#but if i do end up getting 21 units 🤞

[orangerainforest]

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[aesthetic-bbyg]

SMOOTH OPERATOR- TOM K.

Tom Kaulitz x chola!reader

in which you and a group of friends walk into a convince store in LA only for you to end up crushing on the German boy buying beer and candy.

Nattie speaks: I came up with this while listening to music hehehehe. I was also torn between braids or dreads but ultimately I chose braids🤞

TOM SHUFFLED ACROSS the aisle of the gas station, eyes wandering across the variety of candy and occasionally glancing down at the crumpled up paper in his hand, scribbles of what everyone wanted hardly readable. He wasn’t familiar of the area, only being in LA for a few days for the tour but he was still sent off to find all the necessity’s to survive in the hotel a little longer. His black glasses were shoved up onto his hat, braids swinging down his back with each step while also pulling his baggy pants up. His hands were full of chips, candy, cookies, now his vision was directed towards the back freezers were the beer was stored.

Off in the distance he could hear a faint buzz, a booming sound of music being heard from a mile away and it only got closer. The lyrics of a Tupac song echoed into the store, a mixture of boys and girls stumbling in loudly. The one holding stereo grinned innocently, lowering down the music as the clerk behind the counter glared at him. Two girls trailed in after, you and your best friend, Alejandra, pinkies interlocked as you whispered about some teen pregnancy that happened downtown.

“Hurry up, or I ain’t getting you nothin’.” Your brother, Manuel, demanded, heading towards the food. His hair was slicked back, far too much gel layed on his dark locks to stick it in place.

The two of you headed down to the back, immediately searching for the cold drinks, you sharp eyes looked around the glass doors of different beverages. You gasped suddenly, wrapping your fingers around the metal handle of the door and pulling it open. A fresh breeze blew onto your body, contrasting against the hot sun that beamed brightly just outside. “Damn, Jandra!” Your friend jogged by you with curious eyes. “They released a sandía version of the Arizona Teas!” A big grin filled your face, grabbing the red tin can.

“Shiit.” Alejandra smiled, “Alright, you get the sandía and I get the mango, just so we got options.” You nodded, closing the door as someone walked behind you. You looked over your shoulder instinctively, catching sight of a tall boy, adorned in baggy clothing, a bandana wrapped along his hairline and long cornrows.

Tom had also taken notice of you the moment you stepped into the store, he turned to catch a better look but was met with your own eyes. For a moment, time slowed, both of gazed kept on each other, waiting for the other to look away. In the end, his eyes were lost behind a shelf, but you could see the way his lips quirked up into a smirk before he walked into the chip aisle.

You nudged Alejandra, removing her attention from the kids juice box section. You subtly nodded over to the boy who stood a few feet away, grabbing a bag of salty snacks. “He’s cute.” You whispered, Alejandra nodded in agreement smiling over at you knowingly. “Should ask I for his number?”

“Do it.” The girl giggled, revealing her pearly teeth that were caged behind a pair of braces. But, before you could walk over he began to make his way to the front, breezing past your brother and his group of friends who were going ham on the condiments. You huffed, walking by your brother to get a better look at him but still keeping it nonchalant. Your hands were inching towards a bag of Hot Cheetos, you brother loudly chewed on his hotdog, you stared over at him with a disgusted face. Alejandra opened up a bag of hot Cheetos, filling it up with cheese from the nacho section. You joined her, doing the same till your ear picked up a brewing commotion.

“In the United States you need to be 21 to buy beer.” The old clerk lectured, angrily glaring at the boy in front of him, a ID slipped on the counter that showed all of the mysterious cute boys information.

“But I am 19,” He pointed at the date of birth stated on the card, “that’s legal everywhere else, just let me have them.” The boy argued back, a thick accent in the back of his throat while he flailed his arms angrily.

“But we’re not anywhere else, we’re in the United States, it’s the law, kid.” The braid-haired boy groaned, taking back his ID and leaving behind the pack of beers, cursing under his breath in german. At that point the commotion had caught the attention of all the group. You stared as he stomped out the store, bag full of other snacks in his hands. Your brother and his friends snickered amongst eachother, you shoved his shoulder with a stern look.

“Yo, do him a solid and get them.” You muttered, your brother stared down at you, expression laid back and careless like usual, but he raised a brow.

“You gon’ pay for it o que?” (Or what) He questioned, “Cuz, I’m already payin’ for whatever you and Jandra got there, I ain’t spending my money on nothin’ more.”

You rolled your eyes, stuffing your hands into your pocket and pulling out the last bit of cash you had on you, placing it in his open palm. He smirked smugly, walking to get a pack before making his way upfront, the things got paid for, the cashier asking the same questions of did you find everything okay? as always, though his miserable tone was pitiful. As soon as you and the group stepped out the store, your brothers friend cranked up the volume on the stereo again, the song blasting from the speaker. From a distance you could see the same boy, leaned up against the ice machine, his snacks still in hand while the other held a cigarette between his fingers. His dark glasses protecting his eyes from the lowering sun.

Alejandra smiled at you, passing the pack of cold beers before cheering you on silently. You looked back at her before jogging over to the tall boy. “Yo, got these for you.” For a moment he just stared at you confusingly, cigarette burning down as the seconds ticked by. “I saw what happened in there, but don’t worry, we always got each others backs here in LA.”

You’d begun to think that maybe he didn’t understand you, he did have a thick, foreign accent while speaking earlier which made you assume that he may have a limited English vocabulary. You weren’t sure, but it made you nervous and awkwardly shuffle from side to side. But finally, he dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his shoes and lifting his sunglasses from his enchanting irises. He grabbed the pack, a smirk on forming on his pierced lips. “Thank you, beautiful, what’s your name?”

You liked his confidence, the nickname immediately making your smile and lean your head to the side flirtatiously. “Y/n, and you?”

“Tom.” He replied swiftly, eyes examining your body. The tight white tank top that hugged your skin, the baggy Dickies that belong to your brother hung low on your waist being kept up by a black belt, your ears gleaming with large silver hoops. You had a few tattoos scattered across the exposed skin he could see, your eyebrows were thinly drawn on, lips lined with a dark shade of brown. He liked you, adored your style. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “You fine as hell too, that’s why I wanted to ask for your number.”

“Yeah?” Tom lowly questioned, his shit-eating smirk only getting bigger. “Well you’ve got it, gorgeous.” He set down the beers, reaching for his phone in his deep pockets. You exchanged numbers, conversing a little longer, pulling all the flirty comments you could think of. You got him to chuckle a few times before he revealed that he was in town with his band.

“I like your glasses.” You hands reached forward, grabbing them from his head and placing them on your face. “Damn, these nice as fuck.”

He chuckled softly, staring at you. “Keep them.” You looked over at him, lowering the glasses to make sure that he meant it and wasn’t playing with you. “Gives me a reason to see your pretty face again.”

“Damn.” You stared at him happily before a loud horn blasted from behind you, you rolled your eyes, glancing back to see your brother looking back at you from red the low-rider car seat. “I gotta go, but call me guapo.” You smirked, waving your hand before walking towards the car. Alejandra smirked as she saw your happy express when you hopped in the open-roofed car. Tom eyes never left you as the car pulled away from the gas station and sped down the road, the whole vehicle vibrating as a rap song shrieked out the speakers.

“Who was that vato you were talkin’ to?” Manuel questioned, looking back at you from the rear-view mirror with a raised brow.

“None of ya’ business, mitotero.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, head turning to stare out into the road, the harsh wind whipping through your hair. Alejandra smirked, leaning in closer to your ear.

“So, did you get it?” Your friend watched as your lips twitched, teeth coming out to bite back the grin that threatened to show. She giggled, shaking your body lightly. “Ohh, girl, you got that look of looove.”

“He fine as hell but love is a little much.” You replied, looking over at her with a mischievous smile. “He gave him his glasses, though.” You pull them from your head and passed them to her as she gawked at them.

“A la madre, this is some of that nice shit.” She examined it closely, staring at the Ray-ban logo printed on the side. Just then you felt a buzz on your thigh, you looked down at the phone as it lit up with a notification, an unknown number texted you. Immediately you opened it and smiled, Tom had texted you, a flirty greeting topped with a winky face. “I assume it your man textin’?”

“Cállate.” You turn your phone off, stuffing it in the side pocket of your pants. The text was only the first of many, Tom taking more interest in you the longer you talked, it wasn’t long till he’d taken you to his hotel room.

“Shit, fool.” You mumbled, tightening the belt around your waist as Tom chuckled, being the only audience member of your fashion show, aka you trying on his stupidly baggy clothes. “How so you wear this stuff everyday.”

He shrugged, throwing his hands up slightly. “I am a big man, I need big clothes.”

“No shit.” You scoffed, turning towards the mirror and staring at the huge shirt that looked more like a dress. “Should I wear this to the carne asada?”

“I think you should wear nothing, you’re sexier that way.” The Kaulitz boy smirked, doing that thing where he fiddled with the black piercing on his lip. You rolled your eyes and walked back into the closet, ignoring his comments as you dug through more of his clothes. In a few hours you and Tom would have to arrive at your tíos carne asada, Tom being requested to join by non other then your mother.

Tom was already dressed and splayed out on the seat, just watching as you struggled to find something, which why you ended digging through his clothes. It took an half hour before you came out satisfied, grinning widely as you put on your silver hoops.

The real problem came the moment you stepped in the backyard, your tíos home full of guest that you knew and some you didn’t. Either way a handful of them came up to with same comments how old you looked and how big you’ve gotten. Manuel came up with his little gang that constantly followed him around, it took him the longest to get sue to Tom. Though, it wasn’t long before your brother and Tom became friends.

“Wassup, ese.” Manuel he held a corona beer in his hand, using his free one to grab clap against Tom’s and bring him in for a swift chest bump. Then you ran into your mother, her expression going from a stern glare to a huge smile. Everything had went smooth so far, you were happy to be there, until a familiar voice squealed from behind you.

“Tomas! Mi Niño, mira que guapo té vez!” Your mother chanted, bringing him into a tight hug and planting her calloused hands on his cheek, he smiled shyly at her affection. The boy had grown to be a favorite, his charisma and cute looks making him popular with the tías.

“Mama, he just got here from Germany a couple days ago, está cansado, we just gonna sit and chill.” You attempted to reason with the woman, staring at your boyfriend apologetically. But you’d only made the situation worse, she gasped dramatically, looking back at the boy and ushering him to a table. She’s explained everything to all of the tías, which lead to him being taken care of for most of the night. He was constantly being checked up on, being handed plates of food, being talked to about the latest scandal of the neighborhood, it left you sitting with Alejandra, on the other side of the backyard.

“Que tienes, amiga?” The dark haired girl questioned, staring at your frowning face and squinted eyes. She could practically feel the heat of annoyance radiating of you.

“They took my fucking man!”

heheheheh, this just a short little thang I decided to write bc why not,🤷‍♀️y’all already know that Tom would have the aunties in a CHOKEHOLD!! I also had to rewrite the last half of this bc I forgot to save it so sorry if any parts of it seem rushed or short!

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2022: Round 13 - Hungary

Alrighty, here we go again. I think I’m halfway through the season now? (as in, the races that had Seb, soz Bahrain & Saudi). Anyway, I don’t remember much from this race bc I was still reeling from Seb’s retirement but I’m pretty sure Verstappen won so... woo

(Please let there be Seb and Bono sightings to make up for it 🤞)

I’ve actually had to mute the replay when the intro’s on bc I’ve heard it so much at this point 😭 Like the F1 theme is fine, it’s just not The Chain

I am obviously still watching the intro, bc Seb looks pretty in it

I’m sorry what... GEORGE IS ON POLE???

????????

how tf did he drag the W13 into pole????

ugh Seb in P18 whyyyyyyy 😭

Red Bull’s in 10th and 11th?????? What happened during Quali?????

Right hopefully I’ll process all that before the start

oh god there’s raindrops on the cameras.

Starting this at quarter to eleven at night is looking like A Mistake™️

[Formation Lap]: And the RBRs are going off the grid like snails because????

Oh they’re running new power units. Should mean that they should be running like snails, but anyway

TEEEEEEEEEEED (Yes, I watch all the replays on F1 TV in the International feed for Ted crumbs)

[Start/Lap 1]: Russell gets a surprisingly good start considering how long he was sat on the grid while the tail end cars lined up.

The Ferraris are looking zoomy though

rip Albon’s front wing endplate

[Lap 2]: and a wild VSC appears

oof debris all over turns 2/3. lads.

Lewis jumping both Alpine’s at the start?? iconique

[Lap 3]: aaaaand we’re green

Seb up into P16!!!! I’ll take it!!!

So, how are Ferrari going to mess up having P2 and P3 then???

It is a very sorry state of affairs that I’m just expecting Ferrari to mess up, but alas. Clowneria Ferrari reigns supreme.

[Lap 4]: idk if I want to call it racing but, the cars all seem to be following each other pretty well, but idk if anything is going to come from it. But it makes a change from all the massive gaps between the cars in France

[Lap 5]: and as I say that, Verstappen passes Alonso

...I’m just going to acknowledge Fernando asking for team orders and move on

[Lap 6]: Why did we cut from Kevin v Dan to Perez v Alonso???? I want my midfield spice!!!

I mean I know Alpine are a midfield team, but whatever

[Lap 7]: “Dry for the next half hour” idk if I want to trust that Mr Engineer

Meanwhile the Red Bulls are carving their way past the Alpines.

SEB INTO P15!!!! Hanging onto every single crumb I can

[Lap 8]: Bold of Crofty to assume Ferrari are going to be smart with their strategy to even think of trying a one stop. That’ll only happen if they just forget about Charles and Sainz

[Lap 10]: Lewis catching Lando 👀

ayyyyy Lewis has a rainbow helmet!!!!! 🌈✨

brief disgruntled Toto sighting. I feel you bud I don’t want to endure Lewis v Verstappen either 😭

Euros Crofty. The Lionessesses were competing in the final of the Euros. smh.

Anyway F1.

[Lap 11]: Norris v Lewis v Verstappen. I am unwell and not in a good way.

[Lap 12]: Yeahhhhh Lewis into P4 on the inside of turn 1. noice.

Seb watch: up into P14!!!

[Lap 14]: Now Charles hinting for team orders. Chaos children.

Cut to the Ferrari pitwall, I’m surprised they didn’t start playing clown music.

(Sorry to any Tifosi I assure you it’s coming from a place of utter disappointment)

[Lap 15]: oh god incoming Ferrari on Ferrari violence I don’t want

anyway people are starting to make their stops, Seb included, he’s out in P17.

Oh and so does Russell and Verstappen.

[Lap 17]: everybody do the pit stop shuffle!! *70s Disco music plays in the background*

[Lap 19]: cut to some focused Merc engineers

Hello Mr Merc mechanic 👋

[Lap 20]: I can only assume we’re already on Lap 20 bc the Hungaroring is so short bc the race is starting to drag a little bit.

[Lap 21]: “What do you do if you’re Ferrari?” I know Crofty was asking about strategy, but we do not have enough laps remaining to properly answer that question.

The RBR pitwall being immensely unbothered about Leclerc’s stop really sums up the 2022 season in a nutshell 😭

[Lap 22]: anyway, Seb watch: back into P14 after the pitstop shuffle!!!

[Lap 23]: oh jeez not live chat from the Ferrari pitwall. idk if I’m strong enough.

wsfuhaeuh nvm the connection either went or he’s just not answering.

[Lap 24]: oh not Dan picking his way past the Alpine squabble dvuhedsauh king shit

oh yes please replay that it was so funny

[Lap 25]: ah we are hearing from Binotto on the pitwall

SEB SIGHTING!!!!!

It was two seconds of the Number 5 Aston but I’m taking it with both hands

[Lap 27]: Leclerc into Russell’s DRS range 👀

oh god first mention of Seb’s retirement fuck off Crofty 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[Lap 28]: ohhhhhh Charles trying the outside of turn 2 on Russell

(Seb watch: P12 BABY!!!!!)

[Lap 29]: don’t cut to the pitwall show me the cars!!

(yes that even includes stressed Toto, there is stuff! happening! on! track!!!!)

[Lap 30]: ahhh so nearly on the inside of turn 2 and the outside of turn 4. Charles please think of my nerves.

This is fun to watch though

[Lap 31]: CHARLES GOES ROUND THE OUTSIDE OF TURN 1!!!!!

Yeah. That was hot. sorry not sorry.

and SEB PASSES ALONSO FOR P11!!!!!!

ugh down the inside of turn 1. NICE.

[Lap 32]: Ah. so much F1 tech, but sometimes you just gotta stick your hand out into the air and see if it’s wet or not. A Serious Sport™️

“It shouldn’t get any worse, famous last words” I find it so funny that commentators are aware of the Commentator’s Curse.

[Lap 35]: Half distance klaxon!!

I’m nether underwhelmed, overwhelmed, or even whelmed. It’s... a race I guess???

Seb onboard as he chases Esteban. And goes wide. It’s okay Seb I still adore you.

Livery watch: Aston Martin preeeeeeeetty 😍👌

[Lap 37]: So apparently the hard tyres aren’t working. Watch Ferrari use them at their second stop.

[Lap 38]: Oh no. There’s more raindrops on the cameras.

SEB PASSES OCON FOR P10!!!!!! 😭🙌

If I had a penny everytime Seb passed an Alpine on the inside of turn 1, I’d have two pennies. AND I LOVE IT.

[Lap 40]: Oh no Ferrari did pit Charles onto the hards I DIDN’T WANT TO BE RIGHT 😭

circus music

[Lap 41]: So Verstappen goes from P10 to P1 thanks to a combo of strategy, and OP car, and Ferrari clowning. Sounds about right.

oh. he spun.

[Lap 43]: Considering how pissed Charles was at his tyres, I don’t think he’s suddenly back in the race Crofty.

(I miss Alex Jacques comms SO MUCH. The things I do for Ted).

[Lap 45]: Well, the battle was tasty while it lasted.

Don’t hurt yourself trying to understand Ferrari’s clownery Crofty. Just call them fools and move on.

[Lap 46]: Lewis catching Sainz 👀

[Lap 47]: ahhhh AM doing the double stack

Pitstop shuffle 2 electric boogaloo! *80′s synth blares in the background*

Nooooo not Dan on Lance violence 😭 BOYS

[Lap 50]: Lance passes Dan and Seb passes Zhou. My lads!!! 💚

Team Green here to make passes into turn 1 and look gorgeous while doing so.

[Lap 51]: George catching Charles like it’s almost nothing. I will be taking a sledgehammer to those hard tyres. 

And Seb passed Dan into turn one for P12. niiiiice

[Lap 54]: And George goes round the outside of turn 1 to take P2.

They’re pitting Charles again. 🥲

I once again support Charles rights to burn shit down.

[Lap 55]: Bono I love you but please don’t mention anything about light rain I don’t want to hear it.

Yes, it would make the race spicy, but it would also make me stressed and it’s 25 to 1 in the morning as I watch this.

[Lap 57]: Lewis fastest lap!!! we love to see it!!!

oh yes please let’s manifest another Merc double podium. George and Lewis dragging the W13 kicking and screaming as they should.

[Lap 59]: oh not Mattia leaving the pitwall and walking to the back of the Ferrari garage. I think he figured out he just lost his job.

[Lap 60]: Nooo this was Bernie Collins’ last race with Aston?! We’ll miss you queen!!! 

[Lap 62]: Binotto watch: He’s back on the pitwall. Maybe he just needed a cathartic yell at the back of the garage.

oh yeah Lewis v Sainz let’s go!!!

[Lap 63]: And he makes the move down the main straight. NICE.

Angela’s proud happy clapping is a mood.

Oh Lance takes Bottas on the outside of turn 1??? NICE

oh fuck not Seb on Lance violence for P10 again. HELP.

[Lap 64]: Merc on Merc violence happening behind AM on AM violence. I’m not strong enough.

Oh Lewis with the switcheroo 👌

cut to the Astons, please play nice fellas.

[Lap 67]: SEB INTO P10 EVERYBODY MOVE

THAT’S MY BOYYYYYYYYYY 😭🙌💚

And Lewis on track for his 5th podium in a row. That’s my Kings!!!!

[Lap 68]: Oh no Bottas’ Alfa went poof.

[Lap 69]: Poor Charles’ suddenly worrying about his car. Lad’s gone from championship leader to being traumatised by reliability. 

IT’S RAINING?!

FUCK

screaming crying etc

[Lap70/Finish]: DRS disabled so it’s actually raining raining

*distressed yelling*

all while Seb’s chasing down Ocon.

LEWIS P2!!!!!!! SEB P18 TO P10, THAT’S MY BOYS 🖤💚

And fastest lap 👌

And he takes the record for most laps led a circuit. Legend behaviour.

Well... idk how I feel about that race tbh. There was some really good bits and kinda dull bits. The battles we had were good, but it again felt more of a strategy race than anything else. So a solid 6 front wings out of 10. Next race: Belgium!