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cw: dead dove content, fem!joel miller, butch!joel, large age gap (34 years), ex gf's mom!joel, mentioned catholic guilt (sort of), religion induced internalized homophobia, unhealthy codependency, not proofread
“It's wrong.” Joel mutters. Mulling over the thought of the morality of what they’ve been doing. A nagging reminder clawing at her chest as she crawls behind you, belt unbuckled and calloused hands tugging at the naive girl’s hips. You were never a good eater, always skinny, tiny and less defined than your siblings growing up. Joel felt disgusted with herself. At fifty-six years of age, Joel has no business sidling behind a mere twenty-two year old in bed. She's nearly thrice your age. She’d watched you grow up. Running around the QZ, bartering your way through the streets and sneaking around just to survive. But now? It was like little ole you had sprouted up like a beanstalk after leaving Boston QZ when everything started to spoil. You’d latched onto her, with nobody left, tagging alongside her and Ellie. The thought makes Joel’s stomach turn. She watched you *grow up*. You're not much older than Ellie. She's old enough to be your mother. Joel vows at that moment to push the thought down and pray it never rears its ugly head again. Her rough hands pull you in by the hip, tugging you closer. She latches on like you're a lifeline– and that's because you are her lifeline. You're all she needs. She’ll wander out during the day, grabbing whatever you ask for, just to appease you, while leaving you locked away in her Jackson home, left to your own pathetic devices like some demented housewife.
Your hair is longer than it used to be and it smells like the soft pine shampoo Joel uses mixed with sweat. It's comforting. Joel doesn't like being away from you. With your signature smell of something sweet and soft notes of woodsy vanilla. She missed the soft, clingy scent of her girl. Joel isn't sure how she survives her weeks long scavenges without you. The thought of her leaving you leaves a sour taste in her mouth. The first time was the hardest, but it never got easier.
She remembers the first time she’d taken a three week scavenge alongside her baby brother Tommy vividly. She’d upped and left without warning the first time. Ridden with guilt and shame coursing through her veins for messing around with a barely twenty-two year old girl. Walking into her barren home in Jackson, copious amounts of goods strewn over her shoulders in rucksack bags, the house is quiet and dark. There's an eery silence in the dark. As she’d progressed further, her consequence had shown itself. Picture frames shattered beneath her tattered boots, her carpentry tools embedded in the walls. Joel is livid. Her newly started home projected splintered and destroyed. And you? You're far past livid. When Joel finds you, your voice is hoarse and your fists are clenched at your sides. You scream until your chest hurts and tears bridle and prick at your eyes. She’s left you alone for three weeks. You didn't quite like that, Joel learned- the hard way, at that. Joel tsks at you in disbelief and that's your final straw. You pack a bag and leaves that night. Joel doesn't hear from you again for nearly two weeks. You avoid her in the small town as best as you can. It's doesn't work for long. Joel gets fed up and coaxes you back home. She tells you that nobody is going to take care of you how she does. Tells you that if you're not with her, you're as good as dead.
You adjust. You're forced to. Crippled with the fear that without Joel, you'd die. She’d protect you. Just stay home and stay put. That was her only rule. You’d do good to follow it, too. All you had was each other. All you had was late nights with your limbs tangled together in Joel’s cold bedroom (only when Joel wasn’t away) and stolen kisses in the town’s square. Nobody needed to know what you had. Nobody was supposed to know, anyways. You didn't need anything else, Joel often insisted. Joel didn't have much, but God, were you her everything. You were her Achilles heel. Her kryptonite. Co-dependent on one another. Weirdly attached and stuck together.
Cockily, Joel knows that she’s enough to keep you entertained and confined to her- *your* home. Enough to keep you tucked away in the cotton sheets of her creaky, too big bed. Quiet, compliant, almost like a housewife.
The ugly thought rears its head again. She’s so disgusting. She’d watched you grow up barefoot, in dingy clothes and oversized coats, all the while running around the Boston QZ through FEDRA soldiers with no cares in the world. Confined to the tiny FEDRA military school, you’d learn for most of your days, alongside your siblings, and by night, you’d wander and creep into the tiny crevices to avoid the imminent curfew imposed.
The thought makes her tense and it stirs you from where Joel is clinging onto you from the backside. She doesn't like to think about the past. About how you’d been Ellie’s girlfriend, first. Bright eyed and twenty years old, tagging along with Ellie. Joel feels sick to her stomach. Your first real girlfriend. Joel knows that your first girlfriend would never match up to her- wise, mature and experienced. Joel tries to ignore the fact that she's comparing herself to Ellie and tries to compartmentalize and push the thought away.
Joel’s chest throbs at the mental picture- she envisions you- her beautiful girl, clad in a flowy sundress, wildflower bouquet tucked into your clasped hands, grin wide and toothy, smiling at Ellie with the power of a million suns. You look exactly how you did at freshly twenty, kind eyes and welcoming, soft aura. Ellie looks enamored with you. Bile licks at the turmoil of Joel’s stomach.
Joel’s never felt more guilty in her life. The thirty-four year age gaps brings back a repressed feeling she hasn't felt since she was thirteen in the confessional box of a Catholic church.
She remembers how she felt every time she was in that box. Adjacent to a priest, body burning as she warbled out her sins, apologizing and begging for forgiveness. She remembers how she’d begged for God to fix her. To make her normal. To take away the tainted blood coursing through her. To make her stop liking girls and make her like boys instead.
It's a sort of visceral guilt that plagues Joel when she's with you. It's addicting. It's a sort of guilt that makes her sick to her stomach and makes her wish she’d had repented and prayed a little harder as that thirteen year old girl in that confessional.
You move around beside Joel and push to sit up. Your hair is messy and plastered to your face with sweat. Your soft features are so much more noticeable underneath the flickering yellow overhead lights of Joel's bedroom. She needs to change that bulb, she thinks, trying to distract herself from you. You've got that angel-like face. Too innocent. Too pure. Joel is tainting you. If Joel’s cunt starts to throb in her unbuttoned jeans, then that's between her and God.
a/n: this is 2-3 years old & not my usual writing style so i apologize in advance...!
cw: college/university au, top!ellie x cheater!reader, not proofread, strap-on sex, draft from like 2023(?), fwb!ellie, gf!abby
You are irrevocably and undeniably in love with Ellie Williams Abby Anderson. Your amazing, funny, strong girlfriend. Or at least… that’s what you think!
It’s a good thing you don't get paid for thinking. And to be frank, you aren't even that good at thinking anyway. You're all Dior lip oil, Chanel pink-toned blush, and shimmery eyeshadow. You're not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to the thought department, but your looks definitely make up for it.
Besides, why would you ever need to think when Ellie has you so full of cock every Friday night? And when it's not Ellie, it's probably your girlfriend. Or whatever buffed up frat butch you could get your hands on.
That brings you to your current situation. Ellie Williams, the infamous senior frat boy(girl?) and best friend to Abby Anderson, currently has you bent over your makeup-cluttered Hello Kitty vanity. You, the cute, bright-eyed sophomore that everyone loves, bent over like a common whore for the biggest playgirl of your university. Your cheer uniform is rumpled and wrinkled from where Ellie has been manhandling you and tugging it up to get to your bare skin. One of Ellie’s (frustratingly, sexy) large, warm hands resides on your hip, fingers splaying over your stomach, pressing your dangly belly button piercing into your skin. The mere touch is enough to have you woozy and aroused- if the red, pretty smarting cunt between your legs was anything to go by.
Ellie plows into you relentlessly, digging your hips into the rough, wooden edge of your dressing table. The sheer force of Ellie’s ceaseless thrusting has your vanity wobbling, makeup clattering to the floor, and a plethora of forming scratches in the paint on the walls of your dorm, leaving shards of pink peeling paint to flutter around the legs of your vanity. You, ever the raging cockslut (or strapslut, really), wince as you watch your favourite perfume clamour to the floor, shattering into a pool of glass and vanilla scent notes.
“Els, you are so- Ah!- buying me replacements for - oh god- my makeup and perfumes after this!” You whine, hands scrambling to grab the hand grasping at your hips. Ellie wrangles her hand free from your grasp, opting to press you down by your head from the back. She forces you to arch even deeper with the newfound leverage she has over you. The new angle allows her to ram into the warmth of your cunt with a concerning amount of strength and accuracy, but you're not complaining. Ellie’s heavy belt buckle beats into the back of your thighs, leaving pretty red bruises in its wake.
“I’ll buy you all the makeup you want, babe. I’ll buy you anything you want,” she drawls, tightening her grip around your neck and speeding up her pace. It feels as though the air around them gets hotter and thicker and you feel like you're suddenly starting to suffocate.
“I don’t get how- shit- how Abby doesn’t fuck you every living second of the day. You’re so tight.. But it's okay because I’ll fuck you anytime you want. I’ll do it better too.” Ellie grunts and you drop your forehead to the cool wood surface of your now barren vanity. With every thrust, Ellie punches out a series of staccato ‘ah’s out of you. Ellie’s hands are everywhere and you feels dizzy.
You shouldn't enjoy the way Ellie calls you babe, or the way Ellie blatantly slanders her best friend, but she does. You enjoys the way Ellie is rougher with her, unlike her *actual* girlfriend. Abby is gentle in every sense of the word. Soft hands, slow kisses, and even slower fucking, which you hate so much.
Ellie is teeth and belts and bruises and everything that you want. She’s blunt and harsh, uncaring of the way you cry and whine because she knows. She knows how you crave to be tossed around and slapped from time to time. Ellie doesn't care about how you feel. All she cares about is getting her fix of you every Friday, without fail.
Her hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, gripping as tight as she possibly can. Her hand weaves around, ring-clad fingers curling around the expanse of your throat. And she yanks. She yanks hard. The sheer force of it all makes your tongue loll out of your mouth. Stringy globs of spit trickle down your tongue, shining beneath the fairy lights adorning the Hello Kitty-shaped mirror. Ellie's chest is flush to your back and she can feel every point where you both are touching. Your skin is slick with sweat. And your body glitter from the game they just came back from is definitely rubbing all over Ellie’s baggy jeans. Your eyes are screwed shut under all the pleasure Ellie is beating into you, but you can vaguely make out the shape of your vanity lights as they bore against your eyelids.
“Look at yourself. So pretty and messy for me, yeah?” Ellie’s breath is hot where it fans against your piercing littered ear. The smell of spearmint assaults your senses harshly, and it's all you can focus on. Shakily, you drag your eyes up to your face in your mirror, staring at your reflection. Your mascara is running, lashes in thick clumps, and you’ve got lip gloss smeared onto your cheek. You are pretty, and you preen at the prospect of Ellie thinking so too. The top to your uniform is pulled up, with your chest on display, belly piercing shining and twinkling every time Ellie slides out and back in, and your skirt rests low on your hips, unzipped and unbuttoned, just barely covering. Ellie pulls out, mesmerized by the way your pretty little hole flutters, begging to be filled. Ellie taps you on the thigh, motioning for you to turn.
You obey- you obviously want to get fucked within an inch of your life, and Ellie is doing just that- and turn, so you're standing before the her, gazing up at her. Big, brown eyes stare back at you and you can feel your breath hitch in your throat. Ring-covered hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer. Her hands dwarf your hips and you can feel your cunt slick up at the size difference. Ellie drops her head down to your neck, peppering light kisses and dragging her tongue across your collarbones. You wrap your arms around Ellie’s neck, silently thanking the platform Converse gods for the extra height. You slam your lips together, getting lost in the mix of spit and teeth. You can taste your lip oil on Ellie’s mouth alongside the familiar flavour of her favourite gum. It’s a really fucking gross, but you're stupid horny, so you can get past it.
You pull away, much to your displeasure, panting like a dog. Both of your faces are sticky with sweat, paired with swollen lips and wandering eyes. You push Ellie onto your bed, letting her adjust so that she’s lying flat on her back. Your manicured nails find the waistband of Ellie’s baggy jeans, tugging them down a little farther to her knees. Your long French tips scrape the divots of Ellie’s stomach and her hips jump, strap bobbing with the force. Her cock rests against her toned stomach and her head tilts out of curiosity, wandering eyes falling on the bare expanse of your tits in front of her face.
“Be quick, babe. You know we have to meet Abby for the party soon,” Ellie tuts, grabbing you by the arm roughly, yanking you upwards. As soon as your legs swing across Ellie’s lap, the unmistakable ringtone of your phone rings. Ellie sucks her teeth in annoyance, shoving you off of her lap. You yelp as you hit the floor, scrambling to grab your phone. You clears your throat before swiping to answer, shaking your limbs out.
“Hi, baby! What’s up? What are you calling for?” Your voice is high-pitched and a little strained, panting into the microphone of your phone.
“Just wanted to make sure you’re coming to the frat tonight, cupcake. Are you okay?”
You take notice of Ellie shifting around your dorm room but turn back to talk to Abby. You wince as you hear your bed frame creak and your box spring squeaking as it's sat on.
“Yeah, I’m okay. You just spooked me a little when you called,” You mumble, putting your phone on speaker before pulling your phone away from your ear.
You swipe into your text messages, scrolling until you finds Ellie’s contact. You type swiftly, letters filling up the chat box.
“No, babe, it's alright. I should probably start getting ready since you reminded me of the party just now.” You rush out, starting to clank things around in your room for emphasis. Abby reluctantly agrees and bids her goodbyes, but she continues on and begins to rattle on about the party theme for tonight as you turn your focus back to your messages.
Me
ellie i swea rto fuckibg god do not make any more fuckinf noise right now abby literally is talking about coming to check on me
ellie (abby frat) (Big strap)
Not my fault your being weird bc I fuck u better than her
I’m not even being loud bro idk wtf your talking bout
You gasp at the absurdity of her reply, huffing a breath out of your nose. Audacity must be on-fucking-sale. So damn cocky and she doesn't even know the difference between your and you’re.
“I’ll see you at the party, babe. I’ll remember to dress in that one cowgirl costume. Yeah, mhm. Bye-bye,” You grit out, hanging up abruptly and turning to Ellie. She sits splayed out in your bed, jeans now pulled up, but still unbuckled. You stand there fuming, fists balled up at your sides.
You can't help but let your eyes wander, falling to where Ellie’s tank top is slightly riding up. Your tongue finds the inside of your cheek, prodding at it as you mull over the thought of blowing her before you kick Ellie out.
Ellie stares at you with the same intensity, a smirk creeping onto her stupidly attractive face. You barely have half a mind not to jump on her massively, stupid, deliciously fat cock right there.
“Your girlfriend is a massive cockblock,” Ellie snorts, moving to sit up. She scoots further down your mattress towards the edge, planting her feet down on the ground. She stands up, slipping on her shoes and stopping in front of you.
You stare at her, crossing your arms. Ellie’s face is flushed, her eyes are wild, and her breathing is erratic. Her hands find the bottom of your cheer top, yanking it down to save you just a sliver of decency.
“Are you gonna kiss me bye, Els?” you mumble, breaking eye contact. You're frustrated. You were getting mauled with some nauseatingly good, horrifically big silicone cock before *Abby* had to cockblock over some stupid frat party. Your panties are laced hooked one leg and slowly sliding down your shin. Your cunt is still soaked and angry, just begging to be finished off. Ellie smiles toothily at you, yanking you closer until your fronts are flush together. Her head drops down to your shoulder, leaving butterfly kisses along your collarbone.
Her lips trace the pathway up to your mouth, hovering just above. She's so close that you can taste it. There’s lipgloss smudged over her mouth and she looks fucking *unreal*. Ellie’s hands snake beneath your skirt, groping at your thighs roughly. Her fingertips swipe through the dripping arousal between your legs, just lightly teasing. Light enough that you can feel it, but not enough to do any real damage for you. Your knees buckle at the cold, rough yet unmistakable feeling of her rings- only your favorites, of course- before she pulls away completely.
“Nah, I’m good.”
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hahah... long time so no see tumblr.. ! i felt bad for neglecting this account so here's a super old draft. this was originally for another fandom and then scrapped to be an ellabs cheater thing so ignore anything that's inconsistent or a little stupid all in general.
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synopsis: as an interviewer and a social manager, being tangled up in the grandiose chaos of every race's circuit is nothing new to you. you've learned to manage and navigate the hurricane of the formula 1 world with confidence envied by millions. when you end up entangled with two of the biggest racers today- your situationship, ellie williams, and abby anderson, are you able to keep that cool?
cw: f1 driver!ellie, f1 driver!abby, situationships, drug usage, alcohol usage, physical violence (abby & ellie), shitty paparazzi, incorrect usage of a racing helmet, strap-on sex, cheating, ellie is super cocky, canon-typical ellabs violence/rivalry, more to be added.
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Circuit de Monaco
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behindthewheels monaco, u're always good 2 me 🇲🇨
tune into my interview w/ abbyanderson1 & ellie_williams on the formula 1 and skysports youtube channels!
user2 crime to serve this much face in only 2 pics...
f1 Media & PR's most gorgeous ⭐️❤️
tatemcrae Can u interview me next
behindthewheels come to a race, miss tate !!
user3 guys can we talk about how abby was staring at her at the end of this press conference......
user4 Bet she doesn't know anything about f1 😂
user8 meanwhile shes been posting about f1 for YEARS!! she was a tween giving us the deets on the miller brothers paddock fights 🫣
user5 Mother has been serving looks since she was 14 and posting grwms while girlsplaining f1 terms
behindthewheels why do you remember this oh my goddd ilu
user6 congratufuckyoulations to whoever she goes home to everyday 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔
scuderiaferrari Thank you for the pleasure, behindthewheels! Forza ferrari, sempre 🏎️❤️
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user7 something awfully lgbt happened during that interview idk
user9 When will we stop including women in motorsport!!!???
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2038 MONACO GRAND PRIX - PRESS CON. (FER. / REDB.)
Interviewees: Ellie Williams-Miller (#16, Scuderia Ferrari HP), Abigail Anderson (#1, Oracle Redbull Racing)
YOU: Good afternoon, Formula 1 fans! Today, we will be interviewing 4 time World Champion, Ellie Williams of the Scuderia Ferrari HP Formula 1 Team!
(LOUD CLAPPING AND APPLAUSE FROM FANS AND CROWD IN FRONT OF THE FAN-STAGE)
YOU: As well as Ellie, we have our 4 time consecutive World Champion, Abigail Anderson of the Oracle Redbull Racing Formula 1 Team!!
(LOUD SCREAMS AND CHANTING OF ABBY'S NAME)
YOU: Today was a close head-to-head race between the motorsport's favorite rivals of the season here in Monaco. It was quite the close second on each other, with Ellie taking P1, with Abby in P2, only 0.8 seconds behind, followed by Caitlyn Kiramman of McLaren in P3.
Q: AFTER THAT CLOSE RACE, THE WORLD WANTS TO KNOW WHAT YOUR BIGGEST CHALLENGES ARE TO YOU. ARE THERE ANY VARIABLES THAT MAY AFFECT YOU WHILE RACING? ANYTHING TO WARN OR ADVISE ANY INCOMING ROOKIES OF?
A: Communication is a big one as well as- er, um, comfortability and talent. Make sure that you communicate well with your team, I’d say. Great communication leads to good outcomes. Winning does not come easy, but it is in the hands of both your engineers and yourself.
E: Not a problem for me, per se, but I can’t imagine racing with y’know…
(ELLIE GESTURES TO CHEST/BREASTS AREA)
E: If you’re on the bigger side? I don't recommend. Or wear the compression tops. Even my car is- like, tight? Around me. Not much wiggle room for all of that weight, I bet. I mean, shit, that would be like hell to be smashed all in there, yeah? Plus, you can lose weight when racing. Can't imagine how sweaty that'd be.
FERRARI REP.: Ellie, we have been notified by one of the FIA stewards, please refrain from using any heavy or vulgar language, to be considerate of our viewers and audience. Following this warning, any other infraction that may arise will be a fine, thank you.
(ELLIE WAVES OFF REP, NODS WITH SOUR EXPRESSION)
Q: WE ARE NOW EIGHT RACES INTO THE SEASON AS WE CONCLUDE MONACO. AS THE SEASON PROGRESSES, DO YOU HAVE ANYONE THAT YOU DEEM AS DIFFICULT COMPETITION? IF SO, WHO WOULD THAT BE?
A: All of the races so far have been very close. My biggest competition to me? Well, mainly Williams, but the McLaren racers have really been nipping at the podiums and top 3 since the season has started. The racers- er, Vi? What is her name? God, um—
E: Violet. She has really good stats. She raced for Mercedes for a few years, under Toto and all of those engineers over there, I believe. Good work ethic. Pulled P4 today after she DNF'd at qualifying. Pretty strong performance for it to only be her second season.
A: Yeah, she’s really good. The rookies are fighting up the ranks. Er, what's her teammate's name– Caitlyn from the McLaren team. Very headstrong and determined, she is. I heard this was her maiden podium today. Really good as a first season so far. Both rookies pulling P3 and P4 is really good.
E: Now for me? I have no competition—
(ELLIE LAUGHS, COVERING HER FACE WITH HER RIGHT HAND, MICROPHONE OBSCURING HER FACE)
E: I don't think any of the drivers today can really go head to head with me. Maybe just Abby. But besides that, fuckin' nobody. Maybe I'm cocky, but they're truly not at my level of fight yet, I think.
FERRARI REP.: Okay, so, Ellie. We warned you beforehand about the swearing, so now the stewards of the FIA have resorted to a fine, without a reprimanding.
(ELLIE GIVES REP AN EYE ROLL AND CROSSES HER LEGS)
A: That's about a ten thousand euros right there. Not very smart, Williams.
E: Not a big deal to me. I can afford it. Unlike you, I am a Monaco native and will commit to community service if I get it because I love my country. But mainly, I refuse to be silenced and have a ban put on me for stupid things.
A: Whatever you want to tell yourself. I'm sure your delusions put you into a nice sleep every night.
Q: GETTING A LITTLE PRICKLY THERE. LET'S GET BACK TO THE RACE. WHAT WERE THE WORST OBSTACLES YOU FACED DURING THE RACE IN MONTE CARLO TODAY?
E: God, so many obstacles today. Anderson here, up my ass for majority of the race. Tapped my rear wing a few times. Surprised it didn't fly off. But, I went into qualifying yesterday and I knew the car was fucked. Even from the start.
FERRARI REP.: Ellie, let’s watch our language going forward. That has now resulted in a community service obligation following your previous warnings, as well as your fine.
E: So, I think- it already just starts in not broadcasting it [the interview]. That will help a lot more than putting bans on drivers.
(ABBY NODS IN AGREEMENT)
E: Because, for example, I couldn’t even say the ‘F’ word. I mean it's not even that bad, right? The car was not working. The car is f’ed, y’know?
(ABBY LOOKS AWAY, SEEMINGLY UNINTERESTED WITH ELLIE)
E: What are we? 5 year olds? 6 year olds? Even if a 5 or 6 year old is watching, I mean, they will eventually swear anyways.
(ABBY ROLLS HER EYES, BEGINNING TO ANSWER THE QUESTION)
A: Gosh- um, definitely performance issues. I had one oversteer and then when I recovered from that oversteer, I had an oversteer from the other side and then I was like, fuck! But luckily, oh no- sorry—
REDBULL REP.: Abby…
(ELLIE LAUGHS LOUDLY, SHAKING HER HEAD AT ABBY)
REDBULL REP.: Abby. The FIA has issued both community service and a fine to you as well.
(ABBY DROPS HER HEAD AGAINST THE PRESS INTERVIEW COACH, GROANING WITH HER HAND AGAINST HER HAT)
A: Oh noooo. I don’t want to join Ellie.
E: Clock in to the Monaco community service. Beautiful country.
A: I would truly rather do anything else than do community service with her.
Q: FEEL FREE NOT TO ANSWER THIS ONE, BUT HOW IS LIFE OUTSIDE OF YOUR RESPECTIVE CARS? PERSONAL LIFE, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.?
E: Life is so fast paced and a flurry, really. Lots of beautiful women in Monaco as of late. Including you.
(YOU SMILE, GLANCING DOWN AT THE MIC IN YOUR LAP MOMENTARILY)
YOU: Quite the flirt, are you, Ellie?
E: Always. Love the ladies.
A: Trust me, I'm sure everyone knows you favor all of the women in Monaco.
(ABBY WHISPERS UNDERNEATH HER BREATH, MOUTH HIDDEN BY MIC)
A: Paddock slut.
E: Rich coming from you, Anderson. You're giving and receiving.
A: Going both ways, yes, but you don't see me tonguing every engineer I've ever had or any vaguely feminine thing with legs.
(ELLIE SCOFFS, MAKING A FACE AT ABBY)
E: So much for the feminism solidarity in motorsport.
A: Selective feminism. You're just a cunt who gets around.
Q: REDIRECTING. I HAVE ONE MORE QUESTION BEFORE OUR INTERVIEW IS OVER. HOW DO YOU BOTH FEEL AS PREVIOUS WORLD CHAMPIONS STARTING OFF THIS NEW SEASON?
(ABBY STARES AT YOU AS YOU TALK, LEANING FORWARD SLIGHTLY)
A: I'm experienced, of course. I know the ins and outs of all of these tracks. It really depends on strategy from my engineers and the car, really. New adjustments and advancements are constantly changing the car. Pretty strong this season, though.
E: I'm great. Car feels nice and I haven't stepped off the podium once yet so far this season. Knock on wood, though. Don't want to DNF in Catalunya next week.
YOU: I'm so glad to hear this season is treating you both nicely. Wishing for a fruitful season ahead for you. Unfortunately, that is our time for today, but I thank you both for your time today. Big thank you to our sponsors who have made this interview possible today.
E: No, thank you! Such a beautiful and respectful interviewer.
(ELLIE STANDS, RESTING HER HAND ON YOUR HIP AS SHE SPEAKS. ABBY IS SEEN STANDING OFF TO THE SIDE, VISIBLY ANNOYED BY ELLIE.)
A: Thank you, lovely. It's a breath of fresh air to have a respectful, non-stifling interview for once.
(ABBY LOOKS YOU UP AND DOWN, SHAMELESSLY OGLING AT YOU.)
synopsis: as an interviewer and a social manager, being tangled up in the grandiose chaos of every race's circuit is nothing new to you. you've learned to manage and navigate the hurricane of the formula 1 world with confidence envied by millions. when you end up entangled with two of the biggest racers today- your situationship, ellie williams, and abby anderson, are you able to keep that cool?
cw: f1 driver!ellie, f1 driver!abby, situationships, drug usage, alcohol usage, physical violence (abby & ellie), shitty paparazzi, incorrect usage of a racing helmet, strap-on sex, cheating, ellie is super cocky, canon-typical ellabs violence/rivalry, more to be added.
READER
↳ twenty-five. interviewer. pr manager. media management & admin of official f1 account. pinterest board personified. effortlessly sleek and put together. [fc: manon bannerman]
ABBY ANDERSON, #1
↳ twenty-seven. oracle redbull racing driver. 4x wdc champion. nederlands representative. calculating and polite. [fc: florence pugh. loose inspo = max verstappen, personality inspo = charles leclerc]
ELLIE WILLIAMS-MILLER, #16
↳ twenty-six. scuderia ferrari driver. monaco representative. 4x wdc champion. very blunt and straightforward. [fc: cailee spaeny. loose inspo = charles leclerc, personality inspo = max verstappen]
DINA WOODWARD, #63
↳ twenty-seven. mercedes petronas amg driver. united kingdom representative. determined and underrated. [fc: cascina caradonna. loose inspo = george russell, personality inspo = george russell]
CAITLYN KIRAMMAN, #81
↳ twenty-four. mclaren mastercard driver. australia representative. analytical and critical. [fc: havana rose liu. personality inspo = oscar piastri]
VIOLET ARCANE, #4
↳ twenty-five. mclaren mastercard driver. united kingdom representative. reckless and strategic. [fc: hailee steinfeld. personality inspo = lando norris]
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