managing to create the Kurokowa interstate highway system in 1956. basically, it gave birth to new roads that could take you to Osaka and Tokyo through the countryside or areas that wouldn't be considered for driving.

Oddly enough, this was made in the same year the United States ( the ones who funded the project) passed the Federal-Aid -Highway Act of 1956, Which created the Interstate Highway system for America.

As for North Japan, they don't really have the best highways. Due to the poor design records of eastern bloc roads, they were mostly kept in industrial or rural parts of the North. Also, the cold climate of North Japan didn't help matters either.

As for cars, Since this is a 1960s-like world, I will bet that most cars of the late 1940s to 1960s would be common and mainstream in both sides of Japan as much as they are in the world. Toyoda and Honda, while still being strong in their own right, don't become mainstream.

While they are able to produce their own cars, The fact of it being divided and the world not being developed like our own lessens the weight. Thus the cars would be coming in from America, Britain, France, and West Germany of all places.

Companies such as Ford, Austin, Renault, And even the likes of Volkswagen, Mercedes Benz, and Porsche are being hit in South Japan. As for how those cars from Europe come, They would be built in the factories that Renault and Volkswagen made in south Japan in the 50s. In other words, Beeltes would be a mainstream icon in South Japan.

The North also has its automobiles, through factories and exports from the Soviet Union. Car manufacturers like Gaz, Trabant, And Skoda are just a few examples of auto manufacturers in the North. Since Eastern bloc cars aren't renowned for their quality, They would get a car like the Trabant 601.

But the better and more common Skoda 1000mb and Gaz 21 Volga were there so the north japs didn't have to suffer as much. Ladas are also there, though, for the story, I had to push the mainstream production date from 1970 to 1969, only a year less. plus Gaz 24s were there in the 60s even though it was a 70s car so it wouldn't be a big of deal.

But that's all for now. Hope you guys enjoyed this and I will give you guys more later on, In the meantime, my brain and I are going to think about how to do our version of Twilight syndrome.

Take care, everyone.

[raulfernandez]

I did manage to drive yesterday and today, pretty sure it's gonna be okay, which I'm very glad about cause I honestly love driving, the new car my dad found is nearly the exact same one I had before, just VW instead of Skoda and the interior looks a bit more modern, which is probably good, because I don't know if I'd be able to handle the exact same thing. So yeah I don't think there's much trauma to it, but I do keep remembering it in the middle of the night and I just... don't know how to deal with it, like it all feels so surreal, I haven't seen my dead car since Friday, but the pain in my body still hasn't gone away. My dad's pain is starting to get worse which I fucking hate... but yeah, I can't stop thinking about it when I'm trying to sleep... also I have abi exams on Wednesday/Thursday GOD DAMN I'd love some more time but no

[elisysd]

25. I’ll be here when it all feels so big, til it all feels so small

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: So Big / So Small - Rachel Bay Jones

He was fuming. And it was an understatement. Rarely, in his life, Charles had known such anger. Lyanna had told him what happened between Julia and Skoda and he had been too stunned to speak. He knew it was not as Julia had imagined her first job as an engineer in F1 to go and he felt bad. It was his fault. If he had not been too stubborn about her proving herself and if he had offered her a position, even a small one without many responsibilities, nothing like this would have happened. He thought, naively, that since Skoda was Ferrari’s partner and a small team, she would have a good learning opportunity. That Wilhelm, knowing she was his daughter and knowing the ties between his team and Charles’, would take care of her and would give her the chance Julia wanted so desperately.

He failed his daughter. Again. He, once again, had been unable to protect her from the cruelty of the world and that killed him inside. Lyanna had tried to reason with him, telling him to not do anything stupid as his first reaction when learning what happened had been to want to call Skoda to end their partnership. But, how would it have made anything better?

In any case, seeing Wilhelm, laughing and acting as if he had never crushed someone’s dreams after the Team Principals meeting, made him furious. With a raging step, he went to him, slightly pushing his shoulder.

“Charles, my friend. How are you?”

“Can we talk? I have a few things to tell you.”

“If it is about your precious Julia, I’m sorry but I can’t do anything about it.”

“A year of gardening? Giving back to you fifty percent of her what she earned? You are taking it too far.”

“That’s how it works here, Charles. But, if you want you can buy me her contract. It won’t be a friend offer, though. Not after the new conditions you want to impose on Skoda for next season.”

“I said no to your demand for access to our manufacture. Which is fair, Ferrari might help you on the engine side but the car conception it’s your job.”

“I can’t develop a good car without good engineers, Charles.”

“Too bad for you because you had a great one that you decided to fire just to spite me. Because this is what you want right? You think that if you attack my daughter you are going to get what you want. Let me make this clear for you, Will, I’m not someone who breaks under pressure. But if you decide to go after my family, believe me, I’ll make you regret even having made one step in this paddock.”

“I’m not going after anyone. I’m just protecting my interests. But I’m sure Julia will find a new position in no time, perks of having an influential dad in the field, right Charles?”

It was no use trying to argue with him. Charles looked at him one last time, shaking his head in clear disagreement but even if Charles didn’t want to admit it, he was right. There was no chance he would leave Julia to pay for his business decisions. It was not fair to her. And if he had to buy her contract back to Wilhelm, he would do it in a heartbeat. He knew he was tough on his daughter but it is how it had always been. Push hard, work hard, be the best. That was how he had raised her. To go beyond the limits, to always prove herself. Because that was how he went though life, by working hard to achieve his goals and he wanted his children to do the same. While he always had their backs no matter what, he and Lyanna had always made sure that they knew that nothing would be handed to them. But he couldn’t help but think that maybe they had been too harsh. They forgot that sometimes they were not strong enough to handle everything and they needed their parents' help.

In front of the hospitality, his daughter was waiting for him, a box in her hands where he assumed she put her belongings. She looked down and he hated seeing her like that. It reminded him of a time during Julia’s teenage years where she had shut out everybody in her life to isolate herself. It had been brutal and violent and Lyanna and him had taken a lot of time understanding what was happening in their daughter’s life. People had been cruel to her to an extent he never thought would be possible and when he learned it he had swore to himself that he would never put her through that again, that he would always protect her. A feeling of failure washed over him and without another word, he took her in his arms and held her against him, barely letting her the time to put away what she was holding.

“I love you, Ju. More than anything and I’m not saying it enough.”

He felt her slowly breaking down until the protective walls she had built around herself these past few days slowly started to fall down. Soon, he felt her sobbing against him, her arms securely put around her dad’s waist.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry to not be the daughter you hoped I would be.”

“Ju, darling, look at me. You are one of the best things that happened in my life. I could and would never dream of another daughter. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of all the hard work and dedication you put yourself through these past few years. I’m proud of the woman you become. I’m proud of what you stand for. If someone should be sorry, it should be me. For not being the father you deserve. I’ll be better, I promise. For you and Louis and your mom. Starting today, you are working for Ferrari. We are going to show Skoda what Leclercs are made of, okay? You and me. You are not working for me, you are working with me.”

“But, what about the gardening?”

“I’m going to buy your contract. I know you don’t want that, I know you are too proud to ask for help but they are unfair to you. And that I can’t tolerate it. And about giving Skoda half of what you earned, i’ll do that for you as well. It’s your money. You need it, you worked for it, you keep it.”

He felt her nodding against him and rubbed her back, kissing gently the top of her head.

“Now you focus on you, okay? You take a break, you go and support Ethan tomorrow, even if it pains me but I let it slide this time. And you come back stronger, with bright ideas that we will use.”

She looked up to him, her eyes puffy and red and gave him a small smile.

“Thank you. For everything.”

He kissed the side of her head, before taking the box on the floor and both of them headed towards the exit of the paddock, in silence. She took place next to him, in the Ferrari as he started the engine.

“Do you want to spend the night with us? We have an extra bed in the suite.”

“I think I would like that, yeah. I’m just going to text Ethan to let him know.”

“Poor boy will have to sleep alone in a cold bed tonight,” he joked.

“You don’t have to sound so enthusiastic.”

“I’m enthusiastic because it means pizza and movie night, your mom, your brother, you and me. How does it sound?”

“I can still call Ethan to join us, you know?” she teased him.

“No. Family night. No boys around.”

“So you and Louis are out, then.”

“We are not the same.”

She laughed lightly and Charles felt happier. He put the radio on as it was blasting old Italian songs that he started to sing on top of his lungs, being extremely off-key but not caring much about it. He nudged his daughter, silently asking her to do the same and it didn’t take much convincing from his part to make her join him. They soon arrived, way too soon for Julia’s liking.

Once in the suite, she was greeted by the warm embrace of her mom telling her how everything would be okay from now on, and her brother standing awkwardly. After her mom finally let go of her, she walked to her brother, stopping in front of him for a brief instant before taking him in her arms.

“I’m not mad, I promise.”

He nodded, standing still, when she finally let go, rubbing her cheeks to erase the traces of her tears and turned to her mom and dad.

“So, I was promised pizza and movie night…”

Her parents smiled as her mom went to collect her laptop and set everything up for the family. As for Charles he went to order two large pizzas while Julia was taking a well needed shower and borrowing some clothes from her mom. Once everyone was ready and the pizza was there, they settled on the floor and started to eat as Lyanna pressed the play button. Julia recognised the song straight away.

“Flowers and Crowns?” she asked.

“When I feel down, I play my favorite things. I think we could all use something that has a meaning for our family.”

The movie was old and you could definitely see that it didn’t age well but it always amazed Julia to see how talented her mom was and how similar they looked at the same age. They spent the evening laughing, a lot and crying, a little until Louis fell asleep on her shoulder, and her mom on her dad’s. She smiled seeing how Charles was taking care of his wife, making sure she was comfortable even if it meant he wasn’t. When it was late enough, he slowly took her in his arms to go to the bed. Julia shook Louis slowly to wake him up, making him groan.

“Time to go to bed, sleepyhead.”

She felt him nod and get up barely managing to stay awake on his way. She was about to follow him when her dad came back.

“Thank you, again, for organizing that. I needed it. Even if I feel like I ruined your weekend. It was supposed to be something fun and happy and I ruined it… I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. You managed to make it possible and for that I’m thankful, princess. What happened after is not your fault. You are not responsible.”

She shrugged, half convinced.

“For what it's worth, I was happy to organize that. And I’m happy for you and mom… I’ve never told you but you are an example of what love is supposed to be and look like. And I hope that one day, I’ll be able to find that.”

“You have Ethan, Ju.” said her dad.

“Yeah…” she sighed, not convinced, something her dad noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?”

“No he didn’t… It’s just… complicated, sometimes. I never know how he is going to act towards me. One moment he is funny and caring and I feel good with him, and the other he acts cold and looks like he wants to be anywhere but near me. It’s tiring.”

“Maybe you should just talk to him. I saw the way he looked at you during the party, not once did he look away from you even when you were busy everywhere else. He cares a lot about you. And maybe he doesn’t really know how to show it.”

“Yeah… maybe.” she ended up saying.

As she kissed her father goodnight and went to bed, she gave one last look to her phone where a text from Ethan, sent a few hours ago was waiting for her.

I’ve tried to see you tonight, but you weren’t in your room. I just hope that you are okay. I’m sorry about how I acted around you, lately. I want things to go back to normal between us.

She had to stop herself from throwing away her phone. Instead, she typed an angry answer that she probably should have proofread before sending, but she was sad and angry at the same time.

Fuck you and your ‘let’s go back to normal’. What is normal anyway? Hating each other? Being friends? Almost fucking me in a freaking corridor? A business relationship? Be precise because I’m tired of you and your games. I’m tired and confused. You are confusing. So please, stop. I don’t think I can handle another version of you. I need you to choose what you want to be for me. And by the way, I’m watching the Grand Prix from the Ferrari garage tomorrow.

To avoid any temptation she turned it off and hid it away before plopping down on her bed and falling asleep almost immediately.

Being able to watch the Grand Prix from the garage made her feel like she was part of the royalty. Everyone was looking at her and her family, trying to snap pictures and get a few words from them. It was overwhelming and she was happy to be safe away from it all. Her dad abandoned them quickly for some meetings as they were making themselves comfortable. Louis was in a corner, a book in his hand, sitting on the floor with bright red headphones as her mom was talking to some people in the team she had got to know over the years. As for Julia, she was focused on how the engineers were preparing the car, even daring to take a closer look and helped fixing a tyre as a mechanic was struggling.

“Are you trying to sabotage my car?” a voice came from behind and she quickly recognised Martin.

“You don’t need me. Ferrari can do that very well on its own.”

He laughed as he adjusted his suit.

“I thought you would be with Ethan.”

“I prefer to support my dad and his team today.” she simply said without further explanation.

“I hope we will be up to the job, then. It’s an honor. I’m definitely going to try my best. And if I manage to snatch a podium, I know who I should dedicate it to.” he winked at her, zipping his suit.

She couldn’t help but blush.

“I’ll be cheering on you, then.”

He was about to answer when her dad came back, not alone as Carlos was there too. Of course, thought Julia, he wouldn’t have missed Ferrari's homerace for the world. It was the occasion to test out the team and add some more pressure. She could see that her dad was closed off and she wondered if it was because he was scared of what was at stake or because he had just learned something bad.

The Ferrari were starting P3 and P5, right behind a McLaren and Ludwig’s Lamborghini. Kyle was P7 when Ethan was just behind him and Julia couldn’t help but hope that Kyle would be able to give Ethan a little bit of slipstream. She was sad for Romy that was only P15 after a disastrous qualifying session but if she knew something about her best friend, it was that she was a fighter. Julia was sure she could make it.

Soon the race started and for once, everything went well without any problems for Ferrari. Elijah managed to keep his P3 as Martin, after a nice overtake on the Mercedes in front of him was P4, a position he managed to keep even if Kyle was pressuring him a lot. As for Ethan, he was struggling. A lot. Julia didn’t know if it was because of the car or because of his driving but after mid-race, he let a few cars overtake him quite easily. She hoped it was a mechanical issue and nothing else. She would feel bad if because of her, his race was ruined. She didn’t need to add that to the pile of things she felt sorry for.

She thought she was in for a nice race, not the most exciting one, but not the most boring either when a crash was reported and she saw a Lamborghini out and embedded in the wall. She quickly recognised Kyle’s car and her first thought was for Romy. She had managed to come back in P8, Kyle’s crash was the last thing she needed to cloud her thoughts. Fortunately, he was okay and out of the car, even if he was slightly shaken. The race resumed, still with Ludwig in P1 and Julia hoped he would manage to contain Elijah’s Ferrari. Even if she was a Ferrari girl, her friendship with Ludwig mattered more than the car he was racing in. And she was the first one surprised. When he finally crossed the finish line, a few milliseconds before Elijah, she let out a little squeal making the whole garage look at her

Ferrari was happy too. A P2 was, indeed, not as amazing as winning the race, especially in Monza but it was still a podium in front of their home crowd. She tried to go to her dad that was still on the pitwall when a hand on her shoulder made her stop.

“Julia. Long time no see.” Carlos greeted her and somehow she felt like a rock had fallen in her stomach.

“Hey… yeah it’s been years.”

“The last time I saw you, you were running around, driving everyone crazy. Time flies. What are you up to? Still passionate about cars?”

She was expecting him to try to make small talk with her. She looked at him weirdly, trying to find the words when her mom approached them and she had never been more thankful for her sense of timing.

“Carlos… how nice it is to see you here.”

Behind the apparent politeness and softness of her mom, Julia interpreted her words as a warning. Even more when she felt her tense hand on her shoulder.

“Lyanna. Good to see you. Still around to support Charles, I see.”

“Always, yeah. I have this back. Today more than ever.”

There was a double meaning to her words, Julia was sure of it. She knew that Carlos was up to no good ever since she overheard the conversation between him and her dad. She knew that he wanted to oust Charles from his position of Team Principal but she didn’t know if there was something deeper than that.

“It’s good. He will need it.” replied Carlos, looking at her deep in the eyes.

“I’m sure he won’t. Charles has always overcome and coped brilliantly with every obstacle that life threw on his path. Little disagreements coming from insignificant people are not a problem.”

“We will see about that.” he gritted between his teeth. “I have to go, some important meetings to attend. I’m afraid I can’t stay for the podium ceremony but please, Lyanna, say to your husband that we will talk more soon.”

As he was leaving Julia turned to her mom.

“What was that?”

“Nothing important, don’t worry.” replied Lyanna.

“Because that was tense. I know that dad has problems with sponsor stuff because the results are not as good as they hoped they would be, but how bad is it?”

“I’m not supposed to tell. And I don’t want you to worry.”

“I’m gonna help dad. I need to know exactly how bad it is.”

“Don’t tell him I tell you, okay. But Carlos gave him until the summer break to go from P4 in the constructor’s championship to P3.”

“Audi is ahead by more than 40 points. We need a miracle.” gasped Julia.

“I know. Why do you think your dad is this stressed out?”

Julia looked at her mom worrily. She didn’t know if she could help reduce the gap between the two teams, it would be a lot of work. But she swore to herself that if it had to be the last thing she had to do on this earth, then she would make it happen. She didn’t know how but she would. Her dad had her back, now it was her turn to show the same thing to him.

On her way to the podium celebration, she found Romy looking defeated and sad. Julia’s first thought was to think that she must be gutted because of the race. And then she saw the glossy eyes of her best friend and she understood that it was not it. The blonde was going in the opposite direction from the podium which Julia found weird as she knew that Romy, no matter what, would not miss one of her friends' podiums.

“Romy?” Julia called her out, making the German girl turn to her.

“Ju’... hey.”

“The podium is this way you know, do you want to come with me? I was on the way.”

“No. I’m going to go to the hotel. I’m not in the mood to celebrate.” mumbled the blonde.

“What do you mean? You are always in the mood! Did something happen? Is it about Kyle’s crash?”

She saw a fiery look in the eyes of her best friend, telling her that she had seen right through her.

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

“So, something happened.”

“We fought. And I might have slapped him.”

“What? What do you mean, slapped him?” repeated Julia, astonished.

“I’m… I’m so mad at him! He lied to me! He didn’t trust me. I know we are not really in a relationship and he doesn’t have to tell me everything but… but I care about him! We shared so many things, I thought I knew him and it turns out that when something big happens in his life he doesn’t think I should be made aware of that. I hate him! “

“Slow down, Roms, I don’t understand what you are talking about.” Julia tried to calm her down, putting both of her hands on her shoulder.

“He didn’t see the car, Julia!” cried Romy.

“It happens… he wasn’t paying attention, it could have happened to anyone.”

“No. You don’t understand. He didn’t see it.” Romy emphasized the last words. “He is losing his eyesight, Julia. He might turn completely blind.”

Author's note: Many, many things to discuss in this chapter. Dad Charles, cute family moments, a threat on Charles and his role as a team principal (no hate towards Carlos, then again he makes a great villain) and finally my dear Romy and Kyle... What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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Feng Shui by BOSTON

You know, this is a piece out there somewhere

That she just wants to go out to the party and him

And there, he takes a variety of drugs out there, somewhere

And something out there somewhere

But, that's not what the piece is about

It is more about how young people from big cities

They're organizing their time, don't you understand?

Drugs are not the most important thing

Yeah, it was like that, Your Honor, I left the house at 9

The plan was clear, the rave on Smolna Street, I ate one Rolex disc right away, the pink one

I took a pawn with a friend, he had a bag of coke with him

Hop, I took out the eel and went my way

I felt something, that I did not feel anything, I threw a second Rolex disc

The pink one, and the idea came to my mind to spice it up a bit more

Eat acid after ecstasy and complete some cool phases

I got on the subway for cabats, because my diller has a cabin there

He hides the extra merchandise in the cabinet, and also the vinyls next to it

There are so many of them that he could normally play as a DJ somewhere

I am all smiling, my heart is beating faster and faster

I want to hug the passenger, not very pretty to be honest

But she, frightened, doesn't let it go and gets out

On Stokłosy, a tense guy is glaring menacingly, a fight is already in the air

Suddenly it says louder, Tolin, so I head to the exit

Who plays warm, who plays closing

Because I have to chase to Smolna Street

Who plays warm, who plays closing

Because I have to chase to Smolna Street

Well, you know, and then he says he comes out of this subway, no and ...

And already on this subway there,

Well, and there was such a situation

Dramatically to let you know

Empty platform, as is the balance of the account, the flight is full, so on 102

And there is a canary on the stairs, a ticket please or a card

Oops, my wallet is in a house, there's only cash in the trowel

I darken that like a blind goalkeeper, he catches nothing, I sneak out with one move

Something like Steven Seagal, I run as hard as I have in Scotch

I know the streets in the area, tangerines in a few minutes

There my diller is waiting for me, jaw tight

I throw a hundred to him without a word, Hoffman pulls up on his bike

And the lights in my head dance like in a kaleidoscope

I think to myself, it's so good, let the toe never end

As if to anger, the doorbell brings me down to earth in no time

Several indented guests enter - Alkofajki, dull laughs

On a clock in half to 3, it's high time to curl up like a tortilla (like a tortilla)

Who plays warm, who plays closing

Because I have to chase to Smolna Street

Who plays warm, who plays closing

Because I have to chase to Smolna Street

Who plays warm, who plays closing

Because I have to chase to Smolna Street

Instead of going down the wild elevator goes sideways - left, right, right, left

The pumpkin is bursting, a terrible torment, fortunately that there are remnants of coca in the pocket

I hope it will bring me upright, I have to stay level

So far I am retreating, and plans also include Smolna

I pour the goods straight into my nostrils, as if he took it away with his hand

I get up from the field, we are all not how rich

I take my phone to order some Uber, I look, my friend, I write, write

Where you are? Beautiful sounds flow on the dance floor

Hammer your brother on the dance floor, the wood will crack stiffly

I look for a white Skoda under the cage

I'm a bit cold in the middle of December and my driver is late

I want to take a rat for a turage and to keep my high

I keep breaking the lines without burning, then the Insignia pulls up here

A policeman jumps out of it and that would be it

Who plays warm, who plays closing

Because I have to chase to Smolna Street

I'm waiting for a taxi, but ...

You know what ...

I am a criminal? I'm under arrest?

Really, gentlemen, this is a misunderstanding

I, I don't limit it

It's not like ...

Your Honor, I'm not really an addict

I just like to play, I have a permanent job, I pay taxes

Roadworthy car, OC, AC, Office package is as good as English and French

And that sometimes I will take lines or there are good things

Although I wear tracksuits, I read Prust and I do not start fairy tales in the club, I do not grab women by the buttocks

I bow to the old ladies in the waist and lead them through the belts

She segregates her own and neighbors' rubbish

Let the Court believe my intentions, I promise I'll be polite

I do not want to go to jail, I will do everything in my power not to take anything else, God forbid

But I am begging you, there is a chance that I will make it to the closing, because Nucas is playing on the patio