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inspired  by : francesco bernoulli (cars 2) added inspo ! don draper (mad men) scarlett o'hara (gone with the wind), phyllis nefler (troop beverly hills), gatsby (the great gatsby), frank n furter (rocky horror picture show),  blair waldorf  (gossip girl). 

 francesco bernoulli: nyle dimarco - older: herny cavil ┆dob: june 27  ┆zodiac: cancer┆ occupation: race car driver┆ birthplace: porto corsa, italy┆orientation: non binary┆song: baby it’s you by london grammar┆ film: catch me if you can┆ education: college┆temperament: sanguine ┆mbti: ENTJ┆ alignment: neutral┆ abilities: mental manipulation┆ hogwarts house: ravenclaw┆  emoji:  ( 🤌🏼 ✨😘 🥇)

Monty was actually enjoying having a night where nothing else mattered but everyone enjoying themselves. He usually attended these parties in order to meet sponsors or work but tonight, he was going to drink and enjoy mingling with the people in town. Drink in hand, he wandered through the crow before bumping into someone. He immediately turned around to apologize. “Pardon me, it’s a little cramped here.” 

fran generally took pleasure in these sorts of events. the attention was flattering, particularly when they felt extra stunning in their outfit. they walked around  holding the hem of their dress so no one would trip over it, the price of beauty was becoming increasingly difficult, but one they wouldn’t trade. aware of their surroundings, they made their way across the a crowded area. when some idiota carelessly bumped into them.

ma stai scherzando  silently pondered while directing their attention up towards the intent individual. brows gradually softening as they recognized who it was that had angered them. 

𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵

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penelope gave herself a small pat on the back. she was proud of herself for learning something new. it took practice but she was learning. she watched carefully as fran signed to her. -sfogliatella?- she said repeating the same movement. -never had it. but i love sweets- 

penny was always learning things from fran. if it wasn’t how to sign it was something italian. something fancier than she knew of. fran had much more experience than she had with life and she always enjoyed spending time with them because they were like an older sibling. 

-are they chocolate?- 

the expression on fran's face changes dramatically. -never? really?- they signed back, shaking their heads in disbelief. no, no, they mouthed out. Frank couldn't believe that their friend hadn't had anything so perfect before. so sugary and light. the exact definition of summer. they definitely had to change that. they couldn’t let penelope just go on without having try something that brought them so much joy. aside from racing and well lightning of course. 

-it’s so delizióso. i might cry just thinking about it. a piece of home penny.-

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Vanellope’s heart was pounding out of their chest. They’d just beaten their PR. Months of practice and focus had lead to the numbers on the clock. Pulling their car to a stop, Vanellope took a moment to do a little happy dance in their seat.

They stepped out of their car, waving to the small audience that was forming. Popping the hood, they leaned into the engine and fiddled with a few bolts.

Standing back up, Vanellope turned and jumped, finding someone standing beside them. They watched the other person make some motions with their hands, cocking their head to the side.

“I"m so sorry,” they said, holding out their hands. “I’m not sure what you’re asking.” They bit their lip, trying to think of a way to communicate.

fran nodded his head as they took into account the words that were being mouthed to them. of course they wouldn’t know what he were saying, it’s not like sign language was something many people knew. it was rare and far inbetween to find someone who spoke their language. 

small gesture to wait with their hand, lips formed a welcoming smile. reaching into the pocket of their jacket for the tiny blue note pad they usually carried to scribble within the question they just asked.

[scusa, do you know who owns this car? sono sorprendenti!] 

          WHILE ARIEL LOVED TO  meet  new  people  and  make  friends ,  especially  now  that  she  was  human ,  she  couldn't  help  being  a  bit  taken  aback  by  how  the  person  simply  took  the  seat  before  her .  no  greeting ,  no  nothing .  figuring  chances  were  they  hadn't  seen  there ,  the  redhead  allowed  herself  to  gently  reach  out  and  tap  the  stranger's  hand .  ❛ hi !  are  you  okay ? ❜  she  asked  curiously ;  whatever  was  happening  in  the  object  the  stranger  held  must've  been  quite  important .

fran looked around, eyes bouncing from the bright screen to a pair of moving lips that were clearly asking him a question. a slight nod of the head, should be enough. the last time they checked, their agent was the only one who wouldn't be okay as soon as they hit "send." as they tucked their phone in their jacket, they found themselves smiling at the beauty.

fran stood by, observing the winning vehicle that clearly did not belong to him. they found themselves impressed by the time that had been displayed. it had been years since they last saw those figures. it was clear as the clouds in the sky, that this racer was in the wrong sport. a sparse audience began to assemble for the next race, but fran just stayed by the sidelines waiting for the owner of the powerful vehicle to approach..

 there was something about how the racer drove that had caught their attention. 

-this your car?- he signed to a stranger -do you know the owner?-

status: open location: anywhere except the casino

❛ it’s official, i know far too much about you now. ❜

-is that a bad thing?-

 they questioned, as if knowing too much about who francesco bernoulli truly is a bad thing. had them over share, share. but who else were they going to tell about their kinks. they weren’t ashamed of them after all. It didn’t help that they were five drinks , and someone should stop them at this point.

there were numerous aspects of life that fran appreciated. a decent drink, a fast race, and an occasional excellent fuck were a few of their favorite things. at least that was before they made a permanent commitment to the one individual who turned his world upside down. it looked good on him to take charge of the chaos that came with managing the pit stop. perhaps they were staring excessively, but they were helpless when it came to the mcqueen. they sat back with a drink and watched admiring the beautiful sight of blue jeans passing by.

they were now curious how long it would be before he realized that they were home a day early. 

@fastcrthanfast​

location :  no  idea  probably  a  coffee  shop  or  smth

          ❛ THIS MAY SOUND LIKE  a  ridiculous  question ,  but …  do  you  believe  in  the  butterfly  effect ? ❜

fran was obliving their surroundings as they waited for the barista to approach with his order. gaze forward, they watched as everyone was scurrying around. It turned out to be one of those hectic monday mornings. one they would rather be home than waiting in line for. they were scanning the room  when he caught sight of a young woman mouthing something they couldn't decipher.

soft smile as he tapped her shoulder 

-are you alright?-

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penelope was a woman of many talents. some may say jack of all trades master of none. but, penelope loved to learn many things. when she met fran she immediately started to learn sign. she still wasn’t the greatest at signing back but she was learning. -it’s okay!- she signed back with a wink. 

she read the message and let out a giggle, before sitting it in down an holding up a finger to say wait a second. -you’re literally the sweetest.- she signed back, it took her a moment because she was still making sure she was doing this right, -looking for something good to eat.- 

“am i getting any better?” she asked before letting out a giggle. 

-perfect- 

-come sempre-

minor hiccups, considerably less frequent than before. penny had clearly been putting in the effort. knowing that the people he considered significant in his life were truly attempting to connect with him in the language that mattered to them...that they were attempting to learn for once...made his spirit lighter. fran placed down the phone on the table with a broad grin on his face.

-my sweet tooth is craving a sfogliatella. have you had it before?- 

༶ ⋆

She recognized the motion for ‘you’ and ‘practicing’. Putting two and two together, she grinned. <Yes!>.

Serena tilted her head to read their words. Taking the phone, she messaged back. The prettiest face! Please don’t worry. It was the holidays - but you raced, right? Did you get anytime to rest at all? :’)

Taking out her own phone, she brought up a fresh page on the notes app and showed them, indicating that they could continue this way, with each their own phone.

fran let out a soft laugh, cheeks flushed over with a visible hint of redness. indeed, they were attractive. there was no denying that. but having someone other than themselves recognise the truth, filled them with excitement and a measure of satisfaction at the very least. as they hurriedly retrieved their phone to respond, they could feel themselves sit up a bit straighter [you don’t fall too far behind. of course. I am the most bellissimo. mama would be proud] lips curled upward as they added [ si, I raced, but i was not number one this time. very sad :( ] 

heavy sigh as they held their forehead with their free hand in utter defeat  [how was holidays?]

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“well, hello fran. good to see you too.” penelope giggled, “did you just miss me so much you had to sit with me?” penelope knew they hadn’t paid attention to what they had done.

fran reacted negatively to the prompt response their representative nasty agent texted. it seems that he was not pleased with the stubborn racer's refusal to hold a press conference to explain their defeats. fran found it incomprehensible; two losses were not the end of the world. they shook their head and placed the phone on the table with the display facing down, taking a much-needed breather.  lifting his gaze, they were stunned to find themselves sat in front of such elegance and beauty.

-sorry penny- they signed, reaching for their phone with a smile as they pulled open their note app to quickly type