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Bonus since this is unrelated but lowkey this punk Nelsinho looks ethereally majestic here, Brazil 1983 🖤🖤
I always see people saying why they admire Ayrton Senna, but never seen anyone point out this very valid reason: he invented being a professional hater, my guy's been dead for 30 years and he still finds ways to piss off Nelson Piquet, like that's my role model
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not to senna/schumacher post on main but do you ever think about this picture
[ nicola larini and schumacher being told that senna was in critical condition ]
or this clip of michael being asked if equalling senna meant much to him
do you ever think about the fact that michael was in denial when confronted with senna's death and only admitted to accepting it two weeks after the fact. do you ever think he would have felt guilt realising he watched senna sustain his injuries a few corners ahead during a seemingly "innocuous crash" whilst chasing him. do you ever think, retrospectively, that he felt like he shouldn't have won at imola. do you ever think about the fact that even in death senna continued to dominate headlines, eclipsing schumacher's win. do you ever think about the fact that schumacher and senna would occasionally meet after races to discuss where they had gone wrong/where they had lost speed. do you ever think about schumacher realising that would never happen again. do you ever think about the love that was there.
[SUNFLOWER BAR] FOR THE PICTURE || AS12 x Fem!Reader
paring: mclaren!ayrton senna x fake girlfriend!actress!reader
type: parker's bar | martini glass with a blue straw and a bordeaux with ice and pineapple slice
request?: yes!! by anonymous
summary: you arrive at the paddock dressed in your role as Ayrton’s perfect PR girlfriend, only to discover that pretending feels far more complicated when jealousy, attention, and unspoken tension start blurring the lines.
word count: 1,3K+
fc; n/a
warnings: fake relationship, someone makes reader uncomfortable andddd that's all
note: i know i had requests before this, but this came out SO SMOTHLY like i wrote it in two days and im so prouof it
[masterlist]
You got to the paddock when your watch showed 12:30, your manager said that people would already be there so you wouldn’t catch a lot of attention from the people around you, which was perfect for the “private couple” image that the company wanted to give to the world.
The color of your dress was the exact shade as the car that Ayrton was driving since the beginning of the season, and your eyes were covered by those expensive sunglasses that your boyfriend “got you”.
“You came!” Ayrton’s face brightened when your figure appeared in the garage, quickly leaving his engineer’s side to meet you.
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it” Your lips left a little peck on his cheek while you smiled.
“Come one”
His hand brushed your waist for a brief moment to lead you to the back of the garage before any cameras decided to show up.
Physical touch was the first thing that was discussed when the idea of dating Ayrton for the cameras appeared as a solution to promote your new movie, and even though you assured everyone that it was okay for you.
It was different for Ayrton, his family made clear the type of girl they wanted him with, and let’s say that you didn’t fit the prototype, but he needed a bust on the new team and everyone thought you were the perfect idea.
Kisses were a no, unless it was on the cheek or him kissing your hand like a gentleman. Hughs were more than okay when celebrating someone or pictures, but it was difficult to find his arm around your waist. So the best way to picture your relationship was through words and gifts.
You always talked so sweetly to and about Ayrton, lingering a bit too much and having the most hopelessly in love smile on your face, letting your acting skills show up. Ayrton, on his side, dedicated every race to you, wore every jacket or necklace that you bought him, and kissed that last one before every race.
That’s exactly what you were playing with on the back of his neck while he was back talking with his engineer, because even though most of his team knew about the contract, you two still had to play pretend.
“Amor” You looked up at the nickname, it took you a while to learn what they meant and that from now on they meant you
“What’s up love?”
“I’m going to get changed okay? I’ll be right back” He kissed your cheek the moment you let go of his necklace.
“Okay I’ll be here”
You going to practically every single one of his races wasn’t your idea, not even your manager’s idea, because it happened a few months after the “relationship” started. Ayrton said it was perfect for the press, but honestly he just wanted to get to know his new “girlfriend”.
He easily got fond of you, quickly accepting any plans that your managers could think of and even thought some of his own, and since right now all that worried you was the press for your new movie—which Ayrton was really helpful with—you didn’t have any kind of problem with any of those “dates”.
It was an open secret in his garage that whatever was going on between you two wasn’t actually true, or at least it was for some of the crew who couldn’t help but peek a little bit whenever you privately talked.
At first it wasn’t a problem to any of you, after all, the Mclaren driver didn’t like lying to his team, but that changed when he noticed that one of his engineers started to get too comfortable around you.
So of course he stepped in whenever he could, trying to be as gentle with him and pulling you closer to him whenever the conversation got too long.
The jealousy looked perfect for the pictures, everyone loved how protective Ayrton was of you, and to add something to it, you learned to lean into him whenever that happened.
But that didn’t seem to stop the other man from shooting his shot at you, because the moment that Ayrton stepped out of the room he got to your side again and of course—just to keep the sweet banter that everyone loved about you—it didn’t take you long to continue his conversation.
Now that was the problem to the driver, you were supposed to be with him, to laugh with him and only touch him, not some other dude who thought he had the right and who did make you uncomfortable for it
“Baby” Your voice dragged him out of his own thoughts, and made him approach you
“Do you need anything, amor?” He replied practically shoving himself in between you and his coworker, but only gave his attention to you.
“Just wanted to see you before the race” Your hand travelled to his as a cry for help that screamed get me out of here
“Guys, no need to put on the little show in front of me” Of course he had to try to get back into a conversation where he didn’t belong.
Senna would usually just take you to his driver’s room until the race started, but it looked like it wouldn’t be enough, and he just wanted the other man to shut up and to learn his place when it came to respect both of you.
“Plus I was in the middle of asking her a little something” The smirk that appeared on his face could only be described as disgusting “But don’t worry, I can work in the shadows”
He winked at you.
He had the audacity to wink at you, not only in front of the cameras but in front of him.
“I don't think that'd be necessary” His brazilian accent was getting stronger, and that could only mean one thing, he was getting pissed.
“And why is that? A pretty girl like her deserve a good treatment when she has been alone so so long”
Ayrton could read the disgust in your face even if your lips were curved in a sweet smile for everyone else to see.
“I can assure you I don’t need you to do it”
“It’s not like there’s someone giving you anything at a-”
He cut himself the moment Ayrton’s lips met yours into a kiss.
A sweet and slow one so he was able to take his time to finally be able to taste you—and also to give that asshole enough time to leave— but when he remembered that he wasn’t the only one in the kiss and that he hadn’t even asked you if you wanted it, he quickly pulled away.
“Merda- I didn’t mean to- I just wanted him to shut up- I’m so sorry- I should’ve” Your hand on his mouth made his rumbling stop.
“Hey, it’s alright, no need to apologize for kissing your girlfriend” You chuckled moving your hand from his mouth to his cheeks
“But it wasn’t on the contract- You can get mad- I’d understand if you get mad”
This time you only needed to raise your eyebrows for him to shut up.
“It’s alright, I liked it” That took him even more off guard but he wasn’t going to complain.
What was bugging him was something else, so he took a deep breath and asked.
“Is this still fake?” He was practically whispering, this wasn’t a great place for this conversation, but he needed it.
“Do you want it to be fake?”
He shook his head, his eyes not being able to leave yours.
You smiled and gave him a little nod, encouraging him to say more.
“Would you be my, actual, girlfriend?”
“I would love to” His face brightened up again before pulling you into a kiss again, a way more short one this time.
“If I win today, I better get a kiss before every race”
