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ellielatinagf · 1 year ago

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Lacrosse Ellie!!!

Summary: your best friend Dina invited you to a lacrosse game her boyfriend was in. Then you see someone who catches your eye.

Warnings: some mild profanity, I think that’s all

Part 2 | Part 3 | part 4

“Cmon Loser!!” Your best friend, Dina, giggled.

“I told Avery we’d both be there!” Dina said “And besides what else do you have to do other than watch tik tok?” You couldn’t bails on Avery. She’s been your friend since middle school. You loved Dina to death of course, but sometimes Dina was such a good friend she pushed you out of your comfort zone. She meant well.

“Fine…I don’t even know anything about rugby or whatever it is..” you hugged as Dina was picking out a cute outfit from your closet

“Lacrosse” Dina corrected “ and don’t worry about it, just cheer when everyone else does. That’s what I do” she joked causing you two to giggle. After getting ready you and dina walked to your high school football field. There was a huge amount of people which surprised you at how many people actually like the sport.

You and Dina sat in the bottom of the bleachers towards the middle for the best view of the game. Finally, someone on the PA system started to announce the players as players started to flood into the field.

“Ladies and gentleman please welcome the Santa Monica Wolves and the home of the Jackson Mustangs!” The man boomed. Everyone was cheering including yourself.

“GO AVERY!” Dina yelled and you laughed. Avery looked over and waved at you both in the stands and smiled. The whistle blew and in a flash the players started running and all you saw was the flash of the ball

“Wait Dina, what side is ours?!” You yelled over the loud roar of the crowd. Dina laughed at your confusion of the game.

“The right side. Our team is wearing blue and yellow” Dina said. You made an interesting face at the fact. Blue and yellow? Interesting choice. You watched the game, now starting to understand the rules. It seemed simple enough but you knew it must be more difficult to physically do. You watched players throw the ball with precision and speed. You started to think about how you would do on that field. Horrible? Probably. But worth a shot. Then your thoughts got interrupted.

*crash*

You looked in front of you last the railing used the seal off the crowd and field. In front of you was a player from your school under a player in grey uniform. The girl in grey got up and spat on the girl in your school uniform

“Watch it..pal” the girl shouted. She sneered and walked away

Damn she’s buff you thought. You saw her grip her lacrosse stick and wipe the small trail of blood off her nose.

You looked back at the other girl. The first thing you noticed was her auburn hair. It was short, maybe shoulder length. It was in a half up half down style. Then your eyes averted to her build. She wasn’t super buff like the other girl, But she had some muscle. You saw her get up. She was taller than you. You look at her face. Finally. Her face was sprinkled with freckles. Her pink lips were the shade of a cherry blossom. Those eyes. God…those green eyes. They looked like two shining emeralds. Her expression was angry, no, more than angry. She wiped her face. The sweat that made her baby hairs stick to her face were scattered around her hairline.

“Ellie?! Are you okay?!” Dina yelled at the girl. Ellie. A name for that gorgeous face. On second thought, the face was a bit damaged. Blood was gushing out her nose and trickling down her mouth. You looked at the back of her jersey. Williams. Ellie Williams. Hm..what about Y/n Williams? You shook your head at the thought.

“M’good” the green eyed beauty shouted back. She looked back at you. The eye contact was enough to make you faint. You felt your cheeks get warm. She gave you a smirk. A goofy, bloody smirk.

She ran back to the field. Unfortunately she got substituted for another player, but that didn’t stop your eyes from being glued to her.

“Dina…how do you know that girl?” You asked

“Els? She’s in my art class” Dina replied. Art? You love Dina but art isn’t really her style. She attempted to draw you in 8th grade and you wounded up looking like if peppa pig had a long lost sister who was secretly a crocodile.

“You take art?” You asked in a teasing manner

“Shut up I need the credits” Dina said playfully shoving your arm. “That’s where Ellie comes in”

“Okay Picasso” you chuckled and Dina gives you a sly smirk. The rest of the game your eyes are fixated on Ellie. Thinking about her. Her voice. How her lips feel. Her touch. You caught yourself and shook yourself back to reality. Just in time too as you saw the people in the bleachers start to walk off.

You and Dina wait outside the locker room for Avery. You and Dina talking about how to correctly spell gray. The door opens and it wasn’t Avery who walked out.

It was Ellie

“Hey Els!” Dina smiles and inspects Ellie’s nose and bruise

“Hey Din” Ellie replied. Her voice. God it was so raspy. The way she talks so non-chalantly almost made you obsess with her even more. You smiled at Ellie.

“Hey You” she smiled. Your heart did a backflip and summersault at the same time.

“Hey…bud” You cringed. Even Dina have you a sideways look.

Wtf? What did I just say…? WHY?!

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Um hi. I’m so dumb I’m sorry” you said starting to laugh out of nervousness.

Ellie chuckled and looked into your eyes again. Your breath hitched as she gave you a warm smile. You felt so…enamored by her you forgot everything. You forgot where you were. Hell you even forgot Dina was there. Who in fact was enjoying the show of watching you stutter over your words.

“You enjoy the show?” Ellie asked you softly.

“Me? Oh yeah it was cool. I mean until you got hurt but it was a good game” you said.

Nice one. Look at me, the rizz master.

“We lost princess” ellie chuckled

“I-I mean…we put up a good fight!” You stuttered. Ellie laughed and Dina was trying to hide her smile.

“I’ll catch you later babe” Ellie said walking away smiling and laughing. BABE?! That did it for you. Your face was so red you were gonna faint and have a stroke.

“Ooooh…Ellie Williams huh?” Dina asked smirking after Ellie left.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You asked knowing exactly what the brunette was talking about

“As your best friend, I approve of Williams” she giggled. Your face somehow got even more red.

“Dina…do you have Ellie’s insta…by chance?” You asked. For some reason, you needed that gorgeous woman

Okay it’s off to a rough start but bear with me😭 I might make a part two where reader makes an excuse to study with Ellie and learns more about her. Thanks for reading! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Credits for artwork: Izabesos TwT on Pinterest

#ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou2 #dina tlou #ellie williams #tlou fanfiction #tlou #ellie x y/n

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v-eight-lover · 9 months ago

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Mustang Monday; '65 Shelby GT350, 289 HiPo, 4 speed

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 2 years ago

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Velocity Mustang Fastback, 2023 (1967). A first generation Mustang fastback restomod by Velocity Modern Classics that has a contemporary 460hp Coyote V8 and either a 10-speed automatic or a T-56 six-speed manual transmission. Underneath there's a Mustang SPEC chassis built by Roadster Shop with rack-and-pinion power steering and 4-link rear suspension.

video here

#Ford #Ford Mustang #Velocity Mustang Fastback #Velocity Modern Classics #restomod #1967 #Mustang Fastback #fastback #Coyote V8 #1967 style #1960s #1960s style #2023 #retro-style

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jhoneybees · 2 months ago

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A Little Company.

THANK YOU FOR WAITING SO PATIENTLY LOVELIES, I'm finally posting a fic!! After so long!! This one has been cooking for a WHILE so I really hope you like it!! 🤭 And please keep in mind...

THIS IS FANFICTION, PURE FICTION

Characters: Late 70s!Cop!Elvis X 4 girls

Triggers/warnings: SMUT, seducing a cop, mention of God, alcohol, loneliness, body insecurities, handjob, blow job, subby!Elvis, baby talk, uncut, slight mention of erectile dysfunction, slight mention of arrest, swearing, teasing

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @hooked-on-elvis @theelvisprincess @i-r-i-n-a-a @thelonelyheart @polksaladava @iloveelvisss

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Faint chirping of crickets in the still, warm nights of Tennessee, the spinning of tires on endless gravelly roads scratch through the calm silence as a long tired sigh falls from a pair of lips, a notepad slipping into his breast pocket.

Elvis has been in the Police force for 15 years, he started out back in ‘61 and as much as he loves the job he’s getting a bit bored with it. Especially as he’s getting older, his energy isn’t lasting as long and he’s a lot more pudgy now than when he was at 26. He just can’t keep up with the youngsters nowadays, they outrun him.

Sigh

He gets into the driver’s seat. Elvis switches his sirens off, turning his cruiser around towards the opposite direction than that Ford Mustang was going, starting on his journey home.

Elvis just sits in patrol cars all day now and occasionally switches his sirens on to chase and pull over fellow drivers down route 64 who went over the speeding limit a few miles and write them a ticket. It’s what he has enough energy for these days. Elvis feels sad about it because once he decides to retire one day, what is he gonna do? Yeah, he’s got a lot of money saved and he can go live in Las Vegas or something but what fun is he gonna have? Gambling?

He shakes his head.

“Starting this Saturday!-” Click

Turning the radio off and going 70 miles per hour, Elvis lazily taps his fingers on top of the leather steering wheel. He leans his head back and just for a moment his eyes flick to look out the window out from behind his dark sunglasses, seeing a building with bright warm orange lights decorating the perimeter in the distance.

He turns his indicator on.

It’s really best that he doesn't think about his situation to be honest. He feels lonely when it's thought of for too long.

It's just in his younger days, being flexible and nimble and good-looking. Elvis gets jealous of his past self, sometimes. The amount of girls he was around, the amount of sex he had, the amount of parties he went to, he kind of misses all that. All the fun. He misses being that young.

If only he could experience that fun again.

Killing the engine, Elvis adjusts his sunglasses.

Ahem

Lowering his head, he takes a moment to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth, the dull click of his cruiser’s car door opening fills the still silence. Fresh humid air flowing into the vehicle.

“What can I get ya?”

The male wipes his knuckles under his nose as he clears his throat. A crooked grin sliding onto his lips. Police badge shimmering in the light of the bar.

“I’ll have uh…a peach brandy, thanks.”

“Comin’ right up.”

Elvis also doesn’t really hang with his friends that much anymore. Getting sick of their crude conversations, tired of their boisterous tussles. He likes playing rough, it’s just these days, he’s not up for it. He’d rather stay in bed.

He might sound lazy and…maybe he is.

The jiggling sound of keys hooked onto his belt loop, Elvis lifts himself onto one of the old leather barstools. Setting his brandy on the sticky wooden bar as he takes his sunglasses off to hang down his front.

He takes a small sip.

Life for him is just really quiet these days. Not a lot of exciting things happen. Most of the time he doesn’t mind that but on nights like these, where he’s sitting alone at a country bar, feeling bad for himself, he wishes he had something exciting that would happen.

A little company, possibly.

…

“Isn’t he cute?”

Flicking his eyes up towards a hushed voice, Elvis finds a group of four girls giggling with each other a few metres away from him. Glancing over his way every so often.

“Walking around like that…” one of them says, biting their lip.

He wets his lips, his eyes drifting somewhere else.

…

“Alone tonight, officer?”

“Huh?” Whipping his head around, Elvis’ eyes widen seeing the girls he saw before, surrounding him.

“A-Alone?”

They all nod.

“Alone at a bar, lookin’ like that?” a girl purrs.

Elvis is a little taken aback but soon he lets out a shy breathy laugh out.

“I uh…I don’t think ya should be talkin’ to a cop like that, darlin’.”

Another one runs her hand up his thigh. “We saw ya sittin’ here and thought you were a bit lonely.”

He swallows.

They’re not wrong.

“I-I-I well, I-I’m jus’ uh…” Chuckling nervously as his hand gently pushes hers away, another one goes to the opening of his shirt, fingertips buried in his damp chest hair. A breath emitting past his lips as a girl’s face gets up real close to his.

“Why don’t we have a lil fun, huh? Just the five of us…” She says suddenly with a very obvious hint of suggestivity.

A small grin appears on his face. “I-I don’t know about…”

“Have no one to love on ya at home…” One of them coos. Leaning in from his right as her hands sensually squeeze around the spot just above his knee. “It’ll be so fun.”

“Girls, I…”

“Lock the door, baby.” A girl giggles to another.

Thud

“D-Darlin’...” Elvis stutters shyly as a dark haired woman backs him into the wall. He doesn’t know how he got here, one minute these girls were seducing him and the next he’s locked in the women’s bathroom with all of them swarming him.

Grabbing his arms, playing with his hair and pulling at his uniform making the buttons fly off.

He should not be in this kind of situation.

He’s a cop.

“Mmm…my god…” The girl frantically kissing him, sighs. Pushing her fingers under Elvis’ jaw to bring him closer. Her other hand slides down his chest, getting tickled by the dark curly hairs as a noise vibrates in his throat.

“H-Honey-”

“Feel me, baby…I feel good.” The girl kissing him, whispers. Guiding his confused hands to rest on her denim short covered hips whilst the other ladies latch their mouths to his skin.

Elvis jolts at the unexpected feeling of someone’s teeth nipping at his collarbone.

“So sexy.” A woman moans out. Mouthing at his skin below his earlobe and a pair of hands unbuckles his belt. Hearing his keys hit the tiled floor, hard.

“Mmm…honey” Elvis softly moans, blushing.

The dark haired woman giggles. “Enjoying it, officer?”

“...M-Mhm.”

The girls all collectively giggle and Elvis is left standing there looking like a mess.

“But Girls, w-w-we really shouldn’t…”

One of them shushes him. “Oh c’mon officer, loosen up a little!” Smirking mischievously.

“He’ll surely be loosened up after we’re finished with him.” another girl quips, making the rest of them laugh.

Elvis should know what to do, he’s a cop. He should really know! But there’s so much going on. He can’t keep up, they’re all too quick.

“Girls!” He gasps suddenly as two of the ladies pull down his pants, leaving him in just his white underwear. Frantically reaching to somehow cover himself feeling embarrassment taking over his body, Elvis' breath hitches as all four of the women stop him and start baby talking.

“Calm down. Calm down, sweetie. We ain’t gonna hurt’chu. Would never.”

“Aww baby’s all flustered.”

“Let us mamas take care of ya, hm?”

“We’ll make you feel s’good.”

All their words making him redden in the cheeks and loosen his grip on the waistband of his pants.

“You just relax…hm?”

A woman’s hand tugging his underwear down, letting his surprisingly hard cock bounce free. Another dainty one goes to wrap around the girth of Elvis’ cock. Stroking it at a steady, slow pace. Earning the tiniest moan from his tightly closed mouth.

“You can be as loud as you want, baby.” A pair of lips pressing against the back of his hands comforts, giving him gentle, unexpectedly loving kisses whilst someone’s tongue runs along his jawline.

“Mmm…” His brain slowly begins to melt, hips stuttering to jerk when a thumb swipes his weeping tip lathering his precum around. Using it as lube as the hand moving on his dick, slides up and down firmly, stretching his foreskin back and forth. They give him that little squeeze that he personally loves. Surprised how this random girl would know what he likes.

“Bet your sweat tastes so good…” Another woman says, sensually. Dipping her head down to lick a stripe up the middle of his pecks, ending in between his collarbones making him sigh, then out of nowhere he’s feeling something warm and wet wrap around his cock’s head, sucking at it like a lollipop.

“Sh*t!”

Sending a much needed, electric shock up his sweaty spine.

Giggling

“Ohh, dirty mouth, officer.” One of the ladies joke.

His breathing ragged.

“G-Girls, I-...Ooh…”. A skilled tongue slipping under his shaft, Elvis feels it touching that vein that runs along his generous length causing him to moan and cause his legs to shake.”F*ck…”

“You were saying?” Multiple soft lips latching themselves onto his cheeks and neck, caging his face in so he can only look up at the peeling white ceiling.

Desperate sounding noises squeeze out of his throat as that warm mouth takes more of him inside. Hitting the back of the throat with a slight nudge.

Adding more of the delicious feeling of pleasure, deep in his balls.

“F*ck, honey-” Shutting his eyes, Elvis shakes his head from side to side, overwhelmed by a pair of hands fondling with his balls, his knees almost buckling from the pressure of thumbs rubbing them then two girls sliding their palms all over the swell of his belly, his head thuds against the pink tiled restroom wall sensing another mouth sucking on one of his balls. Like they're life depended on it.

“Oh god…O-Oh god…” His eyes flutter open as he whines.

His body tensing as his cock slides down a perfectly snug throat, hugging him in all the right places. He feels like he's just about to fall over the edge.

“Gonna cum for us, mamas huh?”

Elvis nods, breathless and hesitant. Watching as the two women kissing him drop down to their knees, all beautiful four angels kneel patiently for him to cum.

And when he does, he comes hard.

“F*CK!”

Strong waves washing over his body and shivers running down his spine, Elvis feels the two girls pull away before white ropes begin to squirt out of his cock, one hand guiding his hot release to every womens’ open mouths making his eyes bulge out of his head as his head lulls down to the lewd sight of his white juices coating their lips and chin. Some of it landing on their eyelashes.

One by one, watching them swallow making him blush.

“Y-You’re crazy- you’re all crazy.” He whispers, weakly.

Laughing

“Oh? Then you better arrest us, Officer.”

#elvis presley #elvis fans #elvis #i love him #elvis fandom #70s elvis #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis smut

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i2rizz · 5 months ago

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Fast and Furious! Pt. 4

Fandom: Blue lock | masterlist

Characters: Street racer!Chigiri x reader

Yall requested chigiri and nagi soo here it is!! Nagi will be in the next part btw

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The night was warm, the kind that made the asphalt shimmer under the streetlights. A low hum filled the air as the underground scene gathered at the outskirts of the city. Neon lights reflected off polished cars, and the scent of gasoline and burnt rubber created a heady atmosphere. But the only thing you could focus on was the man leaning against his crimson Supra, arms crossed and looking like he had just stepped out of a dream.

Hyoma Chigiri—the "Red Panther" of the racing circuit —and your boyfriend.

His gaze flicked up as you approached, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Took you long enough.”

“Had to find parking,” you shot back, playfully bumping his arm. “Not all of us get VIP spots just because we’re the golden boy.”

Chigiri rolled his eyes, but his smirk widened. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You grinned, stepping closer until you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with engine grease. “I better be, considering I’m the only reason you haven’t crashed that thing yet.”

His laugh was soft, but there was something about the way he looked at you—like the chaos around him didn’t matter as long as you were there. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You ready for tonight?”

“You mean am I ready to watch you annihilate everyone? Always.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping just enough to send shivers down your spine. “Good. Because I plan on making it a show.”

The lineup was fierce. Cars revved their engines, and the crowd surged with excitement. You sat in the passenger seat, adjusting your seatbelt as Chigiri settled behind the wheel.

“You know,” you began, glancing at him. “You don’t have to win every time. You could just… enjoy yourself for once.”

He snorted, his hands steady on the wheel. “You say that like winning isn’t fun.”

“It’s not fun when you’re pushing yourself too hard.”

He glanced at you, his reddish-pink hair glowing faintly under the streetlights. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I’ll stop worrying when you stop driving like your life depends on it.”

His gaze softened, just for a moment. “You know I race for us, right? For more than just the thrill.”

Your chest tightened, but before you could reply, the signal flared.

Engines roared, and Chigiri’s Supra surged forward. The world blurred as the car shot down the street, weaving effortlessly between competitors.

The first lap was smooth, almost too smooth. Chigiri held the lead with ease, his car gliding through the turns like it was part of the road. But by the second lap, the competition started playing dirty.

One driver in a black Mustang swerved aggressively, trying to force Chigiri into the barrier.

“Hyoma—”

“I see him,” he muttered, his focus razor-sharp.

With a flick of his wrist, he dodged the Mustang’s attack, slipping ahead with barely an inch to spare. The crowd roared, but you barely noticed, your heart hammering in your chest.

“You okay?” he asked, glancing at you briefly.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you shot back, your grip tightening on the door handle.

He chuckled, a sound that somehow calmed your nerves. “Relax. I’ve got this.”

But just as he said it, the wail of sirens pierced the night.

Your stomach dropped. Police cars swarmed the area, their lights flashing ominously. Chigiri’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t panic.

“Shortcut,” he said, his voice steady. “Docks or industrial zone?”

You quickly scanned the map on the dashboard. “Industrial zone. It’s risky, but it’ll buy us some time.”

He nodded, his grip on the wheel tightening. The Supra roared as he veered off course, speeding into the maze of warehouses and shipping containers.

“Stay low,” he murmured, his tone unusually soft.

You obeyed, ducking slightly as the car slid around a corner, narrowly avoiding a patrol. Your heart raced, but you trusted him—more than anyone.

By the time the sirens faded, you were deep in the industrial zone, the Supra hidden behind a stack of shipping containers. Chigiri turned off the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, Chigiri leaned back, exhaling slowly. “You okay?”

You turned to him, your expression caught between relief and exasperation. “Are you insane? We could’ve been arrested—or worse.”

He shrugged, his smirk returning. “But we weren’t.”

“Hyoma,” you began, but he cut you off, reaching for your hand.

“You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, right?” His voice was low, his usual cockiness replaced by something sincere.

Your resolve faltered under his gaze. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he replied, a hint of playfulness creeping back into his tone.

You sighed, leaning back in your seat. “I hate that you’re so good at this.”

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “It’s part of my charm.”

As the tension finally melted away, you found yourself smiling despite everything. Because as reckless as he was, as infuriating as his confidence could be, there was no one else you’d rather be with.

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gunsandspaceships · 14 days ago

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MCU Timeline: Captain Marvel

Over the centuries - war between the Kree civilization and the Skrulls.

1946 - launch of the Project PEGASUS.

July 4, 1950 - Nicholas Joseph Fury is born in Huntsville, Alabama.

~1963 - Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau are born.

Note: Calculations are based on the assumption that they were 18 years old when they entered the United States Air Force Academy in September 1981. The age could be different, so it is impossible to say exactly when they were born based on the film alone.

~1967 - Nick Fury graduates from high school and joins the army.

1980s:

Fury retires from the military as a colonel and becomes a spy. He serves in cities beginning with the letter B (Belfast, Bucharest, Belgrade, Budapest).

Kree scientist Mar-Vell takes a group of Skrull refugees and flees with them to Earth. There, she takes the terran name Wendy Lawson and begins work on a light-speed engine to save the Skrulls from the Kree.

June 1985 - Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau graduate from the United States Air Force Academy.

September 24, 1985 - Lieutenants Danvers and Rambo become active US Air Force pilots.

April-May 1986 - Maria Rambeau undergoes training at the USAF Officer School.

Note 1: She was probably a) with Carol; b) training to be a test pilot.

Note 2: I broke my eyes and brains trying to make sense of the dates on this form. Because I can't figure out how September 1985 to 1989 can be 5 years. So I don't know where to put Maria's discharge, in 1989 or 1990 or even 1991.

Between 1986 and 1989 - they join the S.H.I.E.L.D./USAF PEGASUS project as test pilots.

~March 24, 1988 - Fury joins S.H.I.E.L.D.

Note: it is complete BS that Fury is a Level 3 in S.H.I.E.L.D. after 7 years of service, including being a deputy in Bogota and a "friend" of high-ranking politician and Secretary of the DoD Alexander Pierce. He has his own rookie and is about to be promoted to Director! Bad job, Marvel.

June 28, 1988 - Carol and Maria buy tickets to a Guns N' Roses concert.

July 10, 1988 (Sunday), 8 pm - Carol and Maria attend the Guns N' Roses show.

1989:

Dawn - Carol wakes Maria up (as usual).

Danvers and Rambeau race to the base in their Mustang and Camaro, respectively. Danvers cheats by taking a shortcut.

An agitated doctor Lawson meets them in the hangar and attempts to fly the ASIS. Danvers takes the pilot's seat.

~7 am - the two take an unauthorized "test" flight in the light-speed aircraft.

Note: ~7 am is based on Carol's watch at the moment of Mar-Vell's death.

Lawson gives Danvers the coordinates of her secret lab.

As they reach space, they are attacked by Yon-Rogg, who was sent to capture the scientist and take her back to Hala.

ASIS hits the ground. Lawson reveals who she really is to Danvers and attempts to destroy the engine, but Yon-Rogg kills her before she can do so.

Danvers shoots the engine herself, destroying it and absorbing its energy.

She is taken to Hala (the Kree capital). The Kree give her a transfusion of their blue blood (Yon-Rogg's), alter her memories and suppress her powers with a chip implanted in her neck.

Note: The photo is labeled "06/23/1990" but was likely taken during an investigation that could take years.

Between 1989 and September 1991 - Captain Maria Rambeau leaves the Air Force.

1992-1995 - Kree spy Soh-Larr gathers intelligence on Skrull refugees on Torfa.

~September 1995 - Phil Coulson joins S.H.I.E.L.D.

The main events take place in early October 1995 (or, as a second option, in September). For details, see the end of the post.

~October 7, 1995:

120 days since "the last Skrull attack on the Kree".

Early morning on Hala - Danvers, now "Vers", a member of the Kree Starforce, wakes up from a dream with a scene from his past altered by the Kree.

She wakes up her commander Yon-Rogg and invites him to a sparring match.

They fight, but Vers loses control and uses his powers against Yon-Rogg.

He takes her to the Supreme Intelligence, the AI leader of the Kree civilization. The Intelligence allows her to go on a combat mission.

Starforce is sent on a search and rescue mission for the spy Soh-Larr on the "recently invaded by the Skrulls Kree border planet" Torfa.

Ronan the Accuser goes with them to blow up a Skrull stronghold on the planet.

On Torfa, the team is ambushed by Skrulls. Vers is captured by Talos, the Skrull general.

~October 8, 1995:

The Skrulls take Vers onto their ship and study her memories for clues that could help them find Mar-Vell.

They learn that she must be somewhere on planet C-53 (Earth) and set course for it.

Vers frees herself from the bonds and fights the Skrulls.

~5 am in California - After blowing a hole in the ship, she boards one of the shuttles and makes an emergency landing at a Blockbuster Video store in Los Angeles, Earth.

Security guy calls the police.

~7 am - a group of Skrulls led by Talos lands in LA.

Vers calls her team on a landline she modified, telling them her location.

Starforce head to Earth.

LAPD and S.H.I.E.L.D. (Coulson, Fury and his supervisor Keller) arrive.

One of the Skrulls takes on the appearance of Coulson while the real one is collecting evidence inside the store with Agent Keller.

Vers activates her beacon and meets Nick Fury.

Before he arrests her, they are attacked by another skrull.

Vers, Fury, and the fake Coulson pursue the Skrull. Vers fights him on a train, but he manages to escape.

Fury discovers that the real Coulson is still in Blockbuster and the one next to him is a Skrull. They fight, resulting in a car crash, and the Skrull does not survive.

~8-9 am - in the internet cafe, Vers searches for "Pegasus" and "Pancho's Bar" from the memories extracted from her.

She steals some casual clothes and a motorcycle and heads to Pancho's Bar, which is located near Edwards Air Force Base.

Talos knocks out Keller and takes his identity (but forgets his ID).

~10 am - a S.H.I.E.L.D. medical examiner performs an autopsy on the dead Skrull. Talos, posing as Keller, sends Fury to find Vers.

Coulson hands Fury the police report and helps "Keller" to return to Keller's office for the ID.

~12 pm - Vers makes it to Pancho's bar, where Fury is already waiting for her. They talk and prove to each other that they are not Skrulls.

~1 pm - Fury takes her to the Pegasus Project base.

~2 pm - while they are detained by the facility's security, Fury sends a message to Keller-Talos asking for reinforcements.

Fury opens the locked door using the guard's fingerprint, and the two head to the Records Department, meeting Gus the Flerken along the way.

Vers and Fury find Lawson's files and learn that 1) the ASIS light speed engine project was terminated; 2) Lawson was actually a Kree; 3) she died along with her pilot during an unauthorized test flight of the light speed aircraft.

Fury receives a message from "Keller" and leaves Vers. She learns that she was the pilot and calls Yon-Rogg. He tells her that Lawson was an undercover Kree agent named Mar-Vell. Vers tells him that her memories of life on Earth are returning.

3 pm - "Keller" arrives with other agents and accidentally reveals himself to Fury, calling him Nicholas.

Talos attacks Fury in the archives. Vers saves Fury and they escape.

They encounter Coulson, but he lets them go.

Vers takes Fury's pager from him.

They take a quadjet from the hangar and a stowaway, Goose, and head to Louisiana to see Maria Rambeau.

Ronan contacts Starforce and informs them that his part of the operation was a success. He insistently offers to "search and rescue" Vers, but Yon-Rogg brushes him off.

Back at PEGASUS Base, Talos receives the ASIS black box recording and learns that Vers is a Terran who worked with Mar-Vell. He takes Norex and heads to Louisiana as well.

~7 pm - Vers, Fury and Goose reach Louisiana and meet Maria and her daughter Monica.

8 pm - they tell them what's going on, Maria tells Vers what happened that day 6 years ago.

Talos enters the house, now without disguise, and explains himself.

He gives the Terrans the audio file from the ASIS black box, and Carol's memories return.

Talos asks her to help find the energy core (Tesseract) in Mar-Vell's laboratory, and Maria gives her a pep talk.

~9:30 pm - Talos is informed that the laboratory is not on Earth, but in orbit.

~10 pm - Norex, a Skrull scientist and engineer, begins work on adapting the quadjet for space travel.

Carol and Monica persuade Maria to take the co-pilot's seat.

~October 9, 1995:

Monica changes the colors of Carol's battle suit to red, blue, and gold.

Her grandparents take her to their home until Maria returns.

Carol, Maria, Fury, Talos, and Goose head to the lab, leaving Norex to pose as Vers for Yon-Rogg.

~7 am - Yon-Rogg reaches Maria's house and kills Norex after he fails an identity check. He calls Ronan to bomb the Earth.

~8 am - The Terrans and Talos find Mar-Vell's lab, which is also an Imperial Kree cruiser full of Skrull refugees. Talos is reunited with his family.

The reunion is interrupted by the arrival of Starforce, who capture everyone on board.

Danvers is brought before the Supreme Intelligence. She gets rid of the Kree implant that was suppressing her powers, and breaks free.

Goose swallows the Tesseract.

The Battle at Mar-Vell's Laboratory that ended in the Mojave Desert.

Maria kills Minn-Erva in a dogfight.

Ronan and the other Accusers arrive and launch ballistic warheads towards Earth. Carol destroys them all in mid-air and then blows up one of the Accusers' ships. Ronan decides to retreat.

Danvers sends Yon-Rogg, who has crashed on Earth, back to Hala with a message.

Goose scratches Fury's eye.

Night - back at Maria's house, Carol promises the Skrulls she will find them a new home and asks Fury to hide the Tesseract on Earth. She also gives him a pager she upgraded for him so he can call her if needed.

~A couple of days later, mid-October, 1995 - Carol and the Skrulls leave Earth.

~Second half of October 1995:

Fury eventually loses his scratched eye. He returns to duty, working on his idea for the Protector Initiative at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Los Angeles office when Coulson brings him prosthetic eyes to choose from. Fury looks through Maria and Carol's USAF files and decides to name the Initiative after Carol's USAF call sign.

Goose, who stayed with Fury, throws the Tesseract up on his desk.

Why October (or September):

The Official Timeline book and Fandom Wiki timeline tell us that the main events of the movie take place in the summer of 1995. Indeed, we see some indications of this in the film, such as this calendar in Maria's office that says "June":

However, other evidence tells us that it cannot be summer:

The yellow notice says, "Effective November 1, 1995." In the summer months, this may be too early.

Look at the posters:

The newest shows announced in mid-September, those announcing shows in July and August, are the oldest on the wall and are already covered with many more recent announcements.

The advertisement for the Smashing Pumpkins' 1995 album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness could not have been posted on the wall in the summer of 1995, as the album's recording was completed in August and the album itself was released in October.

While trying to convince her mother to go on the mission with Carol, Monica mentions The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (1:16:10), which began Season 6 on September 18, 1995 (and I couldn't find any VHS of that show, so Monica is most probably referring to watching the season on TV when it aired). The full moon in September was before September 18, and the full moon in October was on the 8th, which fits well.

So Maria might want to turn a few pages on her calendar (though that happens to all of us sometimes, doesn't it?).

MCU Timelines: Phases One and Two MCU Timeline: Black Widow MCU Timeline. Captain America: Civil War MCU Timeline: Doctor Strange MCU Timeline: GotG 2

#marvel #mcu #captain marvel #mcu timeline #carol danvers #nick fury #maria rambeau #monica rambeau #goose the cat #talos #phil coulson

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In descending order;

1970 Plymouth Barracuda total new redesign, moving from A-body to E-body platform, resulting in wider body & long hood. New design allowed for larger engines, including the 426 Hemi and 440. The 1970 Barracuda came in 3 versions: base Barracuda, luxury Gran Coupe, and sporty 'Cuda in coupe or convertible. Slant I-6 engines in 198 CID and 225 CID & V8s in 318, 383, 440, and 426 Hemi options. 0–60 mph in 5.8 seconds with the 340 6-barrel V8, and a top speed of 117 mph.

1970 Plymouth Duster 340 budget muscle car, all-new body design with 340 cubic inch LA-series V8 engine, starting at 275 horsepower at 5,000 rpm and 340 lb-ft of torque at 3,200 rpm with Holley 4-barrel carburetor & 4-speed manual transmission. As standard, had beefed-up rear suspension, front disc brakes. Quarter mile in under 14 secs at 99.77 mph & with Plymouth SCAT packages, could be cheaply upgraded. At that price point, 0 to 60 mph about 6 secs & top speed approx. 130 mph. Total 24,817 Duster 340s produced. Mopar’s giant slaying mini muscle car with base price, $2,547.

1970 Dodge Super Bee budget performance muscle car with unique front end design featuring dual-loop bumpers & twin grilles. Came standard with a 383 Magnum engine, Rallye suspension, and 3-speed manual transmission. Optional upgrades included TorqueFlite automatic or 4-speed transmission. 6.3L V8 with estimated 335 bhp & 425 lb-ft of torque, or 7.0L HEMI V8 with 425 bhp & 490 lb-ft of torque. 0–30 mph in 2.5 seconds, 1/4 mile in 13.8 seconds at 104.2 mph, and a top speed of 117 mph. Estimated 18,000 Super Bees produced in 1970, including hardtops, coupes & convertibles.

1970 Dodge Challenger R/T was muscle car to compete with Ford Mustang, Chevrolet Camaro & Mercury Cougar. Came in 2 series; Challenger & R/T and 3 body styles: convertible, 2-door hardtop & Special Edition hardtop. The R/T stood for "Road & Track". Standard engine was 6.4L V8 with 290 hp, but optional 7L Hemi V8 produced 425 hp. 440 Six Pack version had 390 hp & 0 to 60 in about 6 seconds. 426 Hemi version, with 425 hp, set a 0 to 60 record for the Challenger at around 5.2 seconds.

77,000 Challengers sold in 1970, including over 18,000 R/T models. Only 6,231 were equipped with 440 Six-Pack or 426 Hemi V8 engines. The 426 Hemi was the rarest, with only 356 produced. Was and still is a cult car.

#mopar #dodgehemi #dodge charger #dodge #dodge challenger #dodge dart #plymouth barracuda #plymouth #road runner #muscle car #auto show #cult classic #v8power #v6 #70s icons #hot rod #highway #road warriors

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First Look: The Hennessey H850 Mustang Dark Horse

Hennessey Performance, the world-renowned Texas-based hypercar manufacturer and high-performance vehicle creator, announces high-performance supercharged upgrades for the all-new, seventh-generation 2024 Ford S650 Mustang Dark Horse. The comprehensive turn-key package dramatically boosts engine output and enhances the appearance of the latest iteration of America's iconic pony car.

Ford's completely redesigned 'S650' Mustang Dark Horse is fitted with Ford's naturally aspirated Gen-4 Coyote 5.0-liter V8. The automaker upgrades the Dark Horse with GT500 connecting rods and a dual throttle body to earn a factory rating of 500 horsepower. The 2024 Dark Horse may be ordered with either a Tremec 6-speed manual (3.73 gears) or with Ford’s 10-speed automatic (3.55 gearing). Regardless of transmission choice, the track-focused Mustang features upgraded multi-piston Brembo performance brakes on both axles.

Hennessey's experienced technicians, who have been 'making fast cars faster' for 32 years, fit the Mustang's V8 with a high-performance supercharger and a high-flow air induction system, upgraded fuel injectors, and a new fuel pump. Calibrated with an HPE Engine Management software upgrade, the ‘H850’ Dark Horse produces 850 horsepower and 650 lb-ft of torque – a 70 percent increase in power!

To complement its potent powerplant, the Hennessey 'H850' Ford Mustang Dark Horse is visually enhanced with a stylish carbon-fiber front splitter, carbon-fiber side skirts, and a carbon-fiber rear spoiler. Completing the exterior cosmetic enhancements are a set of stunning forged aluminum alloy wheels. Hennessey's embroidered head restraints are fitted to the seats, while Hennessey's badging and script adorn the quarter panels and rear fascia. Unique 'Heritage' graphics are optional.

#Hennessey #Hennessey H850 #h850 #cars #tuned #mustang #first look #news #Mustang Dark Horse #ford #tuners #hennessey mustang #Hennessey Performance

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Can we get some modern John hcs?

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General Modern John Marston HCs

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- adopted by Dutch - Full sleeve tattoos - D+/C- average student - Dropped out of HS/ got his GED to work full time and pay child support - Firm believer that “condoms don’t feel as good” - his pull out game is sub par at best - On and off with Abigail - Definitely one of those muscle car douchebags - Owns a maroon colored 1967 ford mustang - Cares more about that damn car then anything else in the world - washes it at least 3 or 4 times a week - always speeds. Says the speed limit is “just a suggestion” - Double parks often - Secretly writes poetry - Also, not so secretly plays in an emo garage band on the side - Apartment is a certified bachelor pad - The whopping 24 inch tv sits on a cardboard box, and a single plastic lawn chair sits right smack in the middle of the room - Mattress is on the floor - And it’s covered in his clean clothes. He refuses to buy a dresser and has never owned a single coat hanger in his life - Refuses to wash the dishes. The sink is full and he has resorted to buying paper plates instead of actually dealing with it - We’re not even gonna talk about the contents of his fridge. Or lack thereof. Usually just orders out. - His silverware drawer has 1 spoon, 1 fork, and 1 butter knife, and they’re the only things he washes. - and by "washes" i mean he puts it in his mouth to wet it and then wipes it off with his t-shirt - The shower is completely empty aside from a bottle of dawn dish soap that sits on one of the shelves - Also probably washes himself with a literal kitchen sponge -Owns 1 bath towel and it hasn’t been washed since he moved in 5 years ago. He dries himself off with it after he showers so he thinks it’s still clean - Leaves it in a pile on the bathroom floor so when he uses it the next time he showers, it kinda stinks and it’s still a lil damp. - His skincare routine is splashing water on his face and somehow he has the clearest skin in the fucking world - Brings store bought food from the gas station to family gatherings - sleeps through his 11,000 alarms he has set on his phone all 5 minutes apart

#john marston #john marston hcs #john marston headcanons #headcanons #hc #hcs #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 john marston #john marston rdr2 #rdr2 #rdr #john marston rdr #rdr john marston #modern au john marston #modern au

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Boyfriend! Bakugou

Overbearing Bakugou finally gives in and lets his sweetheart drive his precious car. He never let anyone even touch the steering wheel but asked to let him teach you that he will try to do.

Warning! Discrimination against Chevy HHRs, the writer knows nothing about cars might be some errors, uses of the word love, use of the word baby, cursing, no beta reader, and mentions of NSFW but like two lines one explicit the other alludes.

Gender neutral! Reader. I was watching The Boys and this song omg.

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Boyfriend! Bakugou doesn't let anyone touch his car. That's his baby. He washes her once a week and details her seats all by himself for 4 hours every 2 weeks. Boyfriend! Bakugou who almost blew Denki's head off the first time he spilled chips in his car and swore up and down that nobody would ever drive his baby or eat in his car.

Boyfriend! Bakugou paid all that fucking money to have his 7.0L 4-speed V8 engine that generates 375 horsepower, Orange Boss Mustang with the black racer stripes delivered to him here in Japan. He happened to come across one while he was in America and had to have it. The way his stomach fluttered when he heard her purr for the first time. The smile that slid on his face when he drove her. After the shit he went through in America, he fully deserved it. I mean that car saved his life.

Boyfriend! Bakugou who now has his seatbelt on eyes staring into you with nothing but genuine fear as you put his car in reverse, smiling and promising him that nothing will happen. It took a lot to get to this moment. A lot of kissing and begging and doing that weird thing he likes, where he ties you up and brings out the Dynamite toy to play with. It took a lot of…energy.

Nobody gets to drive his car but here you are easing it through a parking lot. You weren't even on the road but you could smell him sweating. "It's okay" you coo at him, turning on your indicator before making a right turn. You look over at the blond and watch the excessive rise and fall of his chest. "Eyes on the road" he wheezed out.

Suddenly a blue car was on the left of you about to turn into the right lane beside you. "STOP!" Bakugou shouted, causing you to stomp on the brakes and making the car come to a screeching halt. You could practically hear his heart as he grabbed his chest and beads of sweat slid down his skin.

"Baby, you can't just do that" You watched the car make its turn and slowly fade out of vision. "You weren't slowing down, I had to" "Katsuki, there's a stop sign right there, and I'm only going 6 miles an hour" "Yeah way too fast, I only told you 5, you almost crashed"

You looked over at Blond and decided to park the car.

"You said you'd let me drive" You crossed your arms and glared over at him,

"I know what I said", "What you failed to mention is you'd micromanage me and act like a maniac".

"I'm not-" "Katsuki your screaming could've caused a crash", "You weren't slowing down" he pouted looking at you, mimicking you, and folding his arms.

You knew exactly what was going to happen but you didn't know he'd be so upset.

Finally throwing your hands in the air, you exclaimed "How about later then?" "No driving in the night" "Then first thing tomorrow and you have to let me drive, promise?" "Okay" "No, promise me Katsuki"

"Fine, fine I promise" he rolled his eyes, cracked the door, and walked over to his seat, when you passed him, you watched him morph back into his rational confident self. He closed the door and clicked his seatbelt, eyeing you till you did the same. His usual smirk made its way back to his face as his car purred.

"Why do you even want to learn how to drive, you know I can take you anywhere" he skillfully backed up his car with hand squeezing your headrest.

"Not when you're at work"

"Then I can send someone to drive you, you know I can pay for that"

"You promised and I want to learn"

"Why, you want to drive away from me so badly?" his eyes focused on the road.

"Katsuki, if I wanted that I let some guy with a Chevy HHR teach me to drive" The car practically rumbled with his hearty laughter,

"But seriously-"

"Katsuki, I want to learn this for myself, I want that freedom to go wherever I want" It felt like begging but you could tell you won him over by the twitch of his nose. It took just a little nudging to get him moving where you wanted.

He took a sharp inhale, "Fine, but you have to promise when I'm done teaching ya, you don't use your new skills to do any evil, cause then I'd have to arrest ya and give you all types of bad punishment"

"I promise I'll be good" he smiled and reached his big hand over to rest on your thigh, rubbing tiny circles with his thumb, you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Tomorrow, promise?"

"I promise, love"

Boyfriend! Bakugou who never lets anyone so much as dream of driving his car finds himself moving over albeit slowly to let his lover sit comfortably in the driver seat.

#Spotify #bakugo katuski #mha bakugou #reader insert #bnha #bakugou x reader #car bakugou #mha fanfiction #hes so stressed out #Its like learning with your dad #He really means well though #bakugou drabble #Saitama'swife.bkg

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The Forgotten Mach 2: Ford's 1967 Mid-Engined Mustang Prototype

In the Swinging Sixties, Ford's promotional photo featured a stylish couple beaming with joy as they prepared to take a ride in the Mach 2, essentially a mid-engined Mustang. This sleek, closed coupe boasted a 289 V8 engine, ZF 4-speed transaxle, and amenities like a radio and heater.

"Wait a minute", you may be thinking, if you're old enough to remember the Sixties, or if you've been reading this blog for awhile. "Wasn't there a mid-engined Mustang before there was any other kind?" Well, yeah, there was a drivable concept car based on the front-drive German Ford Taunus V4 powertrain, the Mustang 1*, but that was in 1962, and the roofless projectile seemed to be aimed mostly at SCCA racers ...

The Mach 2's story began in 1966, when Ford's Total Performance program aimed to infuse the GT40's mid-engined glamour into a production car. A Mustang convertible chassis was transformed into a concept chassis by Kar Kraft, incorporating Mustang front suspension, front disc brakes, and Galaxy rear drums. The independent rear suspension was borrowed from engineer Klaus Arning's patented multi-link design for Mustang 1.

Two running prototypes were built, with fiberglass bodies styled by Gene Bordinat's team. The first, a white car intended as an SCCA-ready weekend racer, suffered from chassis flex, while the second, a red example, had a reinforced chassis. The red Mach 2 was showcased at auto shows and featured in car magazines.

With a 107-inch wheelbase, similar to the new Corvette C8, and a weight of around 2,600 pounds, the Mach 2's performance was lively. Ford envisioned pricing it around $7,500, slightly above the Shelby AC 427 Cobra.

However, the Mach 2 program was ultimately scrapped. Ford's success with the Mustang and Shelby's modified versions meant that the Mach 2 was relegated to the sidelines. The white test car was crushed, and the red prototype was returned to Kar Kraft, disappearing from public view.

Rumors of the red Mach 2's fate have persisted, with some speculating that it may still be hidden away, waiting to be rediscovered. The possibility of finding this forgotten prototype has captivated car enthusiasts, offering a glimpse into an alternate history of American automotive innovation.

1967 Ford Mach 2

The 1967 Ford Mach 2 was a mid-engine sports car concept that was never mass produced. It was a two-seater with a GT style, low-sloping hood and front fenders, with a body made of fiberglass. Ford built the first one which was based on a shortened version of the 1966 Mustang convertible floor pan. Two more were built by Kar Kraft based on 1967 Mustangs and powered by a 289ci high performance engine mounted in the middle of the car. It had a five-speed manual transmission, independent rear suspension, and adjustable pedals derived from the 1962 Mustang-I.

Two fully functional prototypes were built:

• Red prototype: The production car candidate, with a revised engine cradle, adjustable Koni shocks, and a redesigned front end

•White prototype: A development mule for racing, with a modified 289, competition-spec components, and a lighter fiberglass body.

The Mach 2 was extensively tested, but the results were not encouraging. The road car handled well, but generated too much body roll at high speeds. The race car's chassis was not stiff enough, distorting under heavy loads. By the fall of 1967, Ford's designers had shifted their focus to the Mach 2A, and the three Mach 2 prototypes were left with Kar Kraft for disposal.

#Mach 2 #car #cars #muscle car #american muscle #ford #Mid-Engined Mustang Prototype

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agendabymooner · 2 years ago

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mean ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

"all you are is mean. and a liar. and pathetic."

summary: sylvie hearth and max verstappen didn't think that their friendship would come to the point where one of them would be attending a court hearing and earning money out of it. they also didn't think they'd come to the point where their friendship shifted into something more than "friendly." (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

content warning: literally blurb/filler chapter, use of explicit language, brief court hearing scenario, spoiler: sylvie is getting a hot wheels shelf, shitty ex-friends, mentions bullying, defamation, protective!Toto, they're so in love and it's so apparent

note: mustang and cadillac are at it again :))) i also do not know much about where max's karting career as a child?? so forgive me if some of them are incorrect

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Sylvie Ford’s Former Racing Academy Issues an Apology Five Years After Her Expulsion, Claiming The Report of Misconduct Was False.

Red Bull Racing’s Max Verstappen Addresses Sylvie Ford’s Expulsion from Their Academy - The young driver publicly expressed his guilt for believing the false information.

Sylvie Ford Sues Former Academy Classmates For Defamation and Emotional Distress — The Defendants Hoping to Receive $1M each for Damages in their Public Images.

2017

“This complaint was filed by Miss Tilly Hearth on February 12, 2008.”

“Yes.”

“Can you please tell us more about the complaint?”

“I don’t know much, but from what I am told, it was against me.”

“It says here that the report was made two months after Miss Hearth entered the Rotax Max Minimax class. You have been constantly teasing her about her abilities in the tracks.”

“If that’s what it says there,” Matt Bauer’s face remained impassive as he continued to look straight ahead.

“Looking at the records, it’s almost as if there is a report filed against you, Mr. Elias Whittaker and Mr. James Hudson every other month for the same reason from the same person— which is bullying,” Sylvie’s lawyer, Alicia, said.

“Objection,” the man’s attorney said from their table, “argumentative.”

“It’s not, Attorney Peterson,” the judge said, “Attorney Mason is simply stating the reports’ reasoning. Unless you missed something while you’re reading the evidence?”

Sylvie sighed quietly, her chin resting against the table while listening. Her other lawyer, Kim Halloway, sat next to her. The man nudged her side lightly, making her tilt her head in his direction before shooting him a smile.

She was getting bored of the hearing. But now that she thought of it, Aimee and Stevie were feeling that way somewhere in the back room.

This was way worse than Legally Blonde if you were to ask any of them. But then again, the Hearth sisters never really expected to find themselves in the court at this early stage of their adulthood.

It was already 2017, and what was a better way to start the year than to find out that your sister was bullied and kicked out of the academy without your knowledge? Not even their mother knew what happened, just that she left the class and continued her education.

Sylvie was headstrong, and she never backed out of a challenge. After each time her sister Tilly reported what she saw, Sylvie merely shrugged it off. She ignored the boys’ behaviour so much that she couldn’t face the consequences of her mental health.

Her family had been disappointed, of course, because why would she hide it away? She would’ve gotten the help that she needed. But the disappointment didn’t last long. Instead, they all started to find a way to speed up the process of the hearing— finding the best lawyers in England and getting each evidence to support her case.

And when Max Verstappen promised he’d be there for her, he never lied. He spent his Christmas with Sylvie and her family as they worked together on stating the case and essential details. Max decided not to spend his time with Dad, just telling him he’ll spend his time in England with Lando. Victoria had flown in to spend the holiday with him and their mother, Sophie, but left after.

He spent so much time with her that he nearly pissed himself whenever Toto visited the estate with Tilly and their son. Toto still didn’t like Max, and it was apparent. Was it because he was a Red Bull driver, or was it because he was a boy who was acting way friendly with Toto’s sister-in-law? Max really couldn’t tell. Looking at the Austrian man who would immediately turn his way was hard.

Regardless, Max remained there. By the third day of the hearing, he was brought up to provide his testimony. He gave them everything that needed to be heard, including how his “friends” manipulated him and how he felt so guilty about not finding out sooner.

And speaking of friends, Matt Bauer and the other two tried reaching out to Max, but the Dutchman didn’t have it. He never looked in their direction whenever they were outside the court, only keeping Sylvie close as they walked out of the courtroom.

So yes, this was more boring than Legally Blonde. Because Max wasn’t there as he finished his duty and nobody could sass her beside him. This wasn’t the kind of hearing she wanted. She really wanted him to chat shit.

She might text him after this.

The lawsuit hearing ended when the jury decided that Sylvie Hearth won her case. Therefore, she was receiving £1.5 million from the three men. Of course, they were outraged, but it was their fault that they had acted like fools. They couldn’t use the “boys will be boys” as an excuse because they all knew that even Max and their other racing friends wouldn’t do something as stupid as falsely exposing their only female counterpart, who had been kind and honest to them.

Hearing his phone going off, Max Verstappen peered down at his screen and found Sylvie’s childhood photo and her specific ringtone displayed. He excused himself from his father, who had asked him where he was going. He merely waved off Jos, going outside to answer the call.

“Hello,” he greeted her. He really should have worn earplugs.

“MAX EMILIAN!” Sylvie screamed through the other side of the call, “WE WON BITCH!”

“YAY!” Max nearly jumped up and down in joy as his smile widened. “You won!”

“I’m a million and a half pounds richer, Max!” She cackled hysterically, “They’re paying me a million and a half!”

“Look at you!” He exclaimed, “And I thought Christian’s paying you well this year.”

“A million and a half…” she muttered quietly before saying, “You know what that means, Max?”

“What?”

“WE CAN GET A CUSTOM HOT WHEELS SHELF FOR MY FLAT!” Sylvie squealed in excitement. Max could hear the kicking of her feet from the other end. “Max! My collection’s going to be displayed!”

Max only laughed at her excitement. He definitely missed her. This Sylvie, he meant. He missed Sylvie, who would get excited over any ordeal. It could be her podium win or the downfall of their enemy— he didn’t care; he missed Sylvie like this. God, the things he would do to see her giddy face.

Maybe it was terrible for him to laugh at his ex-friends’ demise, but it wasn’t that bad if Sylvie got the last laugh. Perhaps next time, they shouldn’t treat anyone like that again— they’d still be able to keep half a million pounds in their bank account if they decided to do so.

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