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old-lorarri · 1 year

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❨ main f1 masterlist | football masterlist ❩

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝟏𝟎 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 → max verstappen x fem! indian! cricketer! reader

another year another trophy to the cabinet of everyone's fav constantly winning couple

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑 → platonic! max verstappen x fem! younger! verstappen! mclaren! f1 driver! reader

since the day you were born you knew you weren't the favourite your brother was and it all comes to a head on vegas night

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 → max verstappen x fem! reporter! reader x charles leclerc

a interview filled with chemistry has people picking sides team charles or team max when little did they know there was no need for them to begin with

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! singer! reader

from each others crush to the it couple of the paddock it's no surprise that they are trying the knot and people couldn't be happier

𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! hamilton! engineer! reader

Y/N hamilton and max verstappen have been friends since forever but with the way this season is going it's gonna cause more problems than you can count | part 2 | part 3

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 → max verstappen x fem! hamilton! engineer! reader

after the unexpected reveal of their relationship, no one has seen or heard from Y/N hamilton since the end of the 21 season until she makes a surprise return to defend her man and then announces something huge | part 1 | part 3

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! hamilton! engineer! reader

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 → max verstappen x fem! singer! reader

after breaking up with charles leclerc, Y/N L/N is back better than ever with a new boo

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐕𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐓 → max verstappen x fem! leclerc! pianist! reader

the musical sibling finally revealed that her muse is none other than her bothers childhood rival and chaos ensues

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎 → max verstappen x fem! actress! reader

surprisingly max is surprisingly spiritual especially when it comes to manifesting a relationship with the girl of his dreams

𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 → max verstappen x fem! newly wed! single mother! reader

everyone thought harper was a place holder, until the two newlyweds had a baby together turns out they couldn't have been more wrong

𝐏𝐎𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 → max verstappen x fem! podcast host! reader

the self proclaimed hater of podcasts come of his girlfriends to chat and give his thoughts

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! alonso! model! reader

everybody hates jos so when alonso welcomes max into his own family as his soon to be son in law everyone is happy

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 → max verstappen x fem! kpop idol! soloist! reader

a beloved kpop soloist has dropped a new song that has people wondering who is the muse bet that was on no one's 2023 bingo card

𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 → max verstappen x fem! leclerc! runner! reader

one random day off one random story turns in to surprising turn of events and people are left confused

𝐒𝐄𝐀 & 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 → max verstappen x fem! australian! surfur! reader

max is a good driver but as a surfer he seems to be a little behind his girlfriend

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂 → max verstappen x fem! ferrari! f1 driver! reader

max loves to stay camped out in his rival’s comments to attempt to rizz you up

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 → max verstappen x male! man city! football player! reader

an anonymous leask leaves a football player's secert out in the open so what a time to announce there relationship when the two of them are making history

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! polish! mma fighter! reader

max was young and nervous, and not as confident as he should be but he had potential and Y/N could see it - the potential to ignite the fire in him. to turn him from a scared duck into a roaring lion, but he would always be her sweetheart | part 2

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐂𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! polish! mma fighter! reader

five years later and the fire in both of them is still strong now max just needs to introduce his girl to the grid | part 1

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 → max verstappen x fem! bestfriend! mercedes! f1 driver! reader

a wild night in vegas leads calamity and the internet struggles to figure out what the fuck is going on

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stars-and-the-min · 28 days

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☆ the wrong way to hard launch | band profile

the band :

empty bottles AKA EB are an australian pop-rock band based in california, usa. they released their debut album 'overtime' in july of 2019 signed under UMG. their first international tour, the overtime world tour began from november of 2019 but was later cancelled due to the covid-19 pandemic; the tour was supposed to end in august of 2020. they released their second full-length album 'twelve more days' in september of 2022. their second world tour, the twelve more days world tour opened in melbourne on march 21, 2024 and has a current closing show set in los angeles on january 17, 2025.

official accounts: ↳ instagram: emptybottles_official ↳ twitter: EmptyBottles

management accounts: ↳ instagram: emptybottlesbar ↳ twitter: theemptybottlesbar

the members :

SELINA 'LINA' BUI 🩷

frontwoman of the band

plays lead guitar, also knows how to play drums and piano

main songwriter/composer

born 24 september, 2001

oscar's gf and zhou guanyu's cousin

main face claim: cheng xiao

usernames: ↳ instagram: selinabui ↳ twitter: EB_selina

LUKAS 'KAS' ZHANG ❤️

lead guitar of the band

also can play bass

secondary songwriter

grew up next door to lina

gets shipped a lot with lina but they mostly have a sibling relationship

born 28 march, 2001

main face claim: wang yibo

usernames: ↳ instagram: lukaszhang ↳ twitter: EB_KAZ

CAMELIA 'CAMI' YANG 💜

drummer of the band

also subvocal/backing vocals

graduated a year after her cohort bc of family stuff when she was still a kid

born 9 october, 2001

main face claim: n/a

usernames: ↳ instagram: cameliazzz ↳ twitter: EB_Cami

JONATHAN 'JONNY' SU 💚

keyboard of the band

can also rap but literally none of their songs need him to rap

secondary songwriter

met kas through school and soccer

born 13 may, 2001

main face claim: xu kai

usernames: ↳ instagram: eb_jonno ↳ twitter: EB_Jonny

AIDAN 'AID' PARK 🩵

bassist of the band

also knows guitar but prefers staying near the back of the stage

the second 'pull' of the band; he's the pretty boy bassist people come to watch

graduated a grade above the rest of the band (excluding cami)

born 7 june, 2000

main face claim: n/a

usernames: ↳ instagram: aidan_ebass ↳ twitter: EB_Aidan

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omgkatherine01 · 2 months

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Between Your Wings - Chapter 1: Supply Run

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female reader x Rick Grimes (slow burn)

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Twenty-nine days.

Twenty-nine days since the world ended, and the dead came.

Twenty-seven days since you have lost your adoptive parents, Elliot and Olivia, in Atlanta.

Twenty-seven days since you've met two brothers, Merle and Daryl Dixon.

Twenty-five days since the three of you met other survivors and made together a camp outside the city.

Twenty-nine days since the world went to shit.

"Hey, find anything?"

You looked over to your friend, Glenn as he tugged on his backpack over his shoulder while walking toward you.

"Just a couple of comic books for Carl, and a couple of water bottles," you answered as you put the books in your backpack.

Since you made a camp outside the city, you volunteered to do supply rans for the group to grab some stuff from inside the city, and your new friend that you made at the first day at camp was Glenn, he volunteered to go with you.

So, the both of you would go to the city a lot, but this time you brought a few people along which you thought wasn't the best idea.

So, you all agreed that you and Glenn would look inside a few stores while the others would wait on top of the office building. While you were away from the camp, the kids in the camp, especially Carl, Lori's son, were watching over your puppy Max, an Australian Shepherd dog which you received from your father on your 21's birthday a month before the outbreak.

"What about you?" you asked, walking to the exit with Glenn. "Found something?"

"Just a couple of cans, oh, and got you this." You looked over and saw him digging into his backpack. He pulled out a sketch book, and you smiled as he held it out to show you. "Got you three more, and a couple of pencils and markers."

"You're the best," you complimented.

Glenn grinned as he put the sketch book back into his backpack, "I try," he said as he zipped his backpack.

Bang!

You both paused immediately when you heard gun shots. You glanced at Glenn and quickly stepped out. Glenn closed the door after you and you both ran to the staircase that leaded to an alley.

You peered over and saw a young man dropping from his horse and shooting around at walkers. "What's he doing?" you hissed.

Glenn didn't answer and you didn't expect an answer, both of you watched the man crawling under the tank. "What is he doing?" Glenn asked now.

"Dumbass," you muttered as you peered down and around nervously as walkers crawled around the now dead horse and the tank.

"Look, look," Glenn said as he tapped on your shoulder. You quickly looked back at the tank and saw the guy opening the hatch and shoot a walker near him before closing the hatch again. "What do we do?"

"We got to help him," you said. You unzipped your backpack and pulled out your CB Walkie. "We can't just leave him like that."

"Can you connect it to the radio in the tank?" Glenn asked as you zipped the backpack and stood up, playing with the walkie.

"Let's find out," you muttered yet you were confident you could. A few seconds of silent and you got statics. "Guess my nerdy skills still handy, huh?"

"You didn't hear me complaining of your awesome skills yet, right?" he said, and you felt your cheeks heating up by the compliment.

You cleared your throat before speaking into the Walkie, "Hey, you. Dumbass. Hey, you in the tank. Are you cozy in there?" There was no answer, so you tried again, "Hey. Are you alive in there?"

"Hello? Hello?"

You glanced at Glenn and spoke in relief, "Good, you had me wondering for a second, thought you were dead."

"No, I'm still alive. Where are you? Outside? Can you see me right now?"

"Yeah, I can see you," you answered as you moved around Glenn and stepped to the side, "You're surrounded by Walkers. That's the bad news."

"There's good news?"

You glanced at Glenn and then away, "...No."

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here."

You frowned as you looked at the walkers, "You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out."

"Got any advice for me?"

You looked at the area as you answered, "Yeah, I'd say make a run for it."

The man in the radio paused before speaking again, "That's it? 'Make a run for it'?"

You rolled your eyes and spoke, "My way's not as dumb as it sounds, you've got eyes on the outside here. There's one Geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. With me so far?"

"So far."

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. You got ammo?"

"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?"

You shook your head lightly, "Forget the bag, it's not an option. What do you have on you?"

"Hang on," he said and there was a moment of silent. "I've got a Beretta with one clip, 15 rounds."

"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, 50 yards. I'll meet you there."

"Hey, what's your name?"

"No time for the introduction," you said, "Move, you're running out of time."

The radio cut off and you looked at Glenn, "Okay, go back to the others, I'll be right there."

"What? Wait, I'm gonna go with you."

"Glenn, no time. Go! I'll be fine."

You turned and jumped off the stairs. You ran around the corner as you heard more gun shoots. You reached to the alley and ran to the end.

The guy you saw ran around the corner, shooting walkers around before pointing at you. You quickly held up your hands, "Don't, not dead!"

He lowered his gun, and you nodded back to where you came from, "Come on! Come on!" You both ran into the alley as the guy continued to shoot walkers. "Stop shooting, you are getting their attention!" You called.

You climbed up the ladder and he followed. You reached to the top and looked at the guy when he got up. You looked down under the ladder and saw the Walkers gathered around it, trying to reach for the both of you.

You let out a breath and looked at the guy, "Nice moves there, sheriff. You the new one who come riding in to clean up the town?"

"It wasn't my intention," he said.

"Yeah, whatever," you said and pointed at him, "You're still a dumbass."

The guy held his hand out, "Rick. Thanks."

You glanced at his hand and shook it, "Audrey. You're welcome. But don't do that shit again. Just saying."

Rick let out a soft chuckle and nodded, "I'll remember that."

You peered down on the ladder before up at the roof. "Well..." You looked at Rick, "The bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us." You shrugged and climbed up the ladder and he followed you.

"Did you barricaded the alley?" he asked, his tone in his voice was impression as the two of you ran to the building.

"Can't take the credit, somebody did," you said, "I guess when the city got overrun. Whoever did it was thinking not many Geeks would get through."

You opened the hatch as he asked, "Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for me?"

"Call it foolish, naïve hope that if I'm ever that far up shit creek, somebody might do the same for me," you said and threw your backpack before you looked at him and shrugged, "Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you." You climbed down the ladder, and he followed and closed the hatch.

You grabbed your backpack and pulled it on your shoulders before you both ran to the back door of the clothing store as you spoke into the CB walkie, "Guys, I'm back with a guess and there are two walkers in front." You paused and held your arm out to Rick to stop as you looked at the two Walkers near the door. They turned and slowly walked toward you.

But then, the door opened, and Morales and T-Dog, came out with protective gear and baseball bats, beating the two Walkers in the heads. "Let's go!" you told Rick and ran to the door with him following behind.

"Morales, let's go!"

T-Dog and Morales ran into the building and closed the door. You turned to see everyone except for Merle there. You looked at Glenn in relief before at Andrea when the older woman pushed Rick to the wall and aimed her gun on him, "You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you."

"Just chill out, Andrea," Morales told her, "Back off."

"Come on, ease up," T-Dog told her.

"Ease up?" Andrea repeated, "You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of this stupid asshole."

"Andrea, hey, stop!" you said and moved between them. The gun was aimed to your chest instead of Rick's. "Enough. Or pull the trigger."

Andrea let out a shaky breath as she lowered her gun immediately after you said it. She glared over your shoulder at Rick and shook her head, "We're dead. All of us. Because of you."

"I don't understand," Rick said.

Morales walked up to Rick and leaded him away with you following, "Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies."

"You're okay?" Glenn asked you quietly as you followed behind.

You nodded and gave the older boy a small smile, "Yeah. I'm okay."

"You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving. You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral."

You all stopped at the window doors, and you saw the walkers were trying to get into the store, growling. "Every Geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds," T-Dog told Rick.

"You just rang the dinner bell," Andrea told him.

"Get the picture now?" Morales asked.

A few of the walkers were attempting to smash through the double set of doors to get to you all, and you stepped back.

"Oh God."

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" Morales asked.

"Trying to flag the helicopter," Rick answered.

"Helicopter?" T-Dog repeated. "Man, that's crap. There ain't no damn helicopter."

"I saw it," Rick said.

Morales turned to you, "Hey, Audrey, try that CB. Can you contact the others?"

"Others?" Rick asked as you held up your CB walkie. "The refugee Center?"

"Yeah, the refugee center," Glenn told him sarcastically. "They've got biscuits waiting at the oven for us."

You shook your head, "Got no signal. I'll try again on the roof."

There was a gunshot from above you on the roof and you looked up in annoyance while everyone else was freaking out. "Oh no," Andrea said, "Is that Dixon?"

"What is that maniac doing?" Morales asked.

"I'm going to kill Merle," you said in annoyance as you ran to the door, and the rest followed you. You got quickly to the roof to Merle and saw him shooting at walkers. "Merle! Cut it out!"

Merle stopped and turned to you as Morales shouted at him, "Hey, Dixon, are you fucking crazy?!"

Merle chuckled, "Huh? Hey! You ought to be more polite to a man with a gun!" He jumped off the edge of the roof, walking toward you. "Huh? Ah! Only common sense."

"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got, man," T-Dog told him, standing in front of him. "And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill."

"Hey, bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day," Merle said, pointing at Morales. "Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

"'That'll be the day?'" T-Dog repeated. "You got something you want to tell me?"

"Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it," Morales told him.

"No," T-Dog told him.

Rick stood beside you and looked at them in confusion. He turned to you, and you shook your head to not get involved in it.

"All right? It ain't worth it. Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

"You want to know the day?" Merle asked.

"Yeah," T-Dog told him.

"I'll tell you the day, Mr. 'Yo', it's the day I take orders from a nigger," Merle told him.

"Mother--" T-Dog started, throwing a punch at Merle, but Merle grabbed T-Dog's arm, and hit him with the rifle.

T-Dog fell to the floor as you called out, "Merle! Stop!" You shouted with Andrea but Merle punched Rick and Morales when they tried to get him off of T-Dog.

Merle kicked T-Dog in the sides a few times, punching him in the face, pulling out a gun, pointing it in his face. "No, no, no, please," Andrea told him. "Please."

Merle spit on T-Dog's shirt, rubbing it, "Yeah! All right!" He stood up, moving away. You, Glenn, Morales and Andrea moved to T-Dog's side, and you helped him to sit up. "We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge." Merle pointed the gun at all of you. "I vote me." He held up a hand. "Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands, huh? All in favor? Huh? Come on." You all slowly held up your hands. "Let's see 'em. Oh, come on. All in favor? Yeah. That's good. Now that means I'm the boss, right? Yeah. Anybody else? Hmm? Anybody?"

You saw Rick approaching him from behind, "Yeah."

Merle turned around, and Rick hit Merle over the head with the rifle, making him fell to the ground. Rick handcuffed Merle to a pipe as he yelled at him, "Who the hell are you, man?!"

"Officer friendly," Rick told him, grabbing Merle's gun, "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Screw you, man," Merle told him.

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point," Rick told him.

"Yeah?" Merle asked, "Well, screw you twice."

Rick pointed the gun at Merle, using his words from earlier against him, "Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense."

"You wouldn't," Merle told him, "You're a cop."

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his family," Rick told him, "Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that." Rick went through Merle's pockets, pulling out something, "Got some on your nose there."

Rick stood, walking away.

"What are you gonna do?" Merle asked. "Arrest me?" He chuckled. Rick walked to the edge, throwing what he found in Merle's pocket. "Hey! Dude, what are you doing? Man, that was my stuff! Hey!" Rick walked to the other side and Morales slowly followed him. "If I get loose, you'd better pray--Yeah, you hear me, you pig?! You hear me?!"

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drvirgus · 5 months

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The Idol who Cant Smile

Minji X fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 1:

"Can you smile too?" asked the cameraman as he peered through the lens of the camera. But when I didn't comply with his instructions, he let the camera drop slightly and looked at me. His forehead furrowed in confusion. I offered a slight bow as an apology. "I'm sorry. I won't smile," I replied politely. The older man hesitated for a few seconds.

"Not even a little one?" he asked, adjusting the camera again. He waited for some movement from me. I forced a small, barely noticeable smile. However, he only took one photo before removing the camera again. He sighed, "No, no. It's okay. Your serious face has something special too. Go back to looking normal," he said. I immediately did as he asked.

It didn't take too long for all the photos to be taken. I bowed once again and stepped aside. My manager handed me an already open bottle of water. "Thank you," I said, taking a sip from the bottle.

But my attention was quickly drawn to the fashion designer, who was approaching me with a wide smile. I hadn't been the Ambassador of the Tommy Hilfiger brand for very long, so I wasn't here often. Nevertheless, it seemed that the elderly man had taken a liking to me.

Mr. Hilfiger opened his arms to embrace me, and I returned the embrace. His hand gently brushed over my hair as he smiled kindly at me. "I'm glad to see you here, my child," he said, looking me straight in the eyes after letting me go. He chuckled softly, "You promised me last time that you'd teach me the new choreography," he said.

I blinked several times and nodded my head. "Let's get started then," I said. I proceeded to show him the short choreography for our song "Super Shy." After several attempts, he got the hang of it. He laughed joyfully, causing my face to relax completely.

With a smile, he led me to the glass door, continuing to ask me questions. Just before we parted ways, he handed me a bag and smiled at me. I bowed in thanks, which only made him laugh. With a smile, he said that I could always reach out to him if I needed anything.

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Sighing, I took a sip from my beer. I was currently at a restaurant with my fellow members, and of course, everything was being filmed. Since the others weren't yet 21 years old, they couldn't order alcoholic drinks here in America. Haerin stared at me with her cat-like eyes. Thanks to her, I knew what it was like to have a little sister who always stared at you.

I remained mostly silent as the others engaged in conversation. They kept laughing throughout the meal. When I finished my food, or rather, when I was full, I pushed my plate towards Hyein, who had previously mentioned that she was still hungry.

With a wide grin, she looked at me. "Thank you, Unnie," she said, sweet as sugar. I nodded my head, a small smile forming on my face. I didn't smile. Honestly, I didn't even know why or when it started... Eventually, I just couldn't smile anymore, no matter how happy I felt.

Hanni had teased me about it often. She would pull up my cheeks to make my mouth form a smile. Even though I was older than her! But I didn't mind. I also didn't really like being called "Unnie" when the age difference wasn't too big. But in front of the camera, they all had to call me that.

"No, no. I've told you before. None of the books say that dinosaurs were the first animals in the world," Danielle said. She waved her fork around as she spoke in her Australian-accented English. Hanni sighed in response and shook her head.

Haerin continued to stare at me. I looked at her. "Don't look at me like that. You're not getting a sip," I said as I picked up my beer again to take a drink. Haerin, however, continued to stare, which was starting to frustrate me. Minji, right next to me, chuckled softly. She nudged me gently with her elbow and smiled at me.

"She doesn't want a sip. She's just looking at you," Minji laughed, looking at me. I turned my head to Minji. "I know. She should stop," I said, which only made Minji laugh more. She then turned her head back to Haerin. "Stop looking like that. You're making Y/N Unnie nervous," Minji playfully scolded, causing me to roll my eyes.

Finished with my beer, I rested my head on my hand and looked at each of my members. I focused on the conversation between Danielle and Hanni, with Minji chiming in occasionally. Hanni and Danielle seemed almost like they were arguing. But I let them. They were just having a conversation.

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Now we were in the living room of our 4-room apartment. We all stared at the phones in front of us as we were doing a live broadcast together. Hanni had her own phone too and played the live broadcast on silent so she could read the comments more easily. Hanni looked up suddenly and grinned mischievously.

With a swift motion, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and her lips pressed onto my cheek. But, to be honest, I didn't mind. I just stayed quiet and looked at the camera. Hyein laughed at this. "Is Hany/n sailing?" Danielle asked, laughing into the camera.

"What's this all about?" I asked as I looked at Hanni. She just grinned widely. "There was a comment asking me to kiss you," she replied, and I nodded in understanding. Haerin stared into the camera, her eyes moving as she read the comments. I turned my head back to the camera. My arms were around Danielle, who had her hands on my arms, playing with them.

Eventually, Danielle was sitting right in front of me on the floor. Hanni sat next to me, and Minji was next to her. The younger members were all seated on the floor as well.

"Y/N... a fan asked why you never smile," Haerin asked, turning her head to me. Her eyes also looked quite curious. Even Danielle and Hanni had stopped nudging each other. Now everyone was looking at me curiously. None of them had ever asked me. Somehow... they seemed afraid of what my answer might be.

I looked at the camera. "I don't want to give you a fake smile. I smile when... I do," I replied, nodding my head. I quickly licked my lips. "I'm sorry if I come across as distant because of that," I added, slightly bowing. Danielle leaned against me even more. She tilted her head back until her head touched my knees. She looked at me and immediately smiled encouragingly.

"That was well said. Unnie doesn't want to give us a fake smile, isn't that sweet?" Hyein said, laughing. But Minji had been looking at me the whole time. Her lips were pressed together. Hanni, however, interrupted Minji's gaze as she leaned forward. Minji then looked at the camera and smiled broadly. "But that doesn't mean Unnie doesn't love us or you. She shows it through her gestures," Minji added, and Haerin immediately looked at Minji.

Hanni laughed. "Oh, yes. Remember when Hyein was sick? Unnie acted like Hyein was on her deathbed," Hanni said, laughing, causing the others to laugh too. Almost immediately, everyone recounted a situation where I had taken care of them. But I just looked at the person who was speaking. Slightly embarrassed, I quickly looked away.

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My forehead furrowed. In my hand was the angrily looking panda plush toy. I looked at the fan who gave it to me. She chuckled slightly, embarrassed, as she scratched her cheek. "I immediately thought of you when I saw it in the store," she said, and I nodded in understanding. I examined the panda closely.

"Thank you. That's really sweet, and somehow it fits me perfectly. But next time, don't give me anything. I don't want you to spend your hard-earned money on me. But... thank you. I really appreciate it," I said. The woman looked at me with wide eyes, and her smile widened even more.

"What's your name?" I asked as I set the panda on my lap. Almost immediately, my manager wanted to take it from me, which I declined with a furrowed brow. I looked back at my fan as I picked up the pen. "Kim Chaesoo," she replied, and I nodded. I quickly left a small message for her and signed it immediately.

I handed it over to her, and she practically burst with joy. "Thank you for coming. Hopefully, I'll see you next time?" I asked, and she nodded vigorously. Her cheeks even turned pink. She walked away from me afterward. My eyes then turned to the others.

Many gifts were on the table, while I only received 1. But I didn't mind at all. Unlike the others, I didn't have as many fans. But that didn't bother me. The fans I did have seemed to genuinely like me with all their hearts, and that was enough for me.

Maybe... should I smile? Would it make the others happy? But... I haven't smiled for years. More than a smirk... I just couldn't manage it. My face would always tense up when I tried to smile. Even when I laughed, I had the habit of covering my mouth with my hand.

The reason? Only one came to mind...

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Yuna (18:21): Come to the JYP building. Let's have a drink!!!

My eyebrows raised as I read the message on my phone. I was sitting on the couch in our apartment. Hanni, who was right next to me, looked at my phone and then at me. "Minjiiiii," she exclaimed. My mouth opened, and I immediately placed my hand over her mouth to make her stop tattling.

Unfortunately, Minji had already heard her. She came into the living room with a drying cloth, apparently just finishing washing dishes and drying her hands. "What's going on?" she asked, furrowing her brow as she looked at me holding Hanni's mouth shut. Minji's forehead furrowed, and she looked between me and Hanni.

"Unnie," Minji said, so I looked at her. She smiled. "Let go of Hanni," she requested, and I hesitated slightly. After a sigh, I released Hanni. I stood up and grabbed my phone, which had fallen onto the floor.

Yuna (18:23): Lia and I miss you a lot

My breath caught as I read the message that just lit up on my phone. I felt my face heat up. I cleared my throat. "Unnie wants to go to the JYP building to have drinks with Itzy," Hanni said, pointing at me. Angrily, I looked at Hanni. "Tattletale!" I exclaimed. Hanni laughed and stuck her tongue out at me.

"But you wanted to go alone. I want to know why... you'd rather be with th- Why you always go to them," Hanni said. She crossed her arms over her chest. Surprised, my eyebrows raised. I looked at the younger girl. "Do you... want to come?" I asked, and immediately, Hanni jumped up. "I'll change real quick!" she said, heading to the bedroom.

My eyes fell on Minji, who was just looking at me. I blinked. "Do you... want to come too?" I asked, and Minji smiled. "No, thank you. Someone should at least keep an eye on the three of them," the dark-haired girl said. Almost immediately, my forehead furrowed. I shook my head. "Just as I don't treat you like a baby, you shouldn't treat the others like that either," I replied, and Minji snorted while laughing.

She approached me with a light laugh. My eyes traveled upwards as she was much taller than me. Unfortunately, I was the oldest, but still the smallest. I was even shorter than Hanni! Only by 1 centimeter, but still...

"You're my biggest baby," she said, almost breathlessly. My eyes widened as I saw her grin. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Shortly after, I felt the drying cloth on my face as she had placed it over my head. When I removed it, I noticed Minji looking to the side.

Surprised, I simply stared at her with my mouth agape. "I-I'm not a baby," I replied, furrowing my brow. Minji laughed softly. She took the drying cloth again. She smiled at me. "Have fun, Unnie," the taller girl said and took a few steps away from me. She went back into the kitchen.

Hanni came out of the bedroom, completely changed. "We can go," she said with a wide grin. I nodded my head. I looked into the kitchen for a moment, noticing Minji continuing to wash dishes. Then we left the apartment, with Hanni right beside me.

"But you won't drink," I warned, and Hanni immediately looked at me. "I'm 19," she replied, and my eyebrows raised. "Not yet. Only in October," I replied, and Hanni immediately put on her puppy eyes. She pouted. "Come on. The Korean age still applies," Hanni argued. My eyes narrowed as I sighed.

"But not too much!" I said, and Hanni was immediately pleased. We celebrated my birthday in America, where I turned 21. It was still May 4th, to be exact. Minji's birthday was coming up soon...

What should I get her as a gift?

#newjeans #newjeans minji #danielle #newjeans x reader #haerin #newjeans hanni #newjeans hyein #hanni pham #minji x reader

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Canadian Wonders (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: None

A/N: This is so cute my heart melts for jessie

Prompt: Reader is australian, and has never seen a lot of snow before. So Jessie takes her to her home town to meet her family and have a traditional Canadian winter.

When you’ve lived in the land down under for 20 years, and then move to play for a huge club like Chelsea at 21, a lot of things take adjusting. But somehow, it wasn’t the intense training, or the new people, that was the biggest adjustment. It was the weather. You never went to university, not being a big scholar and being raised in a broken home with little money. Instead, you opted to go pro right away. You went pro in 2020, and was relieved to know you would have another aussie at the club with you. You and Sam Kerr had been playing together since you were 15 and she was 18. Soon enough, you got known as a pretty dynamic duo, arriving to winter practices in huge puffy coats, and covered head to toe. You were both strikers, and Emma loved playing you both at the top. In a bit over two years, you both reached your 100th game for Chelsea, having collected between the both of you, 169 goals and 32 assists.

In the middle of 2020, you met Jessie Fleming.

You both started dating in 2021, and 2 years later, you were still going strong. Jessie finally decided she wanted you to meet her family in person, and see her home town. So, in january of 2023, you hoped on a plane to London, Ontario. And you thought London, England was cold…

You stepped out of the small London, Ontario airport, the freezing cold hitting you right away. "I told you to put a coat on baby," Jessie said, laughing at your shocked face. "I didn’t think it would be this cold!" You said, shivering. "I warned you!" Jessie said, opening her long winter coat. You quickly dropped your bag at your feet and abandoned your suitcase, putting your arms around her and feeling the comfort of her body. Jessie closed the big coat around the both of you, kissing the top of your head.

You were taller than her only by an inch, but in your cold state, you were hunched over to stay warm.

"How quickly is Eylsse gonna get here?" You whined. "Just texted her, she’ll be here in- oh there she is." Jessie said.

You reluctantly left the comfort of your girlfriends body, pulling away and seeing Elysse and Tristan driving up in the family subaru. You saw the pure joy in their eyes, the happiness of seeing their sister. You felt happy for Jessie, happy she had that bond with her siblings, but also sad that yours hadn’t reached out to you in years.

Tristan and Elysse stepped out of the car, Elysse running up to Jessie and jumping in her arms. Tristan seemed more reserved, more like Jessie, so you opted for a simple handshake. "It’s nice to meet you in person, you’re taller than you seem on family facetimes." Tristan says. "Don’t lie to me," you laughed, knowing very well you were not tall. "Hey, Elysse!" You said. She hugged you tightly, smiling at you wildly. "I love your nose piercing, oh my god it looks so good on you! I’ve always wanted one but I don’t know if it would suit me." You say to Elysse. "You should get one! I know a really good guy if you want!" Elysse said, smiling at you. "I’ll think about it. Let’s just please get out of the cold." You said, grabbing both yours and Jessie’s luggage and bringing it to the car.

"Did you not tell your aussie girlfriend to wear a coat in Canada?" Elysse laughed, addressing her sister. "I did! She didn’t listen!" Jessie answered, watching as her girlfriend and brother put the luggage in the trunk. "She’s a gentleman," Elysse said, smiling. "You haven’t seen anything yet."

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Michaele and John Fleming met you with open arms. Literally. The Fleming’s were warm, and inviting, the house smelled like fresh food and slightly of paint. You had all finished eating supper, a meal cooked to perfection by both Jessie’s parents, and were now sitting in the living room.

"I’m so happy you all managed to get time off work and school." Michaele said, pouring you a cup of coffee. "Me too, it’s really nice here." You said, thanking her with a nod for the warm drink. "You haven’t even hiked yet." Jessie told you. "Hiking? It’s too cold to hike." You said, shocked people went outside willingly in this weather. "Is not. In fact, that’s our first activity."

It was known to everyone that Jessie loved order. So when she told you that she had specific activities planned, you weren’t at all suprised.

"Tomorrow morning, 5:00 am, sunrise hike. Then skating on the mountain, then I want to bring you to a really cute coffee shop and show you my elementary school." Jessie said. "5:00 am!" You said, but we’re ignored. "Don’t forget your appointment! You’re getting a nose ring at 5:00 pm tomorrow." Elysse said.

It was true, the youngest Fleming had convinced you to go for it. Worse case scenario, you didn’t like it and let the hole close.

"How could I forget? Just you and me for that one, Els?" You asked her. "Yeah, mum and I are making supper. We’re only here three days." Jessie said.

A few hours later, you went to bed in Jessie’s childhood bedroom. It was surreal being in that are, seeing the trophies, the blue walls, the medals and framed pictures. "What would 14 year old you say if she knew that 24 year old you was lying in this same bed with her girlfriend?" You asked her as she traced patterns on your stomach. "I think she would pass out."

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As Jessie had said, the next morning she had woken you up at 5:00 am. The whole thing was a blur. You remembered her literally having to dress you, and her telling you to be quiet as you tip toed down the stairs. She had bundled you up in a warm hat, a big winter coat, gloves and a scarf. Your hood was up the second you were out the door. You had fallen asleep in the car, and by the time you were to the mountains, it was almost 6:30.

"You ready baby?" Jessie said, opening the door for you and laughing at your grunt of an answer. You didn’t stay mad for long though, as you saw the still starry winter night peeking through the pine trees. "Oh, Jess. This is beautiful." You told her.

The both of you started your hike. Jessie had her camera with her and was taking pictures of you, and the world surrounding you the whole time you walked up the mountain. The snow was mangeable, due to the trail having been plowed. By the time you arrived at the top of the mountain, the sun was rising. Jessie pulled out a cover from her bag and put it in the snow. You cuddled up next to her, sipping a mocha Jessie had made.

The sky was painted orange, pink, red, yellow and purple, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Well, second most beautiful thing. Jessie would always be first. "I’m happy you brought me here." you told her, peering into her eyes. "I’m happy you like it here." She answered. "One day, when we retire from football, I wouldn’t mind having a family with you here." You told her, nervous of her answer.

You didn’t meet her eyes, that is until she used her gloved fingers to lift your chin up. "I want that more than anything." Jessie said, kissing you lovingly.

#woso imagine #chelsea fcw #woso #woso fic #woso x reader #canwnt #jessie fleming

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yeonjunszn · 2 years

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so sick !

pairing: idol!lee heeseung x non-idol!f!reader

genres: fluff﹒crack﹒smallest amount of angst possible

warnings: mature language (nothing new), strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of cheating (its not from any of the mcs), unfunny jokes, the plot takes place during/starting with the release of dimension : dilemma and will end around dimension : answer era, uni!au bc reader is a uni student, reader is literally the sweetest person alive laurv her saur much, heeseung is borderline insane, but so is reader’s entire friend group so whatever, everyone except enhypen are uni students, the only idols are enha, also (for clarification since they are name dropped) — txt exists in this universe without gyu and tyun, more warnings per individual chapter!

feat: the rest of enhypen, ryujin from itzy, sumin from stayc, taehyun and beomgyu from txt, hyunjin and felix from skz

summary: when your boyfriend of almost eight years cheats on you your senior year of university, you decide that you’re done with anything and everything to do with love. that is, until you meet a guy who sings love songs for a living.

status: completed!

started: may 21, 2022

ended: september 13, 2022

— WOWWW CANT BELIEVE MIXED UP IS DONE 🙁🙁 i’m kinda sad but it’s okay!! bc we have this baby here now!! i got the inspiration for this from so sick by ne-yo and also that one song by lauv that heeseung sang on i-land LMFAO

— send an ask to join the taglist!!

profiles: sunshine y/n & friends | 7 overgrown children | the fake fan accounts

zero. happy anniversary, asshole (477)

one. self love >>

two. hypehouseification of lee heeseung

three. double homicide

four. australianized tamed-dashed

five. why is he kinda..

six. pneumonia

seven. partner project in english

eight. happy birthday heeseung

nine. AWOOOOO 🐺

ten. stuck together (1.3k)

eleven. congrats! or sorry that happened!

twelve. can this be us

thirteen. down baddery and stalking

fourteen. ayo hitman bang introduces

fifteen. s(he) be(lie)ve(d)

sixteen. sevendeez nuts

seventeen. #emo #different #notlikeothergirls

eighteen. jungwon my savior

nineteen. sexy starfish

twenty. bring it on the musical

twenty one. simpy mcsimpson

twenty two. peer pressure is a bitch

twenty three. Y/N.EXE HAS CRASHED

twenty four. they grow up so fast

twenty five. october 30th (3.9k)

twenty six. back off.

twenty seven. h-hyunjin being logical ??

twenty eight. coffee again

twenty nine. jongseonglations

thirty. illegal and banned in 27 countries

thirty one. questions

thirty two. *screams quietly*

thirty three. 11/11 11:11

thirty four. stfu glee boy

thirty five. everything is fine

thirty six. worth it (830)

thirty seven. heeseung hate club

thirty eight. seoul uni’s ms. sunshine condoning violence

thirty nine. rest in piece cookie 💔💔😔

forty. let me love you (until you learn to love yourself)

forty one. taylor swift

forty two. he’s insane

forty three. more than friends less than lovers

forty four. thankful for you

forty five. feels so right (1k)

forty six. a pick me boy :/

forty seven. touch some grass

forty eight. life update: it got worse

forty nine. can’t stay away

fifty. no longer bitchless (1.3k)

fifty one. engenes better sleep with one eye open

fifty two. merry christmas my beautiful swan

fifty three. IM GONNA STRANGLE YOU (affectionately)

fifty four. he is human too

fifty five. taehyun be fucking fr

fifty six. twt user enhatranslate

fifty seven. proud gf moment

end. polaroid love

BONUSES

one. anonymous source

two. date night

three. best thread ever

four. y/n outsold floplift

five. ban enhypen_members

six. that feeling when

#SAUR EXCITED #i hope i do this justice LMFAO i’m in love with the plot tbh #i’m also happy that i can give riki his gremlin personality finally #enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #enhypen socmed au #enha smau #enha socmed au #enha social media au #enhypen heeseung smau #enhypen heeseung x reader #lee heeseung smau #lee heeseung x reader #⭒ — fluffy fluff #🦌 — lhs #so.sick.heeseung❤️‍🩹#yeonjunszn

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herohimbowhore · 22 days

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On This Day in F1: March 24th

Present: Australian Grand Prix

History: 2013 Malaysian Grand Prix

On March 24th, 2024, the Australian Grand Prix occurred. After last years Aus GP, most people expected craziness and the Williams lack of third chassis had delivered some of that craziness.

However the main story was Max Verstappen having his first retirement since the 2022 Australian Grand Prix - marking his 43 race streak and preventing him from matching his 10 win streak. Carlos Sainz overtook Verstappen as his car was failing and held the lead for the rest of the race with Charles Leclerc coming in second for a Ferrari 1-2 and Lando Norris on the last step of the podium.

The other big race retirement was Lewis Hamilton due to his engine giving out. Then there were the extremely long Sauber pit stops which gave us a lesser version of the 2020 Ham-Ver-Bot (or any other variation of it) podiums.

And on the last lap, George Russell crashed which was honestly terrifying to see because he was in the middle of the track and the car was on its side. Luckily, Lance Stroll was far back enough that he could be told about Russell in the middle of the track and to take precautions to avoid Russell.

Eleven years ago, Formula One was racing in Malaysia. Most people remember Malaysia for the Red Bull drama with Multi-21. This makes sense because it is a very memorable moment in time and we got the iconic "I was racing, I was faster, I passed him, I won," quote from Sebastian Vettel when he was asked about overtaking his teammate despite being told to not overtake.

(sidenote: Seb's words were true then and they remain true now. You're racing, if you're faster then pass him and win the race. There is a place for team orders, but in at least half of the cases where drivers ask about team orders now, they are not necessary if you're the faster driver. Just pass your teammate.)

While the drama about team orders and Multi-21 was going on at Red Bull, Lewis Hamilton drove into the wrong pit box. It was Hamilton's first season with Mercedes after 6 years with McLaren F1 and a total of 13 years with McLaren.

Both McLaren and Mercedes were prepared for their drivers to pull into the pit box, but McLaren was not expecting their previous driver to stop there. However, Hamilton was able to quickly leave the pit box and go to the Mercedes pit box which luckily was after the McLaren pit box, not before.

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Hamilton did end up finishing 3rd in the race and apologized for the gaffe. Jokingly, he said, "I did a Jenson (Button). He did that a couple of years ago, but big apologies to the team." Referring to Jenson Button at the 2011 Chinese GP where he pulled into the Red Bull pit box instead of the McLaren pit box.

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Previous: Mar. 23 - 2016 GPDA Open Letter

Next: Apr. 5 - Japan Day 1

On This Day in F1 Masterlis

#on this day in f1 #f1 #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #mclaren #mercedes #malaysian gp 2013 #sebastian vettel #mark webber #red bull racing #multi 21 #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #ferrari #max verstappen #Youtube

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lady-nuggetz · 2 months

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Because no one asked, I decided to draw up my OWN special interpretation of Team Hooligan, ✨WITH JEST!!✨

Mind you everything is mostly based off of my own headcanon, so enjoy it as you will!! I'll write brief descriptions that you can read right here !!!!

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Fang the Sniper/Hunter

He/Him // 21 yrs old // Australian🇦🇺 & Dominican🇩🇴 // Bisexual

Fang is a mercenary/bounty hunter and the leader of Team Hooligan. Though he often works alone for most gigs, he considers his team to be a found family of sorts, despite not always getting along with them. He has a great fascination for guns, but often uses his regular cork gun unless it's for serious situations. He's easy to anger and is heavily motivated by his greed and desire to prove himself as a top notch mercenary. Though things don't always work in his favor.

He's told very few people about his origins, how he had once descended from a noble family, until "one incident led to another and now suddenly I'm all on my own!" The one thing he absolutely REFUSES to tell people is that Fang isn't really his birth name.

• Cocky, Greedy, and Selfish. Probably has a slight tinge of insecurity due to past failures with Sonic and company.

• Keeps cigarette packs on his person often.

• Has a small shack he and the others share together over in Mirage Saloon Zone. He started sharing his room with Jest once she started hanging around.

• Loves mechanics, no one else but him drives the Marvelous Queen, it's a vehicle of his own design.

• Likes playing card games, spicy food, and keyboards.

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Jest the Jack Rabbit

She/Her // 21 yrs old // Puerto Rican🇵🇷 & Trinidadian🇹🇹 // Bisexual

Jest is another bounty hunter, who despite her silly clown appearance, is a very threatening figure. She's agile, quick witted, and carries around a baseball bat she calls the Wacky Whammer, that's bound to give anyone a painful concussion. She came across Team Hooligan after they [Mainly just Fang] attempted to mug her, to which they received a harsh beating at her hand. She has found herself to be fixated on their leader however, and sticks around them to watch them struggle for success.

She grew up in a circus with her sisters, before finding herself fixated on the chaos emeralds and chaos energy. Unleashing an ultimate chaos has been her grand goal as she hopes to spread her madness across the world. She plans to achieve that, either by herself or with other comrades as her stepping stool.

• Loud, Annoying and Obnoxious. Loves to push Fang's buttons and watch him lose his cool. Her not so secret crush on him is absurd.

• A known sadist, she enjoys intimidating others and seeks out the emeralds for power and chaos.

• Enjoys gossiping with her friends, Ace and Solar, particularly about the Hooligans.

• What her and Fang have is a somewhat open secret. It's hard to tell if they hate each other or love each other. From their endless bickering to Jest's raunchy flirting.

• Likes cinnamon buns, yo-yos, and fondant.

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Bean the Dynamite

Any Pronouns // 15 yrs old // Brazilian🇧🇷 // Pansexual, Genderfluid

Bean is a young and spontaneous explosives expert, with a goofy and hyperactive personally that keeps the team on their toes. He carries around comically large bombs, no one is really sure HOW he does, but they don't ever seem to question his methods. Despite his lighthearted demeanor most of the time, no one can ever seem to tell what he's got cooking in that brain of his.

Not much is known of where Bean came from, but from what Bean's told about himself, he remembers being in an egg. And a great amount of movement. Up until he hatched and found himself all alone in the middle of the forest. Most just assume he hit his head or something before he ran into Bark.

• Silly, Scatterbrained, and Crazy. Hard to tell if he's a bad guy when he's so comedic.

• Fidgets constantly, he can't sit still for more than a few minutes.

• His bombs are handmade, and he likes gifting them to the others as surprises or as little pranks.

• Considers Bark to be an older brother figure who keeps him in check. Buys him Father's Day cards.

• Likes comic books, explosives, and gummies.

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Bark the Polar Bear

He/They // 23 yrs old // Russian🇷🇺 & Haitian🇭🇹 // Pansexual Demiboy

Bark is the overall brawn of the team, being the strongest physically and able to do most of the heavy lifting if necessary. He's the most level headed as well, and finds himself being the one to pull everyone back when things get too complicated [If Fang himself isn't having a pissy fit]. He's particularly shy and doesn't really like communicating much with others, as he finds it quite difficult. And despite his rather prickly job, he means well and cares for others like Bean and Amy Rose.

Before he had become a member of Team Hooligan, it's been said that he's gotten his fighting experience from being that of a professional fighter. He doesn't enjoy bringing it up, but he prefers what he's got going on now. If any of the others ask to fight him, he'll consider the offer.

• Quiet, Tough, and Stoic. He cares though, he's just a bit shy when it comes to feelings.

• A walking furnace, he gets warm easily and has an itch for cold food often.

• Used to fight professionally at one point before joining Fang's gang.

• Selective mute and often communicates with sign language or writing.

• Likes seafood, belly rubs, and coloring books.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #Sonic oc #sonic the fighters #sonic superstars #sonic triple trouble #team hooligan #fang the hunter #fang the sniper #bean the dynamite #bark the polar bear #jest the jack rabbit #headcanons #HOOLIGAN HEADCANONS #WEEEEEEEE #I'm so sleegy

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umseb · 3 months

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Vettel: 'They called me Baby Schumi. I didn't like it but I understood'

8 MARCH 2010

Sebastian Vettel whips off his grimy beanie and ruffles his tousled hair in amused relief. He is the most thrilling young driver in Formula One and, following his second place for Red Bull in last year's championship, the most intriguing competitor in this season's potentially riveting battle for the world title. But Vettel is also, by far, the most relaxed and engaging racer in the notoriously guarded paddock. "You might think I'd get more attention this year," the 22-year-old German says in his immaculate English, "but there has actually been less focus on me. This is all because some old German guy decided to come back. He is keeping all the German writers very busy and that's good for me. I take my hat off to the old guy." Vettel waves his beanie in the direction of the Mercedes motorhome where a returning Michael Schumacher offers just one compelling strand in a revitalised racing narrative which resumes this Sunday with the opening race in Bahrain. "This season we might get lucky and talk about the racing rather than politics or business," Vettel says. "We've got Ferrari, McLaren, Mercedes and Red Bull. That's four teams and eight drivers. At the moment it's difficult to know who is at the top. One of us will finish first and one of us will finish eighth – with six others between.

"And we have this interesting competition between team-mates. You've got two British drivers in a British team – with [Lewis] Hamilton and [Jenson] Button at McLaren. I don't think it's going to be easy for Jenson. Lewis is very quick and he has known this team for many years. You can see what he did back in 2007 when Fernando Alonso was at McLaren. So I'm very interested to see McLaren and Ferrari [where Alonso and Felipe Massa have had their moments of strife]. "Obviously in Germany people are more interested in Michael and Nico [Rosberg] and a rivalry between two German drivers. A lot of things could happen in all these teams. So I think the most spectacular combination is me and Mark [Webber] because everyone knows we don't have a problem. Of course I want to beat him every time, and he wants to beat me, but we get along well." Vettel nods in acknowledgement when reminded that he and Webber have had their problems. Their relationship started badly when, in 2007, Vettel shunted Webber off the track during the Japanese grand prix. Vettel drove then for Toro Rosso and he was chasing Webber who, in turn, was pushing Hamilton hard for the lead in sheeting rain. After the race Webber seethed: "It's kids – they fuck it all up." Last year there were also some combative battles between Webber and Vettel as the Australian veteran and the German tyro came close to hunting down Button after the British driver looked to have wrapped up the title after winning six out of the first seven races. "You know Mark," Vettel says of his similarly likeable team‑mate, "he is not afraid of saying what he thinks. So after that crash in Japan he was direct. He was angry and I was angry but, afterwards, I was sorry. We've never had a problem since." Webber ranted against Vettel's inexperience in 2007 but the German's rise as a prodigy can be measured in the number of records he holds. He is the youngest-ever driver to score points in a Formula One race [when aged 19 at the US grand prix in 2007] as well as the youngest-ever to take pole position and reach the podium. He also became the youngest-ever race winner when, just a few months after he turned 21, he was victorious at the Italian grand prix in September 2008. It has long been an open secret in the pit-lane that Vettel is on course to become the next great star of the sport. Even more impressively, he appears as entertained as he is gratified by such bold claims. "All these nice people saying I'm going to be world champion won't make me any faster," he says. "You have to believe it yourself." Attention might initially gravitate towards Schumacher but Vettel should overshadow the racing great with whom he has been compared since his teenage years. "They used to call me 'Baby Schumi'. I didn't like it but I understood. In Britain, when you had Nigel Mansell, a national icon, the question after him was always the same, 'Who is the next Nigel Mansell?' The only one you didn't get it with was Eddie The Eagle because he was not much good." Schumacher has rarely been loved outside of Germany, or the fevered enclave at Ferrari, but Vettel has a wry humour and warm personality. His affection for British culture is already well-known with his passion for listening to the Beatles on vinyl and for reciting whole chunks of Monty Python and Little Britain already making him different to Schumacher. "I like British culture – and maybe it's because I have a sense of humour that is not always politically correct. That helps! I really like England even if it's always raining and there are lots of roundabouts in Milton Keynes [where Red Bull are based]. But let's not forget I'm a German driver in an English team so I don't expect to be the most popular person. I hear this phrase quite a lot in England – 'Oh, he's a typical German'. It's normal. In Germany we have the same thing about 'a typical Englishman'. I think it's quite funny. National stereotypes come about but not every person fits into the scheme.

"I saw how the British can be when I won at Silverstone last year. I don't think it was the nicest race for them but afterwards they were so happy, so cheerful, even though I wasn't Lewis or Jenson. I went on stage and thousands of British guys seemed to go crazy. It was incredible – and I was quite surprised." It seems even more surprising that someone as young as Vettel should be the only driver in Formula One to manage himself. "Well, I try to do it," he laughs. "I come from an ordinary family – my dad is a carpenter, a roof-maker – and we've always loved racing together. We never went on holidays. We went karting and even my big sister enjoyed this. She would take my lap times and so we were in racing together. It seemed natural to go this way when I went into Formula One and managed myself – while taking advice from my family and close friends. "You can have managers who will tell you how great you are. But your family is more honest and we are doing OK. People say, 'Oh, you need a manager to get you into adverts or to make you more money'. But I'm fine. I want to make my own decisions. Sometimes it's funny because, in a negotiation, you can sit at a table with some very experienced people in their sixties. But you soon forget about your age and you do your best." Has he made any errors as a self-managed driver? "No, I don't regret any step I've taken so far. The problem with Formula One and football is that so much money is involved. Formula One is big business and, unfortunately, everyone is too caught up in his own interests and what ends up in his own pocket. For some people it is just business. And that's a big problem. You can't always say what you'd like to say. But the important thing for me is the racing – and to stay the same person I've always been." As just one example of Vettel's determined ordinariness he insists that, whenever he watches Eintracht Frankfurt in the Bundesliga, he stands anonymously among the fans. "I've never been to a corporate box or a lounge to watch football. I couldn't do that. You want to be with the fans who are singing and shouting. And at half-time I enjoy going down and standing in the queue to get a sausage with everyone else." Does he get recognised much because of his burgeoning status in Formula One, having won four races last season? "The last time I went it was a derby match against Mainz. A bit like Arsenal and Chelsea – except much smaller. I had my hat pulled down low and only a couple of people recognised me. But I wasn't hiding. I was just like everyone else, huddling against the cold. But we won that day and I went away very happy. That's what sport is about for me." In the unforgiving paddock Formula One boils down to winning – and making as much money as possible from a corporate enterprise. But, this season, the very human and remarkably gifted Vettel might just transform the cynical perception of an often cold business. "Last year it was different. No one expected Red Bull to challenge for the title. But now people expect us to be at the top. I like that but I also think it's important for me to say hi to all the mechanics from those other smaller teams who helped me when I was starting out. Sometimes that gets lost along the way." Then, just in case he sounds too noble for his own good, Vettel leans forward intently. "I want to win a lot of races this year – and it would be nice to start in Bahrain. It's not my favourite track but I finished second there last year. There's no champagne but the trophies they give out are great. I got a small, silver one last year and now I'd like the really big one." Best of all, as Vettel admits, would be a glittering trophy at the end of season which seals his apparent destiny as he becomes only the second German to win the world championship. "I'd love that, but seven other drivers are each planning something different. But I like to think that, this year, I could be good enough."

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Wishful Thinking: Weak Hero Characters Edition (My Imagination of Their Careers)

Edited for typo (Nobel)

I hope that Sieun (Gray) and Baekjin (Donald) will be the future mathematicians of Korea, solve new math problems and publish them academically. Maybe they will get a joint Nobel prize one day...and I hope Sieun will still ride a motorcycle!

I hope that Teo (Teddy) will run an animal shelter or pet shop. Not sure but maybe if he studies hard enough he could be a vet! Aja aja, Teo!!

I hope that Juntae (Eugene) will work in an NGO and help solve local social infrastructure problems. Maybe if he studies hard enough he could get a degree in engineering.

I hope that Juyang (Rowan) will use his Australian and Eunjang experiences to run a successful Youtube channel and become a great influencer.

I hope that Humin (Ben) will maybe try for the U-21 soccer team, and if that's too late for him I hope he could do whatever he's happy about (maybe open a popular pizza shop?). Or maybe he could join Juyang's channel.

I hope that Gayool (Gerard) will try singing again professionally, whether as a solo artist or in a band. And that he will be happy about it.

I hope that Hyuntak (Gogo) will try for a career in boxing. I hope he'll never, ever give up on his dreams.

I hope that Pilyoung (Philip) will become a successful businessman, but an ethical one. He's rather good as a political lobbyist too.

Whatever it is that Seongje (Wolf) wants to do I hope it's not criminal. I hope he has a hobby that he could expand into a business.

I hope that Hwangmo will find his own independent way and not just follow Seongje around anymore. I hope he'll stay friends with Jeongyeon (Jack) and Naksung. He's rather good in making friends...another person with a prospect as a lobbyist!

I hope that Hakho (Jake) will be a professional manga critic or maybe cosplayer. And occasionally play basketball or soccer with his friends and maybe Jihoon (Jimmy).

I hope that Jihoon will try to draw again and not afraid to show it to people. Maybe sketch more. Go and take a drawing course, dude. Manhwa artist as a career might be just for you...ehehe.

I hope that Sehan (Forrest) and Seungjin (Myles) will do something else other than gangster stuff.

On that note, I hope that Gongsam (Grape) can eat as many grapes as he wants. Maybe try making grape juice and sell them, or maybe a winery? Hmm.

I hope that Hyukjin (Dean) can eat as many bread as he wants and maybe try a career in modelling. His looks and drip are too good to waste. Or a gamer hehe.

I hope that Taegi (Timothy) will try a career in game development or business analyst. Gotta make use of that statistical analysis skill.

I hope that Seokhyeon (Kingsley) will find whatever he wants to do other than running the Union behind the scenes. I suspect that he might be interested in politics.

I hope that Hyoman (Colton) will find his strengths other than fighting. And this time with a better approach to life and friendships.

I hope that Seongjin will watch Gayool performing on stage again as a fan. And that he will enjoy Gayool's new music as much as he enjoyed his old one.

I hope that Dongha and Seongmok will find a great way to stay friends without hurting each other or other people. Maybe Dongha should model for a shampoo.

I hope that Jeongyeon (Kang) will be able to go to karaoke with Jihoon again, but this time with other people who also love singing! Maybe Gayool, Naksung, Seongjin, people who used to be his enemies. And I hope he will find something peaceful to do ( traveling?).

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Baby Steps

Part 21/26

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It was a bright weekend for Silverstone this year, everyone was in high spirits as it was Mclaren’s home GP and a really good chance for some points. You and Dan walked through the paddock, the driver holding your son’s hand - just chatting about nothing, both of you ignoring the number four emblazoned on your uniform.

Dan had got a custom made toddler size t-shirt for Milo and a little bucket hat to protect his head from the sun so your son was definitely the most fashionable person in the paddock today. Dressed in his little enchanté get up? You were jealous. He looked so cosy and as Lewis approached him with a big smile you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Little man! You look so cool!” He grinned, crouching down and offering Milo a tiny fist bump.

“Well he is wearing the best merch.” Dan hummed, squeezing the hand he was still holding. “Excited for your home race?”

“Yeah, it should be good. Love Silverstone… mind if I have a cuddle with Milo?”

Dan opened his mouth to answer but realised it wasn’t up to him, it was up to you. You gave him a gentle smile before nodding at Lewis. “Only if Milo wants.”

After getting the go ahead from the toddler, the Brit scooped Milo up into a hug so Dan took the opportunity to drape his arm over your shoulder and press a kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear. “Sorry, I didn’t even think…”

“Baby, it’s okay.” You reassured, looking at him. “It’s kind of nice that you have that sort of protectiveness over him…”

The Australian smiled softly, looking towards the youngster who was giggling with Lewis having swapped hats with the driver - Lewis’ hat far too big on his little head.

“…I’ve always loved kids but Milo? There’s… there’s just something really special about him. I can’t even begin to describe how much he means to me.”

He could. Dan knew exactly how he felt. He wasn’t dumb, he knew Milo wasn’t his son but he felt a bond towards him that he couldn’t describe in any other way than fatherly. It was terrifying. Way more terrifying than any feelings he had for you, he’d been in a relationship before but he’d never had this kind of bond with a kid.

Instead he just opted to take Milo from Lewis when the toddler reached for him, relaxing as the small boy snuggled into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. “Love you, bud.”

“Love you, Danny.” He hummed contentedly.

You gave Lewis a quick hug before leading your boys to McLaren hospitality. It was very apparent that your relationship was going to be under the spotlight this weekend as no one had really been able to ask Dan about it before, and now seeing you in Lando’s kit was only going to add another layer of intrigue.

“Hey teammate!” Lando grinned, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Ready to smash it out of the park?”

A soft smile took over your face as you nodded. “We’ll try our best. If I do something you don’t like, promise you’ll tell me?”

“Yeah, of course. Sorry again, man.” The brit said, nodding at Daniel. “I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour for your missus.”

“I’m hoping it’s only temporary but… I know you two will be alright.” He forced a smile, before handing Milo to you. “We best go get ready for the media pen.”

You watched the two drivers head up to their rooms, chatting quietly between themselves. This weekend was gonna be difficult but you just had to put on a brave face and deal with it - you wanted to show that just because they’d moved you, didn’t mean you weren’t going to put them work in. You bounced Milo on your hip as you walked out to the pitlane, thankfully as you weren’t a senior member of the team, you weren’t required to answer any questions from the press so even when they glanced your way you simply took your seat at the pitwall and minded your own business.

Unfortunately for Dan, it wasn’t so simple. Before they went out for free practice today, they were all herded into the media pen for a round of interviews whilst F2 did their sessions. Dan decided to let his PR manager guide him, not wanting to talk to anyone that they didn’t want him to. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“Hi Dan, ready for the weekend?” The reporter smiled.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun. Love this track and the weather is really good so it should be an interesting race.”

“Now, there’s been a lot of talk around the paddock about your relationship with a member of your team, care to comment?”

The Australian let out a soft sigh. “Not really, I don’t come to tracks on race weekends to talk about my personal life and-“

“But this is about your work too.”

His jaw tightened a little. “When we are here, she is a race engineer. I am a driver. That’s it. So no, I will not be commenting on anything.”

Thankfully, his PR manager stepped in and ushered him away. She mumbled soft praise at him for not answering any questions. As much as he was happy to be open with you, he didn’t need the media digging their talons into you - anything you weren’t willing to show in public was to remain private as far as he was concerned.

HR had ended up only requesting a relationship disclosure form from you both and it was strictly confidential so even if the media went digging they wouldn’t find anything and if someone were to leak the details to the press McLaren would have to pay out a large sum of money so it didn’t seem like anyone would take the risk. But that wasn’t going to stop the media trying to get something out of the driver.

“So is it serious?”

“How long have you been seeing each other?”

“What do you think Ben would think?”

“Dating a single mother can’t be easy. How does it feel trying to be a father to someone else’s son?”

That was it.

“I’m sorry? Do you really think it’s okay to ask that?” He snapped, brows furrowed.

“How long do you think before he’s calling you dad?”

There was nothing PR could do, it was bad enough asking about your relationship but to bring Milo into it? Literally just a kid, regardless of whether or not it was your kid or not, it wasn’t okay. That was enough.

His jaw visibly tightened and the reporter looked smug. “You’re way over the line, man. Leave the kid out of it.”

That was a mistake, now he was right underneath the media’s thumb - several other reporters now showing interest in the clear annoyance on their usual sunshine driver’s face. Several members of the McLaren team had gathered, trying to get Daniel away from the reporter before it escalated.

“I mean, she’s a single mum. She’s got baggage and that kid will never be yours no matter wh-“

“I’m not trying to claim he is my son.” Dan scowled. “He isn’t baggage. He’s the most wonderful little boy and I’m grateful she trusts me to be in his life.”

“Dan.” Max decided to step in, squeezing his friend’s shoulder, before leaning in and whispering. “Time to step away, he’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”

The driver let his former teammate steer him away, steam practically coming out of his ears. It had hit a sore spot, he loved Milo with every fibre of his being but the reporter was right, he’d never be Milo’s Dad. He wanted to be okay with it, but just the way that the toddler looked at him made his chest hurt with love. But right now, all he wanted was to get to you and Milo so he made a b-line straight for the pitwall. Your smile faltered when you saw the look on Dan’s face, he looked so stressed.

“Baby… what happened?” You asked. “What’s the matter?”

“I want to tell you so you’re not surprised when it comes out.” He grumbled. “They made some comments about Milo and me.”

You frowned and hugged your son tighter, the small boy distracted by the toys in front of him. “Oh…”

“And I snapped back, I…. I didn’t want to talk about our relationship and one guy thought it would be appropriate to bring Milo up. I’m gonna get him banned because it was disgusting behaviour.”

Every maternal instinct you had was screaming, you felt terrible. You hadn’t even thought about them using Milo against Dan, that he’d be mentioned at all. “I-I… maybe I should take him back to the hotel.”

“Hey, hey…” he whispered, cupping your cheek as your eyes brimmed with tears. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, it wasn’t you. It’s them.”

“Mummy, do not cry!” The toddler whined. “Please!”

“I know baby, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You know Danny and I love you very much right?”

“So much! I love mummy and Danny too!” He beamed, his little smile so contagious. He reached out for the driver, making grabby motions with his hands. “Good luck cuddle!”

The driver smiled and scooped up the small boy, holding him close. “My little good luck charm, c’mon give me a biiiig squeeze to get all the luck in.”

Milo giggled as he put all of his might into squishing the driver, snuggling in close. You smiled and gently reached up to brush a hair from Milo’s forehead. “Maybe if you ask Danny nicely, he’ll let you warm up his seat for him. Get some of your luck in the car too.”

Dan’s eyes widened. “Really? You’re sure?”

“Please, Danny! Wanna sit!” The toddler squealed, wriggling excitedly.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like he’s driving it… I just panicked before because… well I overreacted really.” You admitted, blushing and rubbing the back of your neck.

The driver smiled sympathetically. “Y/n, I get it. You’re a good mum, you did what you thought was safest for your baby. Now, come with. I know you’re gonna wanna take photos.”

The three of you crossed the pitlane to the garage and after talking to some of the engineers, Daniel lowered the toddler into the cockpit.

“Look at you!” He grinned, crouching down beside the car.

Milo clapped his hands. “Look at me!”

He was right, you absolutely wanted to take photos. Dan’s voice was soft as he explained to your son what each of the buttons on his wheel did in simple terms. Milo hung on each and every word, absolutely enamoured with the driver - it made you feel a little sad that it wasn’t Ben showing him this world of driving but if it was anyone else, you were glad it was Dan. Carlos had asked once or twice, as had Lewis but you just didn’t feel right. But this did. All of your son’s firsts in F1 that you couldn’t provide him, seemed right to come from Dan.

The driver looked up at you and smiled. “You okay?”

“Couldn’t be better.” You said, circling the car to hug him as he stood up, his strong arms around your middle. “Think it’s your turn to get in the car though, my love.”

“Hmm, I guess so. I’ll miss your voice today.” He pouted softly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I’ll get Will to do his best impression.” Your voice had a teasing lilt and Dan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah.” He chuckled, scooping Milo out of the cockpit. “Thanks for warming up my seat, little man.”

You took Milo from Daniel and gave him one more kiss on the cheek before heading back over to the pitwall, securing Milo’s ear protectors over his ears as cars and machines began to whir.

Both Lando and Daniel pulled out good results for the build up to the race - showing your bosses that you and Dan alike were still going to put the work in despite being separated. So with a P5 & P6 start in the race on Sunday, things were looking good. You did, however, worry that this would mean that they’d keep you apart for longer. Knowing that he still performed well without you stung a little but you knew it was because he was a good driver regardless of who he had on the other end of the radio.

As race day approached, you and Dan made your way to the track separately as he had an early meeting to attend. Milo toddled alongside you, his hand tightly around yours - just taking in the sights. It wasn’t his first time here but you felt like it was the first time he was really beginning to take in everything around him. Just as you turned the corner to the McLaren hospitality building, a lady wearing a press lanyard practically slid in front of you to cut you off.

“Y/n right?”

“Hi, yes, sorry. I don’t talk to the press.” You said, trying to step around her.

She chuckled and blocked your path again. “That was before you started dating one of the drivers, sweetheart. I only have a couple of questions.”

You scooped up Milo and held him against your chest, nestling his face into your neck. “I don’t have any answers for you, I’m sorry. Excuse me.”

The panic started to bubble in your chest when she once again stopped you from moving away, you knew the media was persistent but had you not made it clear enough that you didn’t want to talk to her?

“Just want to know why you chose Dan and why now. You’ve been in the same industry for 10 years and-“

“Please just leave me alone.”

“But I just-“

“Didn’t you hear her? Leave her alone.”

Your whole body relaxed at the sound of Carlos’ voice. His strong body stood behind you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“She’s not a senior member of the team nor is she a driver so you need to leave her alone.” The driver continued. “And it’s extremely inappropriate to approach anyone when they’ve got their child with them.”

Her eyes flickered between you both, a perfectly manicured brow raising a little. “Am I sensing a-“

“No. I’m just being a friend. Now, get out of here before I have you escorted out of the paddock.” He practically hissed, a comforting hand on the small of your back as he steered you past her into the hospitality building.

“Th-thank you.” You stammered. “I’ve never been accosted by the press like that.”

He gave you a soft, sympathetic smile. “I know, you were far too nice to her. You okay though?”

You nodded. “Again, thank you so much. I’m sorry we’ve not properly hung out lately… everything with the press and Dan I just-“

“Chica, we’re good. I promise. We’ll do stuff over the summer break.” The Spaniard smiled softly. “Now, give me my frijolito for a cuddle before I explode.”

Milo giggled with delight as you passed him to his favourite uncle. You smiled at the pair. “Good luck in the race today.”

“Thank you. Still miss hearing your voice over the radio.” He pouted softly. “I’m still not impressed with them swapping you out, you’ve been so good with Dan.

“Well if this weekend is anything to go by, then he doesn’t need me.” You grumbled.

“I’m sure that’s not true. Don’t be silly.” He scolded. “Thank you for my cuddle, Milo. But I think you and mummy have work to do and technically I’m not allowed in here anymore.”

“Maybe but I’ll sneak you in anytime.” You gave him a hug and took Milo back from him. “Thank you again.”

He waved and left the building just as Dan circled around the corner, the Australian raised a brow but simply came up beside you. “How come Carlos was in here?”

Your cheeks flushed a little. “A lady from the press was harassing me so he stepped in… was nasty, I don’t know how you deal with them all the time.”

The driver grumbled and pulled you into his side, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll talk to the higher-ups about it, they shouldn’t talk to you regardless.”

“She said it didn’t matter that I wasn’t a senior or a driver because I was dating you.” You looked up at him, jutting your bottom lip out a little. “Carlos said I was too nice.”

“I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry. Ready to race?”

You nodded. “Good luck kiss?”

He smiled and cupped your jaw, leaning in and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips - careful not to squash the toddler currently sandwiched between you who was more entertained by your hair than anything else. You pulled back just enough to nudge your nose against him, lowering your voice to a whisper. “You’re gonna smash it.”

“For you.” He purred, giving you another kiss before getting Milo’s attention so he could kiss his forehead. “And for you, bud. Take care of Lando for me today, okay?”

“Okay!”

The three of you head to the paddock and you sit up on the pitwall, letting the toddler sit at your feet with his toys - his ear protectors sat comfortably over his ears as he climbed his dinosaurs up your legs. You chatted with your team for a moment before pressing the comms button.

“Lando, radio check. Radio check.”

“Crystal.”

“Okay, so plan-A unless you have a bad start. We’ll keep an eye on tires, aiming for a one stop.” You explained, as efficient as ever. “Push for the first few laps, Charles in front of you and Daniel and Alonso behind.”

“I've got this. Don’t you worry.” He hummed, his voice full of confidence. “Keep me posted on Daniel’s times.”

“We’re not going to stop the two of you racing but please be sensible.”

“Yes, mum.”

You rolled your eyes a little and started going through some of the data while you waited for the race start - going through some last minute points with the young Brit. You took a deep breath as the green flag waved and the lights began to flash down.

The race, for your team, was clean and tidy. Good pit stops and strategy alongside good driving from the boys meant that they managed to keep position even with the Ferrari of Carlos creeping his way up the grid. And because of Max and Lewis’ crash, they gained a position earning the team a very strong 4th and 5th - great points for the constructors.

You hugged and shook hands with your team on the pitwall, big smiles on everyone’s faces with only Mercedes having two drivers finish ahead of your team. It was a good result and boosted you in your battle with Alpine. The perfect race to go into the summer break.

But you still couldn’t ignore that feeling in your gut that maybe Dan didn’t need you. You knew it was ridiculous, but this was his best result of the season so far and you weren’t with him for it.

The man in question, after being sure to congratulate the podium sitters and getting his weigh in, jogged over to join the team - picking you out from the crowd with a big smile on his face.

“Hey superstar, great race.” You smiled softly, blushing a little as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Bet I would’ve got on the podium if I’d had you with me, baby.” He assured; almost as if he knew what was going through your head. “I have a question.”

“Uh oh.”

Dan chuckled softly. “Nothing bad… I… I’d really like to spend the summer break with you and Milo. Would you stay with me?”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your mouth. “Really?”

“Really.” He said. “I get you’ll probably want to do other stuff as well, see Carlos and that, but I thought we could maybe go somewhere? Or not. Whatever’s best for you, I just wanna spend time with you both.”

“I’d really like that. What do you think, jellybean?” You asked, bouncing the toddler a little.

“Yeah! Mummy, Danny and Milo adventure!” He giggled, reaching out for Dan - snuggling up in his arms once the driver took him. “Excited! Excited! EXCITED!”

You smiled fondly. “My silly boy. We’ll sort it all out when we get home tonight, yeah?”

“Yes please.” The driver said, stroking Milo’s curls - his eyes not leaving yours. It felt like there was no one in the paddock but the three of you and the driver felt his breath get stuck in his throat. That’s when it hit him, all at once. Oh fuck, I think I’m in love with you.

You raised a brow at him, breaking him out of his trance. “What’s that look?”

“Nothing. Nothing. Let’s go celebrate with the team.” He draped his free arm over your shoulder, Milo perched on his hip. Pressing a kiss to your temple. “My gorgeous girl.”

He relished the way your cheeks flushed, nudging him away playfully before leaning back into his side. He knew you hadn’t been his girlfriend long, but your connection was stronger than any label. He’d fallen hard for you and the way you looked at him, like you knew he’d fight for you, cherish you made him feel like nothing else. And he knew you’d do the same for him. He was sure it was love.

The three of you followed the rest of the team back towards hospitality. Dan removed his arm from your shoulder to shake hands with the team, his trademark smile on his face.

There was one more round of press before Dan could go home and you decided to wait for him in his driver’s room - sprawled out on the sofa with your laptop out so you could go through Lando’s data for the race. You wanted to get it in while you were still in work mode because during two of your three weeks off, you didn’t plan to think of the sport at all.

Daniel felt the same, as much as he loved driving - all of the obligations that came with it were tiring. He just wanted to go home and curl up in bed with you, kiss you silly and touch you all over. But instead he stood in front of a reporter, talking about the race. It was monotonous and all of his lines were rehearsed; despite how pleased he was with the race result, he couldn’t get you off his mind.

He was absolutely, positively, unequivocally in love with you.

And not once part of him was scared. Sure, he wasn’t going to admit it to you just yet, but there was no fear in him if those words tumbled out of his lips that you’d run. Maybe you wouldn’t say it back straight away, that was okay, but the two of you were entwined with each other in every which way.

So, as soon as he was released from press duties, he practically ran back to his room. Sweeping you up in the biggest hug when you stood up to greet him, a beautiful laugh escaping your lips as he spun you both around. You looked down at him with a playful smile, cupping his face in your hands before leaning down to kiss him - your legs around his waist.

Yeah. He was definitely in love.

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badwithten · 1 year

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11:21 PM

PAIRING Bangchan x fem!reader

GENRE fluff

WORD COUNT 598

A/N first fic back! not sure how good this is?? very rushed but just wanted to post something lol, so a small time stamp for chan:)

You never would be out of the house this late normally. Even on nights out you enjoyed showering and returning to the comfort of your own home before 10PM. But now it was approaching midnight and you sat on the damp bench outside of your apartment complex waiting for your lover to return home to you. Each car that approached made your heart grow with excitement, but it shrunk each time it didn't slow. Chan had been on tour for months now, and although you knew he wouldn't be home for long before he had to depart again, even seeing him for a minute was enough.

Chan soothed your soul, any hurt or discomfort melted away when you were in his arms. His solid chest is a place for you to rest, your emotions resetting and recharging. It was cheesy to say, but you truly believed Chan was your soulmate. You hadn’t been in many relationships but the few you had been in felt nothing like this. And even during those long romances, you truly thought you were in love.

But Chan, his love tasted different. He was your ice cold water in the middle of the night, the shade from intense heat on those hot Australian days. He built you up, never once knocking you down. You always described your mood as low before you meet him, but ever since you've been on a constantine high.

Maybe it was toxic to love so much, dangerous to be so dependent on someone. As you knew if Chan decided to move on you'd be distraught. But that was the thing about Chan's love, he was so transparent, so dedicated to proving how much he loved you.

Your eyes grew heavy and hands cold waiting so long for him to return home, but you knew if you waited inside youd fall asleep before he would arrive. And knowing Chan he wouldnt wake you, but you dont think you could wait til tomorrow to see him.

At last a car slowed to a stop outside of your apartment and you jumped up from your seat, pracotially bouncing from excitement. It was as if the gates of heaven opened and your own guardian angel finally decensedn. You could tell he was exhausted, the bags under his eyes and shoulders slumped. But that didnt stop him from wearing the biggest smile youve seen on him. Before you had a chance to say anything or react to his sudden arrival you were engulfed in his arms. His grip was tight, as if he was scared to let go. He buried his head into your shoulders and you could feel him breath down your neck. Not a word was spoken for a long while but his presence was enough.

Your hands were trapped against both your bpdies, still in your pockets. Evently you managed to sneak them out and wrap them around his waist. The feeling made him relax, loosening his grip. And at last he pulled away, finally taking in the glow of your face.

“Hey love” His voice was deep, giving you a shiver that wasnt from the cold. “I missed you”

You didnt say anything in response, instead capurting his mouth in a kiss. Warmth filled you up. He was back. After a moment more of taking in each others presence, he finally stepped away and took your hand in his.

“Let’s get inside your freezing”

“I hope you still have your keys, I think I left mine inside”

“Y/N!"

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Life in the Fast Lane: George Russell Has Momentum Ahead of the Australian Grand Prix

The F1 driver and IWC Ambassador is adamant of a strong season ahead with Mercedes.

By Josh Bozin 21/03/2024

“Right now, I want to be as fast as possible. It’s that simple.”

These are the words spoken boldly by George Russell, the 26-year-old Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS F1 driver—and IWC Schaffhausen ambassador—who, despite a 2023 season riddled with shortcomings and heartbreak, remains as confident as ever in his abilities to compete in the Formula 1.

“There is a fast car in there, it’s just about dialling in the performance,” he tells Robb Report at an exclusive event celebrating IWC’s newest Chadstone boutique. “Personally, I feel like I’m performing at a great level.”

As we approach this weekend’s Australian Grand Prix—the third race of the 2024 F1 season and one of its toughest—Russell, as always, is poised and focused on the task ahead. With a racing style that’s “fast, adaptive, and precise,” and a teammate in seven-times world champion Lewis Hamilton, Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS know what it will take to reclaim the dominant run of wins it was once accustomed to.

Below, Russell discusses the challenges associated with Formula 1, the growing awareness of mental health in sport, and his partnership with IWC which has afforded a newfound appreciation for the world of watches.

Robb Report: George, it’s great to see you back in Australia! We spoke last year and you mentioned a newfound appreciation for the ocean. During the off-season, did you manage to get away to any exotic or tropical location?

George Russell: Well I had every intention of doing so [laughs] but I actually got really ill at the end of last year and had to cancel all my plans and just stay at home. After Abu Dhabi, I spoke with the team doctors and they were like, right, you need six weeks off.

RR: So 2023 really was a rollercoaster ride for you, wasn’t it?

GR: It was, yeah. I’m glad it’s out of the way. But no, I’m definitely going to do a bit more exploring this season. I was hoping to go to Japan after this week and do a bit of exploring between Kyoto and Osaka but after Melbourne, I have to head back home to the UK and jump straight on the simulator.

RR: Have you had the chance to reflect on the season that was, and what are some of the things that you do to cope with the mental and physical pressures that come with a new season (and racing in general)?

GR: I think on the mental side, it’s important to talk about this and be open and honest with those around you. I’m so fortunate that my trainer, who travels with me every single race and has been with me for seven years, understands the racing world. So when we have these conversations, whether it’s to and from the track in the morning or during a session at the gym, that’s a really good way for me to release whatever maybe in my mind or for him to soundboard or bounce ideas off. Or really, just to hear me out.

On top of that, I do talk with a professional psychologist, which I think is really important. I think the views around mental health and talking with professionals is that you only do it when you need it and when you’re down in the dumps. Whereas my view is you want to be talking with those around you, whoever it may be, so that you don’t find yourself down in the dumps.

On the physical side, this sport is very demanding of its drivers. If we take this week, for example, I flew in last Sunday, jet lag hit me hard on Monday. Tuesday, I hit the gym but couldn’t go all out because you’re fatigued and you’ll do more damage. You need to let the body rest and recover. Wednesday, I’m doing events all day. I’m with the team Thursday at the track. And then, you know, come Friday it’s just racing, racing, racing. Sunday night, I fly back and come Tuesday, I’m back on a simulator. So it’s important on hitting that winter hard [off-season] because once the season starts, you just don’t get the time to increase your muscle mass or your fitness.

RR: A few weeks ago in Saudi, the team didn’t get the results you were hoping for. As we head into this weekend, do you know where the car is at in terms of performance, and what are the things you can do as a driver, however small, that will help optimise the team’s performance?

GR: We don’t yet know where the car is at… If you take Red Bull out of the situation, the grid is so close in Formula 1 at the moment. So that’s why you don’t know where we are in terms of performance because one tenth of a second is all that separates us from the likes of Aston Martin, McLaren and Ferrari. I mean, I qualified P3 in Bahrain. If I was two tenths slower, I’d have been P8. And that can change your whole weekend.

Sure, the car isn’t performing as we expected at the moment, but we’ve got some indications why that may be. We’re making some small changes ahead of the weekend in Melbourne, but it’s still early days, we’re two races in, it’s a 24 race season, and we need to utilise every single race right now to maximise the learning of the car before trying to optimise the last millisecond of performance.

It sounds a bit crazy that you’re still trying to learn during races, but we only get three days of testing. Fortunately, we have a week off between all of these races, so it gives us time to digest the data and be very thorough with that and try and pick off what we need to do.

RR: Are you feeling confident though ahead of the weekend?

GR: A driver’s role ultimately is to drive as fast as possible. Personally, I feel like I’m performing at a great level, especially over the last couple of races of the ’23 season. Right now, I feel like I’m doing well and you know, obviously you’ve got Lewis [Hamilton] as my teammate. You can only really use your teammate as your benchmark and I’ve got probably the best benchmark of all of the drivers. So we’re pushing one another. we’re trying to motivate the team and direct the team in the right way; that’s all we can do.

RR: Last month, the sixth season of Drive to Survive returned to Netflix. Obviously, the series has helped introduce a new generation of F1 fans but I’m sure it has its disadvantages, too. What are your thoughts on the series and with the added spotlight that it brings, how do you best deal with all the outside noise?

GR: I haven’t seen it yet [laughs], but I think it’s been amazing for Formula 1. It’s shown the sport through a different lens, which has been really important. And it’s brought so many new fans into the sport, as well as a younger audience. I think we’re seeing more females than ever watching Formula 1, which is also incredible, as well as a really a diverse group of people now supporting. Of course, as these things are, it’s of course, dramatised – that’s what TV is for. I think that’s why a lot of drivers have mixed views on the show. And for them [Netflix], it’s always important to find a narrative and a story.

To be honest, last year I made the decision to focus more on the performance rather than too much time with the Netflix crew because you do have to give a lot of time to developing the story and the narrative. And for every interview I’m doing, that’s two hours spent that I’m not talking to my engineers, or I’m not training, or I’m not talking to my psychologist, or I’m not on the simulator. I had the view of, will this make me faster? And I concluded, no, it won’t make me faster. Right now, I want to be as fast as possible.

RR: Let’s talk watches! You’ve spent some time with IWC now as one of its global ambassadors, and I’m guessing you’ve been wearing the new IWC Pilot’s Performance Chronograph that launched in Las Vegas last year. Has it been getting some wrist time of late?

GR: It’s the second edition of the Mercedes team watch and I’ve got to say, I really like its style. I think this model is a slightly elevated variant from the first one – it looks fast and aggressive, especially in its contrasting black and neon green colours, and add in the Petronas green that we see on the race car; it totally changes the watch.

You know, I didn’t know much about watches before joining IWC, and I wouldn’t say it was really a passion of mine the past, but since visiting the IWC manufacture in Schaffhausen, seeing the precision that goes into every single watch and how fine the details are is incredible. To be honest, the details are far finer than what we actually have in Formula 1.

RR: Do you prefer it on rubber or with a different strap option?

GR: On rubber, it brings a slightly sportier look to the piece. But I like bracelets and other materials, because it looks a touch classier – you can still wear it casually, but it gives you that option to dress it up. It’s super versatile.

RR: So would you say you’re more of a Pilots/Performance watch kind of guy, or do you prefer the timelessness of a good dress watch, like your IWC Portugieser Annual Calendar?

GR: I’m very fortunate because now I’ve got a number of options [laughs]. I would say I probably go towards the Portugiesers. Smart casual is my dress code of choice, and I think the Portugieser goes really, really well. I’m lucky to own the Portugieser Annual Calendar with a white dial and black leather strap. But I’ve also got the Boutique Edition, which I really love with its touch of navy.

#george russell #f1 #*m #24 #aus24 #australia #q #(he wanted to go exploring in japan ☹️...)

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A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 21

Meanwhile, Back on the Island...

The kids looked on in horror at Kaylo's change. "OK. This has Crazy Madame Prim WRITTEN ALL OVER IT." Leo yelled, making wild gestures at the girl. "Now Leo, it's improper to shout after all. Especially for a young gentleman." Kaylo said in a scarily calm voice. "But-I-HOW?!" Emma asked, horror in her voice. "I don't know. But we have to get help." Lora said. Unfortunately, they were surrounded by Ka Lā's security.

"You ain't going nowhere missy." One of them said, just as the kids all felt jabs at their necks. The last thing that Lora saw was Ka Lā holding one finger underneath Kaylo's chin. When the kids woke up again, they found themselves inside of what appeared to be a cold, metal, cell. Scrambling to their feet, Leo immediately ran to the door "HEY!! LET US OUT!!" He yelled, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Not a chance boy. You ruined everything last time, I won't let you do it again." Ka Lā said from the other side, glaring daggers into the kids. "Prim! But how?! And where's the real Ka Lā!" Mei yelled, shocked at how the same woman that was arrested on live TV was in front of them. "That stupid tropical harlot is currently taking my place in my little padded cell." Prim sneered, her eyes cutting at Mei.

"What did you do to Kaylo?! I know that we destroyed your purifier!" Rebecca asked, remembering how the Yuri, Kaylo, Dolly and her friends destroyed the Purifier back at the old school. "Oh yes. I haven't forgotten how you completely corrupted my daughter, and destroyed everything at my school. But luckily a...acquaintance of mine has decided to help me get back what I lost. Starting with returning my daughter to her former glory. And reversing the corruption in my former "students"". Prim explained.

It didn't take Trisha Jane long to figure out what Prim was going to do. "Don't you dare hurt Dolly! Or our friends!" She shouts. However, Prim just smiles "Oh don't worry Tracey Jones. You'll be joining them in the ranks of perfection too. Once Thea performs to the world and my acquaintance drops a special "gift" on your little town, Sweet little Timeville will finally become PERFECT! PERFECTVILLE!! Hmm...Has a nice ring to it." She said, an unhinged smile upon her face, making the group shrink back in horror.

However, her 'happy' mood was spoiled by another employee, who looked like he had been beat by a shoe scurried into the room "It's Thea! She won't go on! Unless you undo what happened with her daughter-" Prim glared at him "Thea WILL go on stage. One way or another. Her daughter is not getting in my way this time. I don't care if you have to drag her kicking and screaming. She. Will. Perform." Prim growled, scaring the employee. "HA! Good luck with that! Thea loves Kaylo, she won't sing a single note without you undoing what you did!" Mei shouted.

Prim glared back at the kids "I'll deal with you little delinquents later. Right now I have a imperfect diva of a singer to control." She seethed, stomping out of the room. The kids paled. Prim wasn't holding back this time. She. Wanted. PAYBACK. They knew that Prim's Purifier had a way to reverse the effects...but they didn't know how to reverse what Prim had done to Kaylo now. Especially since they had no idea WHAT it was she did this time. However. Before they could deal with anything, they had to escape first.

"There has to be someway out of here." Emma said, leaning against a wall. "Well...unless you have like a backup key or a way to pry the door open, I have a feeling that we're not going anywhere for a while." Lora said, looking out the window of their cell, hoping to see anything they were missing. "I wouldn't bother. I tried everything already." An Australian voice said. "Who said that?" Mei asked out, looking as much as she could in the cell. "Over here." The voice said again.

Mei looked to her right, and saw another cell, this one holding a teen with blue hair and a pair of goggles on his head, his blue eyes almost having a faint electricity to them "Who are you?" Leo asked, surprised to see another person in there with them "G'day. The name's Jett." He said from inside of his cell. Looking a little closer, Rebecca could see that he had a strange looking cuff around his neck. "Um...Not to be rude, but why do you have a cuff on your neck?" She asked.

Jett looked down at the cuff with distain. "Oh. That. You can thank the stupid muscle men that work with that woman. They put this demon-proof collar on me to keep me in here." He said. That got the kids attention. "Wait...did you just say Demon-Proof?" Rebecca asked. "Yep." Jett said simply, popping his P. "W-Why would you need a demon-proof collar?" Leo asked, his voice shaky. Jett looked them dead in the eyes.

"Because I'm a demon."

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Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

Jett belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

#Balan Wonderworld #Leo Craig #Emma Cole

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