#last time it was double dutch competitions

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man i love my dad

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Just say the word (Max Verstappen)

A secret relationship is hard enough to deal with when you don't have people constantly shipping your boyfriend with someone else

Note: english is not my first language. This is the first time I'm writing athlete!reader, so I thought about the sports I know better and swimming seemed fitting for what I wanted!

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"You're alone today, Y/N?", one of the other girls, Ella, asked as you retrieved your waterproof workout plan sheet from the folder.

"I'm going away tomorrow and I won't be back until Monday morning, so I squeezed in my Saturday session now; Carol is coaching with the younger group today later", you explained the fact that you were at the pool without your coach.

At first, swimming was an after school activity since your parents worked long hours and they needed you to be occupied and somewhere with someone looking after you, but as you grew older, your passion for the activity became more serious. Combined with your natural skill and hard work - and, truth be told, a dust of luck from deep pocket sponsors - you were able to become a full time swimmer. Tokyo 2020 Olympics was the proudest moment of your career as you stepped on the podium next to two of the people you looked up to the most, wondering if you were ever going to stand in the top step and hear your national anthem play. Baby steps - Carol told you immediately - this is already a huge achievement, Y/N!

"Do you want to stretch together?", Ella wondered, throwing a foam roller for you to catch once you nodded and getting one for herself.

"Where are you off to this weekend?", she asked curiously. You were playing a risky game, you knew that much, going away only on weekends and travelling to countries where, coincidentally, the Formula One Grand Prix was being held.

Luckily for you, no one seemed to make the connection as the last two years you managed to keep your relationship a secret. You first met Max in a sponsor party at the beggining of your professional career when you needed to up your earnings as the costs of travelling to competitions was getting higher and heavier on your savings. It fell through, but other sponsors came your way and you and Max started hanging out after it. The Dutch driver was funny and charming and after winning your first Olympic medal, you felt unstoppable and confessed your feelings for him. When he admitted he felt the same for you, you went from there on. At first, the decision to keep it secret was both strategic, as Max didn't want you to miss out on any sponsorships or teams backing you because you were in a relationship with him, and personal as he didn't want the world's prying eyes on your relationship.

Two years later, you felt like there had never been a right time to do it so things stayed the way they were, and most of the time, you didn't mind it.

"Austria", you kept the city to yourself as you worked on your hips as they were still tight from yesterday.

"Didn't you go there last year?", she quirked an eyebrow.

"Last year, I had more of a city break weekend, this time around I'm going for a nature approach, you know? No phones, no Internet, digital detox and all of that", you offered, doubling up the excuse so she wouldn't expect to see and Instagram stories or posts from your weekend away.

"Sounds nice! It can really get in your head when you're too long on them - I have a timer on my phone because otherwise I won't even notice the amount of time I spend on social media", she smiled before silently asking if she could take the foam rollers back to their box.

Getting yourself on the water and used to the temperature, you started with your usual warm up routine before following the plan you stuck to the platform.

On some days, the session felt quick, before you knew, the other athletes were already stretching and getting prepped for their own session. Today, it seemed like it would never end, as you looked at the clock and only fifteen minutes had gone by since the last time you checked it. At least your times were improving, you thought, drinking some water before going back to practice your butterfly stroke as dictated by the workout sheet.

It was already evening time when you sat down on your bedroom floor, packing everything you had laid out to take on your trip with you when your phone rang.

"Hey, liefje", Max said as his face showed up on your screen, "how was your day?".

"Good. Had training in the morning, then a physio session because my hips kept hurting, and I found some time to buy a replacement for my moisturiser before I came home to have dinner and pack", you showed him the suitcase, "and you? The car seems good, a nice gap to the others as well", you mused.

"The same old Friday, really. Woke up, came to the track, a little debrief with Alice and then we headed to the track. Only tomorrow will tell, but I'm confident on the pole", he smiled, "can't wait to have you here with me and see your gorgeous face up close".

"You can see it now", you ridiculed as you rested your chin on your phone and looked into the camera so Max could have an interesting angle of your features, "beautiful, am I right?", you joked.

"The most beautiful", he complimented, "are you nearly done packing?", he wondered.

"Yes, just my charger and a few other last minute things left - I'll put them in my backpack tomorrow morning", you reasoned.

"You better get to sleep, your flight is early", your boyfriend encouraged, "I really need it - a proper shower first and then I'll go to bed", you assured, "I love you, Max, see you tomorrow", you blew him a kiss.

"I love you too, gorgeous! Text me updates from your flight, okay?", he smiled, smooching his lips for you to see before you ended the videocall.

The shower helped you unwind for the night, a little list on your kitchen counter to remember you of the last minute things as you turned off the lights and got back to your bedroom, your bed waiting for you so you could sleep a decent amount of hours.

Sitting on the waiting area of the airport, you placed your backpack on your legs and rested your elbows there, grabbing your phone to scroll through social media.

Ella was right, people did spend too much time on these. Everyone around you seemed to be on their phone or tablet devices.

A photo of your boyfriend showed up in your explore page, a fan page showing his walking back to the garage after FP1 and Alice was trailing right beside him.

Scrolling through the carrousel of pictures, you found a small video of them laughing together about something. The comments under it were the same as usual.

No one can convince me they're not together!😌 (to be read as I know I'm delulu)

If they're not, I'll volunteer to show them how good they would be for eachother! 🫣

Such a power couple 😮‍💨🥵

When they finally knock some sense into eachother's head and realise they're meant to be together, I'm claiming them as my parents! 🥹

No matter how many times you saw it, it never got easier. For all everyone knew, Max was single, so they weren't acting as a disregard of you. They didn't knew a regard of you to begin with. So they took interest in his love life and hoped he was in a relationship with some of the women he interacted with. Max usually didn't let many of them start to begin with, but Alice worked for the team, he could only get so far away and be distanced from her.

Max wouldn't cheat on you, you knew that. But the comments made you wonder. Would he be better off with someone else? Someone who could follow him anywhere?

The thoughts often plagued your mind, and they hadn't yet turned to the your other insecurities, so you had to be thankful for that.

Boarding on the plane, you played some music on your earbuds as you fished out your kindle to continue reading the book you started at the beggining of the week.

The buzz was installed on track as you found your spot in the stands just in time to see the marshalls tidying up whatever was left on the concrete so qualifying could start without a hitch.

This was usually how you did it. On Saturday, you would watch qualifying from the stands, waiting a little in the fan zone before Max whisked you into the hospitality with Gianpiero's help. On Sunday, you either stayed on the stands and repeated the same procedure or you arrived early to the track and stayed in his driver's room so to not lift any suspicions. You had been invited to watch a few races with the Paddock Club pass with some of the other Olympic athletes, but it hadn't happened in a while.

To anyone, you were a regular fan. You had your RedBull cap on and sunglasses, and you had never been recognised in one of the races, so you felt calm. The tricky bit of keeping your relationship hidden from the public eye was going to be later, for now, you could just wait and appreciate the fast laps.

"I'm sorry, you're Y/N Y/L/N, right?", a girl in a Ferrari cap called your name. Crap.

"Hi, I am", you smiled, "I'm sorry to ambush you like this - I am a big fan and you're a big inspiration to me. I also swim", she reasoned as she fumbled with her phone, "do you mind if my father takes a picture of us?", she politely asked.

"That's okay, yes", you smiled, taking off your sunglasses briefly as the older man snapped a picture before he shook your hand, "she won't shut up about your achievements! Did you tell Ms. Y/L/N that you're going to be in the qualifiers for Paris?".

"It's Y/N, please", you requested, "That's fantastic, congratulations! I hope it all works out for you and I'll see you around there!", you hugged her quickly before she thanked you and found their seats.

She seemed nice enough and it wasn't like you were a public figure, at least to the general public anyway really, so between all of the people who could've spotted you, she was fine.

"C'mon Max!", you yelled as he and Charles seemed to be separated by a few tenths of a second, cheering loudly when the times were set and your boyfriend got the pole position.

The timing was perfect as Max took a little longer than expected on his interviews, fans scattering to the fanzone and track experiences while you spotted Max's engineer, walking with him when no one seemed to be paying attention to it.

"I'll tell Max you're already here", he smiled before he closed the door of the driver's room.

It always felt a little odd. Like you were doing something forbidden and illegal by being there.

"Yes, we'll meet in a bit", Max told whoever was in the corridor after he opened the door, closing it back when you jumped on him, legs wrapping around his waist, "hey, pole sitter", you smirked, nuzzling your face on his neck and kissing the soft skin.

"Hello, liefje", he mumbled against your skin before you pulled away, "kiss?", you asked for his lips to settle on yours for a bit, filling up on eachother's presence.

"No one saw you come here?", he asked. You shook your head, "everybody was paying attention to other things, the only people I encountered already know so we're safe", you stated.

Max noticed the change of tone, but you wouldn't have time to properly discuss it so he let it slide for now, telling you instead about the session and how the car felt, as well as the dinner plans her had for you since the room service menu was "so varied we could make our own little buffet".

You stayed in the room while he had the debrief, leaving together when you made sure no one would see you two.

"Room service called back, they said they'll bring the food in ten minutes", Max said as you got out of the bathroom, dressed in pyjamas and fresh out of the shower, "That's good, I'm starving", you smiled as you sat down.

Max always received the food at the door to ensure no prying eyes would see something he didn't want, along with other precautions like packing up all your things in case someone from housekeeping enjoyed the gossip and took the rumours somewhere else.

"I know something is bothering you", Max began you had taken a piece of chicken to your much, "I noticed it when we were in my room, and even now there's something", he nudged your arm.

Chewing and swallowing afterwards, you moved the broccoli around your plate, gathering your thoughts before speaking up, "do you know people ship you and Alice?", you spoke up.

"Don't change the subject, darl - is that it?", Max tried to understand.

"People seem to think you'd make a great couple, like, they have your whole relationship panned out. Everyone thinks she's very pretty - and I agree with them -, and that you two have chemistry and that it would be nice for you to be with her - looks exchanged and all sorts of ideas", you mumbled.

"Liefje, I'd never do that to you, I don't interact with her that way", Max replied instantly.

"I know you don't, but it hurts to see", you admitted, "comments people make about my boyfriend and how he really should start dating someone - and they know who that person is, so really it's just a matter of putting two and two together!", you let a tear fall down your cheek.

"Y/N, I didn't know it was bothering you so much and bringing you such sadness", Max cupped your cheek, thumb wiping the tears that followed suit and looking into your eyes.

"I can ask the team to issue or statement - or we can go public. I don't care what we do as long as you feel better about it", he comforted.

"Do you want to go public?", you asked, afraid of the answer.

"Y/N, my love, being secret was just to protect you, for your good. If going public is the solution for this, I'm the first one to walk into the paddock tomorrow with you, holding hands and everything", he moved his hands to cradle your own.

"You mean that? It's just, I don't want people to assume you're single and throw themselves at you - or throw someone at you! I know Alice won't do it, but other people might and I'm tired of having to lie to people about where I'm going and saying no to dates they try to set up and why I gave a RedBull rain jacket on my car", you chuckled at the last one, remembering your coach's reaction when she saw it, "Since when do you follow F1?", Carol questioned.

"We'll do it tomorrow if you want, or whenever you feel ready, Y/N. I'll be by your side, always", he smiled kissing your lips lovingly.

"I don't have any paddock wag outfits with me", you giggled, "have to make a good impression".

"Please, you could go in these pyjamas and you'd still be the prettiest woman there", he pulled you to sit on his lap as you finished your dinner.

The next morning, people couldn't believe their eyes as Max walked hand in hand with a young woman, the pair of them talking about something between them as they giggled.

A few were unsure of it was really you while others asked their colleagues to please repeat your name, googling you quickly and finding out your achievements.

Soon enough, pictures flowed social media with the paddock's new power couple, gossip Instagram pages having a field day and it wasn't even lunch time.

"This is news", Daniel said as he spotted Max. He had been one of the few people outside of the team who knew about you two, you having made him swear that he would never tell anyone, and if by chance he did let something slip, you trusted him to make a joke out of it and for people to assume he was just teasing Max indeed.

"You won't have to keep it to yourself anymore, Danny", you said as you hugged his side quickly.

"That's good, actually, I think that's what has been keeping me from being focused in racing, it's a real relief, Y/N", he stated and for two seconds, you felt bad for putting such pressure on him, "I'm just kidding! C'mon, you know what I'm like", he gave you a big smile, "now, I have to go, will pop by to see you though!", Daniel said as he waved while he carried on to his team's garage.

Your interactions with Daniel and the team spurred curiosity as the media started thinking and hypothesizing that maybe your relationship was as new as they thought it was. As it turns out, once again, Max Verstappen knew how to keep private aspects away from the media.

For now, they would try to dig more and find out how the Olympic medalist swimmer stole the heart of the Formula One driver.

[allaboutnayeli]

red looks good on you [e.de almeida x reader]

prompt: you find it hot when elisa gets angry on the pitch

author notes: been missing writing for my babygirl elisa 🥳 she's injured right now, so this is me trying to get over the fact she isn't playing with psg right now. enjoy it!

word of the fic: "anger" chosen by the loml @moonystoes

there are mainly two types of players. some are more clean and try their best not to foul anyone. while others are more aggressive. finding joy in not only fouling, but tackling and even obviously yellow card offenses on the pitch. elisa was definitely the second. the french woman had no problem pushing, colliding hard into, or taking the legs right under from her opponent. it was a part of the fun of the game and a way for her to be over competitive.

you didn't mind seeing elisa act like this on the pitch. it's entertaining, that's why she has so many fans. you often tag along with the paris saint germain feminines team when you weren't in classes. living the wag life was fun and you have gotten close to almost all of the girls on the team expect for a certain blonde.

however, sometimes elisa went too far. she would get so angry, her play would get aggressive enough that it showed she obviously didn't care if a red card was put up by the ref directed at her. you knew in the back of your mind when you see elisa starting to push a player a little too much you should disapprove; knowing damn well that if some other player was doing that to elisa, you would not like it. at the same time, can you really be blamed for finding it attractive when her aggressiveness is ramped up.

it's not your fault you have double standards. blame the attractive woman you call your girlfriend.

it's around the 71st minute in the match against lyon. the game has been intense since the first minute with the two clubs being huge rivals in the french women league. players on either side were getting desperate to break the 2-2 deadlock that was going on. sakina has been working particularly hard, but she just keep losing the ball. you remind yourself to buy her some cookies after the match for her efforts.

all the psg players on the pitch are trying to absolute hardest to beat the other french soccer giant. your eyes are glued to elisa as she passes the ball to chawinga who almost gets the ball into the back of the net, but one of lyon's players come in at the last minute. kicking the ball and causing it to fly away from the net. you can tell that elisa is getting more frustrated as the minutes passed. lyon was letting up and she didn't plan to either. putting on the hardest defense she could manage. the expression on her face along with how tense she looked already told you everything you need to know; elisa was about to snap if something happened.

and something did. as elisa was running to stop a ball coming near the psg's goal, she collides with danielle. sending both her and the smaller woman to the ground. danielle is able to stand up quicker than elisa, already ready to shout.

"watch where you're going!" the dutch player shouts out after elisa stands and comes close. elisa looks down at danielle, just narrowing her eyes. the ref quickly comes over to defuse the situation, but the moment danielle pushes elisa, it all goes to hell.

elisa is quick to push her back, sending danielle to the ground. her lyon teammates rush over to defend their teammate. ellie helping danielle up and pulling away from the small crowd of players. it only takes two minutes for sakina to reach elisa from where she was on the pitch. holding onto her as the french player glares over at danielle.

the ref doesn't even lecture elisa before holding up a yellow card. pointing at danielle before pointing at elisa; neither of them were about to walk off scoot free. then the game is allowed to continue on.

it seemed like the situation was put behind everyone as the players put more attention towards trying to score in the last ten minutes of the game. however, you can tell from a far that elisa wasn't over it. this is confirmed when elisa takes selma's feet right from up under her after selma tried to foul eva. was elisa's action out of self defense of her teammate or just her trying to get out some annoyance? we'll never know.

when the ref comes over to hold up a yellow card then a red, elisa acts clueless. throwing her hands up as if she's confused on why the ref is going after her. the rest of the psg players run over to elisa's defense, but it's no use. she walks off of the pitch and into the tunnel so she could go straight to the locker room; ignoring the psg coach who was trying to offer her water.

you just sit back and sip on your drink, watching the rest of the match unfold.

lyon wins with a late goal in the 87th minute, making the score 3-2. the fans in the crowd were not happy and you couldn't agree anymore, but nonetheless lyon came out on top.

you wait for the fans in the stadium to clear out before making your way into the tunnel. not even having to go into the psg locker room as elisa is standing right next to the door. she's leaning against the wall, her usual taper fade is slightly wet. after being sent off, elisa must have showered to cool off her anger.

"i know what you're going to say," she says, leaning off of the wall to pull you close. nuzzling her face into your neck.

"what?"

"that i should control my anger and that i costed my team the game?" she mumbles into your neck. you chuckle before kissing the side of her head.

"i'm your girlfriend not a soccer critic, babes," you say. your words make elisa giggle. she pulls away slightly to look at you. a smug smile on her lips.

"so..?" she says. you roll your eyes at how quickly her emotions can flip; finding that smile on her lips annoying but very attractive.

"so?" you say back to her

"so.. what do you think about it?"

"i thought it was pretty hot," you pull her closer by the collar of her shirt. giggling once you two's noses bump against each other. "yeah?" she says. you don't reply, just pulling her into a kiss.

the kiss only lasts for so long when sakina pops her head out of the locker room. scrunching her nose once she sees what you two are doing.

"have some public decency," she says before rolling her eyes, "elisa come get your cleats off my bag."

elisa pouts at having to stop kissing you, but still what sakina says goes so she pulls away. dragging you along with her into the locker room after sakina.

© thinkingaboutjaedyn

[s-awturn]

Karma Is A Bitch | MV1

summary: S/N and Max invented hate at first sight, they hate each other from the first moment they met and never tried to make things better. The hatred between the two is real and almost palpable to the point of becoming karma... In the dirtiest sense of the word.

cw: Conflict, verbal fighting, insults and name calling, suggestive, mild smut (very little), mention of accidents, and what else? Somewhat based on the discussion between Max and Esteban (no explanation needed). No real events will be taken into consideration here, so everything was taken from my head (duh)

a/n: I wrote this based on Max's headcanon in "Pilots and their romantic tropes", because it stuck in my head and I needed to develop it. It's my first time with Max (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°) heheheh so he's gonna be a little OC, don't take it too seriously pls. I just saw that I reached 101 followers, I'm going to shout it out (I'll think of something to celebrate, suggestions?)

Melbourne, 2023

"You're doing great, kiddo," Hugh said into the headphones. "We're down to the last ten laps, keep doing that and we could have a double podium today."

"Cool," she said through gritted teeth, focused on keeping Lando where he was: on her tail. "How's the car? Can we fight Verstappen for first place?"

Y/N heard Hugh's heavy sigh, and if she knew Hugh, she knew the engineer was rubbing his beard, as he always did when he was nervous.

The season was still in its early stages, it was only the third race of the year and the rivalry between Max and Y/N had already reached a dangerous peak, they competed more with each other than with other drivers. Luckily for the team, both Max and Y/N managed to keep the competition alive both among themselves and with the other teams — even if the two always took their internal rivalry more seriously.

"The wear on the tires has not yet reached a precarious level, so you can compete, but you need to be careful, there may be rubber debris on the track," he advised, hearing her click her tongue in agreement, Hugh knew he was stirring the hunger of a beast, and for all intents and purposes, Max had the prey she wanted. "God help us," he muttered, closing the communication channel.

Y/N smiled at the free pass Hugh had given her, she shifted gears, hearing the engine roar loudly and she smiled, there was a DRS zone. She was a few seconds behind Max, three maybe four seconds and with the possibility of overtaking in front of her, Y/N did what her instincts told her: she opened the rear wing and put her foot down on the accelerator, breaking the distance between her and Max and consequently stealing first place from the Dutch driver. She not only passed Max, but managed to establish the four-second gap between them again, with herself in the lead. Her smile under her helmet was wide enough for her to feel pain in the cheeks.

The rest of the race was fast and intense, she and Max fought aggressively for first place, Y/N didn't let Max take advantage of any opening, she broke all chances of Max regaining first place. Not even with DRS active was Verstappen able to retake the lead.

As the two entered the last lap, Christian, Hugh and the entire Red Bull team began to think they would have an accident, because the two were, literally, playing cat and mouse.

"Keep it up, girl" Hugh suddenly appeared on the comms, making Y/N laugh "you're going to win your first F1 race, keep it up"

She laughed with victory, feeling as light as a balloon as her car passed the checkered flag in first place. Everyone in the garage heard her happy screams, when Y/N parked the car in the spot reserved for the winner, she could barely see because of her tears. The girl didn't even have time to take off her helmet before she was engulfed in the team's hug.

"You did it, girl!" Hugh lifted her into the air, celebrating the victory. It all went through her mind like a torpedo, but she remembers well when her country's anthem played, Y/N cried. She couldn't even explain how light she felt without the weight on her shoulders.Being the only woman among drivers in the top category of motorsport was heavier than she thought and winning was not a dream, it was an obligation.

She greeted the champagne shower as if it were a blessing, laughing as she doused the other riders. If it were possible, she would be exploding like fireworks.

Victory tasted sweet, and she got addicted.

After Melbourne, what was already tense got even worse. Y/N discovered what victory tasted like and Max wasn't about to let her taste it again. But what he didn't know was that his teammate was just as stubborn as he was and was willing to commit atrocities if it guaranteed her a podium finish — just like Max himself.

The races became increasingly fierce, the other teams instructed their drivers to stay away from the fight between Max and Y/N. The possibility of the two RBR drivers putting a third person in an accident was immense, and no one wanted to risk it.

"You" Christian pointed at S/N, watching the girl play with the zipper of her jumpsuit, as if she wasn't being reprimanded "don't tease, I know how much of a brat you can be when you want and you" he turned to Max "calm your nerves, you'll end up causing an accident, and no one here needs any more punishment"

The team leader scratched the back of his neck, all his efforts to convert the hatred between the two into anything but... Harmful, but nothing worked. Frustrated because neither of them seemed willing to give in, so if neither of them would make the first move, Christian would.

"You two are going to stay here until you sort it out, I don't care how, if you want to be treated like children, I will treat you like children" he scolded, putting his hands on his hips "You have plenty of time to sort things out and when you leave here, I expect you to respect each other, at the very least!"

Christian left the room, locking them in there, Y/N snorted, aware that Horner wasn't joking and the sound of the doorknob locking made that obvious. From her corner of the couch, she glanced sideways at Max, making a disgusted face, which he scoffed at.

"If we're here it's your fault" he said, pointing his finger in her direction, S/N frowned in confusion and stood up.

"My fault?! You're the idiot who thinks everyone has to give you back the position! Do you know how to lose a race without crying in the team's lap?!" She yelled back, stopping just a few steps away from him. Both of them radiated pure rage.

"I wouldn't need to ask for the positions back if you weren't a treacherous snake!"

"And you're a crybaby!" She said angrily and soon a wicked smile appeared on her face "You hate knowing that there's someone really competing with you, threatening your title"

Max scoffed, stepping away from her as he adjusted his hat. "As if you were enough competition to threaten me with, cutie."

“You wouldn’t be so mad if I wasn’t,” she retorted, balancing on his ankles, being petulant enough to prick Max’s short temper. “It’s okay to admit you’re afraid of me, Verstappen.”

“As if I would fear someone who still smells of milk”

Y/N laughed, leaning closer to him. “Should I be worried about your nose being so close to my neck?” He clicked his tongue again, increasing the level of mockery, making Max even more irritated.

“I would never get close to you, under any circumstances,” he replied, with nothing less than raw disgust in his voice and Y/N would never be able to explain why that was such a hard blow to her ego.

“As if you had any chance,” she said, composing herself with dignity.

“Anyway, fuck you, stay out of my way, girl,” he warned, pointing his index finger at her, “or I’ll throw you in the gravel.”

“Do that and I’ll be your worst nightmare, kid.”

The two went to opposite corners of the room, leaving the entire place filled with animosity. They remained in the office for almost two hours until the public relations manager took them out, scolding them because they were late for their interviews.

When Christian saw them leave the office, he couldn't tell if his attempts had yielded any results, but from the way they existed near each other, he was afraid. Whatever would come after this conversation, he had the entire team ready, whether it was for a fight or, maybe, the apocalypse.

Spielberg, 2023.

The Austrian GP was an important circuit for RBR and S/N was excited, she really wanted to win at the team's home ground, it would be an important victory and she wanted first place as much as she wanted oxygen, perhaps victory was more important.

Since Christian's intervention, instead of her and Max strengthening their rivalry, it seemed to increase, which was great for the fans, the races became more exciting and fun to watch, but for the team, the atmosphere was unbearable. The fear of an accident between the two happening was real and increasingly possible; and the race at Red Bull Ring gave an extra weight to the competitiveness of the RBR drivers,

"Keep your head cool, girl." Hugh ruffled her hair as Y/N sat in the cockpit, reading the information on the monitor. "Do your race, stay calm and everything will be fine, you have a good score in the drivers' championship, don't let your problems with Max get in the way of the race, It's important for the team"

"Relax Hugh, we'll win the race and increase the points gap with the second team"

"You're in second, so try to preserve your tires until the pitstop, our strategy will come into play after the first stop, understand?"

"Yep Hugh, I understand."

"In other words, no pointless fights with Max." He said, giving her a stern look, Y/N giggled and held up her crossed fingers. "Y/N..."

"I'll try, I promise"

The minutes until the start of the race were spent fine-tuning the details of the strategy, meditating and listening to encouragement from the family. And as always, the moments until she positioned herself on the grid passed as if she were on autopilot, without realizing where she was or what she was doing until her engines roared. It wasn't until the lights came on that Y/N blinked back to the real world and she smiled, gripping the sides of the steering wheel. She glanced quickly in the rearview mirror, seeing her purple helmet gleam in the faint light of the weak sun. The forecast was for rain for the second half of the circuit, which made her anxious, she loved racing in the rain just like one of her greatest examples in motorsport, Ayrton Senna.

When the lights went out, she let her instincts take over and her focus was on one thing, the highest place on the podium.

In the second half of the race, the rain fell like a torrent, nothing that S/N wasn't used to and with this new obstacle, she held on, trying to have a safe race, even though he was still competing for victory with his teammate. She stepped on the brakes several times, trying to avoid any collision and as they were entering the forty-fifth lap, exactly at the Schlossgold Curve, in a fierce dispute with Max, where she tried to overtake him when a collision with the two front wings made S/N spin on the track until she was pushed against the barrier. The shock was strong enough to make her hit her head against the steering wheel; S/N was disoriented for a few seconds and shook her head, but the act made her grunt in pain and hearing Hugh's desperate calls in the dot in her ear only made her more nervous. She didn't even know when she was pulled out of the cockpit or when she was taken to the circuit hospital, but she knew exactly the moment the rage exploded in her chest.

Max threw her off the track, in a dirty move, Max took her out of the race.

"I'm going to kill him," she said as the nurse bandaged her forehead. The poor nurse gave S/N's companion a frightened look, who signaled for her to ignore it. "He threw me off the track, mom, I hit the barrier!"

"Honey, don't worry about it, you're fine, luckily the accident wasn't more serious" she tried to calm her daughter down and asked the nurse to leave, which she did in a hurry.

The driver's time in the hospital was spent hurling abuse and homicidal thoughts at Max Verstappen. So it was no surprise when she arrived at the Red Bull garage screaming and swearing. She shook off Hugh's grip on her, marched straight to Max, and pressed her finger against his chest.

"You scream that I'm a treacherous snake, but you're the most dishonest son of a bitch that ever walked this fucking earth!" She yelled, seeing Max's eyes widen until he understood what was happening.

"What? Did you really think I was going to give you my position? Wake up girl."

"Are you an idiot? That was a clean maneuver, I didn't attack you to get thrown off the fucking track"

"You wouldn't have gone off the track if you were a good driver, or an honest one" Jos Verstappen interjected into the conversation, pulling Max away from it.

"Maybe it's time for you to rethink your career, this profession isn't for everyone, including cute and delicate little things like you" Max said, and that made something burn deep inside her before it completely faded away.

She licked her lips and pulled away, playing with the zipper of her jumpsuit, a habit she did whenever she was nervous, she took a deep breath and said "You know what? Fuck it, from today you died to me"

And with that, Y/N retreated to her room, feeling her whole body tremble, since she was four years old, she never questioned herself, She always knew that she would race in F1. This was always a certainty in her life and she had the unconditional support of her parents; thinking about anything else for her life never crossed her mind, Y/N knew she would be the first girl in the highest category of motorsport.

However, being discredited in that way, especially after an accident, shook her convictions.

And for the first time in many years, she cried in fear that she would not be able to do it anymore.

São Paulo, 2023

After Spielberg, things in the RBR pit changed drastically, Y/N didn't just avoid Max, she literally pretended he didn't exist, of course the Dutchman didn't take it seriously in the first few weeks, he thought Y/N was just making a fuss to get attention, but he realized things were serious when Hugh started relaying her decisions to him. Of course, the PR team did best to keep things away from the general public, It was necessary for the pilots to maintain good relations, even if just a little, for the good of the team.

She did what she promised and it was as if Max didn't even exist.

And shit, that really bothered Max, because Y/N looked past him, she never spoke to him again, she never stayed in the same place as him again, even the races had changed, Y/N hadn't lost the will to win, but something had really lost its essence.

It was Saturday, almost eleven o'clock at night when Max's discomfort about Y/N became unbearable.

He didn't know why, but it was boring, really bad not having someone to fight with, to make things more exciting. There was a piece missing and he knew where it was.

Y/N was the karma in his life, to torment him, to make his life hell, but fuck it, Y/N was still his karma and he would deal with her.

He put on his slippers and got the room key, he didn't need to ask, he knew which room she was staying in, Max crossed the hotel like a caged lion that had found freedom and it was with all that frantic energy that he almost broke down the door to her room.

Max hoped that this would get some reaction from his teammate, but Y/N opened the door and remained silent, looking at him standing in the hallway.

"You can't fucking ignore me forever!" He yelled, expecting her to retaliate, but Y/N just prepared to close the door, but Max stopped her. "Talk to me, damn it."

"Well, what do you want me to say?" She said, too calm, too soft, and Max didn't like it.

"Fight, scream, do anything, but don't ignore me"

She reached out, checking her cuticles, a clear sign of disinterest that increased Max's disgust, she couldn't act like that.

"I can't ignore what's dead to me," she said dryly, "was that all?"

Max swallowed the lump in his throat, her indifference made him uncomfortable in his own skin, it was impossible to deal with it calmly. He took a deep breath, letting the act clear his mind, he let all his arrogance and pride fall away and allowed himself to be vulnerable; Max admitted to himself that he missed her, Y/N was a constant in his life, chaotic, disturbing and restless, but a constant, he knew she would be there to stick his ass in the races, to take everything he had and without it, things would get monotonous.

But still, he wanted a reaction, he wanted the white-hot, overwhelming anger that was always in her.

"Yes! I want you to stop ignoring me, acting like I'm nothing in front of you."

"I don't care what you want, Verstappen," she said, crossing her arms. "I couldn't care less about your desires."

"You think that makes you better than me? You're always saying how arrogant I am and what do you think that swagger is? Niceness?"

Y/N gave an exhausted sigh and pulled Max into her room, because in a little while longer, he would be causing a ruckus in the hallway.

"Why is this important to you, Verstappen? Unfortunately for you and your father I didn't change careers, but to your delight, as your father once said...?" she paused, resting her index finger on her lips as she pretended to think, "Oh yes, a hindrance to your brilliant career."

"And you gave in? Did you accept it so easily?!" He exclaimed and she pressed her temples, already exhausted from that conversation, feeling her patience drain away very quickly.

"Do you have some personality problem? You have to! Why the hell are you so bothered by this, damn it?!" She finally screamed, stressed out by the whole thing.

"I don't like it! I hate that you're distant, damn it!" He took over, making her posture break, Y/N looked at him in surprise, what was Max talking about?"

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"I hate you, I hate the fact that you are hard-working and intelligent, that you work on your strategies, the way you drive, the way you laugh" he spoke quickly, not giving her a chance to respond "I hate how you fill every space with your presence, I hate how nice you are to Charles, how you idolize Hamilton, I hate you for flirting with Lando because..."

Y/N's eyes were wide as she watched Max's monologue in his suite.

In return, Max found his breath — and the courage to finish what he had started, because hell, Y/N was more challenging than any race he had faced.

"Because I get jealous, I hate that they have your attention, I hate that they have any part of you while I have nothing"

Y/N rested her hands on her hips, absorbing Max's confession, God knows she never expected to hear that, not even in that circumstance.

"Fuck, that's something," she said, wanting to break the silence, seeing Max twist his fingers in pure nervousness. But nothing more was said for long minutes until she looked him in the eyes, peering into whatever he was trying to keep hidden. "Have you ever thought about talking about this in therapy?"

Max gasped, this was fucking not what he was expecting.

"Well, damn, that caught me off guard, you know?" She said, sitting on the bed. "That doesn't justify your shitty behavior towards me this whole year."

"I know, but you were a bitch to me too."

"And I ignored you"

"And I hated that shit, keep being a bitch to me, it's better than being treated like nothing"

"You deserved every second, you still do"

Max sat next to her, both of them staring at the huge black and white photograph of the capital of São Paulo.

"I'm sorry, you're a great driver, I never meant to make you doubt your potential and the sport would be a lot more boring without you in my rear view mirror" he said sincerely "You make a difference in racing and I wouldn't forgive myself if I ruined that... None of what I said was true, it was a bit of spite"

"You need to work on being forgiven... And if your father talks to me like that again, I'll throw my helmet at him."

"Okay, fair enough."

"And you need to learn to declare yourself, that was completely unromantic"

"Was that all you paid attention to?"

"And you're judging me for that?"

"Obviously, because I opened my heart here, "go fuck yourself, damn it"

"Why don't you come do it, you coward"

Before the two could process what was happening, Max and S/N were kissing, rolling around on the mattress. Grunts and curses were uttered in a confused manner and before long, the clothes were scattered around the suite and before long, the girl was riding the Dutchman, moaning insults as he bit her breasts and neck, leaving fingerprints on her hips, her thighs and ass. He swore in Dutch — and it made Y/N clench around him.

Maybe it was the euphoria, or the repressed feelings that led them both to orgasm in a violent way.

"Fuck," they said together.

The sky above her was so blue and bright it hurt to look at and behind her, Max was on her tail, nudging for any chance to retake the lead of the pack, but Y/N increased the gap, from four seconds to six. She knew he was cursing and that it would be harder to close the gap between them.

The fans screamed, fired up by the competition for first place, suddenly that fight, the anger had arisen again, making things interesting again.

"One more quarter of a lap and you'll win the race, firecracker." Hugh said into the headset, making Y/N laugh in excitement. "Things are in place again, that is great"

"I know you missed me, I missed you too," she admitted, changing gears at once, making the engine roar. "I love my job."

The podium featured Red Bull Racing twice and the last time anyone saw such a bright smile on S/N's face was in Melbourne, months before.

"You should make it easier sometimes" he said as they both waited for her anthem to start, Y/N giggled.

"As if you liked that," he retorted ironically and Max shrugged, yeah, he didn't.

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[ditttiii]

omg I’m in love with your writing 🥰 can you maybe write a singer!reader with Charles or Max where he goes to her concert for the first time and is mesmerized by her??

MAX VERSTAPPEN X FEMALE READER

summary: she is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. Hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her.

a/n: this fic and all future f1 updates will be posted onto my side account @rosegasly only.

The season was over another championship in the metaphorical bag for Max and a champions trophy for Redbull. After the worst possible start, things had really picked up for the team. Post sleepless nights and long hours put in by everyone on track as well as back in Milton Keynes, it had been a double landslide win. 

When finally, after what may very well have been the best season of his motor racing career, his friend and fellow Dutch musician had proposed joining him for a three-day music festival, well agreeing was a no-brainer for Max. 

He is weaving through the sparse but busy crowd backstage, a VIP pass hanging from his neck, letting him through uninterrupted. Contrary to the image the media had painted of him, Max was pretty outgoing. He didn’t spend time with the drivers off track as much as maybe Pierre or Charles did, but it was all because of the complicated and competitive nature of the sport and not at all because he didn’t enjoy being around people or as the media was fond of portraying–a surly grump. 

Max is straightforward, sometimes abrupt, and while he leaves most of those heated feelings back on track, he isn’t quite comfortable enough to play jolly best pals with the other drivers, either. 

“Max!” 

He swivels, eyes roving over the people until he finally spots the Dutch DJ and nods, making his way over. 

“Hey man, glad to see you are up. Didn’t think you would be after last night.” 

Max decides not to mention the persistent pounding hurting the left side of his face and jaw. He’s felt worse over the years training for races. 

“Yeah, just a little tired. When’s your set?” 

“It’s the last one bruv. Not for a while.”

He absently nods and with a promise to catch said man later disperses back into the crowd. 

It’s a few hours later when it’s dark out and he’s walking back with a drink from the food stalls built further away from the stage that he sees her. Max doesn’t recognise her, can’t even see her clearly from how far back he is, but he hears her voice, that raspy, low undertone, the slow, gentle sway of her hips as she sings and it captivates him. Something about her, the way she sings, her tone, the words, so vulnerable with her voice stripped bare. She is talking to him, spilling all her secrets in confidence under the hush of the night and not in front of thousands of people amidst the loud yells and cheers. 

Max walks closer and looks for a screen because he knows there isn’t a way he can push past the screaming crowd. He wouldn’t budge if he was in the front too, and it’s easy to get lost again now that he can see her clearly. 

She is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. Hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her. It’s a sad song. She is talking of heartbreak and wanting to let go, being unable to and her voice dips, grows raspier, like she wants to cry, is on the verge of before it lifts, becomes crisp and clear and so so sweet. 

He doesn’t know her name, still can’t recognise her, but when she opens her eyes, his breath seizes. Twin pools of midnight skies gaze back at him through the screen and he feels naked. Like a word from her would crumble all his walls, the stranger in the gray bar whom he’d tell all of his world to, the fears that keep him from sleeping, the things that make him happy, the parts of him he is ashamed of, the ones he has worked years to build. 

The song ends, the cheers grow louder and so does her set because she goes back in and doesn’t come out, though he stays rooted where he is. Breathless, his pulse races under his skin with an itch to be closer to her. He wants to know her, touch her, bury her under thoughts of him as she has and be her muse. 

If his friend notices the slightly crazed look in his eyes when he asks him to introduce her, he is kind enough not to say anything. 

Max waits, impatient in a way he has never been. He isn’t used to falling apart like this. He is usually steel and calm, forged under the relentless rain of his hometown, aged on the racing track where a possible death lurks at every corner, every wrong inch of a move, yet here he is, tripping over his own feet, anxious over a girl. He doesn’t need his father to be a witness to feel his disapproval. 

 She comes out of her room backstage, ironically enough, tripping on her own feet and if anyone asks, he would chop it up to the years of developed reflexes but he feels the truth in his gut. Even if he weren’t an f1 driver, he would still have felt her losing her footing before anyone else. 

She lands in his arms and the way his hands clench around her waist tighter is entirely unconscious. She breathes an embarrassed laugh near his ear and he suppresses the shiver that wants to wrack his whole frame when it washes over him. She smells of mint and sugar, like the sweetest of things and he aches to have this woman he barely knows. 

Jokingly she wraps her arms around him too, making a pun about this being how she meets new people and introduces herself and Max feels her touch more acutely than he feels his car midrace, senses attuned to every bit that is she. Soaking all the words and breaths and glances like a man parched. 

He doesn’t remember introducing himself, unsure if he even said anything but soon she is ushering them into her room and he tails behind her, still spellbound like a child, amazed by her zest for her craft as she discusses her performance with his friend. It’s a foreign feeling, rare, the way he feels right now. Almost undeserving of her attention since he didn’t know who she was before, hasn’t heard her music, doesn’t know what’s the right thing to say. 

Max is all sharp edges and brusque words and is afraid to say the wrong thing. Come across as harsh and inadvertently drive her away. He feels no parts a two-time world champion and all parts an awkward teenager tongue-tied in front of his first real crush. But then she turns around, looks at him and smiles, cracks a joke, leans over at some point to lightly grab his arm, like she is letting him on a secret, including him in her own little bubble, and there’s nothing he can do to stop the joy from bubbling over in his heart.

a/n: all my f1 fanfics have been moved onto here 💕

here's to hoping ferrari can catch up this weekend and I ll have more people than just max to write for 🤌😩

thankyou to the anon for sending in the prompt and aww I m so happy to hear u like my writing 🥰🥰 happy reading 💕

[rosegasly]

you came out of the blue.

MAX VERSTAPPEN X FEMALE READER

⇢ summary: she is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her. ⇢ genre: fluff ⇢ pairing: max verstappen x female reader/oc

The season was over another championship in the metaphorical bag for Max and a champions trophy for Redbull. After the worst possible start, things had really picked up for the team. Post sleepless nights and long hours put in by everyone on track as well as back in Milton Keynes, it had been a double landslide win. 

When finally, after what may very well have been the best season of his motor racing career, his friend and fellow Dutch musician had proposed joining him for a three-day music festival, well agreeing was a no-brainer for Max. 

He is weaving through the sparse but busy crowd backstage, a VIP pass hanging from his neck, letting him through uninterrupted. Contrary to the image the media had painted of him, Max was pretty outgoing. He didn’t spend time with the drivers off track as much as maybe Pierre or Charles did, but it was all because of the complicated and competitive nature of the sport and not at all because he didn’t enjoy being around people or as the media was fond of portraying–a surly grump. 

Max is straightforward, sometimes abrupt, and while he leaves most of those heated feelings back on track, he isn’t quite comfortable enough to play jolly best pals with the other drivers, either. 

“Max!” 

He swivels, eyes roving over the people until he finally spots the Dutch DJ and nods, making his way over. 

“Hey man, glad to see you are up. Didn’t think you would be after last night.” 

Max decides not to mention the persistent pounding hurting the left side of his face and jaw. He’s felt worse over the years training for races. 

“Yeah, just a little tired. When’s your set?” 

“It’s the last one bruv. Not for a while.”

He absently nods and with a promise to catch said man later disperses back into the crowd. 

It’s a few hours later when it’s dark out and he’s walking back with a drink from the food stalls built further away from the stage that he sees her. Max doesn’t recognise her, can’t even see her clearly from how far back he is, but he hears her voice, that raspy, low undertone, the slow, gentle sway of her hips as she sings and it captivates him. Something about her, the way she sings, her tone, the words, so vulnerable with her voice stripped bare. She is talking to him, spilling all her secrets in confidence under the hush of the night and not in front of thousands of people amidst the loud yells and cheers. 

Max walks closer and looks for a screen because he knows there isn’t a way he can push past the screaming crowd. He wouldn’t budge if he was in the front too, and it’s easy to get lost again now that he can see her clearly. 

She is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. Hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her. It’s a sad song. She is talking of heartbreak and wanting to let go, being unable to and her voice dips, grows raspier, like she wants to cry, is on the verge of before it lifts, becomes crisp and clear and so so sweet. 

He doesn’t know her name, still can’t recognise her, but when she opens her eyes, his breath seizes. Twin pools of midnight skies gaze back at him through the screen and he feels naked. Like a word from her would crumble all his walls, the stranger in the gray bar whom he’d tell all of his world to, the fears that keep him from sleeping, the things that make him happy, the parts of him he is ashamed of, the ones he has worked years to build. 

The cheers grow louder, the song ends and so does her set because she goes back in and doesn’t come out, though he stays rooted where he is. Breathless, his pulse races under his skin with an itch to be closer to her. He wants to know her, touch her, bury her under thoughts of him as she has and be her muse. 

If his friend notices the slightly crazed look in his eyes when he asks him to introduce her, he is kind enough not to say anything. 

Max waits, impatient in a way he has never been. He isn’t used to falling apart like this. He is usually steel and calm, forged under the relentless rain of his hometown, aged on the racing track where a possible death lurks at every corner, every wrong inch of a move, yet here he is, tripping over his own feet, anxious over a girl. He doesn’t need his father to be a witness to feel his disapproval. 

 She comes out of her room backstage, ironically enough, tripping on her own feet and if anyone asks, he would chop it up to the years of developed reflexes but he feels the truth in his gut. Even if he weren’t an f1 driver, he would still have felt her losing her footing before anyone else. 

She lands in his arms and the way his hands clench around her waist tighter is entirely unconscious. She breathes an embarrassed laugh near his ear and he suppresses the shiver that wants to wrack his whole frame when it washes over him. She smells of mint and sugar, like the sweetest of things and he aches to have this woman he barely knows. 

Jokingly she wraps her arms around him too, making a pun about this being how she meets new people and introduces herself and Max feels her touch more acutely than he feels his car midrace, senses attuned to every bit that is she. Soaking all the words and breaths and glances like a man parched. 

He doesn’t remember introducing himself, unsure if he even said anything but soon she is ushering them into her room and he tails behind her, still spellbound like a child, amazed by her zest for her craft as she discusses her performance with his friend. It’s a foreign feeling, rare, the way he feels right now. Almost undeserving of her attention since he didn’t know who she was before, hasn’t heard her music, doesn’t know what’s the right thing to say. 

Max is all sharp edges and brusque words and is afraid to say the wrong thing. Come across as harsh and inadvertently drive her away. He feels no parts a two-time world champion and all parts an awkward teenager tongue-tied in front of his first real crush. But then she turns around, looks at him and smiles, cracks a joke, leans over at some point to lightly grab his arm, like she is letting him on a secret, including him in her own little bubble, and there’s nothing he can do to stop the joy from bubbling over in his heart.

thankyou to the anon for sending in the prompt and aww I m so happy to hear u like my writing 🥰🥰 happy reading luv 💕

[sweetestofchaos]

Parings: Arissa/Yoongi

Genre/Trope: Gang AU, Fluff

Rating: 18+

Summary: Sometimes you just gotta shoot ya shot

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Kissing, Exhibitionism, Oral (m receiving), Breath Play, Cum Swallowing, Pet Names

Sᴇʀɪᴇs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | Bʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

It was a company wide event, all the heads of departments were supposed to participate in the games. Yoongi and Jungkook filled in for Hoseok and Namjoon, since they had to oversee the whole event along with a handful of small-time celebrities to hype up the fun. The events were sports related with a few dance, strategy and food related  games for those who were not athletically inclined. As Namjoon’s personal assistant, Arissa had to participate in at least two events.

Not wanting to steal the spotlight as Hoseok’s wife, Arissa chose to join the bake off and the double dutch competition. Her outfit was simple, a pastel rose colored shirt, light wash jeans that flared at the bottom and her new white Jimmy Choo heels that Jimin gifted her. They had large white bows on them and were pointed, they were adorable. 

Hoseok in similar fashion wore a red button down that had lighter red pinstripes throughout with gray slacks and black plain toe oxford’s. He chose not to wear a tie and left the first two buttons undone to show off the silver chain around his neck. Arissa walked around the rented out community center with Hoseok on her arm. They both smiled and greeted different people, enjoying the stress free environment around them. 

Hoseok looks down at the watch on his wrist while Arissa looks at one of the vendor stalls serving corn dogs. Arissa orders two corn dogs and walks back over to Hoseok’s side, waiting for her order. 

“So, what are Jungkook and Yoongi doing today? Neither one would tell me.” Arissa stares up at Hoseok and he shakes his head. “Is it a huge secret?”

Hoseok laughs and walks up to the vendor, seeing that their order is complete. He holds out a corn dog to Arissa and kisses her forehead before he nuzzles his nose against her temple, “I think they just want to surprise you, Peach.”

“Jungkook isn’t doing the dance off is he?” Arissa frowns and Hoseok laughs. 

“No…but it’s along those lines.”

Arissa groans and keeps walking beside Hoseok as they eat.

“Come on, Yoongi should be getting ready for his event.”

Hoseok leads Arissa over to where a large crowd has formed and she can hear people placing bets on two different teams. People move out of the way when they notice the two of them together and Arissa fights the urge to roll her eyes. She spots Namjoon sitting alone on the side and when Arissa looks around she notices Namjoon is sitting courtside on a basketball court. 

“He plays basketball?” Arissa stares at the side of Hoseok’s face in shock. Yoongi does not look like someone who knows anything about basketball. “I-Is he any good?” Arissa worries about Yoongi embarrassing himself in front of all these people. How would he be able to show his face around the office if he sucks?

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” 

Hoseok leads Arissa over to Namjoon, and she sits in the middle seat with Hoseok on her other side. Before Arissa can question Namjoon about Yoongi, one of the announcers starts speaking, thanking everyone for coming out and showing support for Kim-Jung Enterprise. The announcer starts rattling off the names of the first team and they all run out waving, wearing blue shorts and white t-shirts with their names on the back.

Arissa doesn’t hear Yoongi’s name for the first team and she watches the entrance where they came out to see if she spots Yoongi. The announcer starts to call out the names of the second team and Yoongi is last. He is dressed like the rest of his team, red ball shorts, a white t-shirt with a pair of red and white air forces on his feet. Arissa notices that his black hair is being held out of his face by a red sweatband and he looks good. Real good.

“Wanna wipe the drool, Peach?” Hoseok teases and Arissa sucks her teeth as heat warms her cheeks. Hoseok laughs and grabs hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Smile for the camera.” Arissa notices a camera being pointed right at them and she slaps a smile onto her face. She forces herself to remember that people are watching, waiting for the famous Jade-Jung power couple to fail.

Arissa watches as Yoongi talks to his teammates and she notices that he’s still wearing his watch. “He’s wearing his watch. He could get hurt.” Arissa mutters and Namjoon agrees.

“Yoongi hyung!” Namjoon calls out and when Yoongi looks over, he waves him over. Yoongi is quick to excuse himself from his team and he jogs over to the trio. 

“What’s up?” Yoongi asks and Arissa holds out her hand making Yoongi stare at her confused.

“Your watch, dude.” Namjoon nods his head to Yoongi’s wrist and Yoongi takes his watch off, handing it over to Arissa.

“Thanks.”Yoongi winks at Arissa and licks his lips. “Wanna make a bet?”

“For?”

“If I get the chance at a free throw, I’ll make it for you.”

Arissa laughs and pats Yoongi’s chest, “Okay, bet.”

“Bet.” Yoongi jogs back to his team just in time before the game starts. Arissa watches Yoongi’s movements like a hawk. She isn’t the biggest basketball enthusiast, but if Yoongi is good, he could play with her brothers the next time they come to South Korea for a visit. The way Yoongi runs up and down the court, the way he controls the ball, Arissa is impressed. Yoongi’s hands are huge, his grip is sure and Arissa can’t help but remember the way his hands feel when he grabs her waist or holds her hands down. So far, Yoongi’s team is in the lead by four points but the other team is catching up quickly. Arissa claps her hands when Yoongi blocks a shot and Hoseok chuckles, clapping his hands as well.

The other team calls a timeout and the two teams split up. Arissa fiddles with Hoseok’s wedding band as he chats with Namjoon. She glances away from her lap, over to where Yoongi’s team is huddled and sure enough Yoongi is staring right at her. He raises an eyebrow and Arissa smiles to which Yoongi sends her a wink. The ref calls for the game to start back up and everyone gets into position before the ref blows his whistle. Everyone runs up and down the court, some baskets are made while others are blocked or missed all together.

One of the men on the blue team elbows Yoongi in the chest as he goes to block a shot and Yoongi falls to the ground with a grunt. Arissa frowns and Hoseok is quick to squeeze her hand, “He’s fine.” Hoseok assures and Arissa nods her head. She knows that it takes a lot more to really hurt Yoongi, but that doesn’t make her worry any less.

The ref calls a foul and Yoongi is granted a free throw. The players all line up and Yoongi stands in the center at the top with the ball in his hands. He dribbles twice and points over to where Arissa, Hoseok and Namjoon are sitting. “For you!” Yoongi calls before he throws the ball and it goes into the net easily. Everyone claps and cheers as the game gets back on track. It’s a no-brainer that Yoongi’s team wins by a four point lead. Everyone floods the court, congratulating the winning team and Yoongi manages to slip through the large mass of bodies.

He makes his way over to his friends and Namjoon pats him on the back while Hoseok ruffles his hair. Arissa offers Yoongi the watch and Yoongi holds out his wrist. Arissa smiles softly and slips the watch onto Yoongi’s wrist before he gives his hand a light squeeze.

“What do I get for making the shot?”

“You were expecting something?” Arissa questions and Yoongi licks his lips as his cat eyes stare at her. “What did you have in mind?” 

“I can think of a few things.”

“Okay, okay…get a room,” Namjoon jokes and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Don’t let anyone see the two of you, alright?” Hoseok warns and hands Arissa a bag that Namjoon had beside his feet. “Change of clothes.” Hoseok levels Yoongi with a single look and Yoongi grabs Arissa’s hand before they disappear into the crowd. 

Yoongi leads Arissa into a private changing room that has a large shower inside. The moment the door closes, Ariassa is pressed against the door and Yoongi’s mouth is on hers. Yoongi’s tongue licks at the seam of Arissa’s lips and she parts her mouth, allowing Yoongi permission to send shivers down her spine. The kiss is messy, full of tongue and spit. Yoongi pulls away and licks at the spit that slipped from Arissa’s mouth, “I want your throat, sweets.”

“Not gonna shower first?”

Yoongi narrows his eyes and Arissa sighs. She drops the bag onto the floor and lowers herself to her knees. Arissa makes sure that she’s on top of the bag before she reaches up and tugs Yoongi’s ball shorts and boxers down. His dick springs up and slaps against his stomach, veiny and thick, leaking precum.  Yoongi’s hand goes right to Arissa’s curls and she slaps his hands away.

“You fuck up my hair and I’ll bite it off,” Arissa warns and Yoongi huffs a laugh.

“Have I ever fucked your hair, sweets?”

Ariassa opens her mouth to respond, but her words are cut off as Yoongi shoves his dick into her mouth. He groans as his length is completely engulfed in a warm wetness and Arissa gages. Yoongi grips Arissa’s jaw and back of her neck as he starts to fuck her mouth and throat. He bites his lower lip and grunts as Arissa places her hands on his thighs and digs her nails into the skin.

“Rissa! S-Shit…” Yoongi cures and Arissa’s eyes water as she struggles to breath through her nose. Yoongi is rough, so rough as his dick threatens to bruise Arissa’s esophagus and she loves it. Arissa swallows around Yoongi’s dick and his knees buckle. Yoongi slams his hand against the door to catch himself and he glares down at Arissa who is staring up at him with wide watery eyes. “Keep it up and I’ll ruin that pretty shirt of yours, sweets.”

Arissa slides her hands up the length of Yoongi’s thighs and cups his balls, she gives them a squeeze before she starts to fondle them. Yoongi groans and his head drops back as he loses himself in the pleasure. He loves the way Arissa chokes on him and the softness of her lips is beyond relaxing. The white shirt Yoongi wears is drenched in sweat, sticking to his body and he releases his hold on Arissa to run his hand down the length of his torso. His finger splay out against his stomach and as he feels his muscles clench an idea comes to him.

With no warning, Yoongi reaches out and covers Arissa's nose, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. Arissa’s throat tightens around his dick and she makes a high pitched whining sound that is breathy and broken. 

“Fuck, c-close sweets! Just let me have this!” Yoongi picks up his pace as he fucks Arissa’s throat and he watches with parted lips as more tears fall past Arissa’s eyes. Yoongi can feel Arissa’s pulse around his dick and he lets himself go, pressing as far as he can into Arissa’s throat. His pelvis is pressed flush against her lips, his pubic hair tickles her nose and the pleasure washes over his body like a cold wave that pulls him under, deeper and deeper.

Yoongi’s cum is hot as it shoots down Arissa’s throat and she struggles, trying not to choke even more. She feels light headed and she pinches Yoongi’s thigh in warning. Yoongi pulls out and fists his dick, stroking it lazily as he draws out his pleasure. Arissa gulps lungful after lungful of air, her mouth wide open as she catches the cum that is still spurting from Yoongi’s dick. Finally finished, Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, to push it off his forehead and he steps out of his ball shorts and boxers. He squats down in front of Arissa and wipes her tears before he leans in and kisses her forehead.

Yoongi wipes at the cum that didn’t make it into Arissa’s mouth and pushes it into her awaiting mouth that has some of his cum already sitting on her tongue. He taps at Arissa’s lips with his finger and Arissa closes her mouth, “Good girl, sweets. You can swallow now.”

[chibrary]

today in chontent: may 7th

source: peter allen, formulascout.com format: article (profile) season: 2015, european f3 summary: formulascout profiles a 17-year-old charles.

Excerpt:

"Leclerc marked himself out as a real prospect in karting – so much so he topped our 2012 ‘karters to watch‘ feature, ahead of Verstappen. But it’s never a foregone conclusion that a successful karter will make a successful car racer. His debut season in FR2.0 was in some ways fairly low key with ‘only’ two wins, but the jump up from karting to continental FR2.0 is very rarely made to look easy by anybody. Leclerc ultimately finished as high up in the Alps standings as he could have been realistically expected to do so, given the presence of an on-form de Vries. It was actually up against tougher competition in the Eurocup that he really shone, with three consecutive P2s taking quite some doing in a series where nobody was particularly consistent.

Those performances suggested he would be capable of stepping up to F3, particularly as his old rival Verstappen had made it look easy and didn’t have the benefit of a year of car racing experience. And so he has proven to be. It’s still early days, but Leclerc has so far been the class of a large crop of rookies and taken the fight to proven F3 winners with multiple years of experience already under their belt.

His early performances are on a par with what last year’s star rookies Esteban Ocon and Verstappen were doing – in fact, his record of two wins and five podiums from the first six races replicates the 2014 champion’s start. If he keeps it up, he will deserve to be held in the same high esteem as them a few months down the line. [...] While he’s got plenty in common with his old karting rival and Van Amersfoort F3 predecessor Verstappen, a lesser reputation and sensible management mean he’s unlikely to be making the jump straight up to F1 next year. He will therefore need to sustain this impressive form into an intermediate category like GP2 in order to make the grade."

Monaco plays host to probably the most famous of any Formula 1 race each year but, perhaps unsurprisingly for a microstate of less than 40,000 people, it doesn’t have a history of producing its own successful Formula 1 drivers. Louis Chiron won his home race in 1931 but since his last participation in 1958 (the oldest ever F1 driver at 58), only Olivier Beretta in 1994 has represented Monaco in an F1 race. Clivio Piccione and Stefano Coletti have won in GP2 since then, but didn’t make it to the top level.

Charles Leclerc is only 17 but he is probably Monaco’s best chance yet of repeating Chiron’s home streets victory. A long-time protege of F1 driver manager Nicolas Todt, Leclerc was a star in karting and has had no trouble adapting to single-seaters, impressing in Formula Renault 2.0 last year and now taking up the mantle of being the star rookie in European F3. A winner on his debut at Silverstone, he added a second victory at Hockenheim last weekend and is just five points off the standings lead.

A quick history (so far)

Leclerc’s father Herve was a Formula 3 driver in the 1980s, and Charles began karting at the circuit owned by Philippe Bianchi, the father of Jules. Working his way up the ranks, Leclerc was French was French cadet champion in 2009 and the runner-up in KF3 and the Monaco Junior Kart Cup winner in 2010.

The following year, he claimed a CIK-FIA double, winning the Academy Trophy and the KF3 World Cup. Moving up to KF2 for 2012, Leclerc triumphed in the WSK Euro Series and took second in the European and U18 championships.

Together with Max Verstappen, Leclerc took part in the KZ gearbox classes for his final year in karting in 2013, winning the Winter Cup and finishing second to his Dutch rival in the world championship.

Leclerc entered Formula Renault 2.0 for his rookie single-season season, embarking on the Alps series for Fortec Motorsports. He quickly became a frontrunner, making the podium at round two at Pau and then twice again at Spa. At Monza he won both races, and followed that with more podiums to secure second place in the championship behind third-year FR2.0 racer Nyck de Vries.

Some of Leclerc’s most impressive performances last year came in Eurocup Formula Renault 2.0 as a guest entry. He took part in six races and finished second in the last three of those, up against lots of drivers with multiple years of experience in the series.

He could have made the full-time move to the Eurocup for 2015 but instead stepped up to Formula 3, and after testing for several different teams, signed with Van Amersfoort Racing. He would essentially replace Verstappen as team leader, working with the same engineer Rik Vernooij.

Leclerc was rapid in testing and demonstrated his pace on his debut weekend at Silverstone, scoring a double position and winning the final race of the weekend. At round two at Hockenheim he extended his podium streak to five consecutive races, and defeated F3 veteran Felix Rosenqvist in a battle for victory in the wet in race three.

Up next

Leclerc is just five points behind championship leader Antonio Giovinazzi, and so far he’s only raced on circuits he hadn’t competed at before. Next up on the calendar are Pau, Monza and Spa, and he tasted success at all of those last season. Therefore, it stands to reason that there’s yet more to come from Leclerc.

It’s a long season (there are 33 races) and plenty could happen between now and the F3 paddock returning to Hockenheim on the weekend of Leclerc’s 18 birthday in October. But based upon the first two rounds, there’s no reason to think of Leclerc as anything other than a serious title threat. Beating the more experienced Rosenqvist and Giovinazzi – driving for bigger teams in Prema and Carlin respectively – will take some doing, but he’s already given them a hard time. Anyway, his season’s hardly going to be a failure if he loses out and finishes up third as a rookie.

Talent and potential

Leclerc marked himself out as a real prospect in karting – so much so he topped our 2012 ‘karters to watch‘ feature, ahead of Verstappen. But it’s never a foregone conclusion that a successful karter will make a successful car racer. His debut season in FR2.0 was in some ways fairly low key with ‘only’ two wins, but the jump up from karting to continental FR2.0 is very rarely made to look easy by anybody. Leclerc ultimately finished as high up in the Alps standings as he could have been realistically expected to do so, given the presence of an on-form de Vries. It was actually up against tougher competition in the Eurocup that he really shone, with three consecutive P2s taking quite some doing in a series where nobody was particularly consistent.

Those performances suggested he would be capable of stepping up to F3, particularly as his old rival Verstappen had made it look easy and didn’t have the benefit of a year of car racing experience. And so he has proven to be. It’s still early days, but Leclerc has so far been the class of a large crop of rookies and taken the fight to proven F3 winners with multiple years of experience already under their belt.

His early performances are on a par with what last year’s star rookies Esteban Ocon and Verstappen were doing – in fact, his record of two wins and five podiums from the first six races replicates the 2014 champion’s start. If he keeps it up, he will deserve to be held in the same high esteem as them a few months down the line.

Off-track

No doubt assisted by the Bianchis’ tutelage, Leclerc signed with Todt Jr’s All Road Management firm in 2011. At present, Leclerc has no ties to F1 teams, but through his work with Felipe Massa, Pastor Maldonado and Bianchi, Todt has dealt with most of them and will be very well-placed to get his protege a role when the time comes.

A potential stumbling point is that most F1 teams are already overflowing with some serious sub-F1 prospects, but if he continues to impress as he’s doing at the moment, they could begin falling over each other to find a space for him.

Funding-wise, Leclerc benefits from partners usually tied to Todt’s projects, and watch maker Richard Mille (currently a sponsor of the Lotus F1 team) is his loyal main backer. And you’d imagine that being billed as a future F1 star from Monaco could well tempt some further future investment.

Verdict

In just his second season in single-seaters, Leclerc is quickly marking himself out as a star of the future with fine performances and two wins in his first couple of weekends in European F3, making him seriously stand out from a large and competitive grid.

While he’s got plenty in common with his old karting rival and Van Amersfoort F3 predecessor Verstappen, a lesser reputation and sensible management mean he’s unlikely to be making the jump straight up to F1 next year. He will therefore need to sustain this impressive form into an intermediate category like GP2 in order to make the grade.

But the signs are definitely there that Leclerc is one of the very top talents in the junior ranks right now, and that he’s capable of tasting success in F1 in the future.

His lifelong friend Bianchi was so sadly stopped in his tracks last year just when his F1 future was looking promising. In a few years’ time, Leclerc could just pick up where his mentor left off.

Allen, Peter. “Driver Profile: Charles Leclerc.” Formula Scout, May 7, 2015. https://www.paddockscout.com/driver-profile-charles-leclerc/27403.

[cha-melodius]

2022 Fic Year In Review

I created this last year based off a variety of year-in-review posts I've seen and done in the past. Added a few more questions this year, in part based on review memes I was tagged in by @cricketnationrise and @rmd-writes. Feel free you grab it if you want to do your own review! And I'd like to add a hearty thank you to each and every person who's read my fics over the years, y'all continue to make this a joy!

2020 Review | 2021 Review

AO3 Username: chamel  My Page: Link Most Active Fandoms: The Man from UNCLE (2015): 17 works Loki: 8 works Red, White & Royal Blue: 6 works New Fandoms: RWRB, Glass Onion Total Number Of Completed Works/Word Count This Year: 31 works, 282k words All Time: 82 works, 1 million words

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): This Year: Class(room) Warfare (RWRB, Alex/Henry, T, 7.8k words) All Time: What Makes A Good Man (Loki, Loki/Mobius, T, 8.5k words)

Most Popular Completed Multi-Chapter (by kudos): This Year: A Good Man Is Hard To Find (Loki, Loki/Mobius, M, 81k words) All Time: Do You Promise Not to Tell? (The Mandalorian, Cara/Din, E, 87.7k words)

Events/Challenges: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Gift Exchange 2022, Whumptober, The Brownstone Weekly Drabble Challenge

More reflections and such below the cut!

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? About what I expected I think; I wrote only a bit more than last year. I realized in the last third? I think? of the year I was close to 1 million words, which is definitely more than I ever thought I'd write in total.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? This is tougher to answer this year! Mostly because I wrote a whole bunch of one-shots that I love. I might have to go with A Good Man Is Hard To Find, because I'm always partial to my long AUs.

Do you have any writing goals for the New Year? Last year's—> "Maybe try to produce more one-shots and fics under 15k words." Hey! I did that! Thanks in large part to a couple of times I solicited prompts on tumblr, so thanks to all of you! This year, I don't think I really have any specific goals. I want to complete a few large multichapter fics, which will probably mean my one-shot production goes down, but we'll see.

Did you take any writing risks this year? Same as last year, jumping into an active new fandom, always nerve wracking, etc. I also began drawing and produced an illustration for one of my stories for the first time (Double Dutch with a Hand Grenade).

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Sticking to those published this year, Sun in the Sky (You Know How I Feel) (I really thought that one would gain more traction).

Most fun story to write: Consider the Price to an Elf (Illya as an elf was too much fun), Class(room) Warfare, Loving You is Cherry Pie

Biggest disappointment: I've had some ups and downs with writing this year, but I'm trying to get better about managing my expectations and not getting disappointed when things don't get as many kudos or comments as I was expecting.

Biggest surprise: Very recent, but so far the spike in kudos that The Life You Had in Mind got after Glass Onion got released on Netflix. Crossovers usually are doomed to low kudos overall, so the response is so great! I even had someone read the fic not knowing anything about TMFU, which was a lovely comment to get.

Coming soon/planned (definite):

Finishing up remaining tumblr prompts (holiday and otherwise)

RWRB spy AU

Slightly bleak Napollya fic inspired by All Comes Crashing

Lokius probation AU for MTH winners

Lokius/Napollya spy AU crossover for MTH winner

Less solid plans:

Waverly/Blanc meeting/get together fic

Napollya multichap AU—chefs? bakery owners? writer/critic? art thief/gallery owner? astronauts? hockey?

Napollya multichap non-AU inspired by The Americans

RWRB baking competition AU and/or You've Got Mail AU

Napollya 5+1 saying goodnight

... about a thousand other possibilities, my fic ideas document is endless

[whitehartlane]

hello!! i think my previous ask got gobbled up by tumblr 💀 i'm currently reading a few books - i'm around a third through wodehouse's the imitable jeeves, and i love its sense of humour and writing style. i've been reading it after i started the bbc's adaptation (featuring stephen fry and hugh laurie!) and i love seeing how the show adapted elements of the books.

i've also been reading some spurs-related books, namely one step from glory which covers spurs' run to the 2019 ucl final (though i can never bring myself to start the chapter where we play liverpool) and the boys of white hart lane! the latter focuses on the stories of the players under burkinshaw and is especially engrossing for me, since i've learned so many interesting facts about the players from that era!

i'm so glad that the euros in germany was fun while the competition lasted (on a side note, i didn't expect germany to get knocked out so early! thought they were at least semi-finalists given the quality of their squad and home support, but i thought they put up a good fight against spain). from your description i can almost imagine i'm there with all the fans watching and cheering! the scottish fans are so fun lmao, there really isn't a party without them. have read some articles about their passionate support and they seemed to be standouts amongst the other fanbases! and hopefully your friend got some rest throughout the rest of the competition.

also off topic but i'm so excited for the rest of the pre-season for spurs! seeing our win against hearts - especially the second half, what a magnificent game our youth + new players had! i'm so pleased and proud for all of them, they really seem to be buying so readily into angeball and i hope they'll all go far with us (and, equally importantly, have fun playing ange's offensively-minded and fluid football style!). hopefully tomorrow's friendly is going to be a fun one!

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hi friend!! yeah tumblr must have gobbled the ask up and then i missed it 🤡 but hi!!!

ah the imitable jeeves is on my to read list, i’m glad you’re enjoying it! did you know hugh laurie is an arse fan … i’m watching house at the moment and went down a rabbit hole and looked at the personal life bit of his wikipedia page and found out. the burden of knowledge.

i need to read one step from glory!! i’ve always put it off because that cl run is rly personal to me and hits me right where it hurts. after we lost the final i couldn’t watch football for months. but five years on i think i’m mostly over it (coupled with this promising new era) so i’ll get around to it soon!! the boys of white hart lane <3 the burkinshaw era was probably our second most successful era after the bill nic + double era and i love reading about it 🥺

yeah the general consensus here (tbf ppl are biased but still) is that germany v spain should’ve been the final. it’s just a bit unfortunate that the two nations got caught in the same bracket. and yesss the scottish fans were great! so were the dutch fans, german ppl were quite fond of them when they were here :)

i hope you had fun watching the qpr friendly!!! i’ve had lots of fun watching the kids and i rly think we’ve got the best crop of talent coming through the academy in a long while. the last time we had so much talent quantitatively come through were the years of kane, mason, carroll, townsend, etc. it’s exciting! and what’s even more exciting is that there is a proper focus to develop the academy which is long overdue. hopefully the one against vissel kobe today is a good one 😌

[stateofsport211]

RG QWS SF: Guy Sasson def. Niels Vink [1] 6-2, 6-3 Match Stats

📸 Eurosport GB

Niels steadily tried to raise his game in the second set, but Guy was outstanding in some critical moments on return. The latter's anticipative, aggressive showing allowed him to outplay the former, outhitting his baseline game while giving lesser rooms to execute his shots, especially when they traded powers from the baseline. This way, Guy generated 10 break points compared to Niels' 6, converting 60% of his break points throughout both sets.

Besides, it was statistically confirmed that Niels had second serve problems, which became evident as he was unable to sort them out under pressure. He double-faulted five more times than Guy (10 to 2), fading his second serve percentage to 32%. On the other hand, even though Guy's first serve percentage was lower than his second by the end of the first set, he still managed to keep it stable as he won 65% of his first serve points, 9% higher than his second, which helped him getting out of more troubles as this match progressed.

An Australian Open final rematch, in a scale like the Grand Slams (marking their Slam-level third meeting since the US Open 2023), awaits for Guy as second seed Sam Schroder double-breadsticked Donald Ramphadi 6-1, 6-1 in the semifinals at the almost same time. With such a confident display, especially since both players did not drop a set, this match could be a competitive encounter compared to their last meeting, as Sam appeared more aggressive while Guy dealt with his second serve problems, which match ended with the latter's double fault. Should be one of the most exciting rivalries to look forward to outside of the classic quad Dutch derby!

[equestrianempire]

Ingrid Gjelsten &amp, VDL Edgar M Triumphant Again in the$ 182, 000 La Quinta Resort &amp, Club Grand Prix CSI 4*

Thermal, California, USA – March 16, 2024– Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) came to Desert International Horse Park with a dream, and she’s leaving a CSI 4* Grand Prix winner. On the last Saturday evening of the 2024 Desert Circuit, the 20- yr- old took the win in the$ 182, 000&nbsp, La Quinta Resort &amp, Club Grand Prix CSI 4* with VDL Edgar M.

Over Peter Grant‘s ( CAN ) track, rails came down and time faults accrued as the 33 entries tried their hand at an elusive clear round. In the order, Gjelsten placed 28th and produced the earliest clear. Ali Ramsay ( CAN ) and Bonita VH Keizershof Z were the only others to follow suit.

Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) &amp, Edgar VDL M

Gjelsten anḑ Ramsay made their ideas and each had the best chance of winning the suit race jump-off by going hȩad-to-head in a fit competition. The dooɾ was open for Ramsay to score a double-clear for the win, but Gjelsten kept a rapid pace and then pulled one ɾail in her direction. As fate intervened, Ramsay pulled the last bridǥe on program, coming in simply slower than Gjelsten, putting ƫhe French in second.

Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) &amp, Edgar VDL M

Gjelsten described her approach to jumping off initially in the first of the two as “very nerve” and as trყing nσt to go crazy. ” My plan was to keep quiet. I was merely trying to follow my program because Ali is extremely quick. I was very certain that she would be well. My horse is capable of doing it, I am sure. He is simply awesome. I just need to consider in him and feel in myself.

The idea in her horses and herself was what ultimately accomplished the task now. During her time at DIHP, Gjelsten has achieved some very notable step victories, and her most notable accomplishment was in her last night.

Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) &amp, Edgar VDL M

Many people looked down the list of starters and predicted that by the time Gjelsten arrived, there would be a few clear rounds she’d face, but she ended up being the first, even though she did n’t realize it at the time.

” It was a very good feeling”, she said of securing the second clear. ” It felt incredible. I was just focusinǥ on myself, and I was very happy when I realized that I was clear because I did n’t know if anyone else was clȩar. I was considering the time. The day was very small. I went to the first versions and hopped in my car to relax by myself. To calm my senses, I typically take a break and relax by mysȩlf for a while.

Mathijs Van Asten ( NED ) ran into a small bit of trouble on the clock, producing a clear but just one time fault, taking third place behind the two women on the podium.

Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) &amp, Edgar VDL M

VDL Edgar M, a 15- yr- old Dutch Warmblood horse ( Arezzo VDL by Marlon ) has jumped to the highest rates in the game, and Gjelsten wants to get to that level, too. With him as her partner, and Jessica Curtain as her trainer, she feels there’s nothing she ca n’t do.

Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) &amp, Edgar VDL M

” He’s really amazing”, she said of VDL Edgar M. ” He only wants to do the job. I really like him, he’s my best horses. He gives me thus much home- idea. I think I have a lot of freedom with him. He’s only the best. My goal is to compete in the best sports, win some World Cups, and theȵ just keep going.

Expect to see Gjelsten back in the Grand Prix Arena chasing more goals in the future because DIHP may have just become one of her favourite places based on the victories she’s had under her belt.

Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) &amp, Edgar VDL M

” It’s thus nice”, she said of the place. ” The ambience is so awesome. I feel it in my horse moreover, he loves it. It’s ɾeally enjoyable to walk under the lights. The plain is my favorite aspect, in particular. The dįsplay is really awesome. There are ȿo many lovely rings below, and riding under the lights is very unique and enjoyable. I did come back for certain”.

Next up for Gjelsten is a trip back home to Europe bȩfore a tropical vacation to St. Tropez to pursue her aspirations, but presently a CSI 4* Grand Prix champion.

Podium: 2 ) Ali Ramsay ( CAN ) 1 ) Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) 3 ) Mathijs van Asten ( NED )

Last Benefits –$ 182, 000 La Quinta Resort &amp, Club Grand Prix CSI 4*

1 ) Ingrid Gjelsten ( NOR ) &amp, VDL Edgar M – 0/ 4 – 47. 14

2 ) Ali Ramsay ( CAN ) &amp, Bonita van het Keizershof – 0/ 4 – 49. 64

3 ) Mathijs Van Asten ( NED ) &amp, Sirocco –1 – 87. 58

Origin: Press Release from Desert International Horse Park

Photos: © DIHP / TB Photography / High Desert Photo / MG Photography

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Categories: CSI 4*, English, Jumper News Nederland

Identified as: CSI 4*, Desert International Horse Park, Desert International Horse Park– Desert Circuit, DIHP, Dutch Warmblood, Equestrian, Horses, Ingrid Gjelsten, Jumper News, Jumper News Scandinavia, KWPN, Effects, Royal Dutch Sport Horse, Showjumping, VDL Edgar M

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Alonso thrilled with podium return at Zandvoort as he says Aston Martin car was flying in tricky conditions

Fernando Alonso was full of positive words about the handling of his Aston Martin as the Spaniard and the team returned to the podium positions with a run to second in a chaotic, rain-hit Dutch Grand Prix. Alonso qualified fifth at the tight, twisty Zandvoort circuit but almost immediately rose to third with a bold double pass on Williams’ Alex Albon and Mercedes’ George Russell at Turn 3 on the opening lap, which saw spits of rain turn into a full shower. READ MORE: Verstappen overcomes wet-weather chaos to make it a hat-trick of Dutch GP wins and equal Vettel’s victory record Having also jumped McLaren’s Lando Norris, Alonso remained in the front-running mix and made the most of further changeable conditions, the appearance of the Virtual Safety Car, full Safety Car and a red flag to come home second behind Red Bull’s Max Verstappen – marking his first podium since Canada two months ago. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences Race Highlights: 2023 Dutch Grand Prix “It was a very intense race,” said Alonso, who gained a spot when Sergio Perez spun off before the late red flag. “Obviously at the beginning, with the wet conditions, we were very, very fast, and we stopped maybe one lap too late, but the same as the leaders. “The car was flying today, very competitive, very easy to drive. In these conditions you need a car that you can trust, and I did trust the car a lot today, I did enjoy. READ MORE: ‘I’m incredibly proud’ – Verstappen overjoyed as he makes more F1 history with hard-fought Zandvoort win “Thanks to all the fans, the energy that we have here in Zandvoort is very unique. Two years ago, when this race came [back to the calendar], I thought I will never experience the Zandvoort podium, because I was not in a position to think about that.” The result marked Alonso and Aston Martin’s seventh podium finish of the season Asked how hard it was to focus amid all the drama, Alonso added: “It is one of those races that it is difficult to concentrate, to stay focused for such a long period of time. But as I said, this is a very special racetrack, with all the fans and the energy going on, so you feel always very focused. “I’m happy for Max, congratulations for everyone [here]. I did think about trying a move at the last restart, but then I thought maybe I cannot exit the circuit! So, I stayed calm in second.” DRIVER OF THE DAY: Alonso gets your nod after scintillating Zandvoort drive With Lance Stroll taking 11th in the other Aston Martin, the Silverstone operation remain third in the constructors’ standings behind Red Bull and Mercedes, while Alonso holds the same spot in the drivers’ standings, behind Verstappen and Perez. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

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Hostel CityHub in Amsterdam for €35 night

Going on holiday and staying in a hostel can be an exciting and budget-friendly way to explore a new destination. One of the great things about staying in a hostel is the opportunity to meet other travelers from around the world. Take advantage of common areas and organized activities to socialize and make new friends. Be open-minded and respectful of different cultures and backgrounds. Stay flexible and open to new experiences: Hostels are dynamic environments, and you may encounter different situations and people during your stay. Embrace the opportunity to step out of your comfort zone, learn from others, and have memorable experiences. Remember, each hostel is unique, so it's essential to adapt these tips based on the specific hostel you choose. Have a fantastic holiday and enjoy your hostel experience!

More about CityHub CityHub is a brand new type of hotel. At CityHub, it is more than enough ways to mingle and your very own, private cabin. These are called cabins Hubs. Each Hub has a giant, double bed, wifi, app-controlled lighting and a personal audio streaming system. Comfy, indeed.

The Hostel is located right next to Amsterdam’s De Hallen, one of the most hot and happening places in Amsterdam. Our CityHost are here 24/7 to help you discover the beauty of the city as much as you can. Not just the touristy spots, but genuine Amsterdam as it is happening right here, right now. Where to book CityHub Visit Amsterdam Amsterdam offers a wide range of attractions and sights to explore. Here are some of the must-see places in Amsterdam: Van Gogh Museum: Discover the largest collection of artworks by Vincent van Gogh, including his famous paintings like "Sunflowers" and "The Bedroom."  Rijksmuseum: Explore the Dutch national museum, showcasing a vast collection of art and historical artifacts, including Rembrandt's "The Night Watch."

Jordaan: Wander through the picturesque streets of this charming neighborhood, filled with art galleries, boutiques, cozy cafes, and local markets.  Vondelpark: Relax in Amsterdam's largest and most popular park. Enjoy the greenery, walk or bike along the paths, and maybe catch a performance at the open-air theater. 6. Canal Belt: Take a walk or a canal boat tour to admire Amsterdam's famous canals, lined with beautiful canal houses and picturesque bridges. The canal belt is a UNESCO World Heritage site.

Dam Square: Visit the historic center of Amsterdam. Explore the Royal Palace, go shopping in the surrounding streets, or watch street performers in the square. Heineken Experience: Dive into the world of Dutch beer at this interactive museum. Learn about the brewing process, enjoy tastings, and immerse yourself in the Heineken brand.

Remember that Amsterdam has much more to offer, including numerous museums, galleries, markets, and cultural events. Take the time to explore the city's neighborhoods, try local cuisine, and enjoy the vibrant atmosphere that makes Amsterdam so special. Find more Hostels in Amsterdam: View Here Tours and excursions WeGoTrip is an online service for booking audio excursions and tours on 35+ countries on different languages (mostly english). Travelers can take audio excursions created by professional tour guides and local experts.    Tiqets’ innovative technology ensures that travelers can book tickets on their phone at the last minute, receive their tickets directly in a digital form, and show their mobile phones in place of physical tickets to museums, places of interest, and attractions. Offers available passes in Europe and the US.

Car Rental You can find the best car rental prices at QEEQ.COM. QEEQ.COM serves road trip travellers from different countries by working with car rental companies all over the world. The company offers its customers the widest set of car rental options and always strives to offer the most competitive price. Read the full article

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War Room (2015)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Despite the negative reviews I've given to many faith-based movies, I don't have anything against them. The problem is, most of them, including War Room, seem completely unaware of what they’re actually saying and are more interested in preaching at the choir than telling a good story.

Despite their beautiful daughter, castle-like home, and comfortable financial position, realtor Elizabeth (Priscilla Shirer) and pharmaceutical salesman Tony (T.C. Stallings) constantly bicker. As Tony becomes increasingly verbally abusive, his wife worries he is having an affair. She’s at a loss until she befriends elderly Miss Clara (Karen Abercrombie), who tells her prayer is the answer to her woes.

This is one of the weepiest movies I’ve ever seen. Take a sip from the communal wine every time someone sheds tears. Take two whenever the screen cuts away and then comes back to reveal someone’s been crying. In no time, you’ll be rushed to the emergency room to have your stomach pumped. It’d be hilarious if not for the woeful missteps made by director Alex Kendrick every few minutes. When Miss Clara is doing everything but turning towards the screen and telling the audience exactly which passages of the Bible they should be reading, which prayers they should be saying and how screaming at the Devil to “GET OUT!” is the only way to save yourself, it’s basically telling you that no matter what your problem is, a little prayer will solve it.

Diabolically, War Room seems to actually believe what it’s saying. You don’t have to sit down and discuss with your spouse about why your marriage is falling apart. There’s no need to go to counseling. Divine intervention will take care of everything. It’s never explicitly said but by following that train of logic, if your husband beats you, if you’re mugged, or some other disaster falls upon you it’s probably because you just didn’t surrender yourself to heaven enough.

Do you remember H&M's “Coolest Monkey in the Jungle” ad? How it obviously happened because no one at the company showed their design to anyone who was Black? War Room is essentially born from the same sort of situation. This film could have worked under the care of a good writer who understood that the Bible holds important lessons about forgiveness and compassion. There’s a difference between slow, organic, believable character growth and the magic spells conjured in War Room.

It isn’t enough for the film to be fundamentally flawed to the point of being harmful to those who buy it at face value. It also features terrible performances and lasts for an unholy 120 minutes. At multiple points, you think the story is over but a new subplot arrives, and then another. It’s as if instead of cutting material that didn’t enhance the story (which plateaux early and never gets any better) writers Alex and Stephen Kendrick just poured more stuff on top, hoping a big double-dutch jump rope competition would get us all riled up and excited. You thought the old “save the rec center” plot was bad? At least then, there were stakes!

War Room can’t even be a good version of the movie it wants to be. It always stops short of the tough questions and scenarios that should come up - anything to make itself more sanitized and safe. This makes it more annoying and cringe-worthy. War Room is a squirmy experience you can’t wait to end. (On DVD, March 17, 2019)

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FIFA World Cup fun fact: each edition has seen at least one team qualifying for the first time

The FIFA World Cup is an event in which not so many spots are available. Sure, there have been 32 teams competing since 1998, and the next edition (2026) will expand it to 48, but, with about 200 teams competing for a spot, one might be led to believe that:

1 the same teams are more or less able to secure a spot

2 with the competition being more than 90 years old, it has become rare to see a team debuting in an edition

And yet, a characteristic of the FIFA World Cup is that each and every edition has seen at least one national team competing in it for the first time.

As such, I wanted to write this post because there are also some interesting curiosities, especially when you consider which teams have debuted in which years.

By the way, for clairifcation, I will include both a defunct state and its successor, to avoid any complication. Also, I will divide them by confedetations (which doesn't necessarily mean I refer to the continent)

URUGUAY 1930

Debuting teams:

CONMEBOL: Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Paraguay, Peru, Uruguay

CONCACAF: Mexico, United States

UEFA: Belgium, France, Romania, Yugoslavia

This is the first edition, so teams from all over the World were invited. Only 13 of them accepted, most of them from the Americas. It might have been due to what was happening in the World during that time (since this was not even a year after the beginning of the Great Depression).

Only four European teams had accepted the invitation, as many of them didn't want to travel all the way to Uruguay. Even France needed to be convinced, and I point out that the one organising the event, Jules Rimet, was French himself.

ITALY 1934

UEFA: Austria, Czechoslovakia, Germany, Hungary, Italy, Netherlands, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland

CAF: Egypt

Due to European teams barely participating in the inaugural edition, many South American teams boycotted the competition, most notably defending champions Uruguay (meaning this is, so far, the only time in which the current World Champions weren't there to defend their title). Still, we see the participation of the first African team, in Egypt.

By the way, this is still the last time the number of debuting teams was in double digits.

FRANCE 1938

CONCACAF: Cuba

AFC: Dutch East Indies

UEFA: Norway, Poland

Indonesia, as the Dutch East Indies, was the first Asian team to compete in the World Cup.

Due to World War II, the World Cup would have a 12 year hiatus.

BRAZIL 1950

UEFA: England

In the fourth edition, only one team was participating for the first time, and it is curious how that team was England, the birthplace of Association Football. In the previous edition, the English FA was so sure of their superiority when it came to football that didn't even consider taking part in the qualification rounds. Thus, England participating was a huge deal, despite the fact that they were eliminated in the first round, after a surprising defeat against the United States.

In reality, three more teams were supposed to participate. Turkey one abandoned the tournament due to financial issues, while it is unknown why India didn't participate. They had yet to qualify for a torunament ever since. The second one was Scotland, who had participated in a British Home Nations tournament to determine which two teams would have gone to the World Cup. Since the Scottish FA declared that they would have only participated had they topped the tournament, them placing second meant that they renounced.

SWITZERLAND 1954

AFC: South Korea

UEFA: Scotland, Turkey

Interestingly, two of the three teams that were meant to debut in the previous edition did go on to actually do so in 1954. As previously mentioned, the third one, India, has yet to debut.

West Germany debuted for the first time in this competition, as they then went on to win it.

SWEDEN 1958

UEFA: Northern Ireland, Soviet Union, Wales

This was the first, and, so far, only edition of the World Cup where all four Home Nations of the UK participated. There is an interesting case with Wales' participation.

In the Asia-Africa qualifying groups, Israel had come out on top, but simply because every other team refused to play against them. Since it had already happened in the competition's history that a team would partipate without actually playing the qualifiers, FIFA made a rule that no team could qualify without playing at least one match.

As a result, they invited one of the best teams who had not qualified, Wales, to face Israel. The Welsh won both matches, and qualified.

CHILE 1962

UEFA: Bulgaria

CONMEBOL: Colombia

Before this edition, all teams who represented South America had participated in the inaugural edition of the World Cup, meaning that this was the first time a debuting South American team had to qualify.

ENGLAND 1966

AFC: North Korea

UEFA: Portugal

Even though Portugal has not yet missed a World Cup since 2002, between that year and when they debute in 1966, they would only go on to participate in one more World Cup (1986).

MEXICO 1970

CONCACAF: El Salvador

AFC: Israel

CAF: Morocco

If you paid attention, you might have noticed how this was only the second time a team from Africa participated. This is because, back in the day, the vast majority of the spots were given to teams from Europe and the Americas (mostly South America), so the other continents had to compete for the last handful of spots.

GERMANY 1974

OFC: Australia

UEFA: East Germany

CONCACAF: Haiti

CAF: Zaire

Both Germanies participated in this World Cup, in which there were four debuting teams, the highest amount since the 1930s editions. With Australia's qualification, now every continental confederation had seen at least one team making it to the World Cup.

ARGENTINA 1978

AFC: Iran

CAF: Tunisia

For more than 30 years, this edition would be the last one in which fewer than 3 teams debuted.

SPAIN 1982

CAF: Algeria, Cameroon

CONCACAF: Honduras

AFC: Kuwait

OFC: New Zealand

This is the first World Cup edition in which all 6 continental confederations are represented. However, Oceania would not return to the World Cup for about a quarter of century.

MEXICO 1986

CONCACAF: Canada

UEFA: Denmark

AFC: iraq

This edition marks the beginning of a streak of three edition in which there will be three debutants, all from different confederations

ITALY 1990

CONCACAF: Costa Rica

UEFA: Republic of Ireland

AFC: United Arab Emirates

With ireland having qualified, now all teams from the British Isles had participated in the World Cup, an interesting feat from the birthplace of modern football.

USA 1994

UEFA: Greece

CAF: Nigeria

AFC: Saudi Arabia

After five editions in a row, this has been the last time an Arab nation debuted in the World Cup since 2022.

Also, this is the first time Russia and Germany compete as their current states.

FRANCE 1998

UEFA: Croatia

CONCACAF: Jamaica

AFC: Japan

CAF: South Africa

Japan will begin its curious streak of having yet to miss out a World Cup since debuting in 1998, while Croatia will only miss out on one edition (2010).

This is the first (and only) time Yugoslavia would participate as the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia.

KOREA / JAPAN 2002

AFC: China

CONMEBOL: Ecuador

CAF: Senegal

UEFA: Slovenia

This is, so far, the only time China had participated in the World Cup. With Ecuador debuting, now 9 of the 10 teams affiliated to CONMEBOL have debuted, with Venezuela as the only one left out.

GERMANY 2006

CAF: Angola, Ivory Coast, Ghana, Togo

CONCACAF: Trinidad & Tobago

UEFA: Ukraine

This is the post-war edition of the tournament with the highest amount of debuting teams, mostly due to the fact that four out of the five African teams participating were debuting (only Tunisia was a "veteran" team from Africa).

Technically, the debuting teams were 8. That is because Czech Republic participated for the first time since the dissolution of Czechoslovakia, while the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia was renamed Serbia & Montenegro, and would participate in this edition (the same year the two states would then split up).

SOUTH AFRICA

UEFA: Slovakia

With Slovakia debuting, both "halves" of Czechoslovakia have participated, meaning that they are the only case of a dissolved national team whose "succeding" teams have then debuted.

Another case has to be made with Serbia, which has the curious case of having participated in 3 out of the previous 4 editions at this point, but each one with a different name, making Serbia the only team who "debuted" at the World Cup four times.

BRAZIL 2014

UEFA: Bosnia and Herzegovina

Bosnia and Herzegovina is the fourth team from the former Yugoslavia to participate. This is also the first time we have seen two editions in a row where only one team debuted.

RUSSIA 2018

UEFA: Iceland

CONCACAF: Panama

This is the last edition of the streak of 32 years in which at least one European team debuted. Incidentally, this streak began and ended with a Nordic nation (Denmark and Iceland).

QATAR 2022

AFC: Qatar

This is the first time since 1930 in which a debuting team didn't have to qualify, and the first since 1934 where the host of the tournament hosted it in their debut. Also, this is the first time in 20 years to feature a debuting Asian nation, and the first in 24 for an Arab nation.

Well, the post is over. So far, 80 teams have competed (not counting teams that "inherited" the legacy of defunct teams as separate ones), and, in 2026, we can only wonder how many debuting teams will show up.